...Then Who is He?
Chapter 8
I don't own Harry Potter

"Isn't he precious Draco?" I asked, holding Henry as Mum and Dad slept.

"He is. Shouldn't we be sleeping while he is?" Draco replied, gently taking Henry from me and laying him back in his crib. "Remus said he'll be worse than you were. A were-wolf," he said teasingly.

"Oi! I resent that!" I said, swatting his arm, "But you're right, we should sleep, the full moon's tonight."

"Then let's go," Draco said, leading me to my room.

...

Harry,

I'm sorry I was such a bloody arse this term. I was a dumb git and should have seen that you were really in love. An early Christmas present helped me see that.

I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends again.

A bloody embarrassed git,

Ron Weasley

"Mum, what did you do?" I asked in awe, looking at the letter Ron's owl had just delivered.

"A bit of thought, a few well-timed letters, and a conversation with Neville, his grandmother, and Mrs. Weasley," Mum said with a grin.

"Neville?"

"I convinced him to tell Ron a few things he's been hiding since 3rd year. Like I said, Ron was acting like James. He just needed to find love himself."

"Well good for him," I said, folding the letter and putting it back in the envelope.

"Good for who?" Draco asked, coming into the room, his hair still wet from the shower.

"Neville. He finally told Ron he likes the git. So Ron'll be less of a pain in the arse when we get back to school," I said, giving Draco a kiss on the cheek as he sat down.

"Gross, I don't want to see that before breakfast!" Ron yelled, popping out of the Floo, Neville arriving a few seconds later.

"Ron behave," Neville chastised, straightening his clothes.

"Sorry Neville," Ron said sheepishly. "Did you get my letter Harry?" he asked anxiously.

I waved the envelope. "I did. I'm glad you changed your mind. Making fun of Snape isn't as much fun with Hermione."

Ron grinned widely, "She's too much of a teacher's pet even try."

I grinned back at him. "Do you want to meet Henry?"

"You didn't tell me he had arrived! Of course I want to!"

I led Ron and Neville upstairs, motioning for them to be quiet as we reached the landing.

"Last night was the full moon. It was hard on all of us. Mum couldn't go away because it was Henry's first transformation and Draco and I couldn't go near them," I said, opening the door to the nursery.

"Poor thing. How bad was it?" Neville asked, watching as I took Henry out of the crib.

"Dad told me that it was better than normal. Henry must help. Do you want to hold him?" I asked Neville.

"M-me?" he asked squeakily, "Wh-what if I hurt him?"

"You won't hurt him. Sit down," I told him, motioning to the rocking chair.

Neville sat down shakily and I carefully handed Henry to him, positioning his arms and stepping back. Ron stood behind him and smiled at both of them.

I grinned at them and leaned into Draco, his arms wrapping around my waist.

Suddenly the nursery disappeared. I was in a large room. Three people were seated at a long table in the middle of the room.

At the head was Voldemort. Wormtail, who had managed to escape the dementors before receiving the Kiss, was standing at his shoulder. Snape was sitting on his right and Lucius Malfoy was on Voldemort's left.

"I assure you Master, my son still supports our cause," Lucius was saying to Voldemort.

"I know that Lucius. But does your son know that?" Voldemort asked, stroking the snake wrapped around his neck.

Before Lucius could respond a wizard I had never seen before burst into the room.

"Master," he panted, "News from Potter's house."

Voldemort motioned for Lucius to be quiet and the messenger to deliver his news.

"There's another were-wolf. A young one. This must have been it's first full moon."

Voldemort nodded and the messenger left the room. "So, the wolf's finally had another spawn. We should do something nice for them."