A/N Before you read this, I have to warn you, so that I don't get flamed again, that I know abortion is wrong, and I am not promoting it. However, there are cases where it could be the only option. I mean no offense to those who have had to make that choice, and you have my admiration for going through that. By 'abortion' I mean when there are no good reasons for well off grown people to get rid of a child because it isn't easy. That said, happy reading! Please read and review.

When they got home, both Draco and Harry sat down on the couch. Draco put his head on Harry's lap and Harry stroked his hair. It occurred to neither of them that they were in the same position that Harry found Draco and Pansy in their sixth year.

"What are we going to do about the new baby?"

Harry looked down at Draco. "What do you mean?"

"Hailey is only two months old and we've hardly gotten back together. Are we ready to have another baby?"

"Do you want to get rid of it?"

"I think that it would be for the best if we did."

"You can't be serious!"

"I am! I don't think I can go through that again!"

"But I'll be here this time! It'll be different! I'll help you!"

"I still think it would be best if we got rid of it."

"I never knew you were pro-abortion."

"I'm not, Harry! I-"

"I grew up alone, Drake. I don't want Hailey to have to do that too. I wondered multiple times in my life what it would be like to have a brother or sister. But I couldn't have one, because my parents are dead!"

"You can't live your life through our daughter, Harry!"

"I'm not trying to! Please, Drake, just don't kill our baby."

"It's not killing-"

"Yes it is! You said it yourself! A little life is inside of you! A life that should choose whether or not to live! Don't make that choice for someone!"

Draco paled. "Ha-Harry, I can't kill again!"

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. The desperation and the fear fled from Harry. "Shh. You don't have to. Let the baby live, and you won't have to kill. Abortion is wrong. Let the baby live."

"Our baby is going to live Harry. I'm not going to kill someone again, I swear. I'm sorry I thought about it."

"Don't worry about it, babe. I knew you wouldn't kill anyone."

"You know, I made a promise to myself when I came to you. I swore to myself that I would never kill again. But I might have to break that promise."

"What do you mean? I thought-"

"I'm not going to kill the baby. I would never do that."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I would kill anyone that threatened you or Hailey, or the new little one. I would never let someone hurt you. I would die if I had to."

Harry tightened his arms around Draco. "Never, ever say that. Please, don't say that. I couldn't handle life without you. I wouldn't survive."

"You would, Harry. Out of anyone in this whole entire world, you would survive the best. I know it. You're a survivor, Harry, that's what you do."

"Drake, we're not even married yet. Please don't talk about our deaths."

"Death has always been a major part of our lives, Harry. We don't live in a fairy tale."

"Why can't we make out life a fairy tale? Why can't we live a perfect life?"

Draco sat up and put his head on Harry's shoulder. "Because you're Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, and I'm Draco Malfoy, The Boy-Who-Lead-The-Only-Person-Voldemort-Feared-To-His-Death."

"That's a really long title." Draco laughed and then sighed.

"How did you ever forgive me for that?"

"You didn't really do it."

"What?"

"You were used as a pawn, just like me. Dumbledore knew what you were doing."

"And he allowed it?"

"He knew you wouldn't be able to do it. He asked Sev to kill him."

"How do you know?"

"Dumbledore left me a memory. I was so angry at you and Sev, and I was sitting, wondering what I could do to avenge him. An owl flew through my window with a memory. I recognized Dumbledore's handwriting, and watched it. It was of Dumbledore asking Sev to kill him."

"Why would Dumbledore ask Sev to kill him?"

"He was already dying. He touched a cursed object and it cursed him. Even Sev couldn't remove it."

"Was it the necklace?" Draco flinched.

"No. Katie Bell was lucky to survive that one. I think Sev kept the necklace. It was a ring that belonged to the ancestors of Tom Riddle, or Voldemort. There was one of the Hallows in the ring."

"The Deathly Hallows?"

"Yes."

"They're real?"

"They are."

"Which one did he find?"

"The Stone. He was so excited to finally see the proof of those legends that he forgot to check it first. It started in his hand and would have traveled up his body until he was just a blacked corpse. So, when he was on the Tower that night, he was begging Sev to kill him, not to save him. He gave me the Stone before he died."

"So you're the master of one of the Hallows?"

"All three, actually."

"All of them!"

"Yeah."

"How did you get them?"

"Dumbledore left me the stone, my father left me the cloak."

"You're a descendent of the Peverell's?"

"Yeah. Anyway, as always, the wand is an interesting story. Dumbledore was also the owner of the wand. You know how the allegiance of the wand is gained, right?"

"Death."

"Yes. Well, Dumbledore intended that the wand's true power die with him. It didn't work though, since you claimed it."

"Claimed it?"

"You disarmed Dumbledore, leading to his death."

"I don't want to have to win it that way."

"I know, but you did. Anyway, Voldemort wanted the power for himself. He would have killed you if he hadn't forced Sev to give it to him. Sev convinced Voldemort that he had taken the wand from you by force. But, he didn't kill Dumbledore himself, he didn't kill Sev or you at all. He thought that because he ordered that Dumbledore be killed and that he had Sev's loyalty, the wand's allegiance would be given to him. He was wrong, which is why he couldn't kill me when he tried. But, when I disarmed you at the Manor, I gain possession of the Elder Wand. The legend says that the wand has to be taken by force, not that the owner has to be killed. So, because I disarmed you, I was the true owner. That is what saved me. That, and your mother's help to me."

"My mother?"

"Voldemort told her to check if I was alive when Voldemort tried to kill me again. She asked me if you were alive and if you were in the castle. I told her you were, and she told Voldemort that I was dead. I had to act dead for a long time, and that was really hard and painful, but I did it. Neville actually saved me, at his own personal risk. I wish he were one of the more recognized war heroes, but he is happy with what he has. I told him his parents would be proud of him and it made all the difference in the world."

"That's all he wanted to know?"

"Yeah. It was at a hard time in his life. His parents finally gave up the fight and died. I told him that they would be proud of him for doing what he did for me, and he straightened up and looked me in the eyes. I will never forget the kind of adoration that was in his eyes. He asked if I meant it, and I said that of course I did. He never put himself down ever again."

Draco shook his head. "Harry, you don't realize the effect you have on people. They truly respect you. If you say their robes look stupid, I can guarantee they'll go home and destroy them. If you say that you like their shoes, they'll prize them above anything else. It's how people work, babe. To me, you're the amazing, handsome, insane man I'm marrying. To them, you're the infallible hero that saved them all."

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do."

"That's kind of scary, to have that much pull over someone like that."

"It must be for you, but it is the way things are. You do well with responsibility."

"Thanks, Dra-wait a minute! You think I'm insane?"

"I know you're insane sweetheart. No one else would put up with me."

Harry laughed. "That's true."