The Consequences of Solutions

Harry awoke feeling odd. Like something wasn’t right. He sat up in bed next to Draco, and saw that the blond was sitting up in bed brushing his long hair. Nothing abnormal there. He shook the feeling off, moved out from under the covers and headed for the bathroom.



Draco frowned as he watched the other boy go, but kept to his brushing. Harry had his own issues right now to work through, and he didn’t always need Draco - though Draco would have gladly been there for The-Boy-Who-Lived.



The brunette finished up in the bathroom, and went back into the main room to dress. He chose simple muggle style clothing, knowing that he would probably be poked and prodded more then he would like today, and he didn’t fancy having to take off and put on his Wizarding robes so many times.



Draco finished his hair and got out of bed too, dressing in clothes not unlike Harry’s, though they were much better fitted then the other boy’s. When he was done dressing, and had deemed himself ready to be seen by the outside world, he turned to Harry, who had been sitting on the bed cross-legged, thinking.



“I don’t suppose you feel up to breakfast right now?”



“No…I don’t think I could keep it down. Probably just nervousness…the morning sickness never felt quite like this before.” Draco nodded his agreement and tossed his soft blond hair over his shoulder.



“Ready to go then?”



“Might as well.” Harry shrugged and got up from the bed. He straightened his glasses and followed Draco from the room.



-xXx-



Half an hour or so later, Harry and Draco were seated in Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore was fiddling with some knickknack on his desk, while Draco’s parents tried their best to appear uncaring about what was going to happen very soon.



Hermione and, surprisingly enough, Ron, were over in the seating area, trying not to look like the lovebirds they were, though their hands were clasped, seemingly for comfort. They kept glancing from Harry to Draco, to Draco’s parents, over to Dumbledore, at each other, and back again, in varying patterns.



Harry rolled his eyes and stared at the fire. He knew something wasn’t right, and as much as he hoped to be free of Voldemort’s soul and life essence very soon, he somehow doubted it would be as easy as Dumbledore claimed it would be. Something had to go wrong. He was Harry Potter. Things always went wrong.



Time was passing quickly though, and it wasn’t long before McGonagall came to Professor Dumbledore’s office to gather the group for the final procedure. She was subdued as she ushered them from the room and led them all to the Room of Requirement, where Harry felt a sense of foreboding.



Inside his own body, he could feel Voldemort’s being fighting him, but all was not as it should be. He didn’t feel the touch of desperation he had from Voldemort the other night. He felt like he was being shown what he wanted to see. A farce. Voldemort was hiding something.



But still he followed the plan as the Professors had made it. McGonagall opened the Room, and they all flocked in. Peter Pettigrew sat looking excited – almost deranged as far as Harry could tell. He was grinning, and almost bouncing in his chair where he was bound, as much as he was fidgeting.



Harry sat down on the couch nearby, and Draco sat beside him looking somber. The rest of the group sat or stood where they could, and waited for the proceedings to start.



Finally Dumbledore stood from his conjured chair and gestured for Harry to stand as well. They moved over to where Peter Pettigrew sat, a wide smile still on his rat-like face, and Harry waited while Dumbledore began the spell.



A tingling began around Harry’s stomach, flooding over the rest of his body like a tide of evil. Harry knew something wasn’t right. Dumbledore continued, and Peter Pettigrew appeared none the wiser. Couldn’t they sense the feeling of wrongness? The sense of impending doom? Apparently not.



Suddenly Harry cried out and fell to his knees, gritting his teeth as a tearing feeling ripped through his belly. Wormtail had the sense to look concerned, but his concern was for a completely separate reason then that Harry Potter was feeling pain. He was worried that he might once again be cast aside from Voldemort’s path.



Dumbledore kept going. Harry began screaming as the pain continued. Draco stood and drew closer to the proceedings before his mother pulled him away, worried for his safety and the safety of the children he held. Wormtail started to look panicked.



Harry doubled over on the ground, clutching at his stomach, just as Voldemort’s glowing green being began to appear. Draco frowned. Even he could see, from where he was across the room, that something wasn’t right. The green power grew, brighter, harsher. Then it shot out of Harry’s pain ridden body and hit Pettigrew straight on.



The long-time rat screamed as the green light shot into him, burning in from the inside out. Seconds later his charred corpse fell to the ground. His guards from Azkaban rushed forward futilely, but realized they could do nothing. Their charge was gone.



Harry was still screaming as the green light turned back on him. He didn’t even notice Dumbledore kneeling beside him, moving his gently but firmly into a new position that exposed his stomach to the Old Man’s view. He didn’t see it either, when the Professor\'s hand gestured in a complicated spell, causing a blue healing glow to shoot from his hand to Harry’s belly before the hand itself shot into his magical womb and pulled the small life from it.



It happened so fast that none of the people in the room seemed to notice what Dumbledore had done until a tiny, not fully formed child lay bloody and twitching in his aged hand. It was barely human looking, though it was clearly Voldemort’s current vessel. The child’s eyes were red with repressed and futile hatred. It made no noises, simply twitched a bit and glowed Voldemort’s sickly green color.



Dumbledore cast another spell that seemed to suspend the child, still living somehow, in a ball of glowing energy before handing the orb to Professor McGonagall and cleansing his hands with a quick spell.



Then he stabilized Harry’s body and levitated it from the room, followed by the rest of the group, save a few members left to clean up Pettigrew’s mutilated corpse.



-xXx-



When Harry woke again, he found Draco sitting beside him on the cot, and Hermione and Ron sitting nearby with McGonagall still holding the ball of glowing evil containing what had been his child. The thing inside was obviously now not Harry’s child. It was still being sustained, cared for by the bubble of light, and had yet to stop twitching. Draco eyed it with obvious disgust.



Harry stared at the tiny stolen innocent, and bit his lip to stop himself from crying. The child would probably never be his again. It was now fully Voldemort. He almost hated himself for considering that they could easily kill this thing now. Well, at least more easily then before.



McGonagall even looked at it with a tinge of revilement. She had cast her own containment spells on the fetus, although she knew Voldemort couldn’t risk leaving the tiny body for fear of losing it. His magic was all that was sustaining it now. But still, the Professor had thought it safer to bind the evil soul to the fetus, so he couldn’t escape again.



Dumbledore made his way over to where Harry lay propped up on the cot beside Draco, managing to look sorrowful and purposeful at the same time. “Harry, Draco. You both have a decision to make. This is still your child.” He said, gesturing to the glowing ball of light. Do you want to keep it? Try to find a way to remove Voldemort safely from the child – though I must inform you that may be impossible…or would you prefer to…terminate it humanely.”



Draco looked to Harry. It may be his son biologically, but it had been in Harry’s womb. He should make the choice. The blond nodded to Harry, indicating he should choose.



Harry looked from the evil glow surrounding his child, to where Dumbledore stood patiently. “I think…I think I’d like to…”



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Note: Hmmmm...looks like I stopped a bit too early...oh well. Review, and you can have the rest.



Note 2: I do try to strive to bring you all something new to read. I love reading all the fanfiction for Harry and Draco together, especially ones where there is a bond and inheritances and magical creatures...but things seem to be becoming all the same, and I miss the innovative new ideas people used to have. I hate to think it, but perhaps everything has almost all been done before. But hopefully someone can prove me wrong.

As far as I go, I\'m sorry for not posting regularly. I can only say that I am busy with my own life, but also that some of you people are way too smart, and as soon as I think I know where my story is going, you guess it, and I can\'t bring myself to follow my origional storyline...so I have to take time to think up a new way to make the story go. If you all could stop being so smart, I wouldn\'t have this problem, would I? No...I don\'t believe I would.