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Title: Never Easy Part XIII
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

“DRACO! NO! DRACO!” Harry was screaming. He knew he was screaming. He knew tears were streaming out of his eyes. He knew that snot was dripping out of his nose. He didn’t care. Draco was gone. Draco couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be dead. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.

“Potter, please, try to control yourself,” Lucius said. He laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Harry growled, shrugging Lucius’s hand off his shoulder. Mumble was crying beside him.

“Poor Master Draco,” Mumble cried. “Poor, poor, Master Draco.”

Harry held Draco close to him, burying his face in Draco’s hair. It smelled like the shampoo that he used. His body was still so warm. Harry hadn’t realized before how much he needed Draco in his life. The things that Draco said would get him through the day. He loved the things that he did. He loved everything about him.

“I’m sorry,” Lucius said.

“I’ve lost my family,” Harry mumbled.

“We are the same, then,” Lucius said. “I’ve lost my wife and child, too.”

Harry wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve, but that didn’t stop more tears form coming.

“Draco just wanted to be happy,” Harry cried.

“And you made him happy,” Lucius pointed out. “Draco said that himself.”

“But he…he…and our baby…” Harry stumbled.

“Potter, I…” Lucius started.

“Save your breath!” Harry cut in nastily. “Nothing you can say will make this better!” Harry felt like his heart had been ripped into a thousand pieces. He felt so cold.

“I know I wasn’t a very good father to him,” Lucius admitted. “But he was my son and I…” Harry looked up at Lucius and nodded. He didn’t need to say anything else. He understood.

Lucius nodded back and took out a long piece of cloth that he apparently had been keeping in his pocket. He muttered a few things that Harry didn’t catch and attached the cloth to each of the Death Eaters. He picked up Bellatrix’s wand and snapped it in half. A second later all of the Death Eaters had vanished. Lucius sighed and turned back to Harry, who was watching him suspiciously.

“Where did you send them?” Harry asked.

“Azkaban,” Lucius answered. “You can check yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t really care, actually,” Harry said.

Lucius opened his mouth like he was about to say something else, but then he closed it again and shook his head. He walked over to the wall, sliding down it like he had before. He put his head between his knees, hiding his face.

Harry turned back to Draco. He was wearing such a peaceful expression on his face. He looked like he was only sleeping. Leaning forward, Harry brushed his lips against Draco’s ear.

“Draco,” he called softly. “Draco, come back. I need you. I love you.” He kissed Draco on his head and buried his face again. He heard someone in front of him clear his throat. Harry looked up and was shocked for a moment when he saw that the child Draco was standing right in front of him.

Harry then sighed and turned to Mumble. “Mumble,” Harry said, “I appreciate the gesture, but this isn’t helping. Would you please stop?”

“Mumble isn’t doing a thing, sir,” Mumble squeaked, his eyes as round as dinner plates. “Mumble only did this once, sir, in the garden.”

“But then…” Harry started turning back to the child. The child smiled at him. “All…all those other times…?”

“Where’s the door?” the child asked politely.

Harry’s mouth was hanging open and he knew it. He turned around to see Lucius openly gawking at the small boy. Lucius obviously had nothing to do with it. Harry laid Draco down and went over to the child, kneeling in front of him.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Harry; you know me. You promised that we would always be together.”

“Mumble,” Harry said, turning to the house-elf. “I thought you said you controlled the child Draco in the garden.”

“Mumble only made him appear, sir,” Mumble said honestly. “Mumble had nothing to do with what he said.”

“Where’s the door?” the child Draco repeated. His voice was a little more insistent this time. A little less polite.

“I don’t know what you’re looking for,” Harry said. “I don’t know what I can do to help you.”

The boy wasn’t listening to Harry, though he was looking around the room in amazement.

“The door is in here, somewhere,” the child Draco informed him. “I can feel it.” He looked around a moment more before exclaiming, “Oh, there it is!” The child pointed at Draco’s body in the middle of the room and ran over, crouching beside it. The child Draco put an ear to Draco’s chest.

“Please don’t touch him,” Harry said, going over and kneeling on the other side of Draco’s body, facing the child. “This isn’t a door. This is a person.”

“No, no,” the child said. “This is definitely the door. Now I just have to figure out how to get inside.”

Harry looked wildly around at Lucius, who had stood up and was making his way over to them.

“What is going on?” Harry asked him.

“I’m not certain,” Lucius said slowly. “But I have an idea. It’s a little complicated so bear with me.” Lucius rubbed his forehead in thought. “One time, when Draco was young, he got very sick…”

“I know,” Harry interrupted impatiently. “Draco told me.”

“Indeed,” Lucius said. “Then you know that it was really Draco’s mother who saved him. She later told me that she had done something. Something that would protect Draco later on. I didn’t really pay her any mind. Now I wish I had. I believe this is what she was speaking of. I believe that Draco might not really be dead.”

“Of course not,” the child piped up. “He’s not dead because I’m still here. I just have to find my way through the door and…” The child stopped. “I’ve been looking for the door for so long,” he said quietly. “To think, it was really me all along.” The child smiled again. “Well, everything will be right soon enough.” He put his small hand over Draco’s heart and then the other hand on his own heart. “That’s the way through.” The child looked down at his hand on Draco’s chest, frowning a little, saying, “There’s something else in there. Something else that will wake up, too. It needs to be removed as I transition in or it will never work.”

“He means the baby,” Harry told Lucius.

“Leave that to me,” Lucius said, drawing out his wand.

Harry nodded and turned his eyes back to the child. He looked up at Harry. “I’ll see you again, won’t I?” the child asked.

“Every single day,” Harry promised.

The child smiled and closed his eyes. Light began to surround the child and Draco. Lucius had his wand out and was muttering something under his breath, but Harry was too preoccupied with Draco and the child. Harry gasped a little when both the child and Draco began to lift off of the floor and levitated over his and Lucius’s heads.

There was a blinding flash of light and the sound of a baby crying. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Lucius wrapping something up in his robes, but there was no time for Harry to go over to him because Draco, the older one, was floating slowly down. Harry opened his arms and caught Draco smoothly, laying him down on the floor with his head in Harry’s lap.

Slowly, Draco’s eyes fluttered open. He saw Harry immediately and smiled.

“Harry,” Draco breathed.

“Draco, oh Draco,” Harry cried, his eyes filling with tears. He kissed him soundly on the mouth. He could feel Draco’s heart beating fast. Draco was really alive.

Draco smiled again, before his eyes grew big as he realized that something was missing.

“My baby!” Draco said in a panic. “Where is my baby?”

“She’s here, Draco,” Lucius answered.

“Father?”

Lucius walked over to them, kneeling beside Draco and handing the bundled-up baby to him. Draco took her and cradled her in his arms like she was the most delicate thing in the world. The baby had thick black hair and soft blue-gray eyes. Harry didn’t think he had ever seen anything so beautiful in all of his life.

“Hero,” Draco breathed. “Hero.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the head. “She’s perfect.”

“She’s ours,” Harry told him, holding them both in his arms.

Behind them, Lucius cleared his throat. Draco looked up at him, Hero snuggled in his arms. Lucius took them in for a moment before saying, “I really must take my leave of you. I know you have long desired my absence.”

“Father…” Draco started.

Lucius held up his hand to silence him. “Draco, I know I’ve never been a model father,” Lucius said to him honestly. “I treated you very poorly as a child growing up.” Draco said nothing to this. It was the truth, after all. Lucius sighed and continued, “I have never once done right by you. But you are still my son.” Lucius took a deep breath. “The only thing I can do for you now is to walk out of your life forever.” Draco opened his mouth to say something but again Lucius raised his hand to silence him. “It is for the best. It is truly the only good thing I can do. Most likely the only good thing I will ever do.”

Draco closed his mouth and nodded.

Lucius turned his back to Draco and Harry. “I suppose there is one other good thing I have done,” Lucius admitted. “Your mother and I brought you into the world, though I also have little claim to this. You have become a fine man, Draco and I had nothing to do with it.” Lucius began walking to the door. Opening it, he paused for a moment and inclined his head back. “Thank you, Harry Potter,” Lucius said quietly. “Please continue looking after my son.” With that, Lucius Malfoy walked out the door, walking out of their lives forever.

“Goodbye, Father,” Draco whispered. “Thank you.”

Harry held Draco and Hero as tightly as he could. He knew that they had seen the last of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius had for the first time done something right for Draco, but really he had done much more than just help Draco. He had given Harry his family back. Harry knew without his help it would have been impossible. Without his help the Death Eaters wouldn’t be in Azkaban. Harry and Draco owed Lucius more than he would ever know.

“Let’s go, Draco,” Harry said, helping Draco up and wrapping his arm around his waist. Draco nodded, leaning his head against Harry’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Draco said, smirking. “I think we need to inform the hospital that their services are no longer necessary.”

Harry laughed and kissed Draco, and then his daughter on the head.

No, it was never going to be easy. But, Harry thought to himself as they left the room, if he could have moments like this, well, it was worth it.

~~The End~~

Description
Title: Never Easy Part XIII
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

“DRACO! NO! DRACO!” Harry was screaming. He knew he was screaming. He knew tears were streaming out of his eyes. He knew that snot was dripping out of his nose. He didn’t care. Draco was gone. Draco couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be dead. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.

“Potter, please, try to control yourself,” Lucius said. He laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Harry growled, shrugging Lucius’s hand off his shoulder. Mumble was crying beside him.

“Poor Master Draco,” Mumble cried. “Poor, poor, Master Draco.”

Harry held Draco close to him, burying his face in Draco’s hair. It smelled like the shampoo that he used. His body was still so warm. Harry hadn’t realized before how much he needed Draco in his life. The things that Draco said would get him through the day. He loved the things that he did. He loved everything about him.

“I’m sorry,” Lucius said.

“I’ve lost my family,” Harry mumbled.

“We are the same, then,” Lucius said. “I’ve lost my wife and child, too.”

Harry wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve, but that didn’t stop more tears form coming.

“Draco just wanted to be happy,” Harry cried.

“And you made him happy,” Lucius pointed out. “Draco said that himself.”

“But he…he…and our baby…” Harry stumbled.

“Potter, I…” Lucius started.

“Save your breath!” Harry cut in nastily. “Nothing you can say will make this better!” Harry felt like his heart had been ripped into a thousand pieces. He felt so cold.

“I know I wasn’t a very good father to him,” Lucius admitted. “But he was my son and I…” Harry looked up at Lucius and nodded. He didn’t need to say anything else. He understood.

Lucius nodded back and took out a long piece of cloth that he apparently had been keeping in his pocket. He muttered a few things that Harry didn’t catch and attached the cloth to each of the Death Eaters. He picked up Bellatrix’s wand and snapped it in half. A second later all of the Death Eaters had vanished. Lucius sighed and turned back to Harry, who was watching him suspiciously.

“Where did you send them?” Harry asked.

“Azkaban,” Lucius answered. “You can check yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t really care, actually,” Harry said.

Lucius opened his mouth like he was about to say something else, but then he closed it again and shook his head. He walked over to the wall, sliding down it like he had before. He put his head between his knees, hiding his face.

Harry turned back to Draco. He was wearing such a peaceful expression on his face. He looked like he was only sleeping. Leaning forward, Harry brushed his lips against Draco’s ear.

“Draco,” he called softly. “Draco, come back. I need you. I love you.” He kissed Draco on his head and buried his face again. He heard someone in front of him clear his throat. Harry looked up and was shocked for a moment when he saw that the child Draco was standing right in front of him.

Harry then sighed and turned to Mumble. “Mumble,” Harry said, “I appreciate the gesture, but this isn’t helping. Would you please stop?”

“Mumble isn’t doing a thing, sir,” Mumble squeaked, his eyes as round as dinner plates. “Mumble only did this once, sir, in the garden.”

“But then…” Harry started turning back to the child. The child smiled at him. “All…all those other times…?”

“Where’s the door?” the child asked politely.

Harry’s mouth was hanging open and he knew it. He turned around to see Lucius openly gawking at the small boy. Lucius obviously had nothing to do with it. Harry laid Draco down and went over to the child, kneeling in front of him.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Harry; you know me. You promised that we would always be together.”

“Mumble,” Harry said, turning to the house-elf. “I thought you said you controlled the child Draco in the garden.”

“Mumble only made him appear, sir,” Mumble said honestly. “Mumble had nothing to do with what he said.”

“Where’s the door?” the child Draco repeated. His voice was a little more insistent this time. A little less polite.

“I don’t know what you’re looking for,” Harry said. “I don’t know what I can do to help you.”

The boy wasn’t listening to Harry, though he was looking around the room in amazement.

“The door is in here, somewhere,” the child Draco informed him. “I can feel it.” He looked around a moment more before exclaiming, “Oh, there it is!” The child pointed at Draco’s body in the middle of the room and ran over, crouching beside it. The child Draco put an ear to Draco’s chest.

“Please don’t touch him,” Harry said, going over and kneeling on the other side of Draco’s body, facing the child. “This isn’t a door. This is a person.”

“No, no,” the child said. “This is definitely the door. Now I just have to figure out how to get inside.”

Harry looked wildly around at Lucius, who had stood up and was making his way over to them.

“What is going on?” Harry asked him.

“I’m not certain,” Lucius said slowly. “But I have an idea. It’s a little complicated so bear with me.” Lucius rubbed his forehead in thought. “One time, when Draco was young, he got very sick…”

“I know,” Harry interrupted impatiently. “Draco told me.”

“Indeed,” Lucius said. “Then you know that it was really Draco’s mother who saved him. She later told me that she had done something. Something that would protect Draco later on. I didn’t really pay her any mind. Now I wish I had. I believe this is what she was speaking of. I believe that Draco might not really be dead.”

“Of course not,” the child piped up. “He’s not dead because I’m still here. I just have to find my way through the door and…” The child stopped. “I’ve been looking for the door for so long,” he said quietly. “To think, it was really me all along.” The child smiled again. “Well, everything will be right soon enough.” He put his small hand over Draco’s heart and then the other hand on his own heart. “That’s the way through.” The child looked down at his hand on Draco’s chest, frowning a little, saying, “There’s something else in there. Something else that will wake up, too. It needs to be removed as I transition in or it will never work.”

“He means the baby,” Harry told Lucius.

“Leave that to me,” Lucius said, drawing out his wand.

Harry nodded and turned his eyes back to the child. He looked up at Harry. “I’ll see you again, won’t I?” the child asked.

“Every single day,” Harry promised.

The child smiled and closed his eyes. Light began to surround the child and Draco. Lucius had his wand out and was muttering something under his breath, but Harry was too preoccupied with Draco and the child. Harry gasped a little when both the child and Draco began to lift off of the floor and levitated over his and Lucius’s heads.

There was a blinding flash of light and the sound of a baby crying. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Lucius wrapping something up in his robes, but there was no time for Harry to go over to him because Draco, the older one, was floating slowly down. Harry opened his arms and caught Draco smoothly, laying him down on the floor with his head in Harry’s lap.

Slowly, Draco’s eyes fluttered open. He saw Harry immediately and smiled.

“Harry,” Draco breathed.

“Draco, oh Draco,” Harry cried, his eyes filling with tears. He kissed him soundly on the mouth. He could feel Draco’s heart beating fast. Draco was really alive.

Draco smiled again, before his eyes grew big as he realized that something was missing.

“My baby!” Draco said in a panic. “Where is my baby?”

“She’s here, Draco,” Lucius answered.

“Father?”

Lucius walked over to them, kneeling beside Draco and handing the bundled-up baby to him. Draco took her and cradled her in his arms like she was the most delicate thing in the world. The baby had thick black hair and soft blue-gray eyes. Harry didn’t think he had ever seen anything so beautiful in all of his life.

“Hero,” Draco breathed. “Hero.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the head. “She’s perfect.”

“She’s ours,” Harry told him, holding them both in his arms.

Behind them, Lucius cleared his throat. Draco looked up at him, Hero snuggled in his arms. Lucius took them in for a moment before saying, “I really must take my leave of you. I know you have long desired my absence.”

“Father…” Draco started.

Lucius held up his hand to silence him. “Draco, I know I’ve never been a model father,” Lucius said to him honestly. “I treated you very poorly as a child growing up.” Draco said nothing to this. It was the truth, after all. Lucius sighed and continued, “I have never once done right by you. But you are still my son.” Lucius took a deep breath. “The only thing I can do for you now is to walk out of your life forever.” Draco opened his mouth to say something but again Lucius raised his hand to silence him. “It is for the best. It is truly the only good thing I can do. Most likely the only good thing I will ever do.”

Draco closed his mouth and nodded.

Lucius turned his back to Draco and Harry. “I suppose there is one other good thing I have done,” Lucius admitted. “Your mother and I brought you into the world, though I also have little claim to this. You have become a fine man, Draco and I had nothing to do with it.” Lucius began walking to the door. Opening it, he paused for a moment and inclined his head back. “Thank you, Harry Potter,” Lucius said quietly. “Please continue looking after my son.” With that, Lucius Malfoy walked out the door, walking out of their lives forever.

“Goodbye, Father,” Draco whispered. “Thank you.”

Harry held Draco and Hero as tightly as he could. He knew that they had seen the last of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius had for the first time done something right for Draco, but really he had done much more than just help Draco. He had given Harry his family back. Harry knew without his help it would have been impossible. Without his help the Death Eaters wouldn’t be in Azkaban. Harry and Draco owed Lucius more than he would ever know.

“Let’s go, Draco,” Harry said, helping Draco up and wrapping his arm around his waist. Draco nodded, leaning his head against Harry’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Draco said, smirking. “I think we need to inform the hospital that their services are no longer necessary.”

Harry laughed and kissed Draco, and then his daughter on the head.

No, it was never going to be easy. But, Harry thought to himself as they left the room, if he could have moments like this, well, it was worth it.

~~The End~~