My Child

Slash – My apologies I should have put it in the summary, my bad.

Pairing Harry/Regulus

THIS IS FOR THE COMPLAINERS ON FANFICTION:

The slash it will be when he's older I never write underage Harry so you can complain until you're blue in the face it won't change anything. I'm not sure how you guys think writing is done, if you've even written a damn short story outside of school, but you think ahead when you're writing the pairing you want, the ideas you want in the story. It's got nothing to do with paedophilia you don't want to read Harry with older couples? Then up tops the red X is the way go to, THAT GOES FOR ALL MY STORIES! and Regulus died, did he? Well go back and keep re-reading the books if you're going to keep reciting canon when it's clear it's not going to be canon. Don't you guys get tried of your goddamned complaining? Like seriously? It's exhausting looking at it. You'd find a new way to complain if I stopped writing and have the gall to blame everyone else but yourself too, wouldn't you? Never admitting to yourself that you were part of the reason?

Now I apologise that everyone had to read that, it's terrible I'm having to defend my every action because I have an idea for a story, I want to write for you all. Then again, we, the human race, aren't happy unless there's something to complain about. At least a decade or so ago (maybe two) it was real reasons people complained about like my spelling etc…nowadays it's everything. Every. Single. Little. Perceived. Mistake YOU THINK I'VE MADE, is crucified. Here's an idea, if you don't like it just click the box and go find something else. That can be what you could consider your random act of kindness for once in your lives!

Chapter 3

Harry's eyes were so wide, as he shuffled away from the adults. Worried and confused in equal measures, there was too much kindness coming his way today, when he was used to being ignored or hurt. A headache began to worsen, he could see the woman's mouth moving in flashes, as his heart began to palpitate.

"Harry?" Dorea asked, her voice slightly shrill, panicking a little – so unlike her – in the sight of seeing a child so distressed. "Marius! What's wrong with him?" she had zero experience with children, except her own, for one wonderful week.

"He's hyperventilating," Charlus commented, "Sweating too." Alarmed, children shouldn't be sweating like that unless there was something wrong with him. What on earth was the family thinking sending him to school when he was sick?

Harry curled over his stomach, nausea getting the better of him. Chills consumed him as his teeth chittered, dizziness made him sway a little, he was unaware of the panic he had elicited in Dorea who was said to the most composed of the Blacks lacking the Black madness (and impulsiveness) that followed the Black females like a bad smell.

"We must get him to St. Mungo's." Charlus alarmed by Harry's inability to breathe.

"I think he's having a panic attack," Marius said, glancing around, "Do you have a calming draught with you?"

"We don't," Charlus bit out, his brother had done that, but he'd been a Potions Master. Although, he'd been more into the cosmetic side of potions, such as salves and protective coats of salve for your hair. He was most known for his Sleekeazy Hair Potion. Which had quadrupled the family wealth for that potion alone. It was far from the only potion he'd created, but it was the one that was the main earner.

Flicking his wand, "I'll be back in a moment," intending on Apparating back home to retrieve a potion, instead of calling a House-elf to aid them.

Unfortunately, Dorea Apparated both herself and Harry out of the playground. Charlus cursed quietly, but he was very grateful for the spells he'd put up. Specifically, the wards to prevent Muggles seeing them, and to make them forget.

They wouldn't forget Harry entirely; they'd just forget they'd seen him that day. Or that he'd been taken out since they had ticked him as present for the day. Magic could be wonderful also detrimental especially to Muggles. Making them forget their students? It shouldn't really be done, but the risk of exposure was far too dangerous to contemplate an alternative.

"Do you…" Charlus offered Marius the option of coming, waiting patiently for him to decide. Each second felt like minutes, hours, as he fought the impatience.

"And miss this?" Marius stated, still slightly dazed by his sister's impulsive reaction. Perhaps they should have, Dorea had lost her precious little Leo, and she didn't have any other child to dote on. It would seem Harry roused those protective maternal instincts in Dorea.

Marius was side-long Apparated to Charlus and Dorea's home. It was just a small home they'd bought under the radar. Using secrecy vows to ensure nobody could reveal its existence, let alone who owed it. Also made sure that it wasn't on the Potter radar, so that Dumbledore couldn't find it through reading the Potter estate properties.

They both landed in the foyer, and Charlus took the five steps it took to reach the living room. Five steps! He'd grown up in a property that took thousands of feet to get from the living area to his bedroom.

"Dorea what do you think you're doing…?" Charlus voice dimmed to nothing as he noticed she was speaking to someone.

Marius followed leisurely, absently taking in the property. Nothing had changed since the last time he'd been there. Which was admittedly not very often, for his comfort he believed and Dorea and Charlus didn't have many other people they can talk to.

"It sounds like he's had a panic or anxiety attack," the voice over the Floo calmly informed her. "You can bring him in for a check up and we can confirm it. Or I can send one of our healers to you if you'd rather not move him." naturally unaware that he was conversing with Dorea Black or the fact the child they were discussing was Harry James Potter.

Dorea emerged from the Floo, glancing at either wizard, seeking their thoughts. Aware that the wizard would be able to hear anything they said.

"What do you think?" glancing at Harry's unconscious form on the sofa. "What if it's something worse?" they needed to be sure, what if he had a Muggle illness? Or worse, a wizarding one? Which he could catch despite not being in amongst the wizarding populace, you only need to be in contact with one Wizard to get sick. Dumbledore might be inoculated but they had no idea if Harry was.

"Do you not have a trusted healer?" Marius questioned; it did look like a panic attack. However, Dorea was right to panic, it could be many other things. Lowering his voice so that the wizard in the Floo could not hear him, "This is why Sirius left, the expectations heaped upon an heir is too much." Indicating to the unconscious child.

"All healers at St. Mungo's can be trusted," the insulted voice from the Floo Network insisted. The emergency Floo Network for the hospital, a specific healer was always on duty to take their calls. There were additional fireplaces so that people can Floo into St. Mungo's if immediate care was suspected or needed. There was a note of curiosity in his voice, one he was used to going unsatisfied. It was clear he hadn't heard he other part of Marius' speech.

Marius after all, was incapable of casting a silencing spell and really knew how to keep quiet.

Charlus rolled his eyes, a Muggle-born then, honestly what were the superiors thinking not addressing things with him before letting him work on the Floo. The insipid fool didn't realize all pureblood's had Healers and contracts to ensure their secrecy. Healers at St. Mungo's didn't have the same tight constraints as purebloods had. He didn't have anything against Muggle-borns or Muggle-raised people, no, but he did have a problem with those who were ignorant.

Which unfortunately, was becoming glaringly all too often these days. He didn't know what the students were getting taught, but it was irking him how ill-informed they could be.

The quality of education at Hogwarts was sorely lacking.

Dorea inhaled sharply at his word; she'd seen how difficult an upbringing Orion had. The poor lad had been excluded from a lot of the games and activities the kids played because he was busy with lessons. While Orion ultimately understood why he missed a few hours of play a few times a week…Sirius had not. Sirius had rebelled, if he hadn't Sirius admitted he may have crumbled under the weight of the pressure. "Thank you for your help, good day, Healer Vane." With that she shut off the connection. "It was difficult for Sirius, his mother made it intolerable. At least Orion had both is parents…Walburga was…a horrid mother and I hate that she got to be one when…" trailing off, before straightening up, refusing to finish her sentence.

"Some people don't deserve to be parents," Marius agreed fully, a grim look on his face. Thinking of both Muggles and wizardkind when he said that.

"Our healer is dead," Charlus changed the subject, trying to help his wife not dwell on the past. "We would need to see about securing another."

"Wasn't Dolohov going through a Healer course to gain his Mastery?" Marius pondered.

"He was, he passed but never practiced." There was a sadness to Dorea's face, "Thorfinn Rowle has passed his Mastery in healing just a few years ago he has been practicing since. He would sign anything we asked him to." he understood the need for secrecy, and he was from a family that had a treaty with the Black family.

"A Rowle? Healing?" Marius blinked in astonishment.

"The other side needs healing too, dear," Dorea patted his arm as she went to get her book. The book that held all names and Floo addresses of people she knew. Hopefully the Rowle family still stayed in the same place. The Rowle family would definitely not be in the Floo Pages that would give the Floo addresses to those that need them every year.

Marius conceded the point, still, the Rowle's were rather powerful bunch. Usually decided on some sort of Defence course that has a lot of physical movement such as Duelling. They were nimble, flexible and full of energy really. He could remember them never really sitting still.

"It is normal for panic attacks to render someone unconscious?" Charlus asked, before kneeling down beside the child, "Is this the fashion, Marius? Clothes too large?" he would confess he hadn't been looking at the Muggles beyond their faces.

Marius paid much closer attention to the child at that, "Bad panic attacks can be a lot worse than just unconscious." He confessed, panic attacks were rotten things, and could lead to worse down the road. They needed coping mechanisms, but they might never stop. It was alarming to see a child so affected by it, and he couldn't help but wonder, if the trauma of his parent's murder was the reason. "No, this is not normal, this is badly made to look like normal school uniform, dyed if my suspicions are correct. Whoever took him in…must not have much money." Which just perplexed Marius and Charlus further.

Charlus smoothed over the Potter hair, that resembled a bird's nest. A small fond smile on his face, Mont's greatest invention couldn't even tame his son's hair regardless of how much they used. Merlin, his sister-in-law had tried, so she had to tame James' hair. Idly noticing the small unconscious flinch that accompanied it. Hmm, he didn't look as if he had an injury, perhaps reflex? He had just been hit by little brats, how dare they? Did they not realize whom they were hitting? Who Harry was going to be? A Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter.

The cheek of them, their parents need a stern talking to. Their attitude would only continue to worsen if they didn't learn now. The reality was they should have already learned by this.

Charlus inhaled sharply, feeling rather emotional, as he gazed at Harry. Who looked so much like James, who had looked so much like Fleamont (and himself) that it hurt a little to remember their loss which could overwhelm him.

Marius pressed a comforting hand on his shoulder, as if suspecting where Charlus' thoughts were at the moment.

They looked up when they heard sound, Dorea speaking quietly with her normal visage noticeable to all. While Charlus was still under his heavy-duty glamour.

Dorea had returned with Thorfinn Rowle, the youngest. He was rather handsome, stood as he was, hair long and in a ponytail, the only thing he didn't have were his lime green healer robes on.

"So, who is my patient?" Rowle asked, his voice soft and soothing, a melodious sound that no doubt evoke calm in his patients. Unable to see Harry from the two wizards and assuming it was either Marius or Charlus. Entirely unaware that Marius was a squib.

Time for pleasantries could wait, clearly Dorea believed this to be an emergency. Given both men looked fine, he wasn't sure she hadn't exaggerated.

A/N - I truly regret deciding to read the reviews on Fanfiction this afternoon (there are still no emails coming from FF). Not only did it make me want to throw up my hands in defeat, but it soured my mood, and found myself unable to write. Not sure if I'm blocked, just pissed or in the need of a drink or two…too bad we don't have any alcohol in the house. Ah, what I'm going to do is go to bed early, read a book instead. I honestly don't understand some people I really, really don't.