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Devastation
Chapter Number/Total: 23/40
Chapter Title: Devastation
Words: 4503 Words
Harry heard the crack of Draco's Apparation and the loud crying of the baby when he arrived. "We need him to be quiet again," he said urgently to Draco in a loud whisper, looking around nervously.
Draco scowled at his husband but turned the little boy in his arms so that he could see his face better. He waggled his eyebrows at the little boy. It took a minute of making faces until the boy stopped crying and then reached to pull one of Draco's eyebrows. "Ouch," Draco complained.
Harry gave Draco a shrug. "At least it worked," he said quietly. "Should we take him back in the house? It's kind of cold out here."
"I can do it," Draco said.
"What - just leave him in there alone?" Harry asked, frowning. "I don't know how long it will take Hagrid to get here .... He can't Apparate."
"No, I thought I would borrow your Invisibility Cloak." Draco sighed.
Harry sighed too. "Should I sit out here then?" he asked.
"That's not much safer, is it?" Draco said. "Have a suggestion?"
Harry shrugged, frowning. "Do you think we could both fit under the Cloak?" he asked. "Me and Ron could ... last year ... when I wasn't pregnant. We could try."
"Seriously, no," Draco said. "You, me and the boy?"
Harry huffed. "Well, I don't know," he said. "We could just go and sit in there with him. Hagrid's not exactly hard to miss or very quiet. We'll probably hear him coming."
"Let's get in there," Draco said. "Then one of us can hide in the other room or something."
Harry nodded. "All right," he said, and made his way back to the mess that had been the sitting room. He paused at the door, eyes going slightly wide.
Draco was startled to see that the place was worse than when they had left it - picture frames that had hung on the walls were now smashed, furniture that had survived Voldemort was now in pieces. "They've been here," he said to Harry.
Harry swallowed, knowing exactly whom had been there. "The Death Eaters," he said, and he was glad that his father's body only seemed hastily moved. "If we hadn't taken him ...." he said, looking at the little boy.
"Yes, Severus was right," Draco said. "They would have found him instead." He made sure to shield the boy's view of James Potter's body, but he knew there wasn't much he could do about Lily.
Harry slowly let out a breath. He'd come very close to death and had been saved by himself. He gave his head a shake. "We have to put him back in his room, don't we?" he asked, but he knew they did. He had stopped moving and was facing the staircase without going up just yet.
"We can wait with him in the other bedroom until Hagrid arrives," Draco suggested.
Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco and little Harry and nodded. "Yeah," he said quietly, moving up the stairs now.
Draco followed Harry, noticing how much harder stairs were for him now and the way the weight of the baby had shifted his gait.
Harry stepped over the door in the hallway and glanced very quickly into the room that still held his mother's body. Snape had gone. He shivered again and moved on to the bedroom that had to have been his parents'.
Draco followed, shifting the weight of the small boy in his arms. Little Harry's eyes were wide and he was being unusually still.
Harry stared around the room when he entered it. He looked at the laundry basket holding clothes that seemed like they needed put away, looked at the two bathrobes hanging on the closet door, at the shoes poking out from under the bed. Everything looked so normal and yet his parents were lying dead in other parts of the house.
Draco sat down on the bed. "Merde'," he cursed, looking down unhappily at his shirt.
That caught Harry's attention and he looked over at Draco from where he still stood near the door. "What?" he asked.
"You pissed on me, that's what." Draco grimaced. "See if the laundry basket has nappies."
Harry couldn't help it. He stared at Draco for a moment and then began laughing loudly. "Oh, Merlin, that's priceless," he said, moving to do what Draco had told him to.
"Just don't tell Fred and George," Draco drawled.
Harry laughed even more at that. He threw Draco a nappy and a new pair of pyjamas for little Harry.
Draco stood and laid little Harry on the bed. "Harry, maybe you should do this?" he asked, sounding embarrassed.
Harry snorted. "I thought you didn't mind washing my bits," he teased, coming over to the bed.
Draco made an odd face, looking confused and frowning. "Not quite what I had in mind when I said that," he grumbled.
Harry snorted again. "I'll do it if you want, I suppose," he said, tilting his head and staring at the little boy on the bed who seemed to be looking at him as if he knew what they were talking about. "Although I have no idea what I'm doing."
Draco shrugged. "And you think I do?" he asked.
Harry sighed. "We have a lot to learn," he said with slightly raised eyebrows. He reached forward and began trying to get the baby's clothes off without touching the wet spots.
Draco went to the window and kept watch for Hagrid or any others who might show up.
Little Harry, it seemed, did not like being changed one bit. He wiggled and squirmed and Harry had to keep repositioning him. He finally managed to get him undressed and the kid rolled over and tried to crawl away. Harry grumbled and had to reach across the bed to get him again, his little dimpled bottom making Harry blush a bit as it was technically his own. "Merlin, kid, sit still," he said, trying to get the nappy on him.
Draco snorted. "Always the trouble-maker, weren't you?" he drawled.
Harry huffed, holding the boy's legs together with one hand. He finally got the nappy on him and after a few more minutes of struggle, he was in pyjamas too. "Merlin," Harry said again, allowing the baby to crawl away from him on top of the bed now.
Draco chuckled, looking over at the two Harrys. The blond had used a Cleaning Charm on himself while Harry struggled with his younger self.
Harry heaved a sigh and picked little Harry up to put him on the floor. He walked over to a spot near Draco to sit on the floor himself, thinking it would feel too odd to sit on his parents' bed.
Draco knelt down beside them, reaching to ruffle first one and then the other's hair. "You handled things well back there," he said.
Harry gave a little shrug. "I guess," he said, watching with slight amusement as the baby began trying to stand again with the aid of Draco's trousers.
Draco grinned at the child. "Such a pretty pet," he told both of them.
Harry smiled. "I wonder what the little you looks like right at this moment."
"A blond terror," Draco grinned, "if my mother's stories are correct."
Harry snorted. "Then our child should be a right angel," he said amusedly.
Little Harry insisted on climbing him and reaching for Draco's hair again. So he sat down and pulled the boy into his lap. "You seem quite enamoured with me," he observed.
Harry snorted again. "I do, don't I?" he said, reaching up and pulling on a strand of Draco's hair himself.
"Do you know what time Hagrid will arrive?" Draco asked. "Or what happens after?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I'm not sure about the time, although I imagine it'll be about an hour at least. I've heard him talk about Sirius showing up here now that I think of it. Yeah - yeah, I think Sirius tried to take me, but Hagrid wouldn't let him because of Dumbledore's orders. Overheard a conversation about it once."
"And then what? He takes the child and we return to our time?" Draco asked.
"I suppose ...." said Harry. "Do you think there's anything else we have to do here?"
"I don't know," Draco said, "but I do know that you and I will have to find some time alone before noon."
Harry winced a bit. "Oh, yeah," he said. "We should be able to get back before then, I think ...."
***
Harry and Draco sat with little Harry in his parents' bedroom for quite a while. It wasn't until the very early morning hours, when light was just beginning to fill the sky, that Harry heard a sort of loud crash from downstairs and quiet wailing - if there was such a thing. He had been nodding off and little Harry had fallen asleep in Draco's arms. Harry jerked wide awake and got to his feet as quickly as he could. "Draco!" he hissed in a whisper.
"Quick," Draco said, picking up the boy, "put the Cloak on or put it on me! Someone needs to take him back in there."
Harry got the Cloak out of the bag as fast as he possibly could and threw it over Draco.
Draco carried little Harry back into the nursery and laid him gently in his cot, hoping he wouldn't wake up. And then he stood back against the wall as he heard footsteps on the stairs.
Harry hurriedly switched the light off and stood very still and very quietly in his parents' room. Hagrid's thundering footsteps could be heard all the way up the stairs and through the hall. Harry could hear his sniffling as well.
Hagrid entered into the bedroom where Draco was standing against the wall, where little Harry lay in his cot, awakening now from the noise, and where Lily Potter still lay dead. He looked absolutely far too big to be in the room and had to bend to fit. "Oh, Lily," he sobbed, great, fat tears leaking from his eyes.
Draco stood as still and as quiet as he could, watching the scene in front of him unfold.
Hagrid took a spotted handkerchief from one of his many pockets and blew his nose, successfully waking the little boy now, who started crying immediately. Hagrid seemed to startle and then turned to Harry, trying to hush him. "Oh, Harry," he said, voice cracking. "Oh, Harry. Yeh poor little tyke. It'll be alrigh'. Don't you cry now; it'll be alrigh'." He reached into the cot and picked Harry up, being careful to be very gentle with his massive hands. "I'll be takin' yeh ter Dumbledore. He'll know what ter do with yeh. Don't you worry now."
Little Harry was staring at Hagrid with huge green eyes, seeming unsure if he should be scared or not.
Draco swallowed an unexpected lump in his throat, a part of him wanting to take the little boy back. He knew it wasn't rational, that this had already happened, but he was used to being protective of Harry. He trembled with the urge and a strange kind of longing.
Hagrid held the small boy to his chest, effectively blocking Lily from view as he took one last, sad look at her himself. He gave a few more quiet sobs and pulled several blankets out of Harry's cot to wrap him in.
Little Harry let out a quiet yelp of uncertain fright and hung onto Hagrid's overcoat as the giant of a man carried him out of the room, his footsteps loud and crashing all the way through the house.
Draco went to the window of the room, watching.
Harry was still for a few more moments before creeping into the hallway and peeking into the nursery. "Draco?" he whispered, keeping his eyes away from the floor.
Draco startled and looked over at Harry, pulling the cloak from his head so that he could see him.
Harry moved over towards Draco, keeping his eyes only on him. He stood close to him next to the window, looking out as well where they could see much of the front yard. Hagrid came into view and Harry knew it wouldn't be long before Sirius showed up as well.
Draco slid his arm around Harry's back, pulling him against his side and then covering both of them with the cloak so no one would see them in the window.
Sure enough, as soon as Hagrid seemed to be about to start making his way up the drive, there was a muffled rumbling and a flying motorbike came from the sky. Harry's eyes widened slightly. It was difficult to see clearly in the dim morning light, but Harry knew that the slim, tall figure that clambered off of the bike was his godfather. He was happy that Draco was holding him; it hurt to see Sirius, even from this distance.
Sirius walked over to Hagrid and Harry watched the exchange between them for a few moments and then Sirius fell to his knees on the ground, covering his face with his arms.
Harry unconsciously moved closer to Draco.
Draco pulled his husband close, his right hand sliding over to rest on his belly. "Will he come up here?" Draco whispered.
"I don't know," Harry answered, feeling his eyes tearing up again.
Hagrid held little Harry with one arm and patted Sirius's back with his free hand. Sirius seemed to finally pull himself together and then there was a conversation between him and Hagrid that lasted several minutes. Finally, Sirius walked over to stand beside the bike and walked it over to Hagrid, seeming to hand it over. A few more minutes passed and Hagrid climbed on top of it, looking awkward astride it. They talked for a few more minutes still before Hagrid flew off and Sirius stood with his head hanging, unmoving and probably trembling.
Draco watched Hagrid fly away with little Harry and held his husband close, breathing in his scent to reassure himself that he was safe.
Harry leaned into Draco and watched as Sirius turned his head and looked up at the house. He seemed to hesitate and then began walking towards the porch.
Harry took in a quiet breath. "I think he's coming in," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco whispered, turning them to face the door. "Hold still and I think the Cloak will cover us both."
Harry nodded. He could hear quiet noises downstairs and then a roar of both rage and despair. He heard crashes and Sirius's voice as he sobbed and screamed and cursed. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, the tears falling now.
Draco listened to the pain of the other man, wondering about the cousin he had never met.
It was a while before the noise stopped. The room was lit up now with the light from outside.
Harry held his breath as he heard the footsteps on the stairs and then approaching in the hallway. He could hear Sirius's heavy breathing and knew he was standing in the doorway. He couldn't make himself open his eyes for a moment, but then he did and wished that he hadn't.
The look on Sirius's face was the very definition of loss. He looked broken, even more so than when Harry had seen him that night in third year for the first time. His handsome face was wet with tears and his dark eyes seemed blank and unbelieving as he stared at the body of Lily Potter. Harry watched as he closed his eyes and grasped the door frame for support, more tears leaking silently from him.
Draco was still, gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound as he watched the devastation in the lives of this small group of people. Somehow, Sirius made it more real than even the bodies had done.
Harry didn't know how long they stood there watching Sirius, but the man suddenly opened his eyes again and there was a hatred there, a hatred so strong that Harry nearly gasped. Sirius shook with suppressed rage and his eyes filled with angry tears again. "I'll kill him," he whispered, looking at Lily. "I'll kill him." And with a swish of his long black coat, he was hurrying from the room and back down the stairs.
Harry turned hurriedly back to the window and watched as his godfather's dark form ran all the way to the start of the drive and then Apparated away with a crack Harry could hear from where he stood.
"The Ministry and the Muggle authorities will probably be here soon," Draco said. "We should leave."
Harry stood looking at the spot where Sirius had just been and nodded. "Our things are in the other room," he said quietly.
Draco let the Cloak fall back and took Harry by the hand, leading him out of the room and back into the next. He bent and picked up their bags. "Most of this will be destroyed, I assume," he said. "Is there anything else you would take from here?"
Harry sniffed and wiped his face, shaking his head no, but then he stopped and turned to look out the door of the room. "I - I think I want their wands," he said. "I'd like to have them."
"I'll get them," Draco said, setting the bags back down and, still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, made his way from the room. He went directly downstairs and found James's wand, looking sadly for a moment at a photograph of the Potter family on the wall. He took it down, shrunk it and put it in his pocket. Then he went back upstairs to the nursery and found Lily's wand before returning to the room with Harry. He handed both to his husband.
Harry took the wands from Draco with a hand that shook slightly. He put both of them securely in his sweatshirt pocket and then looked back up at Draco. "How do we leave?" he asked
"I suppose the Timekey will activate when we are ready." Draco reached in and withdrew the pendant. He picked up the bags again and held it out to Harry.
Harry moved close to Draco and grasped the pendant with him. He waited for a few seconds and then there was a jerk that seemed to pull him forward. When he opened his eyes, they were standing in the same room, only now it was dark inside as the light from the window was blocked with boards.
Draco stood holding Harry's hand and looking at him for a moment. Then he took the pendant and unclasped it, putting it back around Harry's neck.
Harry let out a shaky sigh, holding still as Draco put his necklace back on him. "It's done," he said quietly.
"It is," Draco said, smoothing Harry's hair back and looking into his eyes.
Harry sighed again and leaned up to kiss Draco gently on the lips.
Draco's hands rested on Harry's sides, palms resting against his belly as he kissed him gently, nibbling at his lips.
Harry's eyes were closed and he rested his forehead against Draco's. "Let's get home," he whispered.
"As you wish," Draco said softly and then Apparated them to the Malfoy Manor entrance hall.
Chapter Title: Devastation
Words: 4503 Words
Harry heard the crack of Draco's Apparation and the loud crying of the baby when he arrived. "We need him to be quiet again," he said urgently to Draco in a loud whisper, looking around nervously.
Draco scowled at his husband but turned the little boy in his arms so that he could see his face better. He waggled his eyebrows at the little boy. It took a minute of making faces until the boy stopped crying and then reached to pull one of Draco's eyebrows. "Ouch," Draco complained.
Harry gave Draco a shrug. "At least it worked," he said quietly. "Should we take him back in the house? It's kind of cold out here."
"I can do it," Draco said.
"What - just leave him in there alone?" Harry asked, frowning. "I don't know how long it will take Hagrid to get here .... He can't Apparate."
"No, I thought I would borrow your Invisibility Cloak." Draco sighed.
Harry sighed too. "Should I sit out here then?" he asked.
"That's not much safer, is it?" Draco said. "Have a suggestion?"
Harry shrugged, frowning. "Do you think we could both fit under the Cloak?" he asked. "Me and Ron could ... last year ... when I wasn't pregnant. We could try."
"Seriously, no," Draco said. "You, me and the boy?"
Harry huffed. "Well, I don't know," he said. "We could just go and sit in there with him. Hagrid's not exactly hard to miss or very quiet. We'll probably hear him coming."
"Let's get in there," Draco said. "Then one of us can hide in the other room or something."
Harry nodded. "All right," he said, and made his way back to the mess that had been the sitting room. He paused at the door, eyes going slightly wide.
Draco was startled to see that the place was worse than when they had left it - picture frames that had hung on the walls were now smashed, furniture that had survived Voldemort was now in pieces. "They've been here," he said to Harry.
Harry swallowed, knowing exactly whom had been there. "The Death Eaters," he said, and he was glad that his father's body only seemed hastily moved. "If we hadn't taken him ...." he said, looking at the little boy.
"Yes, Severus was right," Draco said. "They would have found him instead." He made sure to shield the boy's view of James Potter's body, but he knew there wasn't much he could do about Lily.
Harry slowly let out a breath. He'd come very close to death and had been saved by himself. He gave his head a shake. "We have to put him back in his room, don't we?" he asked, but he knew they did. He had stopped moving and was facing the staircase without going up just yet.
"We can wait with him in the other bedroom until Hagrid arrives," Draco suggested.
Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco and little Harry and nodded. "Yeah," he said quietly, moving up the stairs now.
Draco followed Harry, noticing how much harder stairs were for him now and the way the weight of the baby had shifted his gait.
Harry stepped over the door in the hallway and glanced very quickly into the room that still held his mother's body. Snape had gone. He shivered again and moved on to the bedroom that had to have been his parents'.
Draco followed, shifting the weight of the small boy in his arms. Little Harry's eyes were wide and he was being unusually still.
Harry stared around the room when he entered it. He looked at the laundry basket holding clothes that seemed like they needed put away, looked at the two bathrobes hanging on the closet door, at the shoes poking out from under the bed. Everything looked so normal and yet his parents were lying dead in other parts of the house.
Draco sat down on the bed. "Merde'," he cursed, looking down unhappily at his shirt.
That caught Harry's attention and he looked over at Draco from where he still stood near the door. "What?" he asked.
"You pissed on me, that's what." Draco grimaced. "See if the laundry basket has nappies."
Harry couldn't help it. He stared at Draco for a moment and then began laughing loudly. "Oh, Merlin, that's priceless," he said, moving to do what Draco had told him to.
"Just don't tell Fred and George," Draco drawled.
Harry laughed even more at that. He threw Draco a nappy and a new pair of pyjamas for little Harry.
Draco stood and laid little Harry on the bed. "Harry, maybe you should do this?" he asked, sounding embarrassed.
Harry snorted. "I thought you didn't mind washing my bits," he teased, coming over to the bed.
Draco made an odd face, looking confused and frowning. "Not quite what I had in mind when I said that," he grumbled.
Harry snorted again. "I'll do it if you want, I suppose," he said, tilting his head and staring at the little boy on the bed who seemed to be looking at him as if he knew what they were talking about. "Although I have no idea what I'm doing."
Draco shrugged. "And you think I do?" he asked.
Harry sighed. "We have a lot to learn," he said with slightly raised eyebrows. He reached forward and began trying to get the baby's clothes off without touching the wet spots.
Draco went to the window and kept watch for Hagrid or any others who might show up.
Little Harry, it seemed, did not like being changed one bit. He wiggled and squirmed and Harry had to keep repositioning him. He finally managed to get him undressed and the kid rolled over and tried to crawl away. Harry grumbled and had to reach across the bed to get him again, his little dimpled bottom making Harry blush a bit as it was technically his own. "Merlin, kid, sit still," he said, trying to get the nappy on him.
Draco snorted. "Always the trouble-maker, weren't you?" he drawled.
Harry huffed, holding the boy's legs together with one hand. He finally got the nappy on him and after a few more minutes of struggle, he was in pyjamas too. "Merlin," Harry said again, allowing the baby to crawl away from him on top of the bed now.
Draco chuckled, looking over at the two Harrys. The blond had used a Cleaning Charm on himself while Harry struggled with his younger self.
Harry heaved a sigh and picked little Harry up to put him on the floor. He walked over to a spot near Draco to sit on the floor himself, thinking it would feel too odd to sit on his parents' bed.
Draco knelt down beside them, reaching to ruffle first one and then the other's hair. "You handled things well back there," he said.
Harry gave a little shrug. "I guess," he said, watching with slight amusement as the baby began trying to stand again with the aid of Draco's trousers.
Draco grinned at the child. "Such a pretty pet," he told both of them.
Harry smiled. "I wonder what the little you looks like right at this moment."
"A blond terror," Draco grinned, "if my mother's stories are correct."
Harry snorted. "Then our child should be a right angel," he said amusedly.
Little Harry insisted on climbing him and reaching for Draco's hair again. So he sat down and pulled the boy into his lap. "You seem quite enamoured with me," he observed.
Harry snorted again. "I do, don't I?" he said, reaching up and pulling on a strand of Draco's hair himself.
"Do you know what time Hagrid will arrive?" Draco asked. "Or what happens after?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I'm not sure about the time, although I imagine it'll be about an hour at least. I've heard him talk about Sirius showing up here now that I think of it. Yeah - yeah, I think Sirius tried to take me, but Hagrid wouldn't let him because of Dumbledore's orders. Overheard a conversation about it once."
"And then what? He takes the child and we return to our time?" Draco asked.
"I suppose ...." said Harry. "Do you think there's anything else we have to do here?"
"I don't know," Draco said, "but I do know that you and I will have to find some time alone before noon."
Harry winced a bit. "Oh, yeah," he said. "We should be able to get back before then, I think ...."
***
Harry and Draco sat with little Harry in his parents' bedroom for quite a while. It wasn't until the very early morning hours, when light was just beginning to fill the sky, that Harry heard a sort of loud crash from downstairs and quiet wailing - if there was such a thing. He had been nodding off and little Harry had fallen asleep in Draco's arms. Harry jerked wide awake and got to his feet as quickly as he could. "Draco!" he hissed in a whisper.
"Quick," Draco said, picking up the boy, "put the Cloak on or put it on me! Someone needs to take him back in there."
Harry got the Cloak out of the bag as fast as he possibly could and threw it over Draco.
Draco carried little Harry back into the nursery and laid him gently in his cot, hoping he wouldn't wake up. And then he stood back against the wall as he heard footsteps on the stairs.
Harry hurriedly switched the light off and stood very still and very quietly in his parents' room. Hagrid's thundering footsteps could be heard all the way up the stairs and through the hall. Harry could hear his sniffling as well.
Hagrid entered into the bedroom where Draco was standing against the wall, where little Harry lay in his cot, awakening now from the noise, and where Lily Potter still lay dead. He looked absolutely far too big to be in the room and had to bend to fit. "Oh, Lily," he sobbed, great, fat tears leaking from his eyes.
Draco stood as still and as quiet as he could, watching the scene in front of him unfold.
Hagrid took a spotted handkerchief from one of his many pockets and blew his nose, successfully waking the little boy now, who started crying immediately. Hagrid seemed to startle and then turned to Harry, trying to hush him. "Oh, Harry," he said, voice cracking. "Oh, Harry. Yeh poor little tyke. It'll be alrigh'. Don't you cry now; it'll be alrigh'." He reached into the cot and picked Harry up, being careful to be very gentle with his massive hands. "I'll be takin' yeh ter Dumbledore. He'll know what ter do with yeh. Don't you worry now."
Little Harry was staring at Hagrid with huge green eyes, seeming unsure if he should be scared or not.
Draco swallowed an unexpected lump in his throat, a part of him wanting to take the little boy back. He knew it wasn't rational, that this had already happened, but he was used to being protective of Harry. He trembled with the urge and a strange kind of longing.
Hagrid held the small boy to his chest, effectively blocking Lily from view as he took one last, sad look at her himself. He gave a few more quiet sobs and pulled several blankets out of Harry's cot to wrap him in.
Little Harry let out a quiet yelp of uncertain fright and hung onto Hagrid's overcoat as the giant of a man carried him out of the room, his footsteps loud and crashing all the way through the house.
Draco went to the window of the room, watching.
Harry was still for a few more moments before creeping into the hallway and peeking into the nursery. "Draco?" he whispered, keeping his eyes away from the floor.
Draco startled and looked over at Harry, pulling the cloak from his head so that he could see him.
Harry moved over towards Draco, keeping his eyes only on him. He stood close to him next to the window, looking out as well where they could see much of the front yard. Hagrid came into view and Harry knew it wouldn't be long before Sirius showed up as well.
Draco slid his arm around Harry's back, pulling him against his side and then covering both of them with the cloak so no one would see them in the window.
Sure enough, as soon as Hagrid seemed to be about to start making his way up the drive, there was a muffled rumbling and a flying motorbike came from the sky. Harry's eyes widened slightly. It was difficult to see clearly in the dim morning light, but Harry knew that the slim, tall figure that clambered off of the bike was his godfather. He was happy that Draco was holding him; it hurt to see Sirius, even from this distance.
Sirius walked over to Hagrid and Harry watched the exchange between them for a few moments and then Sirius fell to his knees on the ground, covering his face with his arms.
Harry unconsciously moved closer to Draco.
Draco pulled his husband close, his right hand sliding over to rest on his belly. "Will he come up here?" Draco whispered.
"I don't know," Harry answered, feeling his eyes tearing up again.
Hagrid held little Harry with one arm and patted Sirius's back with his free hand. Sirius seemed to finally pull himself together and then there was a conversation between him and Hagrid that lasted several minutes. Finally, Sirius walked over to stand beside the bike and walked it over to Hagrid, seeming to hand it over. A few more minutes passed and Hagrid climbed on top of it, looking awkward astride it. They talked for a few more minutes still before Hagrid flew off and Sirius stood with his head hanging, unmoving and probably trembling.
Draco watched Hagrid fly away with little Harry and held his husband close, breathing in his scent to reassure himself that he was safe.
Harry leaned into Draco and watched as Sirius turned his head and looked up at the house. He seemed to hesitate and then began walking towards the porch.
Harry took in a quiet breath. "I think he's coming in," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco whispered, turning them to face the door. "Hold still and I think the Cloak will cover us both."
Harry nodded. He could hear quiet noises downstairs and then a roar of both rage and despair. He heard crashes and Sirius's voice as he sobbed and screamed and cursed. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, the tears falling now.
Draco listened to the pain of the other man, wondering about the cousin he had never met.
It was a while before the noise stopped. The room was lit up now with the light from outside.
Harry held his breath as he heard the footsteps on the stairs and then approaching in the hallway. He could hear Sirius's heavy breathing and knew he was standing in the doorway. He couldn't make himself open his eyes for a moment, but then he did and wished that he hadn't.
The look on Sirius's face was the very definition of loss. He looked broken, even more so than when Harry had seen him that night in third year for the first time. His handsome face was wet with tears and his dark eyes seemed blank and unbelieving as he stared at the body of Lily Potter. Harry watched as he closed his eyes and grasped the door frame for support, more tears leaking silently from him.
Draco was still, gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound as he watched the devastation in the lives of this small group of people. Somehow, Sirius made it more real than even the bodies had done.
Harry didn't know how long they stood there watching Sirius, but the man suddenly opened his eyes again and there was a hatred there, a hatred so strong that Harry nearly gasped. Sirius shook with suppressed rage and his eyes filled with angry tears again. "I'll kill him," he whispered, looking at Lily. "I'll kill him." And with a swish of his long black coat, he was hurrying from the room and back down the stairs.
Harry turned hurriedly back to the window and watched as his godfather's dark form ran all the way to the start of the drive and then Apparated away with a crack Harry could hear from where he stood.
"The Ministry and the Muggle authorities will probably be here soon," Draco said. "We should leave."
Harry stood looking at the spot where Sirius had just been and nodded. "Our things are in the other room," he said quietly.
Draco let the Cloak fall back and took Harry by the hand, leading him out of the room and back into the next. He bent and picked up their bags. "Most of this will be destroyed, I assume," he said. "Is there anything else you would take from here?"
Harry sniffed and wiped his face, shaking his head no, but then he stopped and turned to look out the door of the room. "I - I think I want their wands," he said. "I'd like to have them."
"I'll get them," Draco said, setting the bags back down and, still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, made his way from the room. He went directly downstairs and found James's wand, looking sadly for a moment at a photograph of the Potter family on the wall. He took it down, shrunk it and put it in his pocket. Then he went back upstairs to the nursery and found Lily's wand before returning to the room with Harry. He handed both to his husband.
Harry took the wands from Draco with a hand that shook slightly. He put both of them securely in his sweatshirt pocket and then looked back up at Draco. "How do we leave?" he asked
"I suppose the Timekey will activate when we are ready." Draco reached in and withdrew the pendant. He picked up the bags again and held it out to Harry.
Harry moved close to Draco and grasped the pendant with him. He waited for a few seconds and then there was a jerk that seemed to pull him forward. When he opened his eyes, they were standing in the same room, only now it was dark inside as the light from the window was blocked with boards.
Draco stood holding Harry's hand and looking at him for a moment. Then he took the pendant and unclasped it, putting it back around Harry's neck.
Harry let out a shaky sigh, holding still as Draco put his necklace back on him. "It's done," he said quietly.
"It is," Draco said, smoothing Harry's hair back and looking into his eyes.
Harry sighed again and leaned up to kiss Draco gently on the lips.
Draco's hands rested on Harry's sides, palms resting against his belly as he kissed him gently, nibbling at his lips.
Harry's eyes were closed and he rested his forehead against Draco's. "Let's get home," he whispered.
"As you wish," Draco said softly and then Apparated them to the Malfoy Manor entrance hall.