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Going Strange
Chapter Number/Total: 17/52
Chapter Title: Going Strange
Words: 2983 Words
Harry chuckled gently as Draco kissed him and was still smiling when he pulled back. "So, what else is on the agenda today? Besides very probably more sex tonight, of course."
A high-pitched squeal startled them both. Draco rolled his eyes again. "We forgot the Silencing Charm," he said, laughing.
Harry laughed too, shaking his head. "I'm surprised he was quiet this long," he said.
"He just wants attention," Draco said with a sigh. "You just fed him."
Harry kissed Draco and then sat up. "Cleaning Charm?" he asked, intending to get Valen from his cot.
Draco nodded and Summoned his wand, casting charms for both of them. "I am always covered in goo." He chuckled.
Harry snorted as he moved across the bed and retrieved their squirming son. "You bring it upon yourself," he said, grinning crookedly. "You're always turning me on."
"Yeah, all my fault." Draco smirked. "And when it's not you, it's that one spitting up on me."
Harry chuckled. "He makes sure we both get our fair share," he said. "Don't you?" he said to Valen, rubbing his nose against the baby's gently.
Valen squealed, happily babbling and making faces at Harry.
Draco laughed, laying back and stretching out on the bed.
Harry couldn't describe how happy having his family made him. Indescribably happy beyond any words. Just their sounds made his heart full to bursting and he knew his life would be over if he ever lost them. He could hardly bear to think of any existence without the two.
"Hand him over." Draco smiled, reaching for the baby.
Harry smiled too and passed Valen to Draco, lying next to them and propping his head up on his hand.
Draco laid the infant on his chest, so that the boy lay face down. Valen pushed so that he was holding his head up. Green eyes looked into Draco's. "Pretty boy," Draco cooed at him, patting his back.
Harry sighed happily, watching Draco and Valen with soft eyes. He sighed yet again. "What do we do?" he asked quietly, his previous thoughts leading him to thinking of Voldemort.
"We keep doing what we can to fight Him," Draco said, looking over at his husband. Then he turned back to Valen, lifting him above himself and smiling up at the infant. Valen squealed and wiggled his arms and legs.
Harry nodded. "I know," he said, still quiet. "I mean now. We have an Order meeting this week. I only just remembered."
Valen squealed even louder. "He wants to fly," Draco said, rolling off the bed with the baby still in his hands.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled, despite thinking about what he'd just brought up. "Of course he does," he said. "He's half Potter."
"And the other half Malfoy." Draco laughed, holding Valen and "flying" him around the room. "Which means no one will catch him!"
Harry raised his eyebrows as he watched Draco run around the room completely naked with Valen, pretending to fly him no less. It wasn't long before Harry was positively choking with laughter at the sight, his stomach cramping from it.
Valen squealed happily and Draco was laughing too. Panting, Draco stood next to the bed, holding their son in his hands. "What?" he asked his husband, who was curled into a ball on the bed, laughing.
Tears were gathering in Harry's eyes and he tried to catch his breath, although it was hard as he couldn't seem to stop laughing. He didn't know if he could explain how incredibly, unbelievably funny his usually dignified husband had looked running about the room with his cock out.
Draco's eyebrows shot up and he smirked. He held Valen up to his face. "I think your Daddy Harry has gone barmy on us," he told the baby.
That only made Harry laugh harder. "Oh ... Merlin!" he managed to get out between laughs. "I can't ... breathe!"
"See, totally mental," Draco told the wide-eyed baby.
Harry's laughter finally mostly subsided after another minute and he wiped his eyes, sighing with amusement. "Ahh, I needed that," he said. "Perhaps I won't call you sexy snake or devastating dragon. Waggling wonder might be more appropriate." Harry began laughing again, clutching his stomach.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Making fun of that might get you in trouble, Harry," he teased.
"How so?" Harry said, looking up at Draco with sparkling, happy eyes as he panted from his laughter.
"Git," Draco snorted, lying back down with Valen beside him.
Harry hummed happily and turned to look down at his son. "I think you liked it, too," he said to Valen. "Just wait till I get you on a real broom."
Valen burbled happily up at the two of them.
"You know," Harry said to Draco, "now that I think of it, how could he not be a brilliant Seeker with us as dads? I'm the only one in school you couldn't beat."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You still owe me a match," he drawled.
Harry grinned slyly. "Are you sure you want to risk it?" he said smugly.
"Risk beating you." Draco smirked.
"Risk losing you mean," Harry said challengingly with a smirk of his own.
"Not likely, Potter." Draco grinned. Valen squealed again.
"Oh, we'll see, Malfoy," Harry said. "Youngest Seeker in a century here, remember? Which you are responsible for I might add."
"What?" Draco looked sceptical.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "If you hadn't taken Neville's Remembrall, I would never have come after you and McGonagall wouldn't have put me on the team."
Draco snorted. "Of course," he drawled. "They always did reward you for breaking the rules."
"Hey, I was good, damnit," Harry said with pretend indignance. "And you broke the rules first, not me."
Draco smirked. "It was brilliant," he said. "You were so angry and so hot."
Harry snorted. "We were eleven, love," he said, grinning.
"I know." Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "And I had so much fun messing with you."
"Prat," said Harry, smiling. "You tried everything you bloody could to get me in trouble."
"I did anything I could that got your attention," Draco corrected, "and you already know why." He looked at the infant and told him, "Don't be as thick as your Daddy Harry, okay?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "If there's someone you fancy in school," he said to the baby, "do not take Daddy Draco's approach."
"No," Draco said, "corner him in the locker room and shag him senseless. You will both feel better."
Harry snorted. "Yes, hopefully that works out for you," he said. "Mind you, you will be gorgeous, so you probably won't need to do any cornering."
Draco chuckled. "Yes," he cooed to the baby. "My pretty boy can have anyone he wants."
"Probably quite literally," Harry said, grinning. "Look at him."
"He is amazing," Draco said with a sigh, looking fondly at the wriggling baby.
"Very," Harry agreed. "Very, very amazing. I still wonder what he will be, although it's quite hard to tell when he still can't talk."
"With both our primary magical talents?" Draco asked. "Anything he wants to be."
Harry snorted. "I meant in Hogwarts," he said.
Draco snorted. "Oh, don't start that again."
Harry chuckled. "I don't care what he is," he said, kissing Valen's forehead. "I don't even care if he's a Hufflepuff."
"Merlin forbid." Draco laughed. "In the meantime, no brooms until after he can walk."
Harry smiled amusedly and nodded. "He can't even eat solid foods yet."
"Just a steady diet of magical milk." Draco smirked.
"Yep," Harry said. "And quite luckily it didn't come at the expense of my flat chest. Do you have any idea what I would've done if I'd gotten breasts?"
Draco rolled his eyes and made a face. "I don't think they would suit you," he said.
Harry made a face too, shivering at the very thought of what he would look like. "I enjoy being a bloke," he said.
Draco smirked. "I think I quite enjoy it too."
Harry grinned again. "Very good," he said. "I wouldn't know what to think if you didn't."
"Well, I have touched breasts, you know," Draco teased him. "And they were fun to play with."
Harry made a face again, half amused. "Would they have been on me?" he asked.
Draco made another face too. "You are going strange, Potter," he scoffed.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't saying they would be," he said. "I must say, I'm rather glad you don't like the thought of that. If there's one thing I would never do if it turned you on, it would be getting girl parts."
"Good," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not the one who had a baby or suggested someone wear make-up."
Harry flushed deeply. "Having a baby has nothing to do with anything. And it isn't really make-up. I didn't tell you to put lipstick on or any of that crap. Frankly, I think that would turn me off. And I said you didn't have to do it."
Draco laughed and shook his head. Valen went quiet, his eyes wide. "That my son," he said softly, "is why I did it all. Look at the green fire!" The infant seemed to being doing just that, staring at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes, still flushed slightly,
Valen reached his hands out and burbled at Harry.
Harry smiled softly and lifted Valen into his arms. "You have that green fire, too," he said quietly to him. "Maybe when you're older we can gang up on him."
Draco lay back, smiling up at them.
Harry stuck his tongue out at Valen and laughed quietly when Valen tried to make the same face. Harry snorted and then made another face, wrinkling his nose. "Did you go to the bathroom on me?" he asked the burbling baby.
"Your turn to change him," Draco said from the bed.
Harry huffed, knowing Draco was right. He laid Valen on the bed and took the little pyjamas off him before he Summoned a nappy and wipes from where they lay next to the cot. He'd grown used to this, but he still thought it was rather gross. When he opened the nappy, he made yet another face. "Merlin, son, you're trying to kill me," he said, leaning slightly away as if he were in danger of being harmed, which wasn't completely uncalled for. Valen had peed on him many times already when his nappy was off him.
"Hey, you peed on me," Draco pointed out.
Harry wiped at Valen with as little of his hand as he could, not breathing through his nose. "What does that have to do with being peed on by our son?" he said. "I swear he tries to get me every time! It's like he holds it until he's naked!"
"So, are we staying in the room all day?" Draco asked his husband.
Harry sighed. "Well, we can't, can we?" he said, wishing they could.
"Not every day," Draco said. "We have an Order meeting day after tomorrow."
"I know," Harry said, finishing up with Valen and dressing him again. "I mentioned it earlier."
"How do you want to handle it?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," Harry answered. "How do I handle it? I'd call it off if I could."
Draco sighed. "We have work to do," he said.
"I know, but I'm going to have to keep it off everything important," Harry said. "You know everyone who lives with us will be there and you know what that means."
Draco sat up. "Harry, you can't do this," he said angrily. "If you let this stop the Order, then He wins."
Harry looked at Draco incredulously. "How am I supposed to just spill everything with a spy there? If he finds out our plans, He wins that way too."
"Do you have an alternative?" Draco asked.
Harry sighed and Banished the old nappy with a wave of his hand. "No, and that's the problem," he said. "I don't know what to do. What's the right course of action?"
"I don't know either," Draco admitted. "We can't stop everything because of a possible leak. We need a way to find out who it is."
"I know," Harry said, rubbing his forehead. "But how do you find out if someone is under Imperius?" He refused to think that any of the Weasleys would work for Voldemort of their own free will.
"It has always been a possibility," Draco said. "That's why it was such a problem last time. And we don't have time to just wait until they tip their hand."
"So we've got to find out who it is before they can get the information to Voldemort after the meeting," said Harry. "Of course, it would be better to find out before the meeting at all, but I suppose we can't guarantee that."
"I think we need to talk to Snape directly," Draco said. "He might have more information."
Harry frowned. "What do we do with Valen?" he asked.
"We can't take him outside, and we can't leave him behind," Draco groaned.
Harry sighed. "Can Snape come here?" he asked, but he knew how risky that would be. Snape would be majorly jeopardising his cover.
"And then the spy tells Voldemort and he is dead," Draco said, closing his eyes, a headache forming behind them.
Harry sighed heavily again. "Well, what are we going to do with Valen when the meeting comes up anyway?" he said. "We'll be in the same situation."
Draco took several deep breaths. "The leak is in our household," Draco said, "and Voldemort knows about Valen. So there is no point in keeping him secret from the rest of the Order."
Harry bit his lip and stared at their son. "I suppose you're right," he said to Draco after a pause. "What choice do we have?"
"I wouldn't take him to Hogsmeade," Draco said, rolling on his side to look at the little one, "but maybe we should bring him to Grimmauld with us for the meeting."
"He would be safe there," said Harry. "It's even safer than here. Who's to say Voldemort can't get past these wards? He already has in a way."
"Do you want to move back to Grimmauld?" Draco asked.
Harry sat thinking for a few moments. "I love it here," he said finally. "I’ve come to think of here as much more than a home than Grimmauld was, but perhaps we should move back. At least until it's safe."
Draco reached his hand out, putting his finger against Valen's palm and watching the infant curl his own fingers around it. "How are we supposed to fight a war with an infant if we can't trust anyone else to watch him?" he asked.
"I did trust the Weasleys ... but I can't." Harry sighed. "Not with my child anyway. Voldemort can get to anyone and I hate that I hadn't thought of that."
"Well, we trust Ron and Hermione," Draco said, "so we may have to ask for more help from them."
"Yes," said Harry, nodding. "They're the only ones I think we can trust completely anymore."
"So the five of us move back to Grimmauld," Draco said, "and we tell people that it's because we can better handle Order business there."
Harry nodded again. "And, well, truthfully it would be easier to handle Order business."
Draco knew Harry was probably right, but he hated giving up the comfort of the Manor. "I'll tell the house-elves to pack our things. Who do we leave in charge of things here?" he asked.
"I think Mr and Mrs Weasley could handle everything all right," said Harry. "And Mr Weasley is the one who does most of the stuff with the Muggles anyway."
"So we leave them in charge," Draco confirmed. "When?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "When what?" he asked.
"How soon do we move?" Draco asked, looking up at him.
Harry gave a small shrug. "Well, I figured the day of the meeting," he said. "Why? Do you want to go sooner?"
"How do we manage there? Do we bring a house-elf with us?" Draco asked.
Harry snorted. "We didn't need a house-elf the last time we were there," he said. He kissed the corner of Draco's mouth, smiling gently. "Will you miss snapping your fingers to get what you want?"
"I will miss not tripping over your clothes on the floor," Draco drawled.
Harry grinned sheepishly. "We can bring one, I suppose," he said. "If you want."
Draco nodded. "One that can cook well."
Harry raised his eyebrows at that. "You didn't like my cooking?" he said, though he didn't have a particular fondness for the job, and didn't care if he did the cooking one way or the other.
Draco considered possible answers and the ramifications. "I think we will have our hands full fighting a war and taking care of Valen," he said cautiously.
Harry shrugged. "I guess," he said simply, and then he lay down on his back and sighed. "I'm going to miss this bed rather a lot," he said, feeling the mattress below him.
Valen had fallen asleep holding Draco's finger. Draco looked over at his husband and smiled.
Harry smiled back and then moved to kiss the top of Valen's head. "I will give up my bed for you, my son," he whispered to him.
Draco carefully pulled his finger out of his son's hand and then gently picked him up and moved him to the cot. "I am going to miss the extra large bathtub," he said, sighing.
Harry smiled softly and reached a hand over to pull Draco down to the bed with him. "We'll move back when we've won," he said quietly into his hair.
"Anywhere with you is home," Draco whispered, curling up against his husband.
Chapter Title: Going Strange
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Harry chuckled gently as Draco kissed him and was still smiling when he pulled back. "So, what else is on the agenda today? Besides very probably more sex tonight, of course."
A high-pitched squeal startled them both. Draco rolled his eyes again. "We forgot the Silencing Charm," he said, laughing.
Harry laughed too, shaking his head. "I'm surprised he was quiet this long," he said.
"He just wants attention," Draco said with a sigh. "You just fed him."
Harry kissed Draco and then sat up. "Cleaning Charm?" he asked, intending to get Valen from his cot.
Draco nodded and Summoned his wand, casting charms for both of them. "I am always covered in goo." He chuckled.
Harry snorted as he moved across the bed and retrieved their squirming son. "You bring it upon yourself," he said, grinning crookedly. "You're always turning me on."
"Yeah, all my fault." Draco smirked. "And when it's not you, it's that one spitting up on me."
Harry chuckled. "He makes sure we both get our fair share," he said. "Don't you?" he said to Valen, rubbing his nose against the baby's gently.
Valen squealed, happily babbling and making faces at Harry.
Draco laughed, laying back and stretching out on the bed.
Harry couldn't describe how happy having his family made him. Indescribably happy beyond any words. Just their sounds made his heart full to bursting and he knew his life would be over if he ever lost them. He could hardly bear to think of any existence without the two.
"Hand him over." Draco smiled, reaching for the baby.
Harry smiled too and passed Valen to Draco, lying next to them and propping his head up on his hand.
Draco laid the infant on his chest, so that the boy lay face down. Valen pushed so that he was holding his head up. Green eyes looked into Draco's. "Pretty boy," Draco cooed at him, patting his back.
Harry sighed happily, watching Draco and Valen with soft eyes. He sighed yet again. "What do we do?" he asked quietly, his previous thoughts leading him to thinking of Voldemort.
"We keep doing what we can to fight Him," Draco said, looking over at his husband. Then he turned back to Valen, lifting him above himself and smiling up at the infant. Valen squealed and wiggled his arms and legs.
Harry nodded. "I know," he said, still quiet. "I mean now. We have an Order meeting this week. I only just remembered."
Valen squealed even louder. "He wants to fly," Draco said, rolling off the bed with the baby still in his hands.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled, despite thinking about what he'd just brought up. "Of course he does," he said. "He's half Potter."
"And the other half Malfoy." Draco laughed, holding Valen and "flying" him around the room. "Which means no one will catch him!"
Harry raised his eyebrows as he watched Draco run around the room completely naked with Valen, pretending to fly him no less. It wasn't long before Harry was positively choking with laughter at the sight, his stomach cramping from it.
Valen squealed happily and Draco was laughing too. Panting, Draco stood next to the bed, holding their son in his hands. "What?" he asked his husband, who was curled into a ball on the bed, laughing.
Tears were gathering in Harry's eyes and he tried to catch his breath, although it was hard as he couldn't seem to stop laughing. He didn't know if he could explain how incredibly, unbelievably funny his usually dignified husband had looked running about the room with his cock out.
Draco's eyebrows shot up and he smirked. He held Valen up to his face. "I think your Daddy Harry has gone barmy on us," he told the baby.
That only made Harry laugh harder. "Oh ... Merlin!" he managed to get out between laughs. "I can't ... breathe!"
"See, totally mental," Draco told the wide-eyed baby.
Harry's laughter finally mostly subsided after another minute and he wiped his eyes, sighing with amusement. "Ahh, I needed that," he said. "Perhaps I won't call you sexy snake or devastating dragon. Waggling wonder might be more appropriate." Harry began laughing again, clutching his stomach.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Making fun of that might get you in trouble, Harry," he teased.
"How so?" Harry said, looking up at Draco with sparkling, happy eyes as he panted from his laughter.
"Git," Draco snorted, lying back down with Valen beside him.
Harry hummed happily and turned to look down at his son. "I think you liked it, too," he said to Valen. "Just wait till I get you on a real broom."
Valen burbled happily up at the two of them.
"You know," Harry said to Draco, "now that I think of it, how could he not be a brilliant Seeker with us as dads? I'm the only one in school you couldn't beat."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You still owe me a match," he drawled.
Harry grinned slyly. "Are you sure you want to risk it?" he said smugly.
"Risk beating you." Draco smirked.
"Risk losing you mean," Harry said challengingly with a smirk of his own.
"Not likely, Potter." Draco grinned. Valen squealed again.
"Oh, we'll see, Malfoy," Harry said. "Youngest Seeker in a century here, remember? Which you are responsible for I might add."
"What?" Draco looked sceptical.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "If you hadn't taken Neville's Remembrall, I would never have come after you and McGonagall wouldn't have put me on the team."
Draco snorted. "Of course," he drawled. "They always did reward you for breaking the rules."
"Hey, I was good, damnit," Harry said with pretend indignance. "And you broke the rules first, not me."
Draco smirked. "It was brilliant," he said. "You were so angry and so hot."
Harry snorted. "We were eleven, love," he said, grinning.
"I know." Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "And I had so much fun messing with you."
"Prat," said Harry, smiling. "You tried everything you bloody could to get me in trouble."
"I did anything I could that got your attention," Draco corrected, "and you already know why." He looked at the infant and told him, "Don't be as thick as your Daddy Harry, okay?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "If there's someone you fancy in school," he said to the baby, "do not take Daddy Draco's approach."
"No," Draco said, "corner him in the locker room and shag him senseless. You will both feel better."
Harry snorted. "Yes, hopefully that works out for you," he said. "Mind you, you will be gorgeous, so you probably won't need to do any cornering."
Draco chuckled. "Yes," he cooed to the baby. "My pretty boy can have anyone he wants."
"Probably quite literally," Harry said, grinning. "Look at him."
"He is amazing," Draco said with a sigh, looking fondly at the wriggling baby.
"Very," Harry agreed. "Very, very amazing. I still wonder what he will be, although it's quite hard to tell when he still can't talk."
"With both our primary magical talents?" Draco asked. "Anything he wants to be."
Harry snorted. "I meant in Hogwarts," he said.
Draco snorted. "Oh, don't start that again."
Harry chuckled. "I don't care what he is," he said, kissing Valen's forehead. "I don't even care if he's a Hufflepuff."
"Merlin forbid." Draco laughed. "In the meantime, no brooms until after he can walk."
Harry smiled amusedly and nodded. "He can't even eat solid foods yet."
"Just a steady diet of magical milk." Draco smirked.
"Yep," Harry said. "And quite luckily it didn't come at the expense of my flat chest. Do you have any idea what I would've done if I'd gotten breasts?"
Draco rolled his eyes and made a face. "I don't think they would suit you," he said.
Harry made a face too, shivering at the very thought of what he would look like. "I enjoy being a bloke," he said.
Draco smirked. "I think I quite enjoy it too."
Harry grinned again. "Very good," he said. "I wouldn't know what to think if you didn't."
"Well, I have touched breasts, you know," Draco teased him. "And they were fun to play with."
Harry made a face again, half amused. "Would they have been on me?" he asked.
Draco made another face too. "You are going strange, Potter," he scoffed.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't saying they would be," he said. "I must say, I'm rather glad you don't like the thought of that. If there's one thing I would never do if it turned you on, it would be getting girl parts."
"Good," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not the one who had a baby or suggested someone wear make-up."
Harry flushed deeply. "Having a baby has nothing to do with anything. And it isn't really make-up. I didn't tell you to put lipstick on or any of that crap. Frankly, I think that would turn me off. And I said you didn't have to do it."
Draco laughed and shook his head. Valen went quiet, his eyes wide. "That my son," he said softly, "is why I did it all. Look at the green fire!" The infant seemed to being doing just that, staring at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes, still flushed slightly,
Valen reached his hands out and burbled at Harry.
Harry smiled softly and lifted Valen into his arms. "You have that green fire, too," he said quietly to him. "Maybe when you're older we can gang up on him."
Draco lay back, smiling up at them.
Harry stuck his tongue out at Valen and laughed quietly when Valen tried to make the same face. Harry snorted and then made another face, wrinkling his nose. "Did you go to the bathroom on me?" he asked the burbling baby.
"Your turn to change him," Draco said from the bed.
Harry huffed, knowing Draco was right. He laid Valen on the bed and took the little pyjamas off him before he Summoned a nappy and wipes from where they lay next to the cot. He'd grown used to this, but he still thought it was rather gross. When he opened the nappy, he made yet another face. "Merlin, son, you're trying to kill me," he said, leaning slightly away as if he were in danger of being harmed, which wasn't completely uncalled for. Valen had peed on him many times already when his nappy was off him.
"Hey, you peed on me," Draco pointed out.
Harry wiped at Valen with as little of his hand as he could, not breathing through his nose. "What does that have to do with being peed on by our son?" he said. "I swear he tries to get me every time! It's like he holds it until he's naked!"
"So, are we staying in the room all day?" Draco asked his husband.
Harry sighed. "Well, we can't, can we?" he said, wishing they could.
"Not every day," Draco said. "We have an Order meeting day after tomorrow."
"I know," Harry said, finishing up with Valen and dressing him again. "I mentioned it earlier."
"How do you want to handle it?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," Harry answered. "How do I handle it? I'd call it off if I could."
Draco sighed. "We have work to do," he said.
"I know, but I'm going to have to keep it off everything important," Harry said. "You know everyone who lives with us will be there and you know what that means."
Draco sat up. "Harry, you can't do this," he said angrily. "If you let this stop the Order, then He wins."
Harry looked at Draco incredulously. "How am I supposed to just spill everything with a spy there? If he finds out our plans, He wins that way too."
"Do you have an alternative?" Draco asked.
Harry sighed and Banished the old nappy with a wave of his hand. "No, and that's the problem," he said. "I don't know what to do. What's the right course of action?"
"I don't know either," Draco admitted. "We can't stop everything because of a possible leak. We need a way to find out who it is."
"I know," Harry said, rubbing his forehead. "But how do you find out if someone is under Imperius?" He refused to think that any of the Weasleys would work for Voldemort of their own free will.
"It has always been a possibility," Draco said. "That's why it was such a problem last time. And we don't have time to just wait until they tip their hand."
"So we've got to find out who it is before they can get the information to Voldemort after the meeting," said Harry. "Of course, it would be better to find out before the meeting at all, but I suppose we can't guarantee that."
"I think we need to talk to Snape directly," Draco said. "He might have more information."
Harry frowned. "What do we do with Valen?" he asked.
"We can't take him outside, and we can't leave him behind," Draco groaned.
Harry sighed. "Can Snape come here?" he asked, but he knew how risky that would be. Snape would be majorly jeopardising his cover.
"And then the spy tells Voldemort and he is dead," Draco said, closing his eyes, a headache forming behind them.
Harry sighed heavily again. "Well, what are we going to do with Valen when the meeting comes up anyway?" he said. "We'll be in the same situation."
Draco took several deep breaths. "The leak is in our household," Draco said, "and Voldemort knows about Valen. So there is no point in keeping him secret from the rest of the Order."
Harry bit his lip and stared at their son. "I suppose you're right," he said to Draco after a pause. "What choice do we have?"
"I wouldn't take him to Hogsmeade," Draco said, rolling on his side to look at the little one, "but maybe we should bring him to Grimmauld with us for the meeting."
"He would be safe there," said Harry. "It's even safer than here. Who's to say Voldemort can't get past these wards? He already has in a way."
"Do you want to move back to Grimmauld?" Draco asked.
Harry sat thinking for a few moments. "I love it here," he said finally. "I’ve come to think of here as much more than a home than Grimmauld was, but perhaps we should move back. At least until it's safe."
Draco reached his hand out, putting his finger against Valen's palm and watching the infant curl his own fingers around it. "How are we supposed to fight a war with an infant if we can't trust anyone else to watch him?" he asked.
"I did trust the Weasleys ... but I can't." Harry sighed. "Not with my child anyway. Voldemort can get to anyone and I hate that I hadn't thought of that."
"Well, we trust Ron and Hermione," Draco said, "so we may have to ask for more help from them."
"Yes," said Harry, nodding. "They're the only ones I think we can trust completely anymore."
"So the five of us move back to Grimmauld," Draco said, "and we tell people that it's because we can better handle Order business there."
Harry nodded again. "And, well, truthfully it would be easier to handle Order business."
Draco knew Harry was probably right, but he hated giving up the comfort of the Manor. "I'll tell the house-elves to pack our things. Who do we leave in charge of things here?" he asked.
"I think Mr and Mrs Weasley could handle everything all right," said Harry. "And Mr Weasley is the one who does most of the stuff with the Muggles anyway."
"So we leave them in charge," Draco confirmed. "When?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "When what?" he asked.
"How soon do we move?" Draco asked, looking up at him.
Harry gave a small shrug. "Well, I figured the day of the meeting," he said. "Why? Do you want to go sooner?"
"How do we manage there? Do we bring a house-elf with us?" Draco asked.
Harry snorted. "We didn't need a house-elf the last time we were there," he said. He kissed the corner of Draco's mouth, smiling gently. "Will you miss snapping your fingers to get what you want?"
"I will miss not tripping over your clothes on the floor," Draco drawled.
Harry grinned sheepishly. "We can bring one, I suppose," he said. "If you want."
Draco nodded. "One that can cook well."
Harry raised his eyebrows at that. "You didn't like my cooking?" he said, though he didn't have a particular fondness for the job, and didn't care if he did the cooking one way or the other.
Draco considered possible answers and the ramifications. "I think we will have our hands full fighting a war and taking care of Valen," he said cautiously.
Harry shrugged. "I guess," he said simply, and then he lay down on his back and sighed. "I'm going to miss this bed rather a lot," he said, feeling the mattress below him.
Valen had fallen asleep holding Draco's finger. Draco looked over at his husband and smiled.
Harry smiled back and then moved to kiss the top of Valen's head. "I will give up my bed for you, my son," he whispered to him.
Draco carefully pulled his finger out of his son's hand and then gently picked him up and moved him to the cot. "I am going to miss the extra large bathtub," he said, sighing.
Harry smiled softly and reached a hand over to pull Draco down to the bed with him. "We'll move back when we've won," he said quietly into his hair.
"Anywhere with you is home," Draco whispered, curling up against his husband.