25 Days - Day 24
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Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 782
Rating: PG
Prompt:
Warning: alternating POV, no beta
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Notes: Merry Christmas everyone, and yes there will be ONE final chapter tomorrow to bring this story to a close.
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
Harry had known that there was a fencing course in the voluntary curriculum of Hogwarts, but he never had assumed that anybody had taken such a ridiculous class. Seeing Draco now, holding a sword he had to revaluate his opinion, because Draco for certain knew how to handle a sword. Never to mention that he looked good while doing so.
Harry watched Draco closely. They have spoken about this part in great detail: Draco would call upon his ancestors and ask them to judge if the current head of the family was doing his best for the family, or if there should be a change. And that also meant they would also judge Draco and measure him against his father.
It was a risk, because Lucius believed he was doing the best for his family, and if the spell agreed with him, all of Draco’s wishes would be lost.
However Harry had lived in the Nott family home for a while now, and he had visited Malfoy Manor quite often as well, and during all those visits he had noticed, that the pure-blood supremacy was a thing of recent history. The Malfoy library was the best proof of that, ancient muggle texts mingled there right next to old wizarding texts. So he had no doubt that what Draco was doing was right.
He watched Draco as he swung his sword and named those ancestors who he felt the strongest connection to, and drew a line in the ground with the end of the sword.
It was the moment that Draco began chanting that Harry tried to offer his magic to the spell, tried to push it out to assist Draco with his goal. And somehow, maybe due to the ritual before the magic was already so eager to assist, and it leave. Harry didn’t even have the chance to appriciate the ease that came with the leaving of the wild magic in him, because he was to focused on what was happening around him and Draco.
The spell gathered and then like before, though this time it vanished with a loud crack that echoed over the estate.
With a heavy breath Draco dropped on his knees, holding himself up on the sword, never caring that his knees were getting soaked by the snow.
“I guess this means more waiting?” Harry dared to ask, a grin on his lips.
There was a soft bang in the air, and then above Draco’s head appeared a small bundle.
“Scorpius.” Harry heard Draco whisper his son’s name for the very first time.
Draco took his son so carefully in his arms, that Harry had to hide a smile.
“You wanted him, you wished and the magic agreed that you should have him,” Theo said softly, putting his hand on Draco’s shoulder.
“Maybe we should go inside before it gets too cold for the little man,” Harry suggested.
He himself felt a little high-headed and sitting down would be most welcome.
They relocated to a cosy salon where Draco and Harry sat down on the sofa and Theo took the wing-back chair.
“He is sleeping,” Draco spoke, voice thick with wonder.
“He knows that he is save with you,” Harry whispered, daring to put his hand on Draco’s knee.
“He doesn’t know me at all,” Draco protested, but cradling his son closer.
“Draco, you called him to yourself because he is your blood. He knows you, because the blood in him knows you, and in some way he must have known that Lucius is not his father, otherwise the magic couldn’t have done what it did,” Theo disagreed.
“I- I used to hold him, back in the beginning,” Draco whispered. “Not that I am able to remember it all that clearly.”
Harry couldn’t help his smile. Though Draco certainly was afraid of making a mistake, he also seemed happy, with a certain satisfaction.
Suddenly without any warning the houseleves appeared in the room, bowing down before Draco, who at the same time made a surprised noise.
Harry looked to Theo trying to figure out what was going on, but Theo just shook his head. Apparently it was all as it should be.
Harry watched the room as it somehow shifted to be brighter and, and the wards appeared to be stronger. Obviously Draco was the new Lord Malfoy and that meant that things would change round here.
“Master Malfoy, dinner is being served, Master, in the dining room,” one of the elves said.
“Thank you, Silla. Please also prepare a nursery in my rooms, and some food for… my son,” Draco replied.
Watching Draco, Harry decided he already liked the new way the Malfoy family was taking.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 782
Rating: PG
Prompt:
Warning: alternating POV, no beta
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Notes: Merry Christmas everyone, and yes there will be ONE final chapter tomorrow to bring this story to a close.
THANK YOU for all the comments! they keep me going!
start with part one, chapter one here: @dw | @lj
Harry had known that there was a fencing course in the voluntary curriculum of Hogwarts, but he never had assumed that anybody had taken such a ridiculous class. Seeing Draco now, holding a sword he had to revaluate his opinion, because Draco for certain knew how to handle a sword. Never to mention that he looked good while doing so.
Harry watched Draco closely. They have spoken about this part in great detail: Draco would call upon his ancestors and ask them to judge if the current head of the family was doing his best for the family, or if there should be a change. And that also meant they would also judge Draco and measure him against his father.
It was a risk, because Lucius believed he was doing the best for his family, and if the spell agreed with him, all of Draco’s wishes would be lost.
However Harry had lived in the Nott family home for a while now, and he had visited Malfoy Manor quite often as well, and during all those visits he had noticed, that the pure-blood supremacy was a thing of recent history. The Malfoy library was the best proof of that, ancient muggle texts mingled there right next to old wizarding texts. So he had no doubt that what Draco was doing was right.
He watched Draco as he swung his sword and named those ancestors who he felt the strongest connection to, and drew a line in the ground with the end of the sword.
It was the moment that Draco began chanting that Harry tried to offer his magic to the spell, tried to push it out to assist Draco with his goal. And somehow, maybe due to the ritual before the magic was already so eager to assist, and it leave. Harry didn’t even have the chance to appriciate the ease that came with the leaving of the wild magic in him, because he was to focused on what was happening around him and Draco.
The spell gathered and then like before, though this time it vanished with a loud crack that echoed over the estate.
With a heavy breath Draco dropped on his knees, holding himself up on the sword, never caring that his knees were getting soaked by the snow.
“I guess this means more waiting?” Harry dared to ask, a grin on his lips.
There was a soft bang in the air, and then above Draco’s head appeared a small bundle.
“Scorpius.” Harry heard Draco whisper his son’s name for the very first time.
Draco took his son so carefully in his arms, that Harry had to hide a smile.
“You wanted him, you wished and the magic agreed that you should have him,” Theo said softly, putting his hand on Draco’s shoulder.
“Maybe we should go inside before it gets too cold for the little man,” Harry suggested.
He himself felt a little high-headed and sitting down would be most welcome.
They relocated to a cosy salon where Draco and Harry sat down on the sofa and Theo took the wing-back chair.
“He is sleeping,” Draco spoke, voice thick with wonder.
“He knows that he is save with you,” Harry whispered, daring to put his hand on Draco’s knee.
“He doesn’t know me at all,” Draco protested, but cradling his son closer.
“Draco, you called him to yourself because he is your blood. He knows you, because the blood in him knows you, and in some way he must have known that Lucius is not his father, otherwise the magic couldn’t have done what it did,” Theo disagreed.
“I- I used to hold him, back in the beginning,” Draco whispered. “Not that I am able to remember it all that clearly.”
Harry couldn’t help his smile. Though Draco certainly was afraid of making a mistake, he also seemed happy, with a certain satisfaction.
Suddenly without any warning the houseleves appeared in the room, bowing down before Draco, who at the same time made a surprised noise.
Harry looked to Theo trying to figure out what was going on, but Theo just shook his head. Apparently it was all as it should be.
Harry watched the room as it somehow shifted to be brighter and, and the wards appeared to be stronger. Obviously Draco was the new Lord Malfoy and that meant that things would change round here.
“Master Malfoy, dinner is being served, Master, in the dining room,” one of the elves said.
“Thank you, Silla. Please also prepare a nursery in my rooms, and some food for… my son,” Draco replied.
Watching Draco, Harry decided he already liked the new way the Malfoy family was taking.
