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Eros' Child
Chapter Number/Total: 28/40
Chapter Title: Eros' Child
Words: 2877 Words
Harry was dreaming about some towering man who kept casting Crucio on him. Oddly, the spell didn't hurt as much as it usually did, not at all like it usually did, but the man kept casting it anyway. It was only uncomfortable, although Harry realised, with some fear, that the pain seemed to be growing worse every time he cast it. "Stop," he told the man, but the man only did it again. "Stop," Harry said, louder this time, and his own voice woke him. He opened his eyes and looked around, confused for a moment ... but then he remembered. He shivered and closed his eyes again, actually preferring the strange dream to his reality when there was a sudden pain in his abdomen that felt a lot like what the dream had felt like. Frowning, Harry held very still. The pain didn't come again and he sighed, closing his eyes, but then it did come again and his eyes opened wide with fear. He sat up suddenly, hand on his stomach.
Draco was awake instantly when Harry sat up. "Harry? Are you okay?" he asked, sitting up too.
Harry turned his head and stared at Draco with wide, scared eyes. "I don't know," he whispered.
Draco saw the fear in Harry's eyes and understood. He laid his hand on his belly and felt the tension first and then the ripple of magic. "Gods," he said.
Harry's breathing sped up and he began shaking. "No, no, please no," he begged, closing his eyes. "No, please."
"Shhh ," Draco said, moving up to sit behind Harry and pull him back against him. "Relax and breathe with it," he said.
Harry was still breathing very quickly and he struggled to slow it down, clutching Draco's arms in a vice grip. It wasn't that the pain was bad, but he knew what it meant and he didn't want it to be that time yet.
"Forget everything but me and Valen," Draco said. "We are all that matters right now," he continued in a soothing voice, right hand stroking Harry's belly and his left rubbing the base of his back. Draco was terrified, but he knew better than to show it to his husband.
Harry concentrated on relaxing, trying to let everything go. It was very hard to do and it wasn't until several minutes had passed that he was calm enough to breath slowly. The pains kept coming and were fairly short, but it seemed to Harry that the spaces between them grew shorter. It had gone from being several minutes before a pain would hit, to hitting for longer and with less time in between.
"I can feel him," Draco whispered. "He is like you. He has power. And he can feel your magic and mine. He is a sensitive, like I am."
Harry breathed deep and actually managed a very small smile. He held his breath as another pain hit, this one stronger and longer than any so far. He released the breath loudly and with a bit of a groan.
"Yes, that's it," Draco whispered against the side of this lover's face. "Feel your magic and his. Let it happen."
Harry had no idea what was going to happen or how the baby was supposed to get out, but he listened to Draco, his voice calming and the only thing in the world that mattered to Harry besides his child.
Draco held and soothed his husband. He could feel Harry's magic and the baby's shifting. Without a wand, he didn't know what he could do. He held him, rocking and muttering soothing words as the contractions became stronger and closer together.
As the pains grew worse, it also felt like something was wrong. Harry was gritting his teeth as hard as he possibly could to keep from crying out. His whole body tensed up with the pain and then when the pain was over, he released with a growling sound almost, breathing quick again.
Draco closed his eyes, using both his sense of touch and his sensitivity. "He is getting tired," Draco said. "He is trying to find a way out but can't do it on his own. You ... you are going to have to help him."
"How?" Harry asked through his teeth, the pain too much for him to be thinking about anything else.
"Do you remember that spell? The one I used to cut myself?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, body shaking as he felt another contraction coming.
Draco rocked him through the contraction, trying to help him keep his breathing deep. "And the other one," he said. "The one you used to stop the bleeding when you cut my arm?"
Harry released the tension in his body again with the same kind of growl. "Yeah," he gasped.
"Can you imagine them together, something that cuts and does not allow you to bleed?" Draco asked.
Harry imagined what Draco was saying, tried to imagine a spell that would cut and not bleed. He nodded slowly, feeling like he knew where this was going.
Draco felt around until he could feel the place where Valen was pushing with his own magic. "Here," Draco said, drawing a finger across Harry's belly. "It's safe to cut here," he added. "Then I can lift him out but you will need to seal the wound quickly."
Harry took a very deep breath and opened his eyes, nodding when he looked down and saw where Draco's finger was. He took a few seconds to prepare himself for what he had to do.
Draco moved so that his hands were on either side of Harry's belly, with his husband resting against his chest. This way he could hold Harry up and reach for their son. His own heart was beating so fast it was a wonder that he could still hear Harry's breathing over the noise. "Beside you, Harry," Draco said. "I love you."
"Love you," Harry breathed, raising a shaking hand to perform the spell he wasn't even sure would work. He tried not to allow himself to think about anything except Draco and Valen as he pressed the index finger of his right hand to the spot that Draco had indicated. He took one more deep breath, and thinking about the spell without a name, drew the finger across his stomach, gasping with the pain of it, eyes welling with tears.
Draco sucked in a harsh breath as he felt Harry's magic and saw that wound open across his belly. Almost blindly, he reached into his husband's body, following the feel of their son's magic and grasping at soft, warm flesh. His silver hand found it first and lifted as gently and quickly as he could. The child was wrapped in a thin bag of flesh with a cord that disappeared back into Harry's body. "Cut and seal the cord, Harry," Draco said. "And then close it, quickly."
Harry was breathing very, very fast, crying out on every other breath. He grasped at the strange cord, drawing his finger across it before laying his hand against his own stomach and pressing it across the strange unbleeding wound, although there was blood from the inside of his body spread across his belly. He could feel the skin mending itself slowly and he continued to run his hand over it, thinking with all his might about sealing it up.
Draco almost cried in relief when he saw Harry's magic working on the wound. "Good," he said. Valen was struggling inside the flesh that had protected him. Draco pulled the small bundle up to Harry's chest, laying it there as he tried to use his own fingers to pull it open. He could feel Valen's hands and feet pushing at the sack, his magic like sparks.
Harry finally felt the cut close up all the way and he groaned with relief, his body going completely limp.
"Harry?" Draco asked, worried. He could feel the flesh give way under his fingernails and he tore the sack, fluid and blood running everywhere. Valentine had stopped moving.
Harry had closed his eyes again and lay breathing deeply. He made a strange groaning noise in response to Draco.
Draco started to panic. He could feel Harry was hurt and he was afraid for Valen too. He lifted the small body of their son. He was so little he didn't look real. He turned him over, face down in the palm of his hand and rubbed his back with his other hand, trying to clear the infant's air passages. After what felt like an eternity but was probably less than a minute, there was a little cough and the tiny body jerked. Valentine spit up the fluids he had choked on and was crying. "Oh, Merlin, thank you," Draco breathed himself.
Harry heard the crying and let out a choked sob of his own, too weak to sit up or do much of anything but lay there.
Draco pulled the remains of birth sack off of his lover, tossing it aside, and lay their baby on Harry's chest instead. "Open your eyes, Harry," he urged. "Don't give up now. You have someone to meet."
Harry was crying as he opened his eyes to see the tiny little boy resting on his chest. His son, his and Draco's son. "Hi," he whispered, bringing up one shaking hand to touch him.
Valentine opened his eyes, staring up at his parents. He was tiny and covered in blood, but seemed very aware.
Harry let out a short half-laugh, reaching for Draco with the hand that wasn't touching their son.
Draco's blood-covered hand held his husband's. "He's perfect," Draco said. "A tiny little person."
Harry squeezed Draco's hand, stroking Valen's head. "Perfect," he whispered.
Draco smiled. He had prepared for weeks for this with Madam Pomfrey's help and had a dozen potions on hand at home to deal with the possibilities. None of which he could use right now. At least he had been working on the combination spell. But it was Harry who had done it. He kissed the side of Harry's face. "Welcome to the world, Valentine Leander Malfoy," he said.
Harry smiled weakly. "We love you already," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "How do you feel?" he asked his husband.
"I don't know," Harry answered. "Very, very sore. And very empty."
"That's to be expected," Draco said. "But you don't feel like you are getting weaker or dizzy?"
"I don't know," Harry answered again, voice hoarse. "I just feel odd all over the place."
"We need to keep you and Valen warm until we can get somewhere safe," Draco said.
Harry shuddered at Draco's words. They brought him back to the reality of where they were. "I think I can manage a Warming Charm," he said. "Can I do one on him?"
"I don’t know, Harry," Draco said. "I suggest we lay you on your side. You curl around him and I will curl my body around you."
Harry nodded, lifting both hands to hold Valen gently but firmly to his chest.
Draco eased Harry to his side, curling around him in the cold room.
Harry hissed a little through his teeth as he was moved, but settled in gently. He held the baby very closely to him, cradling him with one arm and doing his best to cover him up and hold him close with the other.
Valentine's mouth sucked at the skin of Harry's chest.
"I think he's hungry," Harry whispered, stroking his head again.
"Let him suckle," Draco whispered. "Even if you don't have milk, it will feel good to him."
Harry nodded, moving Valen so that he was positioned at a nipple. It was strange, but Harry found that it didn't really bother him at all. He was giving his child comfort and that was all that mattered to him.
After a moment of rooting around, Valen's mouth closed on the nipple and began to suck, making little noises as he did.
Harry sighed quietly, petting Valen's skin. "He's gorgeous," he whispered.
"His hair is white." Draco smiled, looking over Harry's shoulder. "Not much of it yet, but white," he said.
Harry smiled. "Very much a Malfoy," he said quietly, touching said hair.
After a few minutes, the sucking stopped and the baby sighed against Harry's chest, mouth still on the nipple even though he had fallen asleep.
Harry felt tears in his eyes again as he watched his son sleep for the first time and thought about how he was going to get him home and warm and safe.
"We need to get out of this room and we need to keep him with you," Draco said. "Do you understand? You can get him to safety."
Harry sniffed and let out a sob. "What do you mean?" he choked out.
"I mean if I can find a way to bargain you out of this, you take it," Draco said firmly.
Harry closed his eyes. "Draco," he sobbed. "I can't leave without you."
"Trust me, I don't want to be left behind," Draco said. "But if you get the opportunity to get Valentine and yourself out of here, you take it. Promise me."
Harry cried, not answering.
"Promise me, Harry," Draco insisted.
Harry squeezed his eyes more tightly shut before he nodded. "I promise," he sobbed.
Valen's fingers clutched at Harry's chest. "Look how tiny his nails are," Draco said, wonder filling his voice.
Harry sniffed and looked down. It was several moments before he could find his voice again. "Everything about him is tiny," he said.
Draco sighed, caught between watching Harry's face and his child. "You sleep too, love," Draco said. "You both worked hard."
Harry nodded, but even though he felt weak, he didn't know if he could fall asleep. However, he eventually did, too exhausted to stay awake, his hand gently resting on Valen's head.
***
Draco wasn't sleeping. He was cold, hungry and, truth be told, terrified. He was curled around his husband and child, propped up on one elbow, watching them sleep. Valen yawned and opened his eyes. Green. Draco smiled. He reached his hand down, a finger touching Valen's tiny chin. Small fingers wrapped around his. Valen's touch was a familiar magic and both of them seemed comforted by it.
Harry was very, very tired and worn out, more so than he could ever remember being. It was several minutes after Valen had awoken that Harry did. He opened his eyes slowly to see Valen clutching a long, pale finger and smiled gently at him.
Draco smiled into his lover's face. "How are you?" he asked quietly. Valen made a small grunting noise and pressed his face to Harry's chest again.
Harry groaned a little bit. "Still sore," he said. "But that's not very surprising, is it?"
There was a noise and they heard the bolt being thrown on the door. Draco got quickly to his feet, putting himself between the door and his family.
Harry gasped and held Valen to him securely, attempting to sit up a bit.
"Stay down," Draco whispered.
Macnair pushed the door open, wand raised. His eyes widened at the sight of Draco standing with blood on himself and on Harry behind him. "What has happened?" the man asked.
Harry didn't say anything, just stared at the blurry figure of Macnair, holding his baby and trying to keep him out of sight.
"We need water, food, towels, blankets, and clothes," Draco said sharply.
"Answer my question first," Macnair said. "Stand aside, Draco."
"No," Draco said. "Let me speak to my mother."
Harry's heart was pounding and he started concentrating on his magic again. If Macnair came anywhere near Valen, he was going to blast him clear across the room.
Macnair stared past Draco and back to him again, considering. "Okay," he said, stepping back, "but he stays here."
Harry gasped and made a jerky movement, not wanting to let Draco out of his sight, but he didn't protest, remembering his promise.
"You'll provide for him?" Draco asked.
Macnair rolled his eyes and reached beside the door. He set a bucket of water inside and then a loaf of bread. "Now move, Draco," the man said.
"Th ... he needs a blanket," Draco insisted.
"When I return," Macnair said.
"Then your robe," Draco bargained.
Macnair scowled and it didn't look like he would give in. But then he reached up and undid the fastener, throwing that into the small room. "Now move or I will change my mind," he said.
Draco walked forward and the door slammed behind him, leaving Harry and Valen in the room.
Hissing through his teeth again, Harry pushed himself up with as much strength as he possessed. He moved slowly over to the robe, still holding Valen to his chest and then wrapped the material around him, making sure to cover his tiny little body up completely. He was shivering himself and Valen was so little, the entire robe wasn't needed to cover him up and Harry used it to cover himself, using a corner of it to wipe some of the blood that hadn't dried yet from Valen's face.
Chapter Title: Eros' Child
Words: 2877 Words
Harry was dreaming about some towering man who kept casting Crucio on him. Oddly, the spell didn't hurt as much as it usually did, not at all like it usually did, but the man kept casting it anyway. It was only uncomfortable, although Harry realised, with some fear, that the pain seemed to be growing worse every time he cast it. "Stop," he told the man, but the man only did it again. "Stop," Harry said, louder this time, and his own voice woke him. He opened his eyes and looked around, confused for a moment ... but then he remembered. He shivered and closed his eyes again, actually preferring the strange dream to his reality when there was a sudden pain in his abdomen that felt a lot like what the dream had felt like. Frowning, Harry held very still. The pain didn't come again and he sighed, closing his eyes, but then it did come again and his eyes opened wide with fear. He sat up suddenly, hand on his stomach.
Draco was awake instantly when Harry sat up. "Harry? Are you okay?" he asked, sitting up too.
Harry turned his head and stared at Draco with wide, scared eyes. "I don't know," he whispered.
Draco saw the fear in Harry's eyes and understood. He laid his hand on his belly and felt the tension first and then the ripple of magic. "Gods," he said.
Harry's breathing sped up and he began shaking. "No, no, please no," he begged, closing his eyes. "No, please."
"Shhh ," Draco said, moving up to sit behind Harry and pull him back against him. "Relax and breathe with it," he said.
Harry was still breathing very quickly and he struggled to slow it down, clutching Draco's arms in a vice grip. It wasn't that the pain was bad, but he knew what it meant and he didn't want it to be that time yet.
"Forget everything but me and Valen," Draco said. "We are all that matters right now," he continued in a soothing voice, right hand stroking Harry's belly and his left rubbing the base of his back. Draco was terrified, but he knew better than to show it to his husband.
Harry concentrated on relaxing, trying to let everything go. It was very hard to do and it wasn't until several minutes had passed that he was calm enough to breath slowly. The pains kept coming and were fairly short, but it seemed to Harry that the spaces between them grew shorter. It had gone from being several minutes before a pain would hit, to hitting for longer and with less time in between.
"I can feel him," Draco whispered. "He is like you. He has power. And he can feel your magic and mine. He is a sensitive, like I am."
Harry breathed deep and actually managed a very small smile. He held his breath as another pain hit, this one stronger and longer than any so far. He released the breath loudly and with a bit of a groan.
"Yes, that's it," Draco whispered against the side of this lover's face. "Feel your magic and his. Let it happen."
Harry had no idea what was going to happen or how the baby was supposed to get out, but he listened to Draco, his voice calming and the only thing in the world that mattered to Harry besides his child.
Draco held and soothed his husband. He could feel Harry's magic and the baby's shifting. Without a wand, he didn't know what he could do. He held him, rocking and muttering soothing words as the contractions became stronger and closer together.
As the pains grew worse, it also felt like something was wrong. Harry was gritting his teeth as hard as he possibly could to keep from crying out. His whole body tensed up with the pain and then when the pain was over, he released with a growling sound almost, breathing quick again.
Draco closed his eyes, using both his sense of touch and his sensitivity. "He is getting tired," Draco said. "He is trying to find a way out but can't do it on his own. You ... you are going to have to help him."
"How?" Harry asked through his teeth, the pain too much for him to be thinking about anything else.
"Do you remember that spell? The one I used to cut myself?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, body shaking as he felt another contraction coming.
Draco rocked him through the contraction, trying to help him keep his breathing deep. "And the other one," he said. "The one you used to stop the bleeding when you cut my arm?"
Harry released the tension in his body again with the same kind of growl. "Yeah," he gasped.
"Can you imagine them together, something that cuts and does not allow you to bleed?" Draco asked.
Harry imagined what Draco was saying, tried to imagine a spell that would cut and not bleed. He nodded slowly, feeling like he knew where this was going.
Draco felt around until he could feel the place where Valen was pushing with his own magic. "Here," Draco said, drawing a finger across Harry's belly. "It's safe to cut here," he added. "Then I can lift him out but you will need to seal the wound quickly."
Harry took a very deep breath and opened his eyes, nodding when he looked down and saw where Draco's finger was. He took a few seconds to prepare himself for what he had to do.
Draco moved so that his hands were on either side of Harry's belly, with his husband resting against his chest. This way he could hold Harry up and reach for their son. His own heart was beating so fast it was a wonder that he could still hear Harry's breathing over the noise. "Beside you, Harry," Draco said. "I love you."
"Love you," Harry breathed, raising a shaking hand to perform the spell he wasn't even sure would work. He tried not to allow himself to think about anything except Draco and Valen as he pressed the index finger of his right hand to the spot that Draco had indicated. He took one more deep breath, and thinking about the spell without a name, drew the finger across his stomach, gasping with the pain of it, eyes welling with tears.
Draco sucked in a harsh breath as he felt Harry's magic and saw that wound open across his belly. Almost blindly, he reached into his husband's body, following the feel of their son's magic and grasping at soft, warm flesh. His silver hand found it first and lifted as gently and quickly as he could. The child was wrapped in a thin bag of flesh with a cord that disappeared back into Harry's body. "Cut and seal the cord, Harry," Draco said. "And then close it, quickly."
Harry was breathing very, very fast, crying out on every other breath. He grasped at the strange cord, drawing his finger across it before laying his hand against his own stomach and pressing it across the strange unbleeding wound, although there was blood from the inside of his body spread across his belly. He could feel the skin mending itself slowly and he continued to run his hand over it, thinking with all his might about sealing it up.
Draco almost cried in relief when he saw Harry's magic working on the wound. "Good," he said. Valen was struggling inside the flesh that had protected him. Draco pulled the small bundle up to Harry's chest, laying it there as he tried to use his own fingers to pull it open. He could feel Valen's hands and feet pushing at the sack, his magic like sparks.
Harry finally felt the cut close up all the way and he groaned with relief, his body going completely limp.
"Harry?" Draco asked, worried. He could feel the flesh give way under his fingernails and he tore the sack, fluid and blood running everywhere. Valentine had stopped moving.
Harry had closed his eyes again and lay breathing deeply. He made a strange groaning noise in response to Draco.
Draco started to panic. He could feel Harry was hurt and he was afraid for Valen too. He lifted the small body of their son. He was so little he didn't look real. He turned him over, face down in the palm of his hand and rubbed his back with his other hand, trying to clear the infant's air passages. After what felt like an eternity but was probably less than a minute, there was a little cough and the tiny body jerked. Valentine spit up the fluids he had choked on and was crying. "Oh, Merlin, thank you," Draco breathed himself.
Harry heard the crying and let out a choked sob of his own, too weak to sit up or do much of anything but lay there.
Draco pulled the remains of birth sack off of his lover, tossing it aside, and lay their baby on Harry's chest instead. "Open your eyes, Harry," he urged. "Don't give up now. You have someone to meet."
Harry was crying as he opened his eyes to see the tiny little boy resting on his chest. His son, his and Draco's son. "Hi," he whispered, bringing up one shaking hand to touch him.
Valentine opened his eyes, staring up at his parents. He was tiny and covered in blood, but seemed very aware.
Harry let out a short half-laugh, reaching for Draco with the hand that wasn't touching their son.
Draco's blood-covered hand held his husband's. "He's perfect," Draco said. "A tiny little person."
Harry squeezed Draco's hand, stroking Valen's head. "Perfect," he whispered.
Draco smiled. He had prepared for weeks for this with Madam Pomfrey's help and had a dozen potions on hand at home to deal with the possibilities. None of which he could use right now. At least he had been working on the combination spell. But it was Harry who had done it. He kissed the side of Harry's face. "Welcome to the world, Valentine Leander Malfoy," he said.
Harry smiled weakly. "We love you already," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "How do you feel?" he asked his husband.
"I don't know," Harry answered. "Very, very sore. And very empty."
"That's to be expected," Draco said. "But you don't feel like you are getting weaker or dizzy?"
"I don't know," Harry answered again, voice hoarse. "I just feel odd all over the place."
"We need to keep you and Valen warm until we can get somewhere safe," Draco said.
Harry shuddered at Draco's words. They brought him back to the reality of where they were. "I think I can manage a Warming Charm," he said. "Can I do one on him?"
"I don’t know, Harry," Draco said. "I suggest we lay you on your side. You curl around him and I will curl my body around you."
Harry nodded, lifting both hands to hold Valen gently but firmly to his chest.
Draco eased Harry to his side, curling around him in the cold room.
Harry hissed a little through his teeth as he was moved, but settled in gently. He held the baby very closely to him, cradling him with one arm and doing his best to cover him up and hold him close with the other.
Valentine's mouth sucked at the skin of Harry's chest.
"I think he's hungry," Harry whispered, stroking his head again.
"Let him suckle," Draco whispered. "Even if you don't have milk, it will feel good to him."
Harry nodded, moving Valen so that he was positioned at a nipple. It was strange, but Harry found that it didn't really bother him at all. He was giving his child comfort and that was all that mattered to him.
After a moment of rooting around, Valen's mouth closed on the nipple and began to suck, making little noises as he did.
Harry sighed quietly, petting Valen's skin. "He's gorgeous," he whispered.
"His hair is white." Draco smiled, looking over Harry's shoulder. "Not much of it yet, but white," he said.
Harry smiled. "Very much a Malfoy," he said quietly, touching said hair.
After a few minutes, the sucking stopped and the baby sighed against Harry's chest, mouth still on the nipple even though he had fallen asleep.
Harry felt tears in his eyes again as he watched his son sleep for the first time and thought about how he was going to get him home and warm and safe.
"We need to get out of this room and we need to keep him with you," Draco said. "Do you understand? You can get him to safety."
Harry sniffed and let out a sob. "What do you mean?" he choked out.
"I mean if I can find a way to bargain you out of this, you take it," Draco said firmly.
Harry closed his eyes. "Draco," he sobbed. "I can't leave without you."
"Trust me, I don't want to be left behind," Draco said. "But if you get the opportunity to get Valentine and yourself out of here, you take it. Promise me."
Harry cried, not answering.
"Promise me, Harry," Draco insisted.
Harry squeezed his eyes more tightly shut before he nodded. "I promise," he sobbed.
Valen's fingers clutched at Harry's chest. "Look how tiny his nails are," Draco said, wonder filling his voice.
Harry sniffed and looked down. It was several moments before he could find his voice again. "Everything about him is tiny," he said.
Draco sighed, caught between watching Harry's face and his child. "You sleep too, love," Draco said. "You both worked hard."
Harry nodded, but even though he felt weak, he didn't know if he could fall asleep. However, he eventually did, too exhausted to stay awake, his hand gently resting on Valen's head.
***
Draco wasn't sleeping. He was cold, hungry and, truth be told, terrified. He was curled around his husband and child, propped up on one elbow, watching them sleep. Valen yawned and opened his eyes. Green. Draco smiled. He reached his hand down, a finger touching Valen's tiny chin. Small fingers wrapped around his. Valen's touch was a familiar magic and both of them seemed comforted by it.
Harry was very, very tired and worn out, more so than he could ever remember being. It was several minutes after Valen had awoken that Harry did. He opened his eyes slowly to see Valen clutching a long, pale finger and smiled gently at him.
Draco smiled into his lover's face. "How are you?" he asked quietly. Valen made a small grunting noise and pressed his face to Harry's chest again.
Harry groaned a little bit. "Still sore," he said. "But that's not very surprising, is it?"
There was a noise and they heard the bolt being thrown on the door. Draco got quickly to his feet, putting himself between the door and his family.
Harry gasped and held Valen to him securely, attempting to sit up a bit.
"Stay down," Draco whispered.
Macnair pushed the door open, wand raised. His eyes widened at the sight of Draco standing with blood on himself and on Harry behind him. "What has happened?" the man asked.
Harry didn't say anything, just stared at the blurry figure of Macnair, holding his baby and trying to keep him out of sight.
"We need water, food, towels, blankets, and clothes," Draco said sharply.
"Answer my question first," Macnair said. "Stand aside, Draco."
"No," Draco said. "Let me speak to my mother."
Harry's heart was pounding and he started concentrating on his magic again. If Macnair came anywhere near Valen, he was going to blast him clear across the room.
Macnair stared past Draco and back to him again, considering. "Okay," he said, stepping back, "but he stays here."
Harry gasped and made a jerky movement, not wanting to let Draco out of his sight, but he didn't protest, remembering his promise.
"You'll provide for him?" Draco asked.
Macnair rolled his eyes and reached beside the door. He set a bucket of water inside and then a loaf of bread. "Now move, Draco," the man said.
"Th ... he needs a blanket," Draco insisted.
"When I return," Macnair said.
"Then your robe," Draco bargained.
Macnair scowled and it didn't look like he would give in. But then he reached up and undid the fastener, throwing that into the small room. "Now move or I will change my mind," he said.
Draco walked forward and the door slammed behind him, leaving Harry and Valen in the room.
Hissing through his teeth again, Harry pushed himself up with as much strength as he possessed. He moved slowly over to the robe, still holding Valen to his chest and then wrapped the material around him, making sure to cover his tiny little body up completely. He was shivering himself and Valen was so little, the entire robe wasn't needed to cover him up and Harry used it to cover himself, using a corner of it to wipe some of the blood that hadn't dried yet from Valen's face.