Title: His Daughter’s Father
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: Um…s’more Christmas
cause I like the idea of giving gifts.
Dedication: To the Spirit of Christmas.
Christmas morning dawned bright
and fair. A sparkling coat of snow covered everything outside the walls of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but inside was warm and cheerful.
Harry woke to someone bouncing on his bed. As soon as his eyes cracked open,
Draco made a noise a five-year-old girl could claim and dragged Harry’s covers
off of him.
Harry grinned up at the blonde.
“Hey! Pregnant person here. I need my warm covers.” At Draco’s horrified look,
Harry shook his head. “I’m kidding, Draco,” he soothed. “I’m just as excited as
you are.” Draco resumed bouncing and Harry crawled out of bed and shrugged into
a warm robe, stuffing his feet into slippers. “Come on, Sugar-Rush,” he said
Draco practically hopped out of
the bedroom behind Harry and carefully shoved him into the warm recesses of the
couch. Narcissa squealed when she saw Harry and did a very familiar bounce over
to the boy’s side. Giving Harry a kiss on the cheek, she and her son moved on
to the tree and the packages glittering under it. Harry turned to the other
occupant of the room: a pursed lipped Snape, and grinned.
He was delighted to see an
answering smile, though small, on Snape’s face. “Did you give them sugar?”
Harry stage whispered.
Snape shook his head. “No, and I’m
quite terrified to find out what Albus has chosen for Christmas breakfast,” he
Less than 5 minutes later, Harry
sat buried under a pile of gifts. He set aside his presents from Mione, Ron,
Hagrid and Sirius and found that he still had several presents to open. He
quickly found that the Malfoy tradition was to have one person open a gift
whilst the others watched. He felt slightly self-conscious about all eyes on
him, even though it was only the same three with whom he’d spent nearly every
hour of the day. Seeing his hesitation, Draco offered to go first.
Harry shot him a grateful look and
watched in anticipation as the blonde tore into the first box. Draco stopped as
he pulled the tissue aside, just staring at the gift. “Well, what is it?”
Narcissa asked impatiently.
Draco looked up at Snape, who
flushed, and smiled. “Thank you, sir. It’s beautiful.” He pulled out a clock
just like the ones Harry had seen at the Weasley’s. The hands on it were
carefully labeled with both Narcissa and Harry’s names and location markers
dotted the sides of it. “I have one request, though,” Draco added. Snape raised
an eyebrow. “Could you add another hand for yourself and one for Harry’s baby?”
he asked softly.
Harry felt his chest constrict at
the heartfelt plea in Draco’s voice. He glanced at the potions master and saw
that he wasn’t unaffected either. Snape sat flummoxed, just staring at Draco in
disbelief. Narcissa moved to his side and took his hand. That sparked him to
flutter his lashes in confusion and switch his stare to her. She tried not to
laugh at the look on his face. “Just nod, dear,” she suggested.
Snape nodded automatically,
obviously still not caught up to the situation. Draco smiled and carefully
stored the clock back in its box and set it beside him. “Narcissa, I think you
should go next,” Harry smiled. “I don’t think the professor is quite ready for
any more shocks.”
The woman nodded and unwrapped her
first gift. Harry tensed as he realized that this was from him. She caught her
breath as she saw her first glimpse of it. Harry smiled contentedly. Yup, that
was his first reaction as well. Tears filled her eyes and she launched herself
across the floor and nearly into Harry’s lap. “It’s the most wonderful gift
I’ve ever received,” she whispered.
Harry awkwardly hugged her back
and glanced down once again at the portrait in her hands. He’d bribed Dean with
new charcoals and the frame as well as a Harry-funded expedition to Hogsmeade
for the gift. But, looking at the joy on Narcissa’s face, it was money well
spent. Dean had used a photograph taken by Colin to sketch Draco sleeping in
the Gryffindor common room. He was curled up around a pillow with a sweet smile
on his face and he looked about 10 years old again.
Draco rolled his eyes and gestured
to Harry to take his turn next. Grinning at Draco’s embarrassment, he did so.
He carefully uncovered a small, green plushie. Curiously, he lifted it out of
the box and, to his surprise it curled around his wrist. He felt it warm
slightly and realized what it was for: his baby. He clutched the plushie close
to his chest and looked to see whose guilty face would show the giver.
To his surprise, Snape was picking
at a string on his robe. “Sir?” Harry asked. “Is this from you?”
Snape sighed and nodded. “Yes,
Harry smiled. “I love it, sir. It’s
Snape shrugged and went back to
picking at his robe. “It was mine when I was small.”
Harry froze. Snape giving him a gift was one thing. Snape handing over
something with sentimental value was just…well, it just was. “W-what is it’s
name, sir?” he asked awkwardly.
Snape flushed. “Siffy,” he
Harry nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
Snape shrugged again and
practically snatched his first present up from the floor. He carefully
unwrapped it, pulling the spell-o-tape aside and folding it down over the
paper. By the time he got to the gift, he was composed again…just in time to
lose it. “Bloody hell!” he hissed. “These are basilisk scales!” He looked up at
the others. “Where did you get basilisk scales? I haven’t been able to find any
Harry flushed. ‘You’ve not been
looking in the right places, sir. There are plenty lying just below us.”
Snape’s jaw dropped. “You mean…?”
Harry nodded. “Draco and I went
down into the Chamber of Secrets about a week ago. We harvested some for you. I
hope it’s enough, I don’t know if I want to go back down there until after the
Snape worked his mouth a few
times, and then glared half-heartedly. “You should know better than to be
traipsing around in the cold and the dark looking for potions ingredients. You
don’t even know what’s down there anymore. Something could have take up
residence and you’d not have known till it ate you.”
Harry just smiled. “You’re
welcome, sir.” Snape snapped his mouth shut and sat back in silence, hands
still wrapped around the jar. He dropped his chin in acknowledgement.
Draco grinned and snatched up his
next present. Harry smiled. He’d been amazed at how easy this present was to
get. He had imagined that it would be quite impossible, however when the time came
to sign the plaque commemorating Draco as an Honorary Gryffindor, the actual
Gryffindors were lined up three deep.
He watched the awe steal over
Draco’s face and the quickened blinking that spoke of heightened emotion.
“Th-thank you, Harry,” he whispered. Biting his lip, he handed the plaque over
to his mother so she could see it as well. Narcissa wasn’t quite as fickle
about her emotions. Tears ran down her face and she hugged her son tightly.
Harry moved on to his next gift,
giving mother and son a chance to dry their eyes. What he found was a small
book and a quill. “Oh, Harry…that is actually a dual gift for you and Draco,”
Narcissa smiled “They’re called correspondence quills. Whatever you write with
that quill on that book will show up in Draco’s book, and whatever Draco writes
with his quill in his book will show up in yours.”
Harry beamed. “Thank you,
Narcissa. I love it.” He grinned at Snape. “And I promise we won’t get too much
use out of them in potions.”
“Hmph,” Snape replied. “See that you
don’t.” He turned his frown to Narcissa and it evaporated. “It’s your turn,
Cissa,” he said gently.
Harry and Draco exchanged secret
smiles at the professor’s abrupt change in attitude, then thy turned their
attention to Narcissa carefully opening a long slender box. She gasped and
lifted a delicate flower from the tissue paper. “Severus, it’s lovely!” she
The hardened potions professor
tinged red. “It’s spelled to never wilt or fall apart,” he murmured. “It will
always smell sweetly and will never die.”
She leaned over and kissed him on
the cheek. “I love it, Severus,” she whispered. “And it goes quite nicely with
my gift to you.” A wicked twinkle came to her eye and she plucked a piece of
parchment from the table behind her. She handed it to him and watched his face
He eyed the document and his eyes
widened. “Is this…?”
Narcissa nodded. “It is a copy of
my divorce decree.”
Draco caught his breath and sat
quietly, trying not to disturb the moment. Harry felt tears welling up in his
eyes. Snape frowned for a moment and then his face took on a wary look. “And
this word written on the top? Is it…?” he paused, looking up hesitantly.
Narcissa nodded. “It’s the
password to my bedroom.”
Harry and Draco raised eyebrows,
impressed with Narcissa’s daring. Snape scrunched down further into his robes,
glaring at the boys. Draco held up a hand in surrender and began cleaning up
the torn paper, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Harry just sat,
holding Siffy and vying his attention between the beautiful look on Narcissa’s
face and her beautiful son.
“I have one more gift for you,
Draco,” she said, finally pulling her attention away from the flustered Snape.
Draco stopped picking up shreds of paper and looked at her eagerly. She smiled
and held out a small velvet box. Draco took it and gingerly opened the lid.
“M-mum?” he gasped, pulling the
emerald and onyx ring from the depths.
She crossed her legs nonchalantly
and inclined her head. “That, my son, is indeed the Malfoy Head of Household
“But why doesn’t fa…Lucius have
Narcissa smirked again. “Because I
stole it in a fit of pique years ago and locked it in my personal jewelry box.”
Draco’s confusion was almost palpable. “He had infuriated me once again on the
issue of Voldemort,” she sighed. “He was forever bowing and scraping for the
Dark Lord, willing to turn over whatever the moldy bastard wanted. He didn’t
care if he had to sacrifice the whole Malfoy fortune…or it’s heir…to do it.”
Draco shuddered at the look of hatred on his mother’s face.
“I know you will protect the line,
Draco. I know you will make something of the Malfoy name once again. And so, I
gift it to you. Put it on your finger and no magic in the world, nor a hand
other than your own can remove it.” Draco slipped the ring on his index finger
with a look of awe.
“But, mum…it’s just a ring,” he
added. “How am I supposed to do all of that with one single ring?”
Narcissa waved her hand flightily.
“Oh, didn’t you know? That ring is tied to the control of the Malfoy assets.
Lucius has been able to survive thus far because he has his own Gringotts
accounts. They are his personal vaults. He hasn’t tried to get into anything
Malfoy yet.” She grinned again. “Unfortunately for him, he’ll find that he will
be unable to get into any Malfoy vault or access any Malfoy possession without
Snape burst into laughter. “Never
piss off a Malfoy, even if she’s a Malfoy by marriage.”
Harry smiled hugely. Draco hadn’t
given his world up for him. He was still a Malfoy; he hadn’t given up his name
or his inheritance.
But the most important thing to
… he would have.