Home Wrecker

Title: Home Wrecker
Status/Part: 20/21 Our Babies' Names
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM, RW/PP, SS/Surprise
Key words: M/M, AU, Sexual Content, Graphic Torture,

Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Sorry folks, no beta on this one. If you find glaring mistakes, please let me know and I’ll do my best to edit.

Comments and Reviews are appreciated and encouraging (even the flamers. Have to keep me motivated somehow).

Chapter 20 The Babies’ Names

The adults sat around drinking tea and relaxing. Harry and Draco knew the questions would start soon. It was inevitable. Severus sat his empty cup on the table and crossed one leg over the other. His arms tucked into each other over his chest. Poppy sat her cup down, crossed her ankles and held her hands clasped in her lap. Harry and Draco sighed, sat their cups down as one, leaned back into the loveseat and held each other’s hands. A huge sigh echoed through the room.

“Before we begin, how are the girls?” Harry hoped to divert attention for a few minutes.

Poppy answered. “They are fine now Harry, Draco. They are asleep for the night. Now erect a one way silencing charm so we can hear them but they cannot hear us and then start talking.”

A wave of his wand and the charm was set. Another sigh and Harry began relating all that had happened. To say the others sat their stunned for a bit would have been an understatement. Finally Poppy spoke up showing a rare humour.

“Well, it could have been worse. Vernon could have been part goblin or troll and been Dudley’s father but Lockhart? Look at it this way, the good looks will always run in your line now.”

Severus snorted. “Potter are you Irish with that kind of luck? Or part leprechaun? The irony of it all, Petunia cheated with the supposedly best looking man in the wizarding world who bespelled the child to look like her husband. Her husband had no idea he raised a wizard as his own son, abused his nephew, a strong wizard and wound up killing his wife and her child. You realize even though Dudley Dursley was the sire of your two youngest and both showing magical abilities, the ministry will make sure the two of you, as the living relatives, will have unquestionable custody? There isn’t any problems with your ‘Uncle’s’ sister getting them since she’s not a blood relative.”

Harry and Draco looked stunned. Poppy sat grinning.

“Wizards, I’m going to give you some more advice. Check on your daughters again, shower and go to bed. Those little witches will be up sooner than you think. You also have to figure out names for the two. Thanks be to the Powers that Be that watch over both of you and all of your children. If it is their desire, may you be blessed with more. Severus, I’ll see you back at the castle. If I see “Crumpet” I’ll let them know you’ll be home soon.”

Poppy checked Draco’s potions supply and went to the fireplace. A final smile, a scoop of powder and she was home. Severus stood and the other two men joined him. Severus moved to them and hugged each one in turn.

“I’ll see you later. My crumpet, hopefully, is home by now and waiting for me. I will be by tomorrow to check on the five of you. I will expect names for my new charges. If you wish, I can persuade my crumpet to join us? It would be good on several fronts.”

Severus turned and walked to the fireplace. He took some powder and was gone. Harry turned to his husband and gathered him close. Holding each other seemed to let the reality slowly sink in. Harry felt Draco begin to shake in his arms. He knew how to help his husband this time and it wasn’t sex. He moved them so he could tuck the blond under his arm and guided them to the bathroom.

Harry filled the bath with just a tad too warm water and some lavender and chamomile salts. He undressed them both, stepped in and pulled Draco in with him. Harry sat with his back against the end of the tub and helped his blond down in front of him.

The former Gryffindor wrapped his arms around the former Slytherin and kissed his neck as he laid his head on the blond’s shoulder. He began whispering softly in his ear.

“My Dragon, my heart, my love. I don’t have the words to tell you of my love and what it means to me to have you home, in my life, in my arms. I thought my heart was full with just you. You have brought more love into our lives with our little girls. Our girls. You know we’ll have to think of names for our two youngest angels. I know our oldest was named Jocelyn. What is her middle name?”

Draco’s shoulders and body shook as hot tears ran down his face. Harry wiped them away with his hands, waiting to see if his husband would respond or if he’d have to get Poppy back with a calming draught. Draco sniffed once, wiped his own face and turned to kiss Harry with just a quick peck on the lips.

“You are so very good to me and for me my Lion. You’ve loved me, searched for me and stayed faithful all these years. When I came home, you took care of me and protected me before you brought others in to heal me. I think you accepting me unconditionally like that did as much good if not more than Poppy’s potions.”

Draco had to stop and regain his breath and strength to go on.

“You’ve held me, made me laugh again, helped heal me. You’ve accepted all my daughters as your own. I know the genealogy but you made them yours. May the Goddess, gods and Powers that Be, hear Poppy’s prayer and mine that we be blessed with more. Get me washed, dried, warmed and curled up in bed with you and we’ll discuss names. You have to help name our daughters.”

The blond finished speaking as Harry picked up a flannel and began washing Draco first and rinsing him before he did himself. Harry stood them up, moved them out of the bath and wrapped his husband in a heated towel. He wrapped one around his hips before taking them back to the bedroom.

Harry wasn’t surprised to find their favorite pajamas laid out ready for them with a heated charm on them. He carefully dressed his still frail, but recovering, lover and helped him into bed before drying himself and joining him in bed. The two met in the middle of the bed as Draco laid his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“You know, this brings back memories of us lying here planning a family. Tonight we have our family. Our three girls. Now, Draco, tell me my daughter’s middle name then we’ll work on names for her sisters.”

Draco smiled, tilted his head and said clearly “Harry James Potter your oldest daughter’s name is Jocelyn Rochelle Potter.”

Harry said the name in his mind several times before saying it out loud.

“Jocelyn Rochelle Potter is a lovely name you graced my daughter with Draco Malfoy-Potter. Now on to the other two.”

Draco looked up into Harry’s eyes. “Our second daughter with the light red hair, almost blond, and green eyes is a mystery. I’d like her middle name to be Alaine meaning beautiful. What do you have in mind?”

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. “I think I’d like her name to be Valerie. I remember hearing the name years ago and thought it was lovely.”

Draco looked back at Harry again. “Valerie Alaine Potter. It has a nice sound to it. Strong and beautiful – our second daughter. Now for our baby, our little blue-eyed blond. She has my mother’s eyes. Mum always said if I would have had a sister her name would have been Megan as her first name. What do you think of Megan?”

Harry closed his eyes. His third daughter, so fair and little. “Megan Fiona Potter.”

Draco rose up on an elbow, turned Harry’s face to him and looked deeply into the emerald eyes of his husband.

“I love you. I missed you. I yearned for you. I thank-you for more than you will ever know. You’ve taken me back, helped heal me, and accepted my daughters. You are such a wonderful person Harry and I am honored to call you husband.”

Harry laid a finger over Draco’s lips.

“Draco, I have always loved you and always will. What happened was not of your doing. I would still have found you either way. How can I not accept your daughters when I love you and they are part of you? They are also of my blood, even if not directly mine. They will only know me as their loving and doting father. I can be no less for any of them. If and when you decide you want more children and the Powers that Be deem us worthy, then we will have more. Until then, we love the family we have and make it strong.”

Harry stopped talking as he felt a tear hit his shoulder. He wiped Draco’s face dry with his thumbs.

“The only tears you should have are happy tears Draco Malfoy-Potter, if even those. Now, we better sleep. Our girls will be up soon and we will begin getting to know each other and you know guests will be arriving. Lola will keep the babies company until we get there. Sleep, my Dragon, our family is home together.”

As Harry predicted, the children were up early. The only problem was they made no sounds and that scared Lola who was used to the house-elf kits making sounds on waking and all through the day. She ran into the room, waking Harry and Draco with her dilemma. They pulled on their robes and followed her into the nursery. Each went to a crib and picked up a daughter. They both went to Jocelyn’s bed. They sat in the floor by it.

“Come join us Jocelyn. It’s alright to make sounds here. That goes for your sisters as well. We also need to tell you your names.”

Harry stopped speaking and looked to Draco. He leaned over and kissed his oldest daughter’s forehead. The blond leaned in and kissed Jocelyn. A smile followed and Draco said in a clear voice so all in the room and house could hear.

“Jocelyn Rochelle Potter I’d like you to witness the naming of your sisters. The little girl you father is holding is Valerie Alaine Potter. Draco stopped speaking as he and Harry kissed Valerie.

“Your baby sister has been named Megan Fiona Potter.” They both kissed the baby.

Harry looked at her and smiled.

“Do you have any favorites for breakfast? I’m sure you are hungry, I know we are. Let me call Oscar and we’ll have a picnic breakfast here. Then after breakfast, we’ll get washed and dressed and explore the house. How does that sound? After that I’m sure we’ll have visitors who will want to meet you.”

Their oldest girl looked at first one then the other before speaking.

“Just tell me which floors to scrub and show me the supplies. I’ll make sure it’s done so the babies can eat.”

Harry and Draco looked at each other, stunned. Harry knew the Dursleys were horrible but this was beyond. The Dursleys should be glad they were dead and he couldn’t call them back from it or he would have tortured them. Harry handed Fiona to Draco and gathered Jocelyn into his arms.

“Sweetness, here you only do things that are right for you. You and the babies will eat meals and snacks and be able to play and learn things. I lived with those people so I know or have a good idea of what you went through. Papa and I took those bad people to a place where it will never happen again. Don’t be afraid of them. We’re here to protect you and love you. We are your family. You are home now.”

The little girl wrapped her arms around her Daddy’s neck. In her little girl voice she cried.

“I always knew you were good. The more bad things they would say about a person meant that person was good. Thank you for coming to get us.”

Harry looked at Draco and moved so he sat with Jocelyn on his one leg and his other was spread out around Draco and their other daughters. He used both arms to pull them all into a hug. The brunet knew this was going to be a long process but it would be worth every step of it.

They were still sitting there when Lola and Oscar popped in and set up a picnic breakfast for them. Jocelyn’s eyes grew wide at the sight.

“All of that is for us just for breakfast?”

This time Draco explained it to her.
The adults looked at each other. This was going to take time and patience. Silently they conveyed to each other. They would make sure their children were children and would grow up as others did. They would make sure of it, no matter what obstacles came their way.

As predicted, the floo came to life as Severus, Hermione and Poppy stepped through into their bedroom. They joined the family on the floor for their breakfast and then Hermione produced a simple muggle beach ball. All three children looked at it but wouldn’t touch it. Harry picked it up, turned to Jocelyn and put it in her hands.

“Roll it to Aunt Hermione, Jocelyn. It’s okay.”

The little girl was hesitant at first but Harry guided her through the motions. When she wasn’t punished she looked at Harry. He just smiled, kissed her and said “Catch” as ‘Mione rolled it back. Soon he had Valerie rolling the ball too. When both girls laughed the adults stopped everything. Jocelyn moved swiftly to Valerie, bent her down on the floor and covered the younger child with her own pitifully small body.

Draco picked her up and held her close. Harry picked up Valerie.

“My baby girls, that was a laugh and one of the sweetest sounds we’ve ever heard. Its okay to make sounds, sing, laugh, cry even yell when it’s needed. You are home; we love you and won’t hurt you. Now, let’s get dressed and we’ll go for a short trip into our town. We’re going shopping for you three and have a list of business things to take care of. Let Aunt ‘Mione and Poppy help you get ready. We’ll take Uncle Severus with us. Hurry now.”

Harry and Draco took a moment to kiss and hug each of the girls and led Severus to their room. Severus shut the door. It was clear from the scowl on his face that it was a good thing the Dursleys were dead. Severus said as much before adding “For a little bit I’d bring them back just so I could torture them. They died way too easily. If we would have known the extent…”

He stopped when he felt arms around him. He sighed. These two were going to make great parents in spite of their own raising. All indications seen so far this morning pointed to it, the way they helped the girls, played with them, talked to them, and the give away was the way they could calm him without a word, just a simple hug. The dark Slytherin sighed again.

“Alright you two, get dressed. I’ll be calm for the girls but can I at least imagine torturing the Dursleys?”

The blond and brunet shook their heads. “Not around the girls” they said in unison. A rich male laugh echoed through the house.

A/N: Only one more Chapter to go!