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Reaching the manor Harry slumps down on Tom’s arms. Tom hugs him close, he had a feeling his little lover was having a hard time during the whole ordeal but was hiding it expertly. Gently he picks him up frowning at the younger’s light weight, Harry wraps his legs around Tom’s torso and snuggle into his neck. He inhales deeply and lets his tears fall, not in hurt over seeing his dead so called friends just anger and overwhelming emotions running havoc in his mind. They reach their room and Tom gently lays Harry on the large mahogany bed, when Tom moves to untangle himself from him, he whimpers and his hold around Tom’s neck tightly.
“I won’t leave you, my love.”
Harry shakes his head in disbelief and clings on. Smiling fondly and picks him up again, he sits down first and gently holds harry closer so that he is on his lap. Harry sighs satisfied to have Tom under him and nuzzles closer.
“They are dead.” He whispers, happiness and disbelief in his voice.
Tom nods. “Yes my love. Those vile murderers are dead.” He states pressing a kiss on the crown of his head.
Harry smiles. “Fuck me.” He whispers, his hands tangling with Tom’s hair and pulling it softly.
“My love I-“Tom hesitates, Harry wasn’t emotionally stable, with the loss of their child and the abuse he had to face, he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.
“Please? I have to- have to feel you.” Harry whispers, his voice is broken and wrecked. “P-please, Tom. I need to- I- I do.”
Tom gently pries himself away from Harry and curses in parselmouth at the sight of crying Harry, his beautiful eyes doused in pain and tears. Tom gently take Harry’s face by his palm and smiles when Harry unconsciously nuzzles his palm. He presses soft kisses on both of his eye, tasting his salty tears.
“I love you so much Hadrian.”
Harry gives him a wet smile, he presses a kiss on Tom’s palm. “I love you too.” He chokes out.
Tom kisses his lover’s button nose. Harry huffs out a laugh, tears were still making its way out of his eyes but he felt so calm with Tom in front of him cradling him like he is flower.
“I swear Hadrian, this is the last time you will be crying. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I won’t leave you unprotected, I should-“
“No.” Harry presses firmly. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened. It was an unexpected event and neither of us could have done anything to prevent It.” he says with a glare.
Tom shakes his head. “I still should have protected you, Hadrian, should have protected our child.”
“And you did, you have, you always will my dear.” Harry whispers fondly.
They made sweet love that night, Tom kissing every part of Harry that he can reach with his hips attached to Harry. Unlike how they made love, rough, fast and hard, that night it was slow and Tom was practically worshiping Harry’s body. All while Harry exhaled loudly and moaned breathily, his back arching with every thrust of Tom’s hips and his body shuddering with every praise that leaves Tom’s lips. They proclaim their love for each other as they came, moaning each other’s name like a mantra.
Harry was on edge of the bed his robes covering his naked body, his eyes shifts to his sleeping lover, Lord Voldemort, Emperor of the Magical Britain. He didn’t look like he had aged a day even after ten years, Harry wonders. Tom stirs in his sleep and opens his eyes with a sleepy inhale.
“My love.” Tom rumbles.
Harry smiles down at his lover and leans down to kiss his forehead before standing up, “Morning my dear husband.”
“Morning my lovely consort.” Tom whispers back. He grabs Harry’s wrist before he can walk away and pulls him down on his chest. Harry’s yelp makes him chuckle and he kisses him softly. He roams his hands around his lithe body and grips Harry’s arse crudely.
“Down boy.” Harry hisses pulling himself up and pressing peck on the emperor’s lips. “We have to meet up with the Russian Minister, can’t have the Empress limp.”
Tom groans and falls back on the pillow. “Why do we even have an appointment when it’s our 10th anniversary?”
Harry shakes his head and calls an elf ordering him to bring them breakfast. “It is just an hour long visit.”
A pop interrupts them.
"My lords, Lord Malfoy bes here."
"Tell him we will be down soon, thank you." Harry says.
“Why's the Malfoy brat here?" Tom grumbles.
Harry chuckles. “Stop calling him that, he is the lord of the Malfoy house, you know that.”
“Still a brat.” he says rolling his eyes.
Harry frowns and heads to the closet to get dressed. “Wake up, let’s go together.”
Harry is once again manhandled against Tom’s chest with his arms around his torso. “Happy 10th anniversary, darling.”
Harry turns his body and presses a kiss on Tom’s jaw and then his lips. “Happy 10th anniversary, dear.”
At the sight of his lord and Harry, frantic Draco kneels down hurriedly and bows his head.
"My lords!" He greets them.
"Rise, Draco." Voldemort orders in his dark lord voice making Harry roll his eyes and slap his arms.
Harry walks to Draco and hugs him tightly. "What is it Draco? You look tensed."
"I-um, i need both of you to sit down for this, please." Draco says.
The blonde still remembers the face Harry had when his mother told him he couldn't have a child of his own like yesterday. It had changed something in him, the need to protect Harry with his life had grew more. Harry had always been like a little brother for him and all Draco had wanted was happiness in the younger’s life. From that day on Harry slowly returned to his old self but he had seen the way Harry’s face crumpled at the sight of his follower's children. Harry had sat through Draco's ex wife's pregnancy and the birth of their child. He had a sad teary smile on his face looking at his darling godson in a way that just wanted to make Draco's inside turn. How he wished he could help Harry. He let Harry spoil his darling heir Scorpio. Since then he had researched secretly because Harry would never let him do it, he tried to do everything he could and his hard work's result here.
"Draco...?" Harry speaks, worried at the distant eyes in his best friends eyes.
Draco snaps from his musing and kneels in front of Harry. "Harry. I need you to listen to me, ok?"
Harry gently takes his hand and nods.
"After that day-" he squeezes his eyes at Harry’s flinch and the dark lord's growl, it was an unsaid rule to just bury that day and never mention it but he had to say it. "After that day-" he steels himself. "I saw how you were for few months, we all did. Of course the dark lord was always there for you and you healed, mentally and physically. You had your revenge and you got married to the love of your life. I know how happy you are, but I-i have always noticed the way you look so broken whenever you hold the death eater's children, whether it be in excuse to bless them or for no reason whatsoever, when you hold that small life in your arms you look as if you have returned to the same Harry you were before you healed."
"Draco." Voldemort growls, the Malfoy Lord was walking on thin ice. He had noticed it too, it hurt gis heart he couldn't di anything to help his husband but he tried to help him without mentioning anything sensitive. Harry darts his hand and squeezes Tom's arms softly. "Let him speak him mind, my love."
Draco sighs. "Thank you." He says. His forehead on Harry's knees. He looks up to emerald eyes and sighs. "And when my little brat Scorpio came-"
Harry huffs a wet laugh.
Draco nods. "Yeah. You just spoiled him so much. You loved him more than his bitch of a mother ever could, more than I ever could. All the time you were with him, i kept thinking how hurt you must have been. How you must have kept wishing, wishing you had a child of your own, of your own flesh and blood. How-" Draco stops himself and he inhales deeply, not wanting to cry infront of the dark lord. "You are my best friend, Harry. A younger brother i never thought i would have, yeah?" He says smiling.
Harry nods. "Yeah."
"And all i want is to keep you happy. So i-i searched for a way."
"A...way?" Harry asks.
"A way to heal you."
"No. Draco why are you-"
"Hear me out. Please." Draco says hurriedly. "I searched everywhere i could, don't worry i didn't neglect Scorpio, i went out only in night after he slept. The elves have been a great help. And I found something."
"Thats impossible." Voldemort interrupts. "I have read through every single books on medicine and pregnancy in Britain or outside Britain!"
"My lord, please let me finish." Draco says, his hands shaking in fear of getting Crucioed for cutting him off. But Harry nods telling him to continue. He sees unhidden hope in those emerald eyes and it makes him smile. "Yes there is nothing anywhere, i had given up. I had. But then few weeks back, I finally went to Malfoy Manor in Ghent and i found a hidden library. Back in the 50s although male pregnancy was rare due to homophobia in Malfoy line, few cases had arised, one being the owner of the hidden library. His lover sadly just-just like Harry, his lover's child was also taken forcefully making it impossible for him to bear another child but he found a way. Its a ancient runes magic, he said it might work or might not because it worked for his lover but sadly not to few others he had tried to help. But Harry, but there is hope, odds might be less but its a silver you need." Draco says, squeezing his hand.
Harry was openly crying by now, tears were flowing like river. Tom too had let his cold mask go despite being in front his follower. He wraps his arms around Harry’s shoulders.
"Do you have the spells?"
Draco nods and stands up, summoning the journal by his wand he hands it to the dark lord.
"I-i can't. If this-if this fai-fails??! What am i-oh!" Harry sobs, his face pressed on his palm.
Draco takes his hand again, making him look at him. "But what if it doesn't?"
It breaks Harry and he weeps into Voldemort's chest. Voldemort leans down and wipes his lover's tears. "My love. Everything is upto you, whatever you wish. I will do it." He says.
Harry sighs. "I don't know. I can't afford to hope."
Draco sighs. "Please consider it."
"Draco." Harry chokes in air. "I don't -i don't know how to thank you. For this, for letting me take care of Scorpio, for everything you've done for me."
Draco shakes his head, tears finally slipping from the corner of his head. "No need, Harry. You deserve happiness." He says smiling. "I-i should go. I hope you consider it Harry."
The mahogany door to Voldemort's office opens and Harry slumps into his hold and giggles at Tom’s groan.
"Mother?" Small 4 year old toddler with beautiful curly brown hair like his father and bright emerald eyes like his mother waddles in, voice small and lost.
Harry slips off Tom's lap and ties his robes together. "Oh darling. You couldn't fall asleep?" Harry coos, picking his little angel up.
He sniffles and shakes his head. "No." He whispers, his thumb in his mouth.
Tom hisses in displeasure. "What did father tell you, Draconus?"
Draconus pouts and looks up at his father with bright teary emerald eyes which makes his stern face dissipate completely. "Not to suck on my fingers." He huffs cutely, taking his fingers out of his lips.
Tom smiles and leans down pressing a kiss on his child's crown of hair. "That's my boy." He says proudly.
It makes Draconus beam with happiness.
"Come on, lets get you to sleep. You will be cranky in the morning." Harry chastises.
He gently lays Draconus in his lap and rocks him gently. The younger gasps. "Mother! I am no longer a child!"
Harry rolls his eyes at the stubborn child. "Hush now. You are still my baby, no matter how much you grow up." He says. Holding him close he smiles when Draconus closes his eyes despite the initial protest. He rocks his child and sings soft lullaby for him.
Tom sits on the sofa besides Harry and looks at the picture both of them made. He teared up everytime because of happiness. He had thought this would never happen for them but after Draco's help it did. The happiness that was snatched from Harry had been given back. Harry had accepted a week after and Tom had dropped everything to start off with the ritual. The world rejoiced at the news of Harry's pregnancy while Harry and him wept on the floor, unbelieving of the fact that they were finally going to have a family they always wished for. He had seen throughout the pregnancy how Harry would wake up in the middle of the night, clutching his abdomen possessively, how many nights were spent by Tom whispering about how much he loved him and their baby and no one was going to steal it from him.
The day their angel had been born, they had yet to name him and one look at their baby boy, Harry had cradled him gently and whispered Draconus. It made both Draco and Tom cry.
Harry sits beside him, Draconus still in his arm already fast asleep. He lays his head on Tom's arm, snuggling close.
"Not a child he says." Harry huffs.
Tom chuckles, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "You have spoiled him far too much."
Harry raises his eyebrows. "Me?? Oh are you hearing yourself darling?"
Tom laughs and shakes his head. "Come on. Lets get him to bed and after that you bring your ar-"
Harry slips a palm on top of Tom’s lips muffling other words. "Hush, not in front of our baby."
"He is asleep." Tom whines.
Harry smirks as he catches his angel's eyes snapping close while sneaking a peek. "Really now? Lets see-" He whispers, voice amused. He wriggles his fingers on top of the child's stomach making a soft giggle leave his mouth. Tom huffs a laughter.
'Naughty boy.' Tom hisses amused.
In midst of laughing, Draconus finally opens his eyes. 'Sorry.' He hisses back, giggling.
Tom raises his eyebrows and looks at Harry who looks equally shocked. He laughs ecstatically. "Oh! My darling boy!" He says, picking Draconus up and spinning him around in happiness. "You speak parseltongue!!"
Draconus giggles.
"Father shall buy you whatever you need my dear boy." He says happily, blowing raspberries on the boy's cheeks making him laugh.
As their child lists of toys he wants Harry huffs amused. He would give his little Draconus the warmth and happiness of parent and family that neither of him or Tom got to have.