Title: His Daughter’s Father Part 11
Author: Constant Vigilance
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God. I own nothing.
Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby’s
Spoilers: Up to GoF. Book 5 never happened. *Growls at Rowling*
Summary: Healing and
Cassy, in honor of her new S/X/B fic that some ‘traditional slash-preferring’
*cough* idiots *cough* people refuse to allow on their groups. Their loss, luv.
You kick ass.
The door slammed shut behind
Lucius Malfoy, signifying his escape back to Voldemort…and Harry couldn’t have
cared less. The only thing he could latch his brain onto was Draco, lying in a
growing pool of blood. He staggered to Draco’s side, blindly shoving
interspersing bodies out of the way, and dropped to his knees. He reached down,
his fingers hovering over the torn flesh, and he cried.
Dimly, he understood that someone
had run for Madam Pomfrey. He realized that Narcissa was vainly trying to cast
something he’d never heard of before. She was failing miserably for the sobs
that broke her words apart. He knew when Millie skidded to a halt at his side
and shoved him over. He also knew when she recognized that the wound was too
severe for her beginner mediwitch skills.
“Draco,” he whispered. “Please,
hold on. Madam Pomfrey will be here in a minute. You just have to hold on.” He
plucked Draco’s hand up from the floor and began trying to rub some warmth back
into it. “I need you to live, Draco,” he continued, wondering how that
desperate note got into his voice. “You have to live. For me, for the baby. You have to hold on just a few more
minutes. Please…” Did he really sound like that? Was that high reedy voice
He couldn’t tell and, to be
honest, he didn’t care. About anything. And quite possibly never would again.
Ginny stared down at the spectacle in front of her with as much horror and pity
as the other students. Until Harry mentioned the baby. Then, she ceased looking
at the two boys on the floor and began eyeing the closed Great Hall door. Could
she? Ginny’s mind began whirling in a rush of remembered snapshots.
Harry: casting the basic music
Baby: seeing Harry’s work and then
improving on it, taking control of the spell and making a leap of logic to
transform it into something else.
Harry: casting Expelliarmus on
Baby: seeing Harry’s work and
upping the ante by a power of 10, slamming Malfoy backwards further and further
with each application of the spell. Using the spell to power an inanimate
object’s movement—the door closing behind.
Could she? Ginny thought again.
Setting her face into grim determination, Ginny began shoving her way to Harry.
She ignored the grunts of pain that followed judicious applications of her
elbows, she ignored the demands of Professor Sprout to stay back and let the
boy have some room. She dropped to her knees on the other side of Draco and
attempted to get Harry’s attention.
He continued to frantically rub
Draco’s slowly paling hand, his tears dripping onto blood painted flesh, making
pinkish streaks down Draco’s skin.
“Harry! Bloody hell, pay
“I’m so sorry, love, please,
“Harry!” followed by a crack of
skin on skin as Ginny openhandedly slapped Harry across the face. Silence fell
and Harry looked up at her in astonishment. She didn’t take the time for an
apology. Either this would work and she wouldn’t need one, or this wouldn’t
work and they’d be too busy mourning to care that she slapped him. “Harry, I
need you to cast a healing spell on Draco,” she demanded.
Harry’s face scrunched up again.
“Ginny, it won’t help. I don’t know one strong enough. Millie can’t even help
him. We have to wait for Pomfrey.”
Ginny wanted to slap him again.
“He’ll be dead by the time Pomfrey gets here,” she pointed out harshly, hating
how his head snapped back from the force of her hateful words. “You have to
cast the spell. It doesn’t matter how crappy it is. You have to cast it.”
“It won’t help, and I might hurt
him more,” he wailed. “Let Millie cast.”
Ginny reached across the dying
body of Draco Malfoy and snatched a handful of Harry’s hair. “Harry! Listen! You
have to cast the spell. You! Not Millie. You’re not casting it for him,”
she glanced down at Draco. “You’re casting it for her,” she nodded towards
Harry’s belly. “You have to give her a base to work off of. Now cast the bloody
Harry blinked for a moment and
then Ginny saw recognition flow into his eyes. He ceased sobbing and found the
purpose he needed. He closed his eyes briefly and gathered his will. “Sanas
malum.” He wouldn’t realize until hours later that his wand was still
halfway across the room, flung under a table. He carefully cracked his eyes
open and peered down at Draco.
“Oh, Draco,” he choked. “It
didn’t work, Ginny. It didn’t work.”
Ginny ignored him, staring at
Harry’s stomach. “Come on, baby,” she whispered fiercely. “Come on, figure it
out, sweetie. Figure it out and save Draco. Come on, come on, come on…” she
Harry shook his head sadly and
raised Draco’s hand to his cheek. Then his eyes widened. His gaze shot to Ginny
and he opened his mouth to speak. The only thing that came out, however, was a
low moan. He gripped his stomach and dropped Draco’s hand. “Ginny?” he
But Ginny’s attention was on Draco
now. Specifically, on the gash in Draco’s throat. The blood ceased spurting
momentarily, but then it began again. Ginny glared at Harry’s belly. “Come on,
baby!” she demanded. “Harder, you have to try harder!”
“Ginny, I—ahhh!” Harry bent double
as he howled in pain. Ginny watched the blood stop again, this time not to
“Yes! Good job, baby!” she
shouted. “Harry, I’m so sorry. But you have to hold on, just a bit longer. Come
on, baby…give it more!”
Harry didn’t even try to speak
this time. He just screamed. And each time he screamed, the clustered crowd
watched the gash become smaller…and smaller…and smaller. Until there was no
more wound, only blood smeared around on unmarred flesh.
“Good! Good, baby,” Ginny grinned
wildly. “Stop now. Stop, sweetie.” Smiles turned to horror as Harry continued
to scream. “Baby? Please, you have to stop now!” Ginny reached across Draco,
frantically grasping Harry’s hands over his stomach. The baby’s reply was
instant and clear. Harry screeched again and Ginny flew two yards backwards.
Helping hands righted the redhead
and she flew back into the fray. “Baby! Stop! You have to stop!” she yelled.
“Shit!” she looked crazily around her and her eyes locked on Millicent.
“Millie! Wake him up!” she grasped the Slytherin girl with one hand and pointed
to Draco with the other.
Millie, not stopping to ask
questions, pulled her wand. “Enervate!” she ordered.
Draco’s eyes began to flutter and
then opened. “Mum?” he asked, as Narcissa’s face was hanging upside down over
Narcissa smiled through her tears
and nodded vigorously. “Draco, baby, you’re all right?”
Draco nodded carefully and looked
around. “What the hell?” He turned his head and shot up, nearly braining
Narcissa in the process. “Harry?”
“Draco! Make her stop,” Ginny
gestured to Harry’s belly. “She healed you, but she won’t stop casting. She’s
Draco glared at Ginny, his look
promising to make her pay for the screams emanating from his Harry, and then
rolled over to straddle Harry’s hips. He wrenched Harry’s robes opened,
exposing his naked stomach. The flesh roiled and heaved as though the baby were
trying to push out of the skin. Draco placed a hand on either side of the lump
and dropped his face down to meet skin to skin.
“Love, you have to stop now,” he
whispered against the flesh, feeling the baby kicking his face through her
father’s belly. “Please, love. You’re hurting your daddy. You’re hurting him,
sweetness. Please, please stop,” tears began to seep from his eyes as he
continued to hear Harry’s screams. “Please, please, please stop,” his breath
hitched and he pressed his lips to Harry’s stomach.
“Please stop hurting him. You’re
killing him, love.” But Harry continued to scream. Draco knew that if someone
were to allow him to trade his life for Harry’s in that moment, he would gladly
accept. He’d do anything…anything to make Harry’s screams stop. To make the
heaving flesh still. To have Harry and the baby calm and tranquil…
He froze. Calm. Tranquil. He began
to hum shakily. “Dadadadadadadadadum…dadadum…dadadum…” His voice broke on a sob
and he took a deep breath before starting again. Ginny caught on quickly. She
scooted over to Draco and placed a hand on his back. Softly, she took up the
melody with him. A moment later Hermione sank to her knees in the other side of
Draco and added her husky contralto to the mix.
Mione tugged on Ron’s robe and he
dropped down next to her. After hearing the song at least three times a day for
the last who knew how long, even he was able to join in. One by one, those who
spent the most time in Harry’s company picked up the melody. The song
gravitated outward, those who weren’t familiar with it catching on from those
next to them.
Soon, the whole hall echoed with
the hummed strains of Fur Elise. Draco wasn’t sure how in tune he was, the
tears closing his throat and the occasional hiccupping sob breaking free, but
the baby didn’t seem to mind. Harry gave one last scream and the human choir
was added to by the magically generated tones that the Gryffindors, at least,
were familiar with.
As soon as the music began, the
baby stopped thrashing. Harry stopped screaming and lay panting, every now and
then letting a tiny whimper escape. Draco crawled up Harry’s body and
desperately searched his face. “Harry? Love?” he whispered. Harry’s eyes
He took a moment to comprehend who
was staring so anxiously into his eyes and then he smiled tremulously.
“D-Draco?” He lifted a shaky hand to Draco’s cheek. “Y-you’re okay?”
Draco’s breath hitched as he tried
to speak. He gave up and just nodded before breaking into laughing sobs. Harry
inched his arms around Draco and held him, not knowing how he came to be alive
and well, not really caring. He just allowed himself to melt into the blonde’s
arms, where he belonged. The world faded to the warmth of Draco’s body pressing
against his, the sound of Draco’s breath in his ear. His stomach still gave the
occasional spasm, but Draco’s soothing hand eased away the pain.
“I was so afraid,” Harry whispered
long minutes later.
“I know, love,” Draco returned
with a nuzzle to Harry’s neck. “The pain must have seemed endless. I’m so
Harry frowned and pushed Draco up
a tiny bit, just enough to look into his eyes. “No,” he shook his head. “I was
terrified that you were going to die; bleed to death in front of me and I
couldn’t do anything to save you. I would have done anything to save you.”
Draco closed his eyes briefly, trying to hide how much Harry’s words touched
him, but Harry wouldn’t allow it. He traced a finger down Draco’s cheek and
lifted his chin. “I mean it, Draco.”
Draco shook his head and opened
his eyes. “You shouldn’t have,” he whispered back. “You nearly died yourself.
What about the baby? You shouldn’t have risked yourself like that. I would have
Harry snorted. “You would have
been dead, Dray.”
Draco stared fiercely into Harry’s
eyes. “Better me than you. Or the baby. It wasn’t worth the risk. You should
have just let me go, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes filled with tears and
he began to shake his head slowly. “No,” he choked. “Nononono. Never, Draco.
You promised. You said you’d always be here for me. You promised. I can’t do
this without you.”
Draco grasped Harry’s hand out
from under his chin and pressed a hard kiss to the back of it. “Harry, you have
so many people who can help you with the baby. You won’t be alone. Never
“No!” Harry shouted. “I don’t care
about being alone!” His voice broke and he clutched back at Draco’s hand. “I
don’t care about alone. I care about you. I can take care of the baby by myself
just fine. This isn’t about the baby anymore, Draco. This is about you. And me.
I can’t do anything without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t
smile, I can’t bloody well breathe without you!” his voice dropped into a
whisper. “I can’t live without you, Draco Malfoy. I won’t live without you. I
Draco stared openmouthed at
Harry’s confession. “Harry, I…”
Harry shook his head again. “You
don’t have to love me back, Draco,” he offered. “You don’t have to say it just
because I did. I just wanted you to know. I needed you to know. I had to tell
you that it wasn’t just about needing help with the baby. Nothing has to
change,” he rushed on to reassure Draco. “You aren’t expected to act any
different or treat me any different or—“
Draco was tired of listening to
Harry try to convince him that he didn’t need to be loved in return. He
determinedly covered Harry’s lips with his own, effectively silencing the
babbling boy. The contact was brief and gentle, but very purposeful. There was
no doubt in Harry’s mind when Draco pulled away that the blonde felt something
He smiled up at Draco, eyes
shining brightly. Draco smiled back and rested his forehead on Harry’s for a
moment. “I love you, too, Harry,” he whispered. “Which is why I’m going to hex
your ass if you ever do something so stupid again.” His smile took away the
harshness of the words, but not their ring of truthfulness. “Now, we need to
get you to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey is going to look you over with a fine