Ferinus Consanguinitas

Its been way, way too long. Sorry about that. Thanks to all of you who reviewed last time and I hope you enjoy this chapter.



Harry rushed up the stairs, heading for Draco’s room, his mind full of questions that needed answering. It couldn’t be possible for him to be…. No he couldn’t even think the dreaded word. Finally he made it to the top landing and ran full speed down the hallway, his cloak fluttering to the floor behind him. He tried the handle, but the door was locked. Harry didn’t want to knock on the door since it was still the early hours of the morning and everyone was probably still asleep. He pulled his wand from his pocket and cast Alohamora, but the lock didn’t budge. Harry kicked the door in frustration causing a loud bang to echo in the empty hallway. Harry;s door at the end of the hall flew open and the lights in the hallway came flicker to life, blinding Harry’s sensitive eyes with their intensity. He hadn’t realized that he had been wandering around in the dark all this time

“Harry where were you? We have to go now!” Sirius dragged him into his room where he was once again throwing all of Harry’s belongings into his trunk at a frantic pace.

“Sirius stop, can we talk about this later? I really need to talk with Dra…Malfoy.” His words didn’t slow the frantic pace of clothes and books flying into his trunk.

“The Malfoy’s have already left; we only have about 10 minutes until they get here. Go make sure Ron is ready, I’m sure Molly already has her hands full with the twins and Ginny.”

“Before who gets here Sirius? Harry had already started moving toward the bathroom door that joined Harry’s room to Ron’s.

“The ministry, You-Know-Who staged a full out attack about 20 minutes ago. Arthur and Kingsley made it out alive, but Mad Eye, well he took down half of the attackers at least before he went down. I think that is the way he would have liked to go. Anyway, they have declared all muggle born and muggle sympathizers are to be arrested on sight”

“That doesn’t explain why they are coming here.” The trunk was closed and Ron was hauling his trunk into the room.

“Someone at the wedding talked, we aren’t sure who yet. They should have known better, can’t trust anyone these days. Ok your all packed up, get Ron and lets go.” Sirius held up a broken lamp that would have never entered the Malfoy mansion even when it was new. Hermione raced in with her trunk floating beside her. Everyone grabbed their things and the lamp, Sirius’ arm was tight around Harry’s shoulders as the world began to spin.


Grimwald Place was extremely dirty when they arrived. It had been close, the portkey dropped them off right in front of the door, but there were a few deatheaters waiting. Thankfully they were waiting right under where Hermione’s trunk of books landed. Harry didn’t think they would be getting up anytime soon. The others arrived soon after with separate portkeys and rushed into the house. All were accounted for except the Lyra and the Malfoys. Harry was told they went to another one of their properties instead.

The younger of the group took their belongings to the rooms they had last used in the house, while the adults began to shore up the wards surrounding the house. Before this would have been almost impossible, but with Sirius back in the house, the warding went quickly. After they had finish unpacking, Molly threw together a wonderful lunch with the things the house-elves took from the manor. The meal was quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Tonks informed them that Neville was alive (Harry hadn’t talked about his vision as of yet) she had checked the family scrolls before they left the Manor to make sure. Molly was crying into her food, they had yet to get word of Percy and they feared the worst. She had hoped to check the scroll at Grimwald Place, but it seemed the new wards had caused that scroll to be cut off from the others until the wards were dropped. Mad-Eye was remembered with a fond toast and they planned to have a memorial for him later that week. With lunch over, Molly gathered everyone together and forced another house clean up on them. Kreatcher had apparently locked himself in Regulus’ room with some very strong wards, leaving the house to fall into further disarray. When Sirius had found the house elf was still alive, he spent two hours trying to break down the door to kill the little beast, but to no avail.
After dinner everyone settled in for the night; Ron Hermione and Harry were huddled together in the boy’s room talking over their plans to find the Horcruxes. With no solid leads as to their next destination, they were trying to decide how to destroy the locket.

“Do you know how Dumbledore destroyed the ring? Perhaps we need a special spell?” Ron was not as boisterous as usual, even though he bad mouthed Percy all the time, he still was worried for his brother.

“That spell wouldn’t really be a good idea Ron. You saw Dumbledore’s hand, that damage was from destroying the ring, There has to be a better way.” Harry’s stomach was beginning to act up again. He stood as he spoke to his friends and found the bottle of potion Lyra had given him in the robes on his bed.

“Harry, what is that you are drinking?” Hermione inquired.

“I haven’t been feeling to well lately, its so I don’t throw up.” The bottle was snatched from his hands before he could take a sip.

“Harry you can’t just treat the symptoms, if you are sick you need to see a healer. This bottle doesn’t even have a label! Are you having any other problems?” Harry snatched the bottle back and took a sip, his nausea going away almost immediately.

“Just a few, nothing to worry about Mione.” She gave him the look, the one that made him spill his guts to her almost every time. So he explained about the vision and the headaches, both her and Ron were appalled to hear about Neville. He told them about taking another dose of the potion and showed Hermione the label he had taken from the trash.

“Why Harry? Why would hide this? If you are taking this only for your nausea then. You don’t think that potion could have….possibly…gotten you…”

“Come off it Hermione, you think the potion made Harry pregnant? More likely she removed the label cause no self respecting wizard would take that stuff if they knew it was for a pregnant witch. If he doesn’t feel like blowing chunks after he takes it than who cares if it’s for girls that are up the duff!!” And with that the conversation was over as the twins came in asking if Ronnikins had gotten Hermione preggers. Thankfully Harry didn’t have to bring up Draco yet to his friends. He would have to tell them sometime; perhaps when Voldemort was dead, yeah, that sounded good.

"Harry, I'm just saying with all the symptoms you have been having" she paused seeming to try and gather her thoughts, "I'm not sure how it would be possible, but I think you might be pregnant" The next morning found Harry on his knees in front of the porcalin god once again. Only this time Hermione was right behind him with her potions book pointing out 3 separate that could be used for nausea instead of the one he forgot to take when he woke up. He rinised his mouth and gargled when he was finished before he gave Hermione a pointed look.

"If you hadn't noticed before I am a male, and unless I misunderstood the whole birds and the bees conversation that means that I can't get pregnant" Harry's face was a strange mixed of green and red, showing both anger and his lingering nausea. Harry walked into the drawing room and leaned against the cool wall.

"Are you telling me that male wizard's can get pregnant?"

"No, of course not Harry, male wizards still have the same physical body structure as male muggles, I'm not really sure how this could be possible. I have read studies on this where males wizards have tried to successfully get pregnant, but I have never heard of anyone actually succeeding" Hermione looked frantic and excited at the same time; she couldn't believe that she was standing here witnessing history in the making. It was then that Lyra decided to add in to the conversation where she had been listening at the door.

"And I thought you told me that you weren't gay Harry." She looked even more tired than she had a few days ago, her words were filled with bitterness.

"What does that have to do with anything?!?!" Harry was pissed, that was the only emotion he could bring himself to feel right now. He couldn't think about how there possibly another life was growing inside him.

"Well obviously since you are in this condition, you definitely weren't with a female, well at least in the creation of your soon to be bundle of joy." The venom in her voice was apparent, but under that, she looked guilty. She had shown up this morning to drop off the first of Remus’ potions for the next full moon in a week.

"Back off Lyra, can't you see Harry is in shock?"

"Well Hermione, I did warn him, it was right there in black and white on the potion's description." She reached in to the satchel hanging on her shoulder and pulled out the same loose leaf muggle paper Harry had looked over months earlier. "You see" she said pointing to the paper and then reading the sentence out loud ‘If the person taking this potion gets pregnant’ which it clearly states here is not recommended, ‘the child will be born with most of the abilities of a full blooded shadow demon though the strength depends on the magical power of the womb.’"

"But that doesn't say I can get pregnant!!"

"Listen to the wording Harry, It says person, not woman, and a female's womb isn't made of magical power so it would be unusual for that to be in there if it was talking about a normal pregnancy" Hermione seemed in deep thought as she was saying this, as if wondering why she hadn't considered the wording the first time she read it while still back on Privet Dr.

"I wasn't really worried about telling you more since you very clearly stated to me that you were not gay, perhaps had you been honest you would not be in the situation you are now." Her voice was shaky, tears forming in her eyes.

'Oh god I'm pregnant with Draco's child'

"It won't be human will it, it’s going to be some kind of freakish creature cause of that damn potion" Lyra's eyes flashed with anger and she stormed over to Harry grabbing on to the collar of his pajamas, lifting him easily into the air and slamming his shoulders and head into the wall.

"How dare you call your own child a freak. How. Fucking. Dare. You." she hit his head against the wall as an emphasis to each word causing Harry's blood to flow onto the Black family tree inscribed into the wall paper. Hermione was yelling at Lyra to put him down brandishing her wand, but weary of hitting Harry instead of Lyra. He could hear the other occupants in the house running towards the room, yelling down the hallways asking what was happening.

Harry's blood ran down the wall and onto the branches of the tree where it soaked into the fabric. The stain then started to glow, and a faint yellow light suddenly shot down the branches of the tree. Lyra eased Harry to the ground as she followed the path of the light with her eyes; it passed through Pollux Black, down to Cygnus Black, over Narcissa Malfoy, and finally rested on Draco Malfoy for a moment before a new branch uncurled from around his name. Its end split into two to form a sideways "T" with Draco's name at the top. The words "Harry James Potter" slowly formed at the bottom of the "T", and "unborn child" took its place on the remaining branch.

Everyone in the house was now standing in the room by the doorway mouths agape and silent, Hermione had lowered her wand and they all were staring at the newly formed branches.

"No child should be called a freak Harry, especially not by the ones who are supposed to love them without question." Lyra's eyes finally left the spot where the magic in the tapestry had proven that a new life would soon enter this world, and walked out of the room. Harry, still a bit dazed from his head injury could only stare at the same spot that had everyone else captivated. He reached down to his still flat abdomen, his child, his and Draco's.