A/N Very short chapter, but it's enough to let you all know that I'm still alive. I'm working on a request story, so that's what's been taking me so long. This is just kind of a filler chapter, and nothing BIG happens this chapter. However, next chapter is the long awaited wedding scene! =)
Enjoy!
They both laughed and then settled down again. Draco laid his head on Harry's shoulder. "Can I see the Hallows? I can't believe they're real."
"Sure. Come on." Harry grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him up off the couch. They took the long walk down to the basement. "I store everything from the war here." He led Draco to the farthest corner of the long, dark room. He opened a cardboard box and pulled out three objects. "The Elder Wand," He handed the wand to Draco, who held it like it would break as he examined it. Harry smiled at his tenderness, "the Resurrection Stone." The stone followed the wand, "and the Invisibility Cloak." Harry took the wand and stone and gave him the cloak.
"So this is how you got away with so much at school. How did you get it? Why wasn't it destroyed when, well, you know?"
"Dumbledore had it. He gave it to me over Christmas holidays in first year."
"Oh." Draco looked at the three objects before him before looking at the stone again. "Harry, could I maybe use the stone? I want to see my mother again. I need to say goodbye. I never got the chance."
"Sure, Drake. Do you want me to leave?"
"No. I want you to meet her, the real her."
"I'll be here as long as you want me." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco.
"I want you forever." Draco kissed him. "Now how do I work this?"
"Turn it in your hand three times and think about her. Picture her in your mind as much as you can." Draco did, and on the third turn, a woman began to appear. She looked around for a moment before her eyes landed on her son.
"Draco! My son!" Her eyes turned to Harry. "Draco, are you in trouble? What's going on here?"
"No, I'm not in any trouble, Mum. I'm in love. Harry and I are getting married in December."
"Draco, this isn't that ridiculous plot you had to seduce Mr. Potter and turn him over to your damned father, is it?"
"Mother! You know-" Draco stopped as he felt Harry back away from him.
"What's going on? Don't tell me all of this has been a lie. Damn it, Draco don't do this to me!"
"No! It's not! I had a stupid plot to make you love me and turn you over, that's true, but that was a long time ago! I was fifteen and still stupid! That was before I actually met you! I love you, Harry! Please, believe me! I need you."
Narcissa looked confused. "What's going on? How long have I been dead?"
"I'm twenty-one now, mum. You've been gone for over six years. I've missed you so much." Harry moved back behind Draco and wrapped his arms around him again. Draco looked up into his eyes. "Does this mean you forgive me?"
"I made an Unbreakable Vow to love you, and even without it, I would have forgiven you. We put that part of our lives behind us. I'm not willing to leave you behind because of the person you were."
"Thank you, babe. I love you."
Harry kissed him. "I love you too."
"Draco, this is real then?"
"Yes, Mum. I love him."
"What changed, dear?"
"I really met him for the first time. He helped me, even though we were still enemies at the time, and we fell in love. I'm pregnant, actually. For the second time. You have a little granddaughter, and another grandchild on the way."
Narcissa's eyes clouded over. "May I see her?"
"I'm sorry, Mum, but until she's older and can understand what's happening, we don't want her to be confused. She can't see you yet."
"I understand. Will you tell me her name? What does she look like?"
Harry spoke. "She looks almost exactly like you, Mrs. Malfoy. She's beautiful. But she had my eyes."
She smiled at him. "Thank you, and call me Narcissa. You are going to be my son-in-law."
"Thank you Narcissa. I'm going to go check on Hailey. I'll let you two get caught up."
Even though Draco said he wanted Harry there, he was grateful for Harry's understanding. He smiled and nodded his thanks to Harry.
Harry winked and shut the basement door.
