Move Heaven and Earth

Just to clear one thing up- no one will be dying in this fic. There will be deaths in the sequel however. Killing Ron off is unknown at this time, because I’m still working on the sequel. And NO I will NOT kill off Harry. Sheesh. ^^

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part thirteen

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

More notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So, if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified later ok?

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho

Rating: NC-17 over all

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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Hermione, Ron, and Draco were busy talking and reminiscing about the past. Draco looked a bit bored, with his arms crossed, leaning back on his chair. Ron had his arms draped over Hermione behind her, his chair behind hers.

“You remember during the beginning of the third year when a dementor came onto the train?” Ron said.

“Yeah.” Hermione nodded, “And it effected Harry badly—making him hear his dead parents. . . and going into convulsions. . .”

They both suddenly remembered something and looked over at Draco.

“What?” Draco blinked. “I wasn’t there so I don’t know what happened.”

“Yeah, but when you heard that Harry collapsed you started to really tease him about it.”

Draco shrugged, “I was thirteen and craving attention, what did you expect?”

“Are you going to apologize to Harry about it when he wakes up?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary. . .” Draco waved a hand.

“Why?” Hermione glared.

Draco smiled, “He knows I’m sorry and that I didn’t mean anything by it—just acting the way my dear old dad wanted me to act.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ve come to your senses.”

There was a slight pause.

“Since when?” Draco chuckled.

Ron rolled his eyes and Hermione couldn’t help giggling, “Oh that’s right. You’re still the same old Draco Malfoy.”

“That’s right.” Draco beamed.

“Yup. Same Draco, but in love.”

Draco looked away, blushing.

Suddenly there was a timid knock on the door. All three heads turned to see who it was.

“Come in.” Hermione said.

First head to pop through the crack of the door was a redheaded one with bright brown eyes.

“May we come in?” Ginny asked.

“We?” Ron blinked.

The second head that popped into view had darker hair.

“Hi.” Cho smiled. “We’ve come to see how Harry is.”

Draco looked over at his sleeping beauty, “Still out of it.”

Cho walked over to one side of Harry and Ginny went to the other. Almost at the same time, the girls put their hands on Harry’s forehead.

“He’s warm.” Cho said. She looked over at Draco who was looking either worried or jealous.

“What do you mean by that?”

Cho looked over at Draco with a serious expression. “I mean his forehead is really warm. Are people in comas supposed to be this warm? It’s kof cof clammy too.”

Draco rushed over next to Cho and put his hand on Harry’s forehead. It *was* rather warm. Shoue tee tell the nurse or Dumbledore? It seemed that Weasley had the same thought.

“Maybe we should tell Madam Pomfrey?”

Draco nodded, “Yeah, I was thinking that same thing.”

“I’ll go get her.” Ginny said, and then left.

~*~

When Harry blinked again, and the swirl of green left, he found himself on the Quidditch field. He looked around, noticing that the Gryffindor team was up in the air and it looked like they were practicing. There were a few people in the bleachers watching, and some, Harry noticed, fro from different Houses. There were a handful of Hufflepuffs, some Ravenclaws, and even four Slytherins. The rest were from Gryffindor, cheering their Housemates on.

Harry looked up and noticed that his father was soaring toward a goal post, Quaffle under his arm. Oh, yeah, his father was a Chaser. [1] So, if his father was there. . . yup, his mother was in the stands surrounded by a bunch of other Gryffindor girls. She looked ecstatic as she watched James fly.

Harry went back to watching his past father fly, score ten points, and then soar around the goal post with a loud ‘whoop’. The team whooped with him, like an echo, and then another Chaser took the Quaffle and zoomed toward the other goal. They weren’t too bad with the older broomsticks. But back then, these brooms were the best. Harry wondered what his father would say if he knew that he had the best broom made. He’d probably throw Harry a party and make him practice, which he did anyways.

The referee, who wasn’t Hooch, Harry noticed, blew the whistle. Their practice session was over. Harry continued to watch James swoop down toward the stands and then land gracefully in front of the bleachers that Lily was sitting at.

“A word, m’lady?” James smiled.

The girls around Lily all ‘ooo-ed’ at this, and a couple even nudged her, winking. Harry thought he even heard one of the girls’ shout, “Go get ‘im, Lil!”

Lily, looking very excited, skipped down the bleachers with a big smile on her face. From the last step, she leapt up into the air, knowing that James would catch her, and he did. James grabbed hold of Lily and flung her around in a circle before he put her down onto the ground.

“That was fun.” Lily said with red cheeks.

“Not as much fun as we’re going to have soon.” James winked.

Harry’s eyes bugged out, as did Lily’s.

“Why, Mr. Potter, I thought you wanted to wait until the honeymoon!”

James laughed. “Not *that*, you silly red-head! I shall show you.” He grabbed onto her hand and pulled her toward the castle. Harry followed.

They soon reached the Gryffindor common room. “Flibberty-jibbit.” James said, and the painting swung open. Harry followed them in.

“Close your eyes.” James told her.

Lily shut her eyes tightly. James led her by the hand over to the fireplace. Harry had the urge to do the same as his mum, but he was too curious. He watched in rapt excitement as James pulled out his wand. His father muttered something, and pink and gold sparks flew from the tip of his wand.

“You can open them now.” James said.

The fireplace was now neatly decorated. The whole area was glittering and shining, with a real romantic atmosphere. There were bottles of butterbeer on a small table, along with what looked like a very wonderful dinner. Lily smiled at James.

“Oh, a romantic dinner for just the two of us?”

James nodded, turning pink. “I know, it’s so not like me. But I have other plans afterwards. . .”

Lily raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. “I’m curious now.”

The two enjoyed their food and butterbeer, laughing and having a grand old time. Harry wondered about the other Gryffindors, but he figured that his father must have taken care of that. Lily didn’t seem to wonder about it as she smiled and laughed, clearly loving the moment. Harry felt his face break into a wide smile.

When dinner was over with, they stood up, James took out his wand and cleared everything away. He took her hand again and led her up to his room. Harry wasn’t sure if he should watch, but he was curious, so he trotted up the stairs after them. This was his father’s memories, after all. He just had to know as much as possible before this Pensieve quit.

There was no one in the boys’ dorm either, Harry noted. James and Lily were all alone now. Harry blushed, but then remembered that his father wanted to wait to do *that* at their honeymoon, so he was sure that they wouldn’t start getting too dirty.

James walked over to his bed, pulled something out from his trunk at the foot of his bed. It looked like a large locket and it was in the shape of a heart with a flower on the front, a ‘lily’ to be more precise. With a flushed face, James turned the heart-shaped box thing at Lily. “Take out your wand.” He told her.

Puzzled, Lily did as told, and pointed it at James.

James smiled, “Ok, tap the end of your wand in the middle of the heart and say ‘I solemnly swear that I love James Potter with all my heart’.”

Lily laughed, “You are something else!” She moved closer, so close now that the heart-shaped locket was almost touching her chest. She tapped her wand on the heart and said, “I solemnly swear that I *love* James Potter with all my heart.”

The locket opened, a bright beam of light emitted from under the lid of the locket, making Lily shield her eyes slightly. There, in the middle of the locket, was a tiny, shimmering diamond ring.

Both Lily and Harry’s eyes bugged out again.

“James?” Lily’s voice cracked.

Harry’s father took out the ring, went down on one knee, and then took Lily’s hand. He looked up at her with a small flush. Lily was way redder than James was, and it looked like she was about to burst into tears. Harry felt that he was smiling as well as he watched this wonderful scene.

“Lily? Would you do me the great honors in being my wife?” James slowly put the ring next to her ring finger, waiting for an answer.

Lily choked on her tears. “Yes. . .” She finally whispered, “Oh yes, I will!”

James slipped the ring onto Lily’s finger and stood up. Before he even got fully to his feet, Lily had flung her arms around his neck. James almost tipped over from the force of her hug, but he put his arms around her to steady themselves.

“I love you so much, James Potter.”

“I love you too, Lily Evans.”

With stinging eyes, Harry watched the scene before him begin to swirl, and then all went black again.

~*~

Not only did Ginny return with Madam Pomfrey, but she also had Dumbledore behind her. This shocked the other three into standing up.

“Hello, Professor Dumbledore.” Ron said.

“Hi, Headmaster.” Said Hermione and Cho Chang.

Draco just stared.

“Hello, Ron, Hermione, Cho. . . Draco. What seems to be the problem?”

“It’s Harry.” Hermione said. “He seems to have a fever.”

“Oh? Does he now?” Dumbledore walked over to the fallen Harry and placed a wrinkly hand on Harry’s forehead. “Hmm. . . indeed he seems to be burning up.” Before he could say anymore, Pomfrey had a cold compress in hand. Dumbledore noticed immediately and moved his hand out of the way for her. She placed the cool cloth onto Harry’s head.

“Is it normal then?” Ron asked.

Dumbledore looked at Ron and then back over to Harry, “I don’t think that it is normal, but I don’t think that he’s in any danger.”

“What’s wrong with him then, Professor?” Ginny asked with a small pout.

Professor Dumbledore walked around to stand by the foot of Harry’s bed. “There is something going on inside of his mind right now. I’m not sure exactly what it is myself, but it’s not life threatening. His body is just reacting to whatever’s going on in his mind.”

“Is he having flashbacks?” Hermione asked.

Dumbledore shrugged softly, “It’s possible. There are many things that it could be. With Harry, you never know.”

“That’s for sure.” Ron chuckled.

Dumbledore looked over at Draco, who hadn’t said anything yet. “Draco? Anything on your mind?”

Draco jumped when Dumbledore called his name. He looked over at the Headmaster and shrugged. “Just thinking, sir.” Draco said in a soft voice.

Everyone looked at each other, minus Draco and Harry. Draco had been staring at Harry the whole time that Dumbledore got there.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why?” Draco sounded a bit agitated, like he wasn’t in the mood to be talking about it now.

“You seem so distant. Do you have anything to add to the conversation? It might help.”

Draco closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair. “Who would it help? What I’m thinking won’t help Harry any, or help the situation, it’ll just make things worse.”

“I see.” Dumbledore turned to walk out, “Keep an eye on him.” He was saying to everyone but mostly meant it for Draco. “Make sure he sees you when he wakes up.” With that, Dumbledore left.

“Did he mean Draco?” Hermione asked.

Draco raised his eyes to look at Granger and lifted one elegant eyebrow.

~*~

Harry felt strangely weak. His spirit, or whatever you call it, was starting to feel less solid. He looked ahead of him and noticed that he was in some kind of hospital. He saw a bed to his right, and in the bed was a sore looking Lily Potter.

“Mum. . .” Harry whispered.

She looked like she was panting harshly, but Harry couldn’t hear anything. Was the pensieve dissolving? He looked down at his hands, fanning them out in front of them, and noticed that they were becoming transparent.

Harry turned his eyes back over to where his mother was lying. He finally realized that her stomach was huge, and that she was pushing. . . Lily was pregnant and going into labor!

A doctor, probably a wizard, and his assistant came into the room closely followed by Harry’s father.

‘Hold on, Lily,’ Harry saw his father’s lips say. He couldn’t hear anything going on, like a bubble was surrounding him, or a silence charm. It looked like Lily was screaming now as she held James’ hand.

Harry couldn’t tell what his mum was saying, her mouth was moving in a strange way, like she was pausing to pant or scream. James gripped onto Lily’s hand for dear life, whispering words of encouragement.

Soon, after what seemed like a half hour, or maybe one, the doctor was between Lily’s legs and pulling something out. The next thing Harry knew, his ears were popping like the bubble around him had broke. He jolted when he heard a sudden cry.

“It’s a boy.” Harry heard the doctor say. “Would you like to cut the umbilical cord, Mr. Potter?”

James nodded wordlessly, walked over to where the doctor was, and took the small scissors from him. James clipped the little umbilical cord that connected son to mother.

“He has your mouth.” Lily said with a small smile.

James laughed and then Harry noticed that he had tears in his eyes. “I’m a father. . .”

The doctor cleaned the baby and then handed him to Lily. Both James and Lily smiled widely as they looked down at their little bundle of joy.

“Harry. . . my little Harry Potter.”

Baby Harry opened his eyes and looked up at his mother. Harry’s parents gasped when their baby son smiled up at them.

Harry felt himself begin to disappear completely as the room went black.

~TBC~

[1] I’m going by what J.K. Rowling had said, not by the movie. Harry’s father was actually a Chaser. ^_^

And just to clear something else up, yes Lily was the one that gave Harry these memories. Isn’t that sweet of her?