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Leaving Your Heart Behind
Chapter Number/Total: 11/52
Chapter Title: Leaving Your Heart Behind
Words: 2325 Words
"It's really very simple, Harry," Mrs Weasley told Harry as he stared from his bare chest to the empty and, to him at least, rather ominous baby bottle. He frowned at the bottle as if it had insulted him and then slowly looked back to Mrs Weasley.
"Don't look like that, dear," she said, giving him a small understanding smile. "We all have to do it some time - or, that is to say, that everyone who nurses has to."
Harry huffed quietly. He was not fond at all of the idea of feeding Valen with a bottle. He didn't want to do it because it meant that he was leaving him home for longer than the time between feedings. He and Draco had never been away from Valen so long before. "What's the incantation again?" he asked Mrs Weasley, even though he very well knew what it was.
Mrs Weasley stared at him still with the same smile. "It's Deducere Lactis, and if you ask again," she said, giving his arm a little squeeze, "I'm going to start thinking that you don't want to learn it at all."
Harry gave her a very small sheepish smile and a shrug.
Draco was standing nearby, leaning on the back of a chair and trying to hold his tongue. He knew why his husband was upset. He didn't like the idea of leaving Valen either. But they couldn't carry an infant on potentially dangerous missions.
"What's the wand movement?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco and sighing.
"Well," said Mrs Weasley, "you really only have to prod yourself a few times - in the breast area, of course - and then say the incantation. Then you quickly point your wand at the bottle, or any container, and it fills. You may have to do it a few times to get as much milk out as you need. Why don't you try it?"
Harry sighed again, and found he was too preoccupied with his worries about leaving his baby to be embarrassed about any of this. He took his wand out of his back trouser pocket and prodded his chest a few times. "Deducere Lactis," he said, hastily, pointing his wand at the nearby bottle. It filled about halfway up.
"Very good," said Mrs Weasley. "Especially for your first try."
Harry shrugged. He'd been almost wishing that it would be something he'd have to practise.
Harry was stalling. Draco knew it. Valen was lying in his cot, playing with some odd magic ball that the twins had made for him. It looked like an ordinary ball, but it had enough magic embedded inside that, to someone like Valen, it was kind of warm and glowy. Valen cooed as he clutched it with both little hands.
Harry looked over at Valen and smiled at his noises, wondering if the baby would miss him or even be able to tell the difference.
"Well, dear," said Mrs Weasley, claiming Harry's attention once again, "you should fill a few bottles just in case. What time are you leaving?"
"Just in a little while," Harry answered quietly.
"I suppose I should let you get to it then. You can hand Valen over whenever you're ready." She smiled sadly at Harry's look. "And don't worry. He'll be perfectly fine. I promise you."
Harry sighed for the millionth time and nodded, though he was not very convinced.
She patted Harry's cheek with her hand gently and then left the room, leaving him and Draco with their son.
Draco picked up the baby and cradled him in his arms as he sat down on the sofa beside his husband.
"Am I mad, Draco?" Harry asked, stroking Valen's cheek with a finger. "Do you want to leave him?"
"Never," Draco whispered, looking lovingly at Valen and back to his husband.
"I don't either," Harry said quietly. "What if something happens and we're not here? What if he needs us? What if he's crying and they can't get him to stop? He could get ill that way!"
Draco was torn between agreeing with his husband and wanting to reassure him. He looked seriously at Valen for a minute. "You will be a good boy while your daddies are out, right?" he said to the child.
Valen's large green eyes seemed to contemplate the question and then he returned to trying to eat his magic ball.
Harry sighed again and couldn't help a small smile, despite himself. "I hope you will be," he said to his son, kissing him on the forehead. "You're a handful when you are being a good boy."
"We trust Mrs Weasley and Fleur," Draco said to Harry, trying to reassure himself as well.
Harry half frowned and half winced. "Yeah," he agreed half-heartedly.
"Finish filling the bottles, Harry," Draco gently prodded.
Harry looked over at the bottle and made another face at it, but he resignedly pulled his wand again and repeated the spell. He did it several times until he had five filled bottles, probably far too much, but one could never be too safe. "What if he won't drink it?" he asked Draco when he was finished, reaching for his shirt on the back of the couch and pulling it back on.
Draco looked at their baby again. Valen was over a month old and he was growing well, but still so very small-looking. Draco's heart seemed to spasm at the idea of leaving him without either himself or Harry. He reached over and picked up one of the bottles, looking at it. "It still has the feel of your magic," he said, and then dangled the bottle in front of the infant.
Valen looked curiously at the thing his father showed him. He released the ball with one hand and reached for the bottle with the other.
Draco gently pulled the ball from the baby and replaced it with the bottle. Valen wasn't strong enough to lift it, even if he had known what to do with it, but he shook it the way he had been playing with the ball. Draco helped guide the nipple to his son's mouth and ran it over his lips a few times. Valen seemed to chew on anything, particularly if it had magic, and this was no exception.
Valen mouthed the bottle and looked startled when milk spurted out. After a moment or two of confusion, he did it again and it wasn't long before he was sucking on it.
Harry was torn between being glad that Valen would have food when he left him and being disappointed that the baby was drinking. "I guess that solves that," he said quietly, frowning slightly at the sight of his son drinking from somewhere besides him. Hadn't he recently been complaining about sore nipples? He couldn't believe he'd ever done such a thing.
Draco shook his head and sighed. "I am sure he still likes you better," he chided the other man.
Harry shrugged, wondering if he was truly jealous of an inanimate object. "I guess," he said, muttering slightly.
Draco shook his head again. "Do you want to feed him yourself before we go?" he asked, holding the infant out to his husband.
Harry tried to act like he didn't care, but quickly removed his shirt and took Valen, pleased when the infant latched on right away, knowing what he was doing. "There, that's better than that old bottle, right?" Harry said quietly to Valen, smiling as the baby looked up at him.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head and setting the bottle with the others. "And I still like you better than the purple dildo," he teased.
Harry's eyes widened and he flushed, looking at Draco and rolling his eyes, though he had to resist a laugh. "I should hope so," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Draco reached over, running a finger down Valen's little pointed nose. "No contest," he said. "Nothing better than Harry Potter."
Harry snorted, grinning lopsidedly. "Not even Draco Malfoy?" he said.
"Better together," Draco smirked.
Harry smiled. "I would have to agree," he said.
It wasn't long before Valen was finished and burped, though it seemed like it had gone far too fast to Harry. He sat holding him, watching him sleep in his arms, still on the sofa next to Draco. "I don't want to leave him," he said, voice embarrassingly whiny.
"We aren't taking him out of this house until our enemy is dead," Draco said. "Which means we have to leave him here to do that." He knew Harry knew this; he just needed to say it, for both of them.
"I know," Harry conceded. "I just-" He sighed. "Never mind. I suppose I'm being irrational."
"In a rational world," Draco said quietly, "we wouldn't have to leave him until he was older."
Harry frowned and nodded, remembering the absolutely terrifying dream Voldemort had sent to him.
Draco held out his hands to take the sleeping child, waiting for his husband.
Harry bit his lip, staring at Valen for a few more moments and kissing him on the forehead again before he handed him over to Draco, his heart hurting already, and it wasn't even time to go yet.
Draco laid the baby in the cot and then reached for Harry's hands. "Let's go so we can come back sooner." He tried to smile encouragingly at his lover.
"But Lee's not here yet," Harry protested, knowing that the man would likely be arriving any minute.
"He will be," Draco said, standing and pulling on his husband's hands.
Harry huffed quietly and got to his feet at Draco's urging. "We'll have to get Mrs Weasley," he said, staring at the cot.
Draco nodded and led his husband to the door. He stuck his head out into the hall and signalled Mrs Weasley, who had been waiting for them.
She smiled and came forward. "Is he sleeping?" she said, stepping into the room.
Harry held Draco's hand, his heart giving another painful pang.
"We'll be back as soon as we can," Draco told her, feeling he was reassuring himself and Harry more than her.
"Oh, you know I don't mind," she said gently. "He'll be perfectly fine."
Harry nodded, trying to give her a smile and a thank you, but all he could manage was a pseudo-cheerful, "Thanks."
Just then the Floo activated and Lee stepped through. Draco turned to face their visitor.
Harry looked over and tried not to frown as Lee spotted him and Draco and began making his way over from across the hall. Harry closed the door of the sitting room quickly, but not quick enough for Lee to think that he was hiding something. Lee had indeed been inducted into the Order, but even most members didn't know about Valen.
"You blokes ready to go?" Lee asked with a raised eyebrow at Harry's shirtless form.
"Oh, I'll just get my shirt real quick," Harry said, looking down at his exposed chest, and he opened the door again quickly and then snapped it shut.
Mrs Weasley had taken a seat on the sofa with a book and looked up with a raised eyebrow when Harry entered.
"My shirt," he said, pointing.
Mrs Weasley looked behind herself and grabbed the indicated garment, handing it to Harry.
Harry slipped it on, perhaps taking a little too much time making sure his glasses didn't fall off, and then he walked over to Valen's cot, unable to resist another small kiss and a head rub.
Mrs Weasley smiled sadly at him again. "I know you don't want to leave him," she said. "I understand completely, and I promise he'll be fine."
Harry sighed. "Thank you," he said after a moment, straightening and walking back over to the door. He stared at the cot for just a tiny bit longer before he left the room again.
Draco nodded to Lee, and rolled his eyes at Harry. He thought about making a quip about Harry going off naked if he didn't think about it, but held his tongue.
"You have your Cloak?" Lee asked.
Harry nodded, patting his pocket where his shrunken Invisibility Cloak lay.
"Can you both fit?"
"We should be able to if we walk close together," Harry replied. "And you're not that much taller than me, so my feet should stay hidden," he said to Draco.
"I have a couple bottles of the potion with me, just in case," Draco said, nodding.
Harry nodded too, taking a deep breath. "All right, Lee," he said, "I suppose we're ready."
"All right, good," said Lee. "Now, what we're going to do is go in through the entrance that's strictly for Ministry employees. It's a bit more complicated to get into magically - quite a few enchantments to lift, but obviously, we can't go the normal way as you have to pass through inspection to get to the lifts. There are guards where we're going too, but they're easier to get past and there is no inspection, which I think is ridiculously thick on the Ministry's part, but there you have it. You two can come with me, invisible, and we can get on the lifts and into my Department from there."
Harry nodded. "Sounds pretty straightforward," he said. He looked at Draco. "You ready, or are we forgetting anything?"
"Silencing Charm on us," Draco said, "because you do not walk softly, my love."
Harry shrugged and nodded.
"You should do that here before we go," said Lee, leading the way back into the entrance hall from which he'd come. "We're going to Floo, which will make quite a bit of noise, but take the precaution, just in case."
They got under the Cloak, Draco pressed against Harry and feeling a bit silly. He cast the Silencing Charm on the two of them and then signalled their readiness to Lee.
Lee nodded and took a pinch of Floo powder, throwing it into the fire. "Ministry of Magic, Employee Entrance," he said, and was gone in green flame.
Chapter Title: Leaving Your Heart Behind
Words: 2325 Words
"It's really very simple, Harry," Mrs Weasley told Harry as he stared from his bare chest to the empty and, to him at least, rather ominous baby bottle. He frowned at the bottle as if it had insulted him and then slowly looked back to Mrs Weasley.
"Don't look like that, dear," she said, giving him a small understanding smile. "We all have to do it some time - or, that is to say, that everyone who nurses has to."
Harry huffed quietly. He was not fond at all of the idea of feeding Valen with a bottle. He didn't want to do it because it meant that he was leaving him home for longer than the time between feedings. He and Draco had never been away from Valen so long before. "What's the incantation again?" he asked Mrs Weasley, even though he very well knew what it was.
Mrs Weasley stared at him still with the same smile. "It's Deducere Lactis, and if you ask again," she said, giving his arm a little squeeze, "I'm going to start thinking that you don't want to learn it at all."
Harry gave her a very small sheepish smile and a shrug.
Draco was standing nearby, leaning on the back of a chair and trying to hold his tongue. He knew why his husband was upset. He didn't like the idea of leaving Valen either. But they couldn't carry an infant on potentially dangerous missions.
"What's the wand movement?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco and sighing.
"Well," said Mrs Weasley, "you really only have to prod yourself a few times - in the breast area, of course - and then say the incantation. Then you quickly point your wand at the bottle, or any container, and it fills. You may have to do it a few times to get as much milk out as you need. Why don't you try it?"
Harry sighed again, and found he was too preoccupied with his worries about leaving his baby to be embarrassed about any of this. He took his wand out of his back trouser pocket and prodded his chest a few times. "Deducere Lactis," he said, hastily, pointing his wand at the nearby bottle. It filled about halfway up.
"Very good," said Mrs Weasley. "Especially for your first try."
Harry shrugged. He'd been almost wishing that it would be something he'd have to practise.
Harry was stalling. Draco knew it. Valen was lying in his cot, playing with some odd magic ball that the twins had made for him. It looked like an ordinary ball, but it had enough magic embedded inside that, to someone like Valen, it was kind of warm and glowy. Valen cooed as he clutched it with both little hands.
Harry looked over at Valen and smiled at his noises, wondering if the baby would miss him or even be able to tell the difference.
"Well, dear," said Mrs Weasley, claiming Harry's attention once again, "you should fill a few bottles just in case. What time are you leaving?"
"Just in a little while," Harry answered quietly.
"I suppose I should let you get to it then. You can hand Valen over whenever you're ready." She smiled sadly at Harry's look. "And don't worry. He'll be perfectly fine. I promise you."
Harry sighed for the millionth time and nodded, though he was not very convinced.
She patted Harry's cheek with her hand gently and then left the room, leaving him and Draco with their son.
Draco picked up the baby and cradled him in his arms as he sat down on the sofa beside his husband.
"Am I mad, Draco?" Harry asked, stroking Valen's cheek with a finger. "Do you want to leave him?"
"Never," Draco whispered, looking lovingly at Valen and back to his husband.
"I don't either," Harry said quietly. "What if something happens and we're not here? What if he needs us? What if he's crying and they can't get him to stop? He could get ill that way!"
Draco was torn between agreeing with his husband and wanting to reassure him. He looked seriously at Valen for a minute. "You will be a good boy while your daddies are out, right?" he said to the child.
Valen's large green eyes seemed to contemplate the question and then he returned to trying to eat his magic ball.
Harry sighed again and couldn't help a small smile, despite himself. "I hope you will be," he said to his son, kissing him on the forehead. "You're a handful when you are being a good boy."
"We trust Mrs Weasley and Fleur," Draco said to Harry, trying to reassure himself as well.
Harry half frowned and half winced. "Yeah," he agreed half-heartedly.
"Finish filling the bottles, Harry," Draco gently prodded.
Harry looked over at the bottle and made another face at it, but he resignedly pulled his wand again and repeated the spell. He did it several times until he had five filled bottles, probably far too much, but one could never be too safe. "What if he won't drink it?" he asked Draco when he was finished, reaching for his shirt on the back of the couch and pulling it back on.
Draco looked at their baby again. Valen was over a month old and he was growing well, but still so very small-looking. Draco's heart seemed to spasm at the idea of leaving him without either himself or Harry. He reached over and picked up one of the bottles, looking at it. "It still has the feel of your magic," he said, and then dangled the bottle in front of the infant.
Valen looked curiously at the thing his father showed him. He released the ball with one hand and reached for the bottle with the other.
Draco gently pulled the ball from the baby and replaced it with the bottle. Valen wasn't strong enough to lift it, even if he had known what to do with it, but he shook it the way he had been playing with the ball. Draco helped guide the nipple to his son's mouth and ran it over his lips a few times. Valen seemed to chew on anything, particularly if it had magic, and this was no exception.
Valen mouthed the bottle and looked startled when milk spurted out. After a moment or two of confusion, he did it again and it wasn't long before he was sucking on it.
Harry was torn between being glad that Valen would have food when he left him and being disappointed that the baby was drinking. "I guess that solves that," he said quietly, frowning slightly at the sight of his son drinking from somewhere besides him. Hadn't he recently been complaining about sore nipples? He couldn't believe he'd ever done such a thing.
Draco shook his head and sighed. "I am sure he still likes you better," he chided the other man.
Harry shrugged, wondering if he was truly jealous of an inanimate object. "I guess," he said, muttering slightly.
Draco shook his head again. "Do you want to feed him yourself before we go?" he asked, holding the infant out to his husband.
Harry tried to act like he didn't care, but quickly removed his shirt and took Valen, pleased when the infant latched on right away, knowing what he was doing. "There, that's better than that old bottle, right?" Harry said quietly to Valen, smiling as the baby looked up at him.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head and setting the bottle with the others. "And I still like you better than the purple dildo," he teased.
Harry's eyes widened and he flushed, looking at Draco and rolling his eyes, though he had to resist a laugh. "I should hope so," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Draco reached over, running a finger down Valen's little pointed nose. "No contest," he said. "Nothing better than Harry Potter."
Harry snorted, grinning lopsidedly. "Not even Draco Malfoy?" he said.
"Better together," Draco smirked.
Harry smiled. "I would have to agree," he said.
It wasn't long before Valen was finished and burped, though it seemed like it had gone far too fast to Harry. He sat holding him, watching him sleep in his arms, still on the sofa next to Draco. "I don't want to leave him," he said, voice embarrassingly whiny.
"We aren't taking him out of this house until our enemy is dead," Draco said. "Which means we have to leave him here to do that." He knew Harry knew this; he just needed to say it, for both of them.
"I know," Harry conceded. "I just-" He sighed. "Never mind. I suppose I'm being irrational."
"In a rational world," Draco said quietly, "we wouldn't have to leave him until he was older."
Harry frowned and nodded, remembering the absolutely terrifying dream Voldemort had sent to him.
Draco held out his hands to take the sleeping child, waiting for his husband.
Harry bit his lip, staring at Valen for a few more moments and kissing him on the forehead again before he handed him over to Draco, his heart hurting already, and it wasn't even time to go yet.
Draco laid the baby in the cot and then reached for Harry's hands. "Let's go so we can come back sooner." He tried to smile encouragingly at his lover.
"But Lee's not here yet," Harry protested, knowing that the man would likely be arriving any minute.
"He will be," Draco said, standing and pulling on his husband's hands.
Harry huffed quietly and got to his feet at Draco's urging. "We'll have to get Mrs Weasley," he said, staring at the cot.
Draco nodded and led his husband to the door. He stuck his head out into the hall and signalled Mrs Weasley, who had been waiting for them.
She smiled and came forward. "Is he sleeping?" she said, stepping into the room.
Harry held Draco's hand, his heart giving another painful pang.
"We'll be back as soon as we can," Draco told her, feeling he was reassuring himself and Harry more than her.
"Oh, you know I don't mind," she said gently. "He'll be perfectly fine."
Harry nodded, trying to give her a smile and a thank you, but all he could manage was a pseudo-cheerful, "Thanks."
Just then the Floo activated and Lee stepped through. Draco turned to face their visitor.
Harry looked over and tried not to frown as Lee spotted him and Draco and began making his way over from across the hall. Harry closed the door of the sitting room quickly, but not quick enough for Lee to think that he was hiding something. Lee had indeed been inducted into the Order, but even most members didn't know about Valen.
"You blokes ready to go?" Lee asked with a raised eyebrow at Harry's shirtless form.
"Oh, I'll just get my shirt real quick," Harry said, looking down at his exposed chest, and he opened the door again quickly and then snapped it shut.
Mrs Weasley had taken a seat on the sofa with a book and looked up with a raised eyebrow when Harry entered.
"My shirt," he said, pointing.
Mrs Weasley looked behind herself and grabbed the indicated garment, handing it to Harry.
Harry slipped it on, perhaps taking a little too much time making sure his glasses didn't fall off, and then he walked over to Valen's cot, unable to resist another small kiss and a head rub.
Mrs Weasley smiled sadly at him again. "I know you don't want to leave him," she said. "I understand completely, and I promise he'll be fine."
Harry sighed. "Thank you," he said after a moment, straightening and walking back over to the door. He stared at the cot for just a tiny bit longer before he left the room again.
Draco nodded to Lee, and rolled his eyes at Harry. He thought about making a quip about Harry going off naked if he didn't think about it, but held his tongue.
"You have your Cloak?" Lee asked.
Harry nodded, patting his pocket where his shrunken Invisibility Cloak lay.
"Can you both fit?"
"We should be able to if we walk close together," Harry replied. "And you're not that much taller than me, so my feet should stay hidden," he said to Draco.
"I have a couple bottles of the potion with me, just in case," Draco said, nodding.
Harry nodded too, taking a deep breath. "All right, Lee," he said, "I suppose we're ready."
"All right, good," said Lee. "Now, what we're going to do is go in through the entrance that's strictly for Ministry employees. It's a bit more complicated to get into magically - quite a few enchantments to lift, but obviously, we can't go the normal way as you have to pass through inspection to get to the lifts. There are guards where we're going too, but they're easier to get past and there is no inspection, which I think is ridiculously thick on the Ministry's part, but there you have it. You two can come with me, invisible, and we can get on the lifts and into my Department from there."
Harry nodded. "Sounds pretty straightforward," he said. He looked at Draco. "You ready, or are we forgetting anything?"
"Silencing Charm on us," Draco said, "because you do not walk softly, my love."
Harry shrugged and nodded.
"You should do that here before we go," said Lee, leading the way back into the entrance hall from which he'd come. "We're going to Floo, which will make quite a bit of noise, but take the precaution, just in case."
They got under the Cloak, Draco pressed against Harry and feeling a bit silly. He cast the Silencing Charm on the two of them and then signalled their readiness to Lee.
Lee nodded and took a pinch of Floo powder, throwing it into the fire. "Ministry of Magic, Employee Entrance," he said, and was gone in green flame.