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Security Risk
Chapter Number/Total: 18/52
Chapter Title: Security Risk
Words: 2296 Words
After a long morning of moving back into Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and painfully bidding his and Draco's beautiful, comfortable home goodbye, Harry actually felt better. He felt good knowing that Voldemort couldn't get to his family in the Black house. He felt safer knowing that he could keep an eye on Valen and Draco at all times much easier. Yes, he missed their bed and his huge closet and their enormous bathroom, but he could very much live without it.
He looked over at Draco lying with Valen on their old bed as he himself finished stuffing the rest of his clothes into the dresser, which he had neglected to do earlier. He suspected Order members would be arriving soon and some of them were probably already there, but he and Draco had kept out of sight so that they didn't have to explain the baby a thousand times. It was better to get it done all in one go.
"I forgot how musty this place smells," Draco complained, wrinkling his nose. He was dressed for the meeting, lying on the bed with Valen on his chest.
Harry rolled his eyes a bit. "It's not that bad," he said. He wasn't too affected by the smell, having lived in a cupboard most of his childhood.
Draco rolled his eyes, wondering if his husband's sense of smell was dead. "You should see if he will eat now," he suggested, "so you don't have to stop in the meeting."
Harry was vainly trying to get a shirt into the small space in the drawer, but he simply surrendered and balled the shirt up, stuffing it in roughly. "Yeah, all right," he said to Draco's suggestion, turning and pulling his top off before reaching for the baby.
Draco's eyes turned soft as he watched Valen suckle. It was a beautiful sight. Then he tried to remember what he'd been about to say. "So, we need to go over the list of prisoners brought in by the raids and which ones are in our dungeons," he reminded Harry.
Harry nodded. "And Hagrid will be here soon, too," he said. "And we have to see if Lupin's actually gotten any of the werewolves on our side. I know things don't look too good with that, but maybe he's managed a few."
Draco nodded, noting it on the parchment he had written the agenda on. He smiled a bit when he noticed his son's toes curling as he suckled.
"I don't know if Lee's coming today or if he's working, but are we going to the Ministry on Sunday?" Harry asked. He looked down at Valen as he said it, realising that there was going to be no way possible that they could be with him at all times.
"That's the plan," Draco said, knowing what Harry was thinking. "So Ron and Hermione will need to watch him."
Harry nodded. He knew they could trust Ron and Hermione, knew that they would die before letting any harm come to Valen, but he still intended to spend as little time in the Ministry as was needed.
There was a knock at the door and Draco looked up to see if Harry was ready.
At that precise moment, Valen released Harry's nipple, but was still wide awake, having taken a nap a short time ago. Harry Summoned a cloth to put over his shoulder and then lifted Valen to it, calling, "Come in," at the door.
Hermione stepped into the room and gave the small family on the bed a smile. "Pretty much everyone's here," she said. "Just waiting for you before we start."
Harry nodded. "Be down in just a minute," he said, patting Valen's back lightly.
Draco rolled off the bed and reached for their son. "I'll burp him," he said. "You get dressed."
Harry handed the cloth and the baby over to Draco and then pushed himself up from the bed and to his feet. He pulled out a new shirt to put on and pointedly picked up his old one, grinning crookedly at Draco as he did. "See, I'm getting better," he said, throwing the article of clothing into the laundry basket in the room.
Draco raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything, rubbing Valen's back until the baby made a loud belch and spit up on the rag. He cleaned the messy baby and shook his head, thinking that it must've been something Valen had gotten from Harry.
"So we just take him down right like this?" Harry asked, selecting a baby toy from Fred and George out of Valen's cot. He figured it would keep him occupied and quiet during the meeting.
Draco tucked the baby in the crook of his arm and nodded. "After you," he said.
Harry gave a short nod and then opened the door and stepped through it. He made his way quietly down the stairs, being careful not to wake Mrs. Black as he was sure Valen wouldn't like that one single bit. He could hear the voices of the crowd gathered below, and travelled down the kitchen steps, waiting for Draco at the bottom and nodding to the people who voiced their greeting.
It didn't take long before half the room was staring at Draco. He ignored them for the moment, sitting down beside Harry and adjusting Valen so he could see people.
Harry scooted his chair up to the table and folded his arms across it, smiling slightly.
Moody was the first to speak up. "Who's that?" he growled, pointing a gnarled finger at Valen.
There were a few quiet mutterings as the group confusedly took in Valen's looks and big green eyes.
Draco smiled and looked at Harry, waiting for him to explain.
"That would be my son," Harry said, watching the rather predictable reactions as eyes widened and mouths dropped.
"Son?" asked Lee, who had indeed been able to get off work, it seemed.
Harry nodded and chuckled as old Dedalus Diggle dropped his top hat in a start of surprise.
"How ...?" asked several people at once.
"To put it rather shortly, and rather shockingly I would presume, I was pregnant. It's why I didn't go to meetings for a couple months," Harry said, watching as eyes grew even wider and more disbelieving at that.
Valen burbled, shaking a magic rattle the twins had made for him. Draco smoothed the blond fluff that was Valen's hair back from his face. "Valentine Leander Malfoy," he said, introducing their son.
"Dung," said Moody, waving Harry and Draco off with a scarred hand. "That kid isn't yours and don't try to tell me he is. You aren't going to tell me two men made a baby."
Harry raised an amused eyebrow. "I assure you he came out of me and was ... put there by Draco," he said.
"Rubbish," said Moody.
"How?" asked Lee, looking sceptical but interested.
Draco rolled his eyes and kissed the top of Valen's head. "Magic," he said, shrugging.
"You were pregnant, Harry?" asked Sturgis Podmore.
Harry nodded again, wondering if he was actually going to have to show them all the scar on his belly.
"Harry's wild magic has been explained here before," said Hermione in a voice of reason. "That, combined with the power of Malfoy Manor, allowed Harry to carry a child. The Manor accepted Harry, as it could sense that he would be able to produce a Malfoy heir. The pregnancy was faster than that of a woman's, and while we can't be exactly sure, it was most likely because Harry's body wouldn't have been able to carry a baby for nine months without nearly killing him. The pregnancy was magical and really not the only odd thing Harry has done."
Harry raised his eyebrows, smiling amusedly. "Well said, Hermione."
Draco smiled and nodded, not actually commenting. You only had to look at Valen to know the truth of it.
"We were all there through the mood swings," said Ron, grinning.
"And the vomiting," said George.
"And the cravings," said Mrs Weasley, smiling gently at Valen.
Harry sighed guiltily, unable to erase the thoughts of there being a spy among the people he loved most.
Draco snorted, remembering the last and very messy part. "We have tried to keep him a secret," he said, "but the Death Eaters know about him."
Harry nodded, anger flitting through him quickly. "We've decided to move back here, though, as it will be much easier for me to head the Order, obviously, and so we thought we'd introduce our boy." He smiled. "We can't keep him a secret forever."
Shacklebolt looked toward Tonks who shrugged and nodded that she had known. He frowned. "This does add to our security problems," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow, giving him a questioning look. "Security problems?"
"He will be a target," Shacklebolt said bluntly.
Harry's fists clenched for a moment. "He already has been," he said. "That night when you were called from London, Tonks called you to help save Draco after I had escaped with Valen by the skin of my teeth. Macnair captured us both and I had the baby on a dirty mattress in a Muggle basement with no wand to use. It's a wonder Valen and I are alive."
There were several horrified gasps around the room. "I see," Shacklebolt said, "and without knowing about the baby, we would be caught unaware."
Draco nodded, understanding why Shacklebolt didn't like being left out of information. "The house we were held at is one of the Malfoy estate holdings," Draco said. "How have the investigations of the others on the list been going?"
That seemed to improve the Auror's attitude. "We found three different buildings that had Death Eaters living there and were able to round up a dozen of them. Two other buildings had signs of recent occupation and we're keeping an eye on them."
Harry's eyes widened and his blood ran slightly cold. "A dozen?" he asked. He supposed that he really shouldn't have been surprised by the number. Voldemort was known for snatching up followers quicker than lightning.
"Thanks to the information you gave us," Tonks said, "we caught 'em by surprise."
Harry nodded. "That's good," he said. "I just didn't know his numbers were already so large."
"Of course they are," growled Moody.
"It will be hard to know their true strength," Draco said. "Secrecy and fear protects them."
"Always has," squeaked Dedalus.
Harry sighed and nodded. "So what's our status? Numbers might not be the most important thing, but it will be important eventually."
Remus cleared his throat before speaking. "Most werewolves will side with him," he said. "Even those who don't approve of his methods are angry for the way the wizarding world has treated them."
Harry winced slightly. "And Voldemort's promising them rights, isn't he?" he said.
"More than rights." Remus frowned. "Power, and the chance to punish those who have hurt them."
"This is risking turning others then," Harry said. "Do any of them want to fight against him?"
"Yes," Remus sighed, "but they are afraid of both him and the others of their kind. One werewolf I heard of was literally ripped apart by his pack when he tried to argue against joining."
"Well, there's no question that we're going to need them. If we go into battle ...." Harry trailed off unpleasantly.
"Then a lot of us will be ripped to shreds or turned," said Moody, popping his magical eye out to clean it.
"It's the solitaries we have the best chance with," Remus explained. "But they are, for obvious reasons, harder to find."
Harry nodded. "Well, we still have time, though I'm not going to pretend like it's much."
"What's that plan of yours with the Ministry, boy?" Moody asked.
Harry tensed slightly. He had told the Order a bit of his plan when Lee had been inducted, but the only people that knew about it fully were the twins, Lee, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, of course.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
"We are still researching that," Draco said firmly but quietly. Valen squirmed in his lap and he frowned, realising the infant needed a change.
Harry nodded. "We don't have all the details ourselves yet."
"Sunday?" asked Lee.
"If you can manage it," Harry said, trying not to wince at the fact that it had just been made rather obvious that they would be out on Sunday.
Valen was making the face he usually did just before he started crying. "Excuse us a moment," Draco said, standing up and making his way out of the room.
Harry watched him go, realising that he didn't even like Valen and Draco out of his sight even now.
***
Harry was pretty much certain that Order meetings were only a source of frustration for him anymore. They only served to remind him of how difficult everything was going to be and how very dirty Voldemort played. It was hard to fight a moral-less enemy. Anything was game as far as Lord Voldemort was concerned. Anything.
Hagrid was coming the next week and perhaps he would have good news. Harry had hope at least. They had caught twelve Death Eaters, which was encouraging and yet disconcerting at the same time. Harry couldn't help but think that the twelve hadn't been too large a chunk from Voldemort, while it would have killed his own side. And Voldemort had a bloody spy. Voldemort couldn't use Snape anymore inside the Order, and had improvised, but it was worse now, as this spy was real, unlike Snape had been. Harry grew more and more anxious about it all.
Chapter Title: Security Risk
Words: 2296 Words
After a long morning of moving back into Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and painfully bidding his and Draco's beautiful, comfortable home goodbye, Harry actually felt better. He felt good knowing that Voldemort couldn't get to his family in the Black house. He felt safer knowing that he could keep an eye on Valen and Draco at all times much easier. Yes, he missed their bed and his huge closet and their enormous bathroom, but he could very much live without it.
He looked over at Draco lying with Valen on their old bed as he himself finished stuffing the rest of his clothes into the dresser, which he had neglected to do earlier. He suspected Order members would be arriving soon and some of them were probably already there, but he and Draco had kept out of sight so that they didn't have to explain the baby a thousand times. It was better to get it done all in one go.
"I forgot how musty this place smells," Draco complained, wrinkling his nose. He was dressed for the meeting, lying on the bed with Valen on his chest.
Harry rolled his eyes a bit. "It's not that bad," he said. He wasn't too affected by the smell, having lived in a cupboard most of his childhood.
Draco rolled his eyes, wondering if his husband's sense of smell was dead. "You should see if he will eat now," he suggested, "so you don't have to stop in the meeting."
Harry was vainly trying to get a shirt into the small space in the drawer, but he simply surrendered and balled the shirt up, stuffing it in roughly. "Yeah, all right," he said to Draco's suggestion, turning and pulling his top off before reaching for the baby.
Draco's eyes turned soft as he watched Valen suckle. It was a beautiful sight. Then he tried to remember what he'd been about to say. "So, we need to go over the list of prisoners brought in by the raids and which ones are in our dungeons," he reminded Harry.
Harry nodded. "And Hagrid will be here soon, too," he said. "And we have to see if Lupin's actually gotten any of the werewolves on our side. I know things don't look too good with that, but maybe he's managed a few."
Draco nodded, noting it on the parchment he had written the agenda on. He smiled a bit when he noticed his son's toes curling as he suckled.
"I don't know if Lee's coming today or if he's working, but are we going to the Ministry on Sunday?" Harry asked. He looked down at Valen as he said it, realising that there was going to be no way possible that they could be with him at all times.
"That's the plan," Draco said, knowing what Harry was thinking. "So Ron and Hermione will need to watch him."
Harry nodded. He knew they could trust Ron and Hermione, knew that they would die before letting any harm come to Valen, but he still intended to spend as little time in the Ministry as was needed.
There was a knock at the door and Draco looked up to see if Harry was ready.
At that precise moment, Valen released Harry's nipple, but was still wide awake, having taken a nap a short time ago. Harry Summoned a cloth to put over his shoulder and then lifted Valen to it, calling, "Come in," at the door.
Hermione stepped into the room and gave the small family on the bed a smile. "Pretty much everyone's here," she said. "Just waiting for you before we start."
Harry nodded. "Be down in just a minute," he said, patting Valen's back lightly.
Draco rolled off the bed and reached for their son. "I'll burp him," he said. "You get dressed."
Harry handed the cloth and the baby over to Draco and then pushed himself up from the bed and to his feet. He pulled out a new shirt to put on and pointedly picked up his old one, grinning crookedly at Draco as he did. "See, I'm getting better," he said, throwing the article of clothing into the laundry basket in the room.
Draco raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything, rubbing Valen's back until the baby made a loud belch and spit up on the rag. He cleaned the messy baby and shook his head, thinking that it must've been something Valen had gotten from Harry.
"So we just take him down right like this?" Harry asked, selecting a baby toy from Fred and George out of Valen's cot. He figured it would keep him occupied and quiet during the meeting.
Draco tucked the baby in the crook of his arm and nodded. "After you," he said.
Harry gave a short nod and then opened the door and stepped through it. He made his way quietly down the stairs, being careful not to wake Mrs. Black as he was sure Valen wouldn't like that one single bit. He could hear the voices of the crowd gathered below, and travelled down the kitchen steps, waiting for Draco at the bottom and nodding to the people who voiced their greeting.
It didn't take long before half the room was staring at Draco. He ignored them for the moment, sitting down beside Harry and adjusting Valen so he could see people.
Harry scooted his chair up to the table and folded his arms across it, smiling slightly.
Moody was the first to speak up. "Who's that?" he growled, pointing a gnarled finger at Valen.
There were a few quiet mutterings as the group confusedly took in Valen's looks and big green eyes.
Draco smiled and looked at Harry, waiting for him to explain.
"That would be my son," Harry said, watching the rather predictable reactions as eyes widened and mouths dropped.
"Son?" asked Lee, who had indeed been able to get off work, it seemed.
Harry nodded and chuckled as old Dedalus Diggle dropped his top hat in a start of surprise.
"How ...?" asked several people at once.
"To put it rather shortly, and rather shockingly I would presume, I was pregnant. It's why I didn't go to meetings for a couple months," Harry said, watching as eyes grew even wider and more disbelieving at that.
Valen burbled, shaking a magic rattle the twins had made for him. Draco smoothed the blond fluff that was Valen's hair back from his face. "Valentine Leander Malfoy," he said, introducing their son.
"Dung," said Moody, waving Harry and Draco off with a scarred hand. "That kid isn't yours and don't try to tell me he is. You aren't going to tell me two men made a baby."
Harry raised an amused eyebrow. "I assure you he came out of me and was ... put there by Draco," he said.
"Rubbish," said Moody.
"How?" asked Lee, looking sceptical but interested.
Draco rolled his eyes and kissed the top of Valen's head. "Magic," he said, shrugging.
"You were pregnant, Harry?" asked Sturgis Podmore.
Harry nodded again, wondering if he was actually going to have to show them all the scar on his belly.
"Harry's wild magic has been explained here before," said Hermione in a voice of reason. "That, combined with the power of Malfoy Manor, allowed Harry to carry a child. The Manor accepted Harry, as it could sense that he would be able to produce a Malfoy heir. The pregnancy was faster than that of a woman's, and while we can't be exactly sure, it was most likely because Harry's body wouldn't have been able to carry a baby for nine months without nearly killing him. The pregnancy was magical and really not the only odd thing Harry has done."
Harry raised his eyebrows, smiling amusedly. "Well said, Hermione."
Draco smiled and nodded, not actually commenting. You only had to look at Valen to know the truth of it.
"We were all there through the mood swings," said Ron, grinning.
"And the vomiting," said George.
"And the cravings," said Mrs Weasley, smiling gently at Valen.
Harry sighed guiltily, unable to erase the thoughts of there being a spy among the people he loved most.
Draco snorted, remembering the last and very messy part. "We have tried to keep him a secret," he said, "but the Death Eaters know about him."
Harry nodded, anger flitting through him quickly. "We've decided to move back here, though, as it will be much easier for me to head the Order, obviously, and so we thought we'd introduce our boy." He smiled. "We can't keep him a secret forever."
Shacklebolt looked toward Tonks who shrugged and nodded that she had known. He frowned. "This does add to our security problems," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow, giving him a questioning look. "Security problems?"
"He will be a target," Shacklebolt said bluntly.
Harry's fists clenched for a moment. "He already has been," he said. "That night when you were called from London, Tonks called you to help save Draco after I had escaped with Valen by the skin of my teeth. Macnair captured us both and I had the baby on a dirty mattress in a Muggle basement with no wand to use. It's a wonder Valen and I are alive."
There were several horrified gasps around the room. "I see," Shacklebolt said, "and without knowing about the baby, we would be caught unaware."
Draco nodded, understanding why Shacklebolt didn't like being left out of information. "The house we were held at is one of the Malfoy estate holdings," Draco said. "How have the investigations of the others on the list been going?"
That seemed to improve the Auror's attitude. "We found three different buildings that had Death Eaters living there and were able to round up a dozen of them. Two other buildings had signs of recent occupation and we're keeping an eye on them."
Harry's eyes widened and his blood ran slightly cold. "A dozen?" he asked. He supposed that he really shouldn't have been surprised by the number. Voldemort was known for snatching up followers quicker than lightning.
"Thanks to the information you gave us," Tonks said, "we caught 'em by surprise."
Harry nodded. "That's good," he said. "I just didn't know his numbers were already so large."
"Of course they are," growled Moody.
"It will be hard to know their true strength," Draco said. "Secrecy and fear protects them."
"Always has," squeaked Dedalus.
Harry sighed and nodded. "So what's our status? Numbers might not be the most important thing, but it will be important eventually."
Remus cleared his throat before speaking. "Most werewolves will side with him," he said. "Even those who don't approve of his methods are angry for the way the wizarding world has treated them."
Harry winced slightly. "And Voldemort's promising them rights, isn't he?" he said.
"More than rights." Remus frowned. "Power, and the chance to punish those who have hurt them."
"This is risking turning others then," Harry said. "Do any of them want to fight against him?"
"Yes," Remus sighed, "but they are afraid of both him and the others of their kind. One werewolf I heard of was literally ripped apart by his pack when he tried to argue against joining."
"Well, there's no question that we're going to need them. If we go into battle ...." Harry trailed off unpleasantly.
"Then a lot of us will be ripped to shreds or turned," said Moody, popping his magical eye out to clean it.
"It's the solitaries we have the best chance with," Remus explained. "But they are, for obvious reasons, harder to find."
Harry nodded. "Well, we still have time, though I'm not going to pretend like it's much."
"What's that plan of yours with the Ministry, boy?" Moody asked.
Harry tensed slightly. He had told the Order a bit of his plan when Lee had been inducted, but the only people that knew about it fully were the twins, Lee, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, of course.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
"We are still researching that," Draco said firmly but quietly. Valen squirmed in his lap and he frowned, realising the infant needed a change.
Harry nodded. "We don't have all the details ourselves yet."
"Sunday?" asked Lee.
"If you can manage it," Harry said, trying not to wince at the fact that it had just been made rather obvious that they would be out on Sunday.
Valen was making the face he usually did just before he started crying. "Excuse us a moment," Draco said, standing up and making his way out of the room.
Harry watched him go, realising that he didn't even like Valen and Draco out of his sight even now.
***
Harry was pretty much certain that Order meetings were only a source of frustration for him anymore. They only served to remind him of how difficult everything was going to be and how very dirty Voldemort played. It was hard to fight a moral-less enemy. Anything was game as far as Lord Voldemort was concerned. Anything.
Hagrid was coming the next week and perhaps he would have good news. Harry had hope at least. They had caught twelve Death Eaters, which was encouraging and yet disconcerting at the same time. Harry couldn't help but think that the twelve hadn't been too large a chunk from Voldemort, while it would have killed his own side. And Voldemort had a bloody spy. Voldemort couldn't use Snape anymore inside the Order, and had improvised, but it was worse now, as this spy was real, unlike Snape had been. Harry grew more and more anxious about it all.