A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 23: A Healer's Touch
Chapter Number/Total: 23/44
Chapter Title: A Healer's Touch
Words: 2730 Words
Harry trickled water down Draco's back from a washcloth, sending leftover soapsuds sliding into the tub. Banishing Charms hadn't been the only thing on which they'd been tested in class that day. They'd been made to run a physical obstacle course. Harry wasn't out of shape, but he didn't do any exercising like that, so he was a bit sore. A bath after dinner with Draco was fantastic.
Draco sighed happily at the water and his lover's touch, feeling an amazing sense of peace when they were together like this.
Harry kissed Draco's shoulders, one hand wrapped around him and pressed to his belly. "How's my baby?" he asked, smiling amusedly.
"We're fine," Draco answered with a smirk.
Harry smiled again, pressing a kiss to the side of Draco's face and proceeding to wash him. "Good," he said.
"Mother wants to take me to the healer who helped with my birth," Draco said after a minute.
Harry frowned confusedly. "Why would she want to do that?" he said, and then flushed. "You told her?"
Draco smiled and looked back over his shoulder at his lover. "Yes," he said.
"How'd she take it?" Harry asked, wondering if she'd known when he'd made the Floo call.
Draco laid his hand atop Harry's and looked down at this belly. "After she got over the shock, she seemed quite taken with the idea of being a grandmother," he answered.
Harry smiled. "Really?" he said. "I thought she might kill me or something for knocking up her poor son," he half-teased.
Draco leaned back against his lover's chest, head on his shoulder. He turned his face to kiss Harry's cheek. "I think if I were a daughter and still unmarried, my father would have to kill you or something," he teased.
Harry snorted. "He still doesn't know," he said.
"No, I think we will wait until we have a grandchild to show him," Draco said, caressing Harry's hand on his belly now.
"Probably a good idea," Harry nodded. "And you said your mum wants to take you to a healer? Are you actually going to go? I've been trying to get you to go for ages."
"This one will keep the secret," Draco said. "So, yes, I will go."
Harry sighed in relief. "Good," he said. "It'll make me feel better."
Draco kissed his lover's chin now, nipping a bit as he gently pushed Harry's hand lower.
Harry's lips twitched in a small smile as his fingers reached Draco's pubic hair. He touched gently along his cock.
"Mmm," Draco hummed happily, spreading his legs.
Harry lowered his face and turned his head so that Draco would kiss his lips rather than his chin. He wrapped his hand around Draco's shaft, feeling his own stir.
Draco gasped into the kiss as his lover's hand encircled his cock. His hand left Harry's, sliding back to rest on his lover's hip.
Harry slid his tongue forward, gently licking at the edge of Draco's lips as he kissed him. He made a low, content sound up from his chest, his hand moving steadily.
Draco's moved his tongue to caress Harry's, then began to wiggle his arse against his lover's cock, breathing speeding up with his arousal.
Harry's eyes slid closed and he pressed forward, rubbing up against Draco where he was rubbing back.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, panting through his nose now as he felt Harry's thickness sliding along the cleft of his arse and the other man's hand bringing him closer.
Harry rubbed himself more firmly, using his free hand to lie over Draco's chest and press them tightly together. He broke the kiss to pant, his lips open against Draco's.
"Yes, baby," Draco encouraged, rotating his hips now to both thrust into Harry's hand and slide back against his lover's cock. "You make me feel sooo good."
Harry groaned quietly, tightening and speeding up his hand. His cock twitched hard at the sound of Draco's voice, and he could feel his orgasm just moments away.
"Yesss," Draco hissed and then shook as he came, one hand on Harry's hip and the other coming up to grip the man's hand on his chest.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, kissing Draco again as he came too, his heart pounding against Draco's back.
Draco chuckled. "Anytime," he answered, feeling the bliss of being held by his lover after his orgasm.
Harry laughed breathlessly, his nose pressed to Draco's.
***
Within a few days, after Harry had gone off to the Ministry, Narcissa appeared on the doorstep to take Draco to Healer Madeline Sharpner. They went by Floo, since it was easier on pregnant people than Apparation, and ended up in a small waiting room. Though small, it was very nice, obviously decorated with both style and comfort in mind. The chairs were plush, and there were free, tasteful refreshments and only the latest magazines. It was easy to see why Draco's mother liked it there.
"You sit down," Narcissa told him, helping him over to a chair. "I'll set us up."
Draco took a seat, still a bit dizzy from the trip. He was grateful there weren't any other patients in the waiting area. His robes hid the small bulge pretty well, but it would be hard to explain why he was at a midwife’s office.
Only a few minutes passed while Narcissa spoke with a witch sitting behind a desk at the front of the room, and then she strode back over to Draco, taking a seat next to him. "It's all taken care of," she said. "I explained to Healer Sharpner in a letter about the ... special circumstances. She should be out for you in a moment."
"Thanks, Mother," Draco said, nibbling at a cracker someone had thoughtfully supplied. He supposed they were used to people with nausea.
As promised, a few minutes later the door opened and an older witch came though. She was well dressed and clearly took care of herself. She smiled at them. "Narcissa, so wonderful to see you again," she said.
Narcissa smiled as well, getting to her feet. "And you," she said. "This is my son, Draco, whom you've met before, of course."
The healer took Narcissa's hand first, squeezing it affectionately. Then she turned her smile to Draco. "Yes, the miracle child himself," she laughed.
His eyes widened at that and he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you," he said.
"Miracle child is quite the appropriate term here," said Narcissa, smiling and placing a hand on Draco's shoulder. "I know, of course, that you received my letter."
Healer Sharpner nodded. "Young man, you certainly have found a way to surprise even an old healer like me." She released his hand. "Just come along and we can talk about this new adventure of yours."
Narcissa followed when they began to walk forward, her arm looping through Draco's.
"Darling Narcissa," Sharpner said. "Do let me have some private time with your dear boy, please."
Narcissa paused. "Oh," she said. "Oh, how silly of me. I do suppose that would be better ..." She sounded very reluctant, but pulled her arm away and patted Draco's.
"It's okay, dear. We will call you in when we're ready," the healer told Narcissa and then led Draco a short way down a hall and into her office.
He was surprised, expecting an exam room. He looked about and she gestured to a nice leather chair.
When they had both seated themselves, she smiled. "I thought it would be nice, before I poked at you, to talk a bit," she said.
He nodded, licking his lips. Honestly, he had started to get frightened. No one had touched his body but Harry since ... the hospital. "Thank you," he said.
She smiled and nodded. "I have your mother's letter but I would like to hear from you in your own words what is going on," she said. She flicked her wand and cups of tea floated to both of them from a small table.
Draco explained about the potion and the idea for it. He went into a bit more detail with her, not only because she was a healer and interested in the actual potions themselves, but because he wasn't willing to talk about the ... bodily aspects ... with his mother.
"And you had this all planned, did you?" she asked, smiling. "You even taught yourself the Pregnancy Test Charm?"
He nodded and she looked both impressed and amused. "So what did you think would happen when you changed back into a man?"
"I thought the baby would stay inside, since it was a different person," he said. "And then when it came time to come out, I could turn back into a woman for the birth."
She nodded. "Interesting idea, but it didn't work that way did it?"
He blushed, looking down into the cup. "Not exactly. Most of me changed back." He glanced up to see her reaction, but she didn't look surprised.
"It's the fish you didn't count on," the healer said. "They change to give birth. Your body needs those parts for birth."
Draco's eyes widened and he nodded. "So you think I will change back after?"
"Honestly?" and she waited for him to nod, "I don't know. We will have to rewrite books because of you. But I would guess there is a pretty good chance of it."
He sighed in relief at hearing that. It wasn't like he didn't have fun with the extra parts, but he missed, well, missed being himself.
"I needed to ask you about something else," the witch said, looking more serious again.
A shiver went down Draco's spine when she said that and he guessed what it was about. He nodded.
"I read the articles but that's not how I can tell," she said. "Just call it a healer's sense of things. You were pretty badly injured then. How recovered were you before you started this?"
Draco wasn't sure how to answer that. "I was healthy," he said. "I made sure of that. And I have taken some of the potions recommended for pregnant witches."
She smiled but he could see in her eyes that she wasn't just talking about the physical side of things. "Those may not work quite as well with you," she said, letting the other part go for now. "I am not even sure how to find a balance for the mixture of energies your body must be experiencing. This has the potential to be very dangerous for you."
Draco nodded again, he had figured that out by how badly his body seemed to be reacting to everything. "I have some idea of how to reformulate some of the traditional potions," he said.
Back on the safe ground of potions, they talked for a bit more before she led him to the adjoining room where there was a leather-covered exam table waiting. His heart was pounding when she handed him a nice gown and a soft sheet to drape over his lap, and left him to change.
Once stripped and wearing the gown, he sat nervously on the edge of the table. His heart sped up when the door opened and the woman came back in.
"Draco," she said kindly, "do you want your mother in here for this?"
He blushed and shook his head so hard that it made him dizzy again.
She nodded. "Just lay back and breathe. Try to relax."
He did as he was told and she put his feet into the provided stirrups.
"First, I just want to examine the baby," she said. "You said your conception was June 5th?" She smiled at that, clearly remembering that it was his birthday.
She lifted the gown up and began to slide her hand over his belly, pressing in spots and nodding to herself. Then she cast a couple spells on it. He recognised the first one and the bright blue glow. Two more later she patted his arm. "Now I am going to examine you. This is standard for a pregnant witch too. I need to see what we have to deal with.
Draco's heart sped up again and he nodded, closing his eyes. She moved between his spread legs and he had to grip the table to stop himself from moving away. She kept up a small patter of talking, which helped reassure him, even if he wasn't really able to focus on the words.
Finally, her hands touched the inside of his thighs and he shook.
"Do you need me to stop?" she asked.
He wanted to shout "Hell yes!" but shook his head. "No, do it," he said.
She gently touched him and he wondered if she knew a charm for leather repair when his nails were digging into the padding of the table. He regretted not bringing Harry now, or letting his mother in. All he could do was hang on and hope it got better.
Finally, it was done. It could have been minutes or an hour, Draco had no idea but she pulled the sheet down to cover him and stood up again. "I will give you a few minutes," she told him. "Just come back into my office when you are ready."
Draco nodded but couldn't speak. When the door closed and she was gone, he curled on to his side and let himself just shake for a while. Then he slowly pulled himself together and got dressed again. By the time he opened the door to the office, he felt he could at least pretend to be calm.
"Do you want your mother to join us now?" she asked. He nodded, taking a seat as she went to get Narcissa.
Narcissa entered into the room a few moments later and went to Draco's side. "Are you all right?" she asked quietly, stroking his hair back.
He nodded, trying to smile reassuringly at her.
She nodded too, still with worrying, mothering eyes.
"So, I'm sure you want me to get right to the point," Healer Sharpner said. "It looks like the baby is actually doing fairly well."
"And Draco?" Narcissa asked without missing a beat.
"Well, he and I have talked a little about reformulating potions we give women during pregnancy. I am sure you remember some of them, Narcissa. I am not going to lie to you. Draco does face some serious challenges to his health in doing this."
Narcissa's forehead wrinkled as she lowered her brows. She looked at Draco. "Serious challenges?"
Draco nodded, not really surprised.
"Well, there are two major issues we have to deal with. First, as you know, he is likely to have problems similar to those that you had in carrying. Then we have more specific issues that have to do with male body chemistry and anatomy."
Narcissa took in a bit of a trembling breath and nodded. "I was wondering what sort of problems his being male would present," she said quietly.
"Some of the issues I am hoping we can work through with potions, and I am hoping your potions master here will assist me in developing some that work for him," she said, smiling at Draco.
He blushed but nodded.
"But others will include that his skeleton isn't developed for carrying the weight, either. His narrow hips will cause a lot of back strain as well," Sharpner explained.
The frown hadn't left Narcissa's face. "Bed rest in later months then," she said. "Like with me."
"Yes, and maybe sooner than with you," the healer said, expression more serious now. "And you will have to tell your partner, Draco."
Narcissa looked at him again. "Precisely what I was thinking," she said.
"I don't want him to worry," Draco repeated, tired of explaining this.
"Though I don't know Mr. Potter personally," Sharpner said, "if he loves you, you owe it to him to be honest. You are going to need him for this."
Narcissa nodded in agreement, rubbing Draco's hand.
Draco felt like a child being scolded. He really didn't know how Harry would react to finding out that he was risking his life to do this. And there was no way he would tell his mother or Harry that he had known it was dangerous before he'd done it. Finally, with a relenting sigh, he answered. "I will talk to him."
Chapter Title: A Healer's Touch
Words: 2730 Words
Harry trickled water down Draco's back from a washcloth, sending leftover soapsuds sliding into the tub. Banishing Charms hadn't been the only thing on which they'd been tested in class that day. They'd been made to run a physical obstacle course. Harry wasn't out of shape, but he didn't do any exercising like that, so he was a bit sore. A bath after dinner with Draco was fantastic.
Draco sighed happily at the water and his lover's touch, feeling an amazing sense of peace when they were together like this.
Harry kissed Draco's shoulders, one hand wrapped around him and pressed to his belly. "How's my baby?" he asked, smiling amusedly.
"We're fine," Draco answered with a smirk.
Harry smiled again, pressing a kiss to the side of Draco's face and proceeding to wash him. "Good," he said.
"Mother wants to take me to the healer who helped with my birth," Draco said after a minute.
Harry frowned confusedly. "Why would she want to do that?" he said, and then flushed. "You told her?"
Draco smiled and looked back over his shoulder at his lover. "Yes," he said.
"How'd she take it?" Harry asked, wondering if she'd known when he'd made the Floo call.
Draco laid his hand atop Harry's and looked down at this belly. "After she got over the shock, she seemed quite taken with the idea of being a grandmother," he answered.
Harry smiled. "Really?" he said. "I thought she might kill me or something for knocking up her poor son," he half-teased.
Draco leaned back against his lover's chest, head on his shoulder. He turned his face to kiss Harry's cheek. "I think if I were a daughter and still unmarried, my father would have to kill you or something," he teased.
Harry snorted. "He still doesn't know," he said.
"No, I think we will wait until we have a grandchild to show him," Draco said, caressing Harry's hand on his belly now.
"Probably a good idea," Harry nodded. "And you said your mum wants to take you to a healer? Are you actually going to go? I've been trying to get you to go for ages."
"This one will keep the secret," Draco said. "So, yes, I will go."
Harry sighed in relief. "Good," he said. "It'll make me feel better."
Draco kissed his lover's chin now, nipping a bit as he gently pushed Harry's hand lower.
Harry's lips twitched in a small smile as his fingers reached Draco's pubic hair. He touched gently along his cock.
"Mmm," Draco hummed happily, spreading his legs.
Harry lowered his face and turned his head so that Draco would kiss his lips rather than his chin. He wrapped his hand around Draco's shaft, feeling his own stir.
Draco gasped into the kiss as his lover's hand encircled his cock. His hand left Harry's, sliding back to rest on his lover's hip.
Harry slid his tongue forward, gently licking at the edge of Draco's lips as he kissed him. He made a low, content sound up from his chest, his hand moving steadily.
Draco's moved his tongue to caress Harry's, then began to wiggle his arse against his lover's cock, breathing speeding up with his arousal.
Harry's eyes slid closed and he pressed forward, rubbing up against Draco where he was rubbing back.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, panting through his nose now as he felt Harry's thickness sliding along the cleft of his arse and the other man's hand bringing him closer.
Harry rubbed himself more firmly, using his free hand to lie over Draco's chest and press them tightly together. He broke the kiss to pant, his lips open against Draco's.
"Yes, baby," Draco encouraged, rotating his hips now to both thrust into Harry's hand and slide back against his lover's cock. "You make me feel sooo good."
Harry groaned quietly, tightening and speeding up his hand. His cock twitched hard at the sound of Draco's voice, and he could feel his orgasm just moments away.
"Yesss," Draco hissed and then shook as he came, one hand on Harry's hip and the other coming up to grip the man's hand on his chest.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, kissing Draco again as he came too, his heart pounding against Draco's back.
Draco chuckled. "Anytime," he answered, feeling the bliss of being held by his lover after his orgasm.
Harry laughed breathlessly, his nose pressed to Draco's.
***
Within a few days, after Harry had gone off to the Ministry, Narcissa appeared on the doorstep to take Draco to Healer Madeline Sharpner. They went by Floo, since it was easier on pregnant people than Apparation, and ended up in a small waiting room. Though small, it was very nice, obviously decorated with both style and comfort in mind. The chairs were plush, and there were free, tasteful refreshments and only the latest magazines. It was easy to see why Draco's mother liked it there.
"You sit down," Narcissa told him, helping him over to a chair. "I'll set us up."
Draco took a seat, still a bit dizzy from the trip. He was grateful there weren't any other patients in the waiting area. His robes hid the small bulge pretty well, but it would be hard to explain why he was at a midwife’s office.
Only a few minutes passed while Narcissa spoke with a witch sitting behind a desk at the front of the room, and then she strode back over to Draco, taking a seat next to him. "It's all taken care of," she said. "I explained to Healer Sharpner in a letter about the ... special circumstances. She should be out for you in a moment."
"Thanks, Mother," Draco said, nibbling at a cracker someone had thoughtfully supplied. He supposed they were used to people with nausea.
As promised, a few minutes later the door opened and an older witch came though. She was well dressed and clearly took care of herself. She smiled at them. "Narcissa, so wonderful to see you again," she said.
Narcissa smiled as well, getting to her feet. "And you," she said. "This is my son, Draco, whom you've met before, of course."
The healer took Narcissa's hand first, squeezing it affectionately. Then she turned her smile to Draco. "Yes, the miracle child himself," she laughed.
His eyes widened at that and he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you," he said.
"Miracle child is quite the appropriate term here," said Narcissa, smiling and placing a hand on Draco's shoulder. "I know, of course, that you received my letter."
Healer Sharpner nodded. "Young man, you certainly have found a way to surprise even an old healer like me." She released his hand. "Just come along and we can talk about this new adventure of yours."
Narcissa followed when they began to walk forward, her arm looping through Draco's.
"Darling Narcissa," Sharpner said. "Do let me have some private time with your dear boy, please."
Narcissa paused. "Oh," she said. "Oh, how silly of me. I do suppose that would be better ..." She sounded very reluctant, but pulled her arm away and patted Draco's.
"It's okay, dear. We will call you in when we're ready," the healer told Narcissa and then led Draco a short way down a hall and into her office.
He was surprised, expecting an exam room. He looked about and she gestured to a nice leather chair.
When they had both seated themselves, she smiled. "I thought it would be nice, before I poked at you, to talk a bit," she said.
He nodded, licking his lips. Honestly, he had started to get frightened. No one had touched his body but Harry since ... the hospital. "Thank you," he said.
She smiled and nodded. "I have your mother's letter but I would like to hear from you in your own words what is going on," she said. She flicked her wand and cups of tea floated to both of them from a small table.
Draco explained about the potion and the idea for it. He went into a bit more detail with her, not only because she was a healer and interested in the actual potions themselves, but because he wasn't willing to talk about the ... bodily aspects ... with his mother.
"And you had this all planned, did you?" she asked, smiling. "You even taught yourself the Pregnancy Test Charm?"
He nodded and she looked both impressed and amused. "So what did you think would happen when you changed back into a man?"
"I thought the baby would stay inside, since it was a different person," he said. "And then when it came time to come out, I could turn back into a woman for the birth."
She nodded. "Interesting idea, but it didn't work that way did it?"
He blushed, looking down into the cup. "Not exactly. Most of me changed back." He glanced up to see her reaction, but she didn't look surprised.
"It's the fish you didn't count on," the healer said. "They change to give birth. Your body needs those parts for birth."
Draco's eyes widened and he nodded. "So you think I will change back after?"
"Honestly?" and she waited for him to nod, "I don't know. We will have to rewrite books because of you. But I would guess there is a pretty good chance of it."
He sighed in relief at hearing that. It wasn't like he didn't have fun with the extra parts, but he missed, well, missed being himself.
"I needed to ask you about something else," the witch said, looking more serious again.
A shiver went down Draco's spine when she said that and he guessed what it was about. He nodded.
"I read the articles but that's not how I can tell," she said. "Just call it a healer's sense of things. You were pretty badly injured then. How recovered were you before you started this?"
Draco wasn't sure how to answer that. "I was healthy," he said. "I made sure of that. And I have taken some of the potions recommended for pregnant witches."
She smiled but he could see in her eyes that she wasn't just talking about the physical side of things. "Those may not work quite as well with you," she said, letting the other part go for now. "I am not even sure how to find a balance for the mixture of energies your body must be experiencing. This has the potential to be very dangerous for you."
Draco nodded again, he had figured that out by how badly his body seemed to be reacting to everything. "I have some idea of how to reformulate some of the traditional potions," he said.
Back on the safe ground of potions, they talked for a bit more before she led him to the adjoining room where there was a leather-covered exam table waiting. His heart was pounding when she handed him a nice gown and a soft sheet to drape over his lap, and left him to change.
Once stripped and wearing the gown, he sat nervously on the edge of the table. His heart sped up when the door opened and the woman came back in.
"Draco," she said kindly, "do you want your mother in here for this?"
He blushed and shook his head so hard that it made him dizzy again.
She nodded. "Just lay back and breathe. Try to relax."
He did as he was told and she put his feet into the provided stirrups.
"First, I just want to examine the baby," she said. "You said your conception was June 5th?" She smiled at that, clearly remembering that it was his birthday.
She lifted the gown up and began to slide her hand over his belly, pressing in spots and nodding to herself. Then she cast a couple spells on it. He recognised the first one and the bright blue glow. Two more later she patted his arm. "Now I am going to examine you. This is standard for a pregnant witch too. I need to see what we have to deal with.
Draco's heart sped up again and he nodded, closing his eyes. She moved between his spread legs and he had to grip the table to stop himself from moving away. She kept up a small patter of talking, which helped reassure him, even if he wasn't really able to focus on the words.
Finally, her hands touched the inside of his thighs and he shook.
"Do you need me to stop?" she asked.
He wanted to shout "Hell yes!" but shook his head. "No, do it," he said.
She gently touched him and he wondered if she knew a charm for leather repair when his nails were digging into the padding of the table. He regretted not bringing Harry now, or letting his mother in. All he could do was hang on and hope it got better.
Finally, it was done. It could have been minutes or an hour, Draco had no idea but she pulled the sheet down to cover him and stood up again. "I will give you a few minutes," she told him. "Just come back into my office when you are ready."
Draco nodded but couldn't speak. When the door closed and she was gone, he curled on to his side and let himself just shake for a while. Then he slowly pulled himself together and got dressed again. By the time he opened the door to the office, he felt he could at least pretend to be calm.
"Do you want your mother to join us now?" she asked. He nodded, taking a seat as she went to get Narcissa.
Narcissa entered into the room a few moments later and went to Draco's side. "Are you all right?" she asked quietly, stroking his hair back.
He nodded, trying to smile reassuringly at her.
She nodded too, still with worrying, mothering eyes.
"So, I'm sure you want me to get right to the point," Healer Sharpner said. "It looks like the baby is actually doing fairly well."
"And Draco?" Narcissa asked without missing a beat.
"Well, he and I have talked a little about reformulating potions we give women during pregnancy. I am sure you remember some of them, Narcissa. I am not going to lie to you. Draco does face some serious challenges to his health in doing this."
Narcissa's forehead wrinkled as she lowered her brows. She looked at Draco. "Serious challenges?"
Draco nodded, not really surprised.
"Well, there are two major issues we have to deal with. First, as you know, he is likely to have problems similar to those that you had in carrying. Then we have more specific issues that have to do with male body chemistry and anatomy."
Narcissa took in a bit of a trembling breath and nodded. "I was wondering what sort of problems his being male would present," she said quietly.
"Some of the issues I am hoping we can work through with potions, and I am hoping your potions master here will assist me in developing some that work for him," she said, smiling at Draco.
He blushed but nodded.
"But others will include that his skeleton isn't developed for carrying the weight, either. His narrow hips will cause a lot of back strain as well," Sharpner explained.
The frown hadn't left Narcissa's face. "Bed rest in later months then," she said. "Like with me."
"Yes, and maybe sooner than with you," the healer said, expression more serious now. "And you will have to tell your partner, Draco."
Narcissa looked at him again. "Precisely what I was thinking," she said.
"I don't want him to worry," Draco repeated, tired of explaining this.
"Though I don't know Mr. Potter personally," Sharpner said, "if he loves you, you owe it to him to be honest. You are going to need him for this."
Narcissa nodded in agreement, rubbing Draco's hand.
Draco felt like a child being scolded. He really didn't know how Harry would react to finding out that he was risking his life to do this. And there was no way he would tell his mother or Harry that he had known it was dangerous before he'd done it. Finally, with a relenting sigh, he answered. "I will talk to him."