Hey everyone,
We are going to cover the 30th of September for a bit longer. I probably plan to do a part of it in Lea's POV – this chapter – and part of it in Damian's. And to be honest, I am very, very happy that I now get to put these two new OC's – both the Unspeakable and Sirius' actual son – into the story. Don't get me wrong, Harry is still going to become part of that little family, but not right away like with most of my other stories.
Okay, all of them,

Venquine1990


Chapter 13
Discussions and Decisions

30th of September 1995
Private Rooms, Hogwarts
Lea's POV

That sensation of something calling out to me has been doing so for the last couple of days, but to my relief had it not gotten any stronger as the days progressed. Even was more than happy to house Riku and Sora for a few days and even Aqua, Ventus and Terra contacted us and told us they would happily be extra back-up in case necessary. Ansem the Wise had also tried to study the sensation, but the fact that I could hardly tell him anything about it didn't help him.
Even a scan of my entire body didn't lend the genius man any results and yet, upon my arrival in the new world, everything felt as if it had fallen into place. Upon gazing into those orbs of purest of emerald green, I felt as if everything I had gone through, both as Lea and even as my Nobody Axel, had finally been rewarded, as if the Light of Kingdom Hearts was shining on me. But instead of shining down, it felt as if it was radiating from the gorgeous form of the young man.
I had been in awe at the sight, felt entranced and just let my heart and the sensation guide me and the feeling of his petite but strong body encased by my own felt beyond anything I had ever experienced. I had very much wanted to kiss those picture perfect, soft-colored lips, but something about the way the incredible younger teen held me made me know not to. "It wouldn't just be my first, but his too. I can't take that from him, not now."

Having Kairi basically attack me in her happiness after my arrival here had been great and a wonderful side-effect to me answering to the call, which had sadly enough stopped after I had first hugged the brilliant source of light, but what he taught me in the last half hour is the real reward. The angel's name is Harry and he has a godfather named Sirius and a large group of friends. Yet he also seems to have some enemies.
And over the last half hour, I also learned things that were less than pleasant, things that proved that my precious angel is someone tainted by darkness as he lost his parents when he was still young and has been without his godfather for many years, the man apparently having been wrongly accused and sent to prison. Still, the news that, before he was incarcerated, the man actually became a father and that he now has his son back makes things better again.
Though at the same time did hearing these things also open my eyes to something, something I now realize that me falling head over heels with Harry made me blind to at first; there are a lot of dark shadows that surround the precious mother of my child and that are trying to lick at Harry from all sides. Yet something, and I suspect it to be the baby, seems to be keeping them from able to and this really makes me feel better.

"Well Damian, why don't you come and join us at the table? We're having a bit of a celebratory lunch here and you deserve to be part, after all." I tell the lad who seems to be somewhere between my age and that of my precious soul mate and the lad, who does look quite a bit like his dad, smiles and says: "That'd be great. Though I'd rather go get one last friend of mine and then, if you guys are okay with it, move in here as well, like the others."
Yet this confuses me and Sora asks: "Wait, how are you all staying here? There is only one other door." And the answer comes from a huge stack of sleeping bags that appears against the side of the room. This astounds us and Sirius says: "They're enchanted to feel like sleeping in a cot. Plus, there are probably now two beds in that bedroom over there. One for Harry and one for you, Lea." And this really surprises me.
I turn from him to Harry, who looks a little self-conscious and ask: "Are you okay with that, love?" Harry grimaces and mutters: "Well, I – I – ehm – I do have – heh, I had this really, really bad experience happen to me back in June and – well, I – I still have nightmares over it." Yet this instantly sells the idea to me and I move over to him, crouching down to his level and say: "Then I'll be happy to share with you, love, to help you past that before the baby gets here."

Harry smiles at me over this and Damian says: "I'll be right back. Are you okay with that, Harry?" Harry nods and Kairi stands up as she says: "I'm pretty sure I know who you're talking about, Damian, and to be honest, I have been holding back to keep a low profile for the last month. And if I'm right, then I might finally get my chance to stop doing that. And by Kingdom Hearts, do I need it." Which makes my friends and I snort.
"Who do you think he means, Kairi?" Harry asks concerned and the girl answers: "Probably Luna Lovegood. The amount of times I noticed her being bullied just this last month –." The girl shakes her head in annoyance and Damian nods as he says: "Yeah, Harry has always been able to count on me if he needed to vent, but I always took Luna under my wing as well. And to be honest, being Head Boy has had its perks from time to time."
Harry turns to the youngest of the redheads and the girl nods as she says: "Yeah, me just calling her Loony from time to time is still tame – and I really just do it to take the fun out of it for those who go down on her. I don't think her looney, I'm just – trying to help her even with us in separate Houses." Harry nods and turns to Damian and Kairi as he says: "Get her here, safely." Both nod at him and the look on both their faces makes me glad that I am not the potential bullies.

I notice Harry looking at me and he motions for the only other door in the room while Damian and Kairi leave. And while I'm sure that men more immature than me would take that motion for all the wrong reasons, do I nod. I follow him into the bedroom, which looks quite nice with tones of either soft Bordeaux red or brown with hints of gold and I notice that there are, indeed, two incredibly luxurious beds set into the room.
Yet at the same time are the beds set on opposite sides of the room and I think: "I bet that, as we grow closer, those beds will be moved closer together as well and become one for the two of us. And like hell if I don't plan to have that done by the time we have our little baby." I remember the fact that we might have more than one and this strengthens my determination.
And Harry seems to have his mind focused on the same thing as he sits down on his own bed with his arms crossed over his belly. And while it is still flat, can I almost imagine it being round with child, a thought that makes me happily sit down next to him. Yet while I have been constantly sitting quite close to him, do I now feel like being a gentleman and so I keep a bit of distance between us. Yet this makes Harry look at me weirdly and so I scuttle closer.
Harry's smile turns into a grin at this and he turns back to looking down as he says: "I've been thinking. Damian, he's done so much for me. He's been there for me whenever the whole thing with me being an orphan or when the school acting like Duggers did happened and was the listening ear I needed when my nerves got the better of me. If it weren't for him, I would have caved into the stress and responsibility of what has been going on here at Hogwarts years ago."

This, while all these vague hints at the fact that my mate's life has really been as dark as the shadows that surround him worries me, also makes me smile and Harry startles me as he says: "I – I would like Damian to be the godfather to our baby. And – if Sirius is right – if we have more than one baby, then one of your friends can be godparent to the other one. Is that alright with you?" I nod in agreement, yet still worry over something and mutter: "Let's go tell them."
We head back inside and retake our seats. And when Damian comes back, Angelina this time being the one to let him and his friend in, do I instantly see evidence that what Ginny, Kairi and Damian told us is indeed true. The girl has a few bruises on her face, a part of her hair looks like it got cut by someone who is half blind or just wasn't aiming right and her feet are bare.
The girl's robes also look quite tattered, yet there is still a look in her eyes that makes me wonder if she is even aware of how she looks or the image her looks bring up with us. Kairi is also carrying her Keyblade over her shoulder and the look on her face makes me know one thing. The young Luna girl may not look too great, but I can only imagine how bad her bullies are looking right now. Kairi turns to Harry and says:
"Just a heads up, your Regent might not be too happy with me right now – but I really don't care. I never completed my registration to this school anyway." This makes me snicker and Harry smiles as he says: "That's fine, Kairi. I have a natural hatred for bullies anyway, so I am just happy that you got to make them pay a bit. Also, just in case Lea and I do get more than one baby –." Harry looks at me, yet I shake my head and ask: "Roxas, would you be godfather to our second-born, if that happens?" And this shocks the blond.

I do notice Isa looking at me with a hurt look on his face and I silently tell him: "Kairi." And the slightly elder guy nods, understanding that I chose Roxas over him, because I first want to give him a chance to have Kairi warm up to him. Yet Isa seems to realize that Kairi did the same with me just a few months ago as a hopeful smile grows on his face before he asks: "Don't you think that's a little early? I mean, you guys only met earlier today."
My first best friend voices my thoughts as he asks this and Harry sighs as he mutters: "It's – it's a bit of an aftereffect of – of what happened last Wednesday." This worries me as that was the day before the sensation – before my unborn baby – started calling out to me, and while he starts to grip at his cutlery, does Harry start to talk. And just by the look on his face, do I know that this time, I won't get any hints, just the whole story.

"Basically, my entire life things have been taken from me that should not have, like my parents, and decisions have been made for me that were my right to make, regardless of my age or sense of responsibility. But this has been happening my whole life and – it happened again on Wednesday. As you all know, it was on Wednesday that our bond was formed and that my body adjusted itself to that, when our baby was created from our souls.
This – well, due to the large amount of distance and because my body was still entirely new to the whole thing, it really hurt, bad enough that Madam Pomfrey, our school healer and my family's Regent, had to put me under a sleeping draught to give my body the chance to adjust without causing me any pain." This makes me wince and feel horrible, yet Harry smiles and says:
"It's only natural. After all, my body was developing new organs at rapid speed and even having life grow inside me. Anyway, while I was out, my friends wanted to make sure that our Headmaster, the ancient man Kairi spoke with outside, heard the truth about my pregnancy and not just some rumors like the other students like to spread around about me. Only, when he heard the incredible news – he decided that he disagreed. He didn't think I should keep my own baby.
He even went and met with several people who he thought would be a suitable mother, while I was out cold before telling me, before I even knew I was pregnant. And I had never even met some of the people he considered suitable. And then he decided to go and tell me both about the pregnancy and his plans for the adoption in the same conversation! He even tried to keep me from growing attached, tried pulling my hands away when he told me."

My friends and I share shocked and disgusted looks at this and Kairi whispers: "I heard rumors about a falling out between you and Dumbledore, but I never thought it'd be over this. Most students think it's over the fact that Madam Pomfrey was doing Dumbledore's job in keeping you safe from Umbridge, that you are shocked at how quickly she handled the situation and felt insulted that Dumbledore hadn't done the same or something similar."
Yet Harry seems too angry and hurt to hear her as he just sighs and mutters: "That – that is why I want to make all of these decisions now, why I am so happy that Sirius has been making the furniture for the nursery, why I asked Mrs. Weasley, their mother, to start working on knitting some baby cloths together with Hermione. I – I want these decisions to be made by me, by us. And, a small part of me, wants to make this strong base to prove others that I can and deserve to be a mum."
We all nod in understanding at this and Isa asks: "Can I give my honest opinion here?" We all nod at him, even though Kairi looks a little wary and my eldest friend says: "Going by what little I've heard so far, Harry's life has been just filled with darkness and, I do believe, none of us would want that for his upcoming baby, his and Lea's. So my question is, why not just go with Lea and return to his world? Have your baby there?"

And while I definitely appreciate my best friend for this idea, does Harry seem against it as he mutters: "I – I don't disagree. I mean, you can see how many friends I have and I have definitely had many great moments with them over the past four years and whatnot, but –. Yeah, I also admit that I did use Lea potentially having a home of his own as an argument against those who wanted me to give up my baby. I – I just – I – I wonder – what my parents would think."
Harry mumbles in the end, sounding almost silent as the wind and I pull him close against my side, wanting to comfort and reassure him. And Sirius desires the same as he says: "Harry, kiddo, let me tell you something. Your parents, my best and closest friends, died for only one reason; you. So you could be happy with your life. And so far, a lot of us – myself included, I admit – have been misusing and dishonoring that sacrifice for years.
You are given the chance to have what your parents wanted when they had you. If you ask me, you should take it. Make use of this chance." And the look the man sends me proves he includes me in that chance. Yet while I feel incredibly touched that the man already trusts me this much, do I turn to Harry and mutter: "How's this? We spend our time here until Harry is closer to having the baby and then make our decision. Would you like that, Harry?"

And while this seems to impress some of those around me, does Harry just smile at me and say: "I just want one thing right now; for us to make decisions together that will be for the best of our baby. And I do think that this idea is what's best." And then suddenly another voice speaks up and says: "I certainly agree on that, especially considering one fact." We look up and I notice someone who looks like a Matron standing in the room.
"What's that, Poppy?" Sirius asks and the woman answers: "The fact that, in this world, Lea and his friends can learn more about Soul bonds and get to know Harry and those closest to him. Not to mention that it will give you a chance to help me be there for Harry in ways many others either haven't wanted or been able to be all these years. And finally it will give Harry more time to make a proper decision." At which we all nod.

That night
In the bedroom

We spent the rest of the day just happily getting to know each other, though Damian, Sirius and Harry mostly kept giving the others the chance to talk about themselves. Yet through Harry's closest friends, a boy named Ron and Hermione, I still learned a whole lot about my soul mate and the mother of my child. And I definitely also learned something about the lot of them. They do believe that Harry has been wronged many times, but some don't like admitting it. Yet Harry himself seems used to this sense of pride of theirs.
Now we are in the bedroom and Harry actually asked me to join him in his bed. I had been a little hesitant, but Harry told me: "I want us to enjoy our little one a little before bed." And to this I had instantly and happily joined him in the bed. Now the boy is lying on his bed and I am lying to my side facing him and both of us have one hand softly rubbing and drawing circles over his still flat belly. And I feel quite confident that we are thinking the same thing.
"I can't wait till we get to actually feel him or her – or even them." Harry whispers and I smile at him as I absolutely agree on this. He turns to me and asks: "Do you think your friends are okay with just sleeping in those sleeping bags?" I nod and say: "Don't worry about them. Sora packed a couple of tents in his bag and they have the Gummiphone. If they want to sleep at home, they only need to give Even a call and they'll be able to."

Harry nods at this, yet then turns depressed as he turns back to his belly and mutters: "I just – I want to give my baby everything I was never given the chance to have, but – will I even be able to? And –?" He turns to me and goes on: "How can you stand me when I keep calling this my baby instead of ours? Your soul helped create him, her or them and I –." Yet I interrupt my poor love and say:
"Only met the father of your baby or babies a few hours ago. You know nothing about me and you are the mother. It's only natural that you are protective and that makes you claim our little creation for yourself. Plus, you said it yourself, you've had so much taken from you over the years. Anyone with your life would be naturally possessive on something like this." Yet Harry seems to want to disagree and wants to open his mouth to argue with me.
I gently lie a finger on his lips and whisper: "I don't want a soul mate that doesn't have flaws like being possessive or having a dark and painful past. Be possessive, it just makes me all the more sure that, even if someone tries to force me away from you, our little precious will be in good hands. Don't try to be perfect for me, love, I don't want that." Harry smiles at me and sighs against my finger, the sensation making me feel a little hard and bothered.

Instantly I decide to just change the subject and I also softly draw my finger away, not wanting to rush it in case he figures out what he just did to me. I move over and softly kiss him on the temple, yet Harry instantly asks: "What –?" And I whisper at him: "Our first deserves to be special. Sleep well, love." And Harry beams at me as I move over to my own bed.
I turn my head and notice Harry turning around to give me privacy. This makes me smile at him and I pull off most of my cloths, yet afterwards put the dark brown checkered shirt with buttons back on, the shirt itself long enough it reaches down to the top of my upper legs. And while I want to take another peek to see if my mate might be checking me out, do I just decide to call it a night. I happily lie myself down under the incredibly comfortable covers and slowly fall asleep.

A little while later
Unknown POV

"This is most incredible. The bond they share is filled with so much light it weakened the dark magic in young Harry's scar. Then again, Destiny's Magic has always been stronger than Death's. Hmm, I wonder if them making their bond even stronger could help the boy heal off that abomination. It would certainly help with the goal he set us." I think to myself as I observe the two sleeping presences in the room. Yet then suddenly something goes wrong.
It starts with just a twitch, but Harry starts to pant and gasp and whimper, twisting and turning and getting himself stuck in his blankets. I want to turn to Lea and use a bit of magic to wake him up, but the man seems to be an extremely light sleeper as he is already awake. He gets up and upon spotting Harry twisting around again, he instantly jumps out of his own bed and rushes over. And while the boy is obviously troubled by trauma, do I feel amazed at what I see.
Lea climbs onto the bed with his mate, but stays above the covers and pulls Harry in such a way that he is lying on his back, just like he was when they were talking. He starts to rub new soothing circles over the boy's stomach and uses his other hand to softly caress through Harry's hair. And while I had expected him to try and wake Harry up, does it seem as if his actions are enough to pull Harry out of his nightmares and back to peaceful dreams.

Yet while Lea sighs in relief and gives Harry another soft kiss to the temple, whispering: "I'm here, love, and I'll help you through this. Keep it memorized." Before going back to his own bed, had I noticed something astounding. Lea's very presence, while Harry was this troubled, actually caused them to be encased in light. And it had weakened the scar yet again.
"It's crazy and even slightly immoral, but – those nightmares might be the key. Lea helping young Harry get closure with the troubles of his past will destroy the darkness in his scar. But wait, even with Destiny's magic being stronger than Death's, that shouldn't be possible, not with magic this dark." I frown at this, but then it hits me:
"That – that means – that scar's not one of them. Riddle didn't accidentally split his soul that night, he lost some of his magic. That would sure explain that boy being a Parsletongue." And while I wonder if others had come to my, obviously faulty, former belief, do I just leave the room through the shadows, going back to my office at home. The others are already waiting here and I say: "It's only six of them; the boy's not one." And while their faces are hidden, do I know this relieves them all.


Uhm, relieves who?
My other OC, of course. I did mention both of them at the start of this chapter, after all. Yeah, that was Poppy's sister, observing Harry because she was in the belief that Harry's scar was a Horcrux. But while the whole "soul bond with Lea and Harry heals the scar" thing is something I drew from To Read and To View, did I decide to add a bit of a twist to it. And to be honest, I don't feel like making Harry feel horrible over the belief that he is one.
Now I am going to be honest, I am going to have next chapter be in Damian's POV, but as you probably already guessed it won't cover the 30th of September. I'm going to make a timejump and go for Halloween 1995. And I know that in OotP nothing happened on Halloween, but I am just going to wing it and think of something. And that something is going to concern Harry, Lea, their baby – and Lea's friends going nuts.
Uh oh, trouble,

Venquine1990