Draco was not sure what he had been expecting in Canada but not this. He knew there was more to this story then he was being told. Even if Remus had not confirmed it, he knew this was not Harry. Harry had not ever seemed to be the kind of person who would hide away from it. He was shocked to learn Harry had survived the final battle but was still dying. It sure seemed Harry had never had good luck in anything for sure. He was convinced he would get Harry to tell him the truth of what was happening. He had no idea how he was to help without knowing.

Heading down for dinner he had his mind set on it. He found the two men and Teddy in the dining room. He was surprised to find that Kreacher was serving them there. He had met the elf a few times, his mother of course had been a member of the Black family before marriage.

Harry looked up. "How is your room?"

Draco turned. "Fine."

Remus motioned. "We don't have guests often."

Draco smirked. "Do you ever?"

Harry reminded him. "Oliver."

Remus added. "Your Uncle."

Draco stopped. "My Uncle? I know he helped but…."

Remus laughed. "A potions conference this summer."

Draco remembered. "That was in the US."

Harry shrugged. "Couldn't raise suspicions."

Remus motioned again. "Sit and eat."

Harry asked. "I hear you are studying with him."

Draco turned to him. "What?"

"You are going to be a potion's master? I'd have thought business."

"Are we going to make small talk again?"

"Is that not customary over dinner? It's been a while."

Draco smirked. "When are you going to tell me?"

Remus quieted them. "How about we get through dinner first?"

Draco knew that he could not force them to tell him. He settled into the dinner but was determined to find out before he went to bed that night. But he could admit that he was hungry and the food both smelled and looked good to him. It seemed Kreacher actually did know how to cook. It had been some time since he had lunch back home and a portkey could make you hungry. He filled up his plate full of some of the food. For people who had not entertained in a long time, they knew how to put on a spread of food.

Draco allowed the small talk but Harry shared a look with his godfather. He knew Draco would not be put off forever. Remus had reminded him that Draco was here to help. Draco would have to know the truth to help but Harry was just reluctant to speak about it.

Remus went to take Teddy. "I am going to put him to bed."

Harry motioned. "Join me in the living room."

Draco smirked. "For television or exploding snap?"

Harry shrugged. "We have both or chess. But I thought we'd talk."

Draco found himself at a chess board though. "More small talk?"

"Remus reminded me you need to know, to help."

"It would make it easier."

"I want to die at home."

Draco shook his head. "There is more to this."

"How do you know? I don't want to die on foreign soil."

"If that was true, you could easily just slip home."

"There are risks."

"If you are dying, then they are minimal."

"I want to have my few friends with me."

Draco understood. "It is a risk to them."

Harry looked towards the door. "And others."

"We will keep Remus and Teddy safe."

Harry was reluctant to say the words. "There is someone else."

Draco paused. "Who?"

Harry looked down at his stomach and his hands went protectively to it. Draco was surprised as he suddenly understood what Harry meant. He hadn't noticed really at first but he realized Harry was wearing a charm. He suspected before but he had not really thought about it. He had been told Harry was dying and Harry didn't look that ill. He had assumed Harry was using a charm to hide how sick he really was.

"How far along?"

"Six months."

"Six months? But that means you conceived….."

"Just before the final battle."

Draco was confused. "How didn't you lose the baby?"

Harry wasn't sure. "The fates were with me."

Draco had to ask. "Who is the father?"

Harry shook his head. "Not now."

Draco pushed. "It wasn't…."

Harry laughed. "He was too busy trying to kill me."

Draco pushed. "One of his followers? Is that why you are afraid to go back?"

Harry stopped him. "No. Her daddy has nothing to do with this."

Draco stared. "Her?"

Harry nodded. "It's for my daughter I need to go back."

"Would she not be safer here?"

Harry nodded. "That's why I need you to help me make it safe."

Draco understood. "You want her raised in the UK."

Harry nodded. "I have a few people left there. I want her to have her Uncle George."

Draco wondered if a Weasley was the father by the comment. But he was reminded Harry considered the twins to be brothers. Harry admitted the baby was part of why he was dying. There was a possible cure but it was a small chance and quite risky. And there was no way to do it when he was pregnant. He had refused to give up his daughter, to have the cure. Severus had warned him, the longer he waited, and the less likely it was to work. Harry knew the chances though had been slim to start with. And he was not going to sacrifice his baby for a slim chance at life.

Harry removed the charm. "That's why I need you. I can die in peace, if I know my little girl is safe with her Grandpa Remus and Uncle George."

Draco had not pushed for any more answers the night before. He had been shocked by the pregnancy and the possible cure. He wished he knew the father but he would not push for now. He believed Harry, that the baby was not the product of rape from Voldemort or his men. He doubted Harry would have had an abortion either way, but the love he had for the baby, was deeper. Harry wanted to reclaim his life, not for himself, but his daughter. He wanted to make sure she could grow up in the UK, safe. He wanted her to have her family and be able to attend Hogwarts one day. He needed to know that she was not a target, so that he could die peacefully, knowing that she would be safe.

The next morning Draco was surprised when he found Harry gone from the house. Remus would not tell him anything but that Harry was gone for an errand. Harry had left the house, but it was not exactly for an errand. He had taken the Canadian version of the knight bus.

Harry got off and looked around. "He should be here."

A friendly voice called. "Harry."

Harry turned. "Oliver."

Oliver hugged him. "Good to see you."

"You too."

Oliver heard his stomach. "We should feed you."

"I left before breakfast, to miss Draco."

Oliver stopped. "So he has arrived has he?"

"I know you were worried."

"I just don't like any risks to you."

"Severus has helped me a lot."

"You know I just worry about you and her."

"And I am grateful for that."

"You really think he can help you go home?"

"I hope so."

Harry had gone to Vancouver where Oliver now lived and played for a professional team there. Though he had contact with a few people back home, he hadn't seen them. Andromeda, Xeno, Neville and Luna knew he was alive but had not been able to come see him. He assumed Augusta likely knew and he was fine with that. The woman had always been a loyal supporter of his and she was a formidable force to be reckoned with. He knew she and Albus had never got along and he could use her back up. Other than one visit from Severus, Oliver was the only familiar face until now. He had come to visit often, and helped them find the place. He was named co-guardians with Remus of the baby, when Harry died. He hoped this would work and his daughter could be raised back home though. But Oliver would remain in her life.

Oliver led him into a café where they could sit down for something to eat. He had been shocked when he learned Harry had been alive. He considered him a little brother and was relieved. Xeno had needed help finding a home in Canada and Oliver had been their source.

Oliver watched him. "Have you told him?"

"About the baby and dying? Yes."

Oliver noted. "But not about her dad."

Harry sighed. "Not yet."

Oliver squeezed his hand. "It is nothing to fear."

Harry knew. "He wondered if it was Voldemort or his men."

"I guess it would be a reason to hide the baby."

"I should be thankful they were too busy trying to kill me."

Oliver assured him. "People will love her."

"Those who love me I have no doubt."

Oliver handed him milk. "If you go back, you know you can change….."

Harry cut him off. "You don't want to be her godfather anymore?"

Oliver laughed. "You know I am honored. But you'll have more choices then."

"No one better. No one I trust more with her life, other than George when he knows."

Oliver agreed. "He would take on an army for her or you. And either would I."

Harry put Oliver's hand to feel the baby kick. "We both are so grateful."

Oliver had been the one constant beyond Remus since he had come here. As much as he loved Remus like a dad, Oliver was a life line. Oliver could keep him informed about George and the others back home. But he was also a living breathing link to that life he had left behind. When he came here he had not known about the curse. It was a few weeks later, he found out about both it and the fact he had been dying. For a few short weeks he had thought he could heal here and start a new life. He always planned to tell George one day but not to go back.

Oliver went to put him back on the bus. "Just be careful."

Harry assured him. "I will."

"I know you trust Severus but…"

"I learned long ago to be careful who you trust."

"I hate what Albus did to you."

Harry stopped. "I know…"

"You used to trust so openly."

"And got hurt because of it."

Oliver just reminded him. "There are many people you can trust. You can open that heart again."

"That's another reason you need to be in her life."

Oliver smirked. "I thought I was to teach her quidditch."

Harry had tears. "You are the best. I couldn't have asked for better."

Oliver knew what he had meant. "She will have me, and George and Grandpa to teach her."

Harry climbed onto the bus. "I wish I could see…."

Oliver said. "Maybe once she is born…."

"There was little chance back when Severus offered."

Odds were always against him and he was not going to cling to false hope. He would give birth and hopefully see her first birthday. Maybe he would get to see her first steps or hear her first words. It killed him to know she would never remember him. He had been around the same age when his parents died. He had stories about his parents and photos but nothing else. But his daughter would have a loving family from the start. And she would know about him all the time. He had grown up only knowing his parent's names, his daughter would have better.

Draco was waiting when he got back. "I was surprised you were gone."

An: Mystery one solved. So who is the daddy? Keep reviewing.