Daimons

Chapter 24

“Kiddo it’s time to wake up.” Harry felt a hand shake him firmly.

Groaning, he rolled over and pulled the blanket a little higher. “Don’t wanta.”

“Harry it’s nearly ten in the morning and before I leave I wish to have a talk with my godson.”

‘Godson?!’ Harry’s eyes shot open. “Remus.” He jumped into the werewolf’s arms. “God it’s good to see you. When did you get back? I have so many questions. So many things I want to tell you. I’ve been taking care of Rose Marie so she wouldn’t miss you. Dumbledore resigned from the Order and I’m now giving the orders…”

“Harry…” Remus laughed out loud at Harry’s enthusiasm. “Slow down… Rose Marie had made us breakfast. Go clean up and we can catch up while we eat.”

“Yes sir.” He bounded off the couch and ran to the loo to get cleaned up.

Rose came in from the kitchen and circled her arms about her husband and leaned her chin on his shoulder. “You will not give him the third degree. The only reason I even told you about Harry’s… problem, was that I don’t think it’s right that a wife should keep secrets from her husband.”

“You’re enjoying have a teenager having a crush on you, don’t you?” Remus asked.

“Oh yeah.” She snickered as she returned to the kitchen. “All I have to say is behave yourself and don’t embarrass him too badly.”

“I’ll behave.” Remus smiled but being the only surviving marauder it was his duty to give Harry a hard time, just not hard enough to get in trouble with the missus.

Harry was famished by the time he sat at the breakfast table. All of his manners were tossed out of the window as he tried to eat and talk at the same time. He had missed Remus more than he had realized.

Remus told Harry and Rose about his time with the werewolves and how he became the leader of the pack. He left off the fact that Silverrage left him feeling inadequate to the job. Then again, Silverrage would have been a better choice, with his charisma and strength he was a natural leader.

Harry spoke of the changes to the Order of the Phoenix and what there objectives were. He told him of Poppy’s marriage to Edelman and of her death. Finally he reiterated how Severus was shot and nearly died, loosing one of his children.

“After breakfast I will hop over to Del’s to see how Severus is doing. I wish I was here for him.” He whisked away a tear that had threatened to fall, his own child in his forethought. “Now Harry tell me how Rose and you have been getting along since I left.”

Rose gave him a slight kick on his shin before she got up to clear the table. “Behave,” she mouthed at him as she left with a handful of dishes.

“I… I… I…”

“Harry is there something wrong?”

“No! Rose Marie and I got along splendidly. She helped me get through some very rough times. Her advice was indispensable.”

“She’s easy to love, isn’t she?” Remus looked at his mate as she washed the dishes. To this day he was in awe that someone as wonderful as she could be in love with him.

“YES! I admit… I’m in love with your wife!” Harry bellowed. He laid his face onto the table, to embarrassed to look at Remus.

“Harry your not in love with my wife.”

“Then why is it that every time I touch her I get a hard on?” That was a big mistake. Moony’s eyes flashed amber. The werewolf bared his teeth and growled at Harry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not all the time but sometimes when I touch her I get this warmth up my arm that settles in my crotch.”

Remus pushed the werewolf back deep inside. Harry was his pup. He wouldn’t hurt his pup no matter what. After calming down, Remus thought about what Harry had said. “Harry I’m not mad, at least not much. But I need you to answer some questions for me.”

“Anything!”

“This warm feeling that goes up your arm and down to your… Does your arm look any different?”

“No.” He paused. “Well it does look like I’ve been in the sun too long.”

“Where were you touching my wife when this happened?” Remus said between clenched teeth.

“The first time when I touched her waist, the second time when I felt the baby kick. Why?”

“I have a theory that you may or may not like. Rose could you come out of the kitchen for a moment? I want to do a spell on you and Harry.”

“What are you up to now?” She smiled as she wiped her hands on a dish towel.

“Harry, come here. I want you to place your hand on my wife’s stomach.”

Harry hesitated.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

Slowly, keeping a wide berth between himself and Remus he placed his hand on Rose Marie’s stomach. He gave a great sigh as the warm feelings shot up his arm and down to his groin again. After a few soft spoken words from Remus there was, this time, a golden glow.

Remus plopped his arse down on the dinning room’s chair and started to chuckle. “Welcome to the family, Harry.”

“Remus I’m sorry… what?” Harry was confused.

“Harry the reason you keep getting… well you know, is because you are mated with my daughter.”

“Huh?” Harry’s mouth hung open, as did Rose Marie’s.

“I had my suspension when you spoke of the warm feelings you had up your arm. Love doesn’t feel like that but being soul bonded with the fetus would. Harry you have found your mate.” Remus took Harry’s right hand and placed it into his left hand. “Harry, meet your very best friend for the next seventeen years.”

Harry blushed and softly swore under his breath. He had, since childhood, wished to meet the one person that would complete him. Now that he had found her he couldn’t touch her for years to come. He looked at Remus and knew the werewolf would be keeping a very close eye on him as his daughter grew. Now, he wished he hadn’t broken up with Miriam.

“Sorry honey.” Remus beamed at his pregnant wife. “It seemed that Harry is in love with our daughter and not you.”

“Remus,” she had to admit she like having a seventeen year old lust after her and now was disappointed that it was all a mistake, “you can go to hell.”

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Draco slowly woke, sore but sated, to someone playing with his nose. He forced an eye open to be greeted by a smiling Tyler.

“Mo’ning.” Tyler poked Draco’s nose. “I’m boa’d, get Won up and p’ay with me.”

‘Won???’ Draco then felt the hard cock of his lover snuggly fitted between the cheeks of his arse. ‘Oh, Ron.’

“Ron we have company.” He nudged Ron, who was spooned up against his back, with his elbow.

Giving a huge yawn, Ron rolled over onto his back. ‘Guess morning sex is out of the question.’ Tyler, seeing the space become available between the two men, took the opportunity to climb over Draco and sit cross legged between them.

“Entertain me,” he ordered, as if royalty.

Rolling his eyes, Draco acted as if he hadn’t heard Tyler. “How did you get out of your room? I warded it shut after you fell asleep last night.”

“I twied to open the doow but it wouldn’t open. So I pwessed my hands on it and imagined it openin’ and here I am.” He threw is arms in the air in triumph.

‘I’m going to have to keep a closer look on him,’ Draco contemplated. ‘That’s pretty powerful magic for someone so young.’

“Well Ron and I were up late last night…”

“What were you doin’?” Tyler asked as he snuggled into the pillows.

“We were playing,” Ron answered Tyler with a huge grin on his face. “Go play and give us a few moments to get cleaned up, then will fix you breakfast and introduce you to Hagrid.” Ron hadn’t told Draco that he had made arrangements with the ground keeper to baby sit Tyler when the two went to class. Draco would be very busy trying to make up for the time he missed if he wished to graduate with his class.

“Okay.” Taking three large bounces, he was off the bed. After he left Ron attacked Draco with kisses. Morning breath didn’t seem to affect either one of them.

“I want you,” Draco whispered as he tilted his head to give Ron better access.

“Too bad, we have class in an hour. Go use the bathroom first while I feed Tyler. Then I’ll use it while you dress him. Now, get that beautiful arse of yours out of the bed and hurry.”

Draco fumed for a moment. He had never liked to be ordered about and by a Weasley… it was unheard of.

“Don’t!” Ron ordered Draco as if he read his mind. “We are not going to play games with one another anymore. There is no question that we love one another… is there?”

Draco couldn’t argue with that but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t sulk. “No… I do love you.”

“Good.” Ron gave him a quick kiss. “We are a couple and couple do things and look out for one another. I don’t want you late on your first day back to school, now hurry.”

Draco decided that he liked the new, improved, self-assured Ron Weasley. He honestly didn’t want someone he could walk all over but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

Ron had his robe on and out the door before Draco threw the covers back from the bed. Climbing out, he grimaced at how tender certain parts of him were, and yet he smiled as he remembered why they hurt.

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Ron had Tyler on his shoulder as the new family walked down to Hagrid’s hut. He and Fang were waiting at the door for the trio.

Draco reached up for his son who leaped into his arms causing Draco’s heart to rush. The boy already had a tendency to be a daredevil.

“I’m going to be in the castle on the top of the hill going to class,” Draco explained. “I’ll come and get you as soon as I’m done. I expect you to be a gentleman and listen to Hagrid while I’m gone.”

“Okay.” Tyler was too trusting for his own good. ‘Probably turn out to be a Gryffindor. I’ll have to see what I can do about that.’ Draco handed Tyler to the burly Professor of Magical Creatures. Hagrid lifted the youngster onto his shoulder so he could wave good-bye to both Ron and to his Daddy.

The giant of a man put Tyler on his own two feet. “And what would you like to do today?” Hagrid asked.

Tyler almost rubbed his hands together; his eyes gleamed, and said, “I was told I’m very good at mischief.”

“Then mischief it is. Come along, there is much to do if we are to make mischief.” Tyler’s little legs had to run to keep up with the long stride of the giant. As he ran he kept thinking how great it was to be a wizard.

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Voldemort had summoned his most loyal of servants. Lucius, usually immaculate, was dressed in what had to be called a maternity smock, sat to his right. The Dark Lord wanted the world to know that the great Malfoy was pregnant by him. Gavin had risen fast among the chosen and was sitting to his Master’s left.

“My loyal subjects, today is a day that will be remembered as the day the Wizarding World was conquered. We are ready, we strike Hogsmeade right after sunset. By the time the fine people wake in the morning their water will be deadlier than…” Voldemort smiled, “me.”

“My Lord, some of us have relatives living in Hogsmeade. Do we have permission to save their lives?”

“No. I will not take a chance that something goes wrong by having the floo networks overloaded by wizards trying to escape. No, those who are there will die like all of the others.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

None were brave enough to argue with he-who-must-not-be-named.

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Miriam stopped eating her lunch as she looked into the crystal ball that linked her to Gavin. She wrote frantically trying not to miss a word that was being said. First she had to get a hold of Armstrong and Harry. Then she would have to pull Ron away from his boyfriend to brew the potion. Beaming she realized that Voldemort was half right. It was a great day. It was the beginning of the downfall of the Dark Lord.