The Contract

Chapter Forty One – Revelations and Garen





Remus deposited Draco on a gurney the moment the Floo released him. Without waiting to be acknowledged, he pushed the table through the doors to the Emergency Room, a witch running behind him screaming for him to stop. And stop he did, about the time she started firing off spells to stop him, a woman emerged from a room and sidestepped just in time to prevent being knocked over.



“STOP!” She commanded. Remus did.



“Please help him! He’s pregnant and thinks he’s in labor!” There was a panic to his voice that he wished wasn’t.



“Over here,” she pointed, “I’ll look at him. Who is he?”



Dropping his voice to a whisper, he said, “Draco Malfoy. Please help him.”



Nodding her promise, she shut the door to leave him outside. The healers worked and worked. Ron/Harry and Auror Maples walked in and stood beside Remus. No one else approached. “How is he?”



“I don’t know. I got him here; she took him in there and closed the door. They’ve only been in there a few minutes and no one has come out.”



Sirius/Maples said, “Let me see what I can find out.” The others nodded and waited while he opened the door to speak to the healer.



Molly/Narcissa and Arthur entered next. They were all asked to move out of the hallway and into the room across the hall so they were not ‘blocking traffic’. They agreed. Arthur and Remus left for a moment to see about some tea while they waited.



The Healer entered a few moments later. Looking from Molly/Narcissa to Ron/Harry, she smiled broadly, “Molly Weasley? I didn’t know you knew our patient.”



Molly/Narcissa stiffened visibly. “Hello, healer…” catching the name on the jacket, she called, “Richardson??? Is that really you?” Brilliantly, she hugged the Healer and laughed out loud. “Yes, Draco is like my own son. I thought you knew!” Turning the Healer looked skeptical, but said nothing about the likelihood of that statement being true.



Turning, she saw Ron who looked apprehensive and scared. “Hello Ron. How are you?”



“Err… fine Healer. Can I go see him?” Ron/Harry asked.



“No, not quite yet. There is an Auror in with him. Do you realize that the Ministry of Magic is looking for both him and Harry Potter?”



“What are they looking for us… I mean… for them?” Ron/Harry asked.



Looking into the strong blue eyes, understanding crossed her eyes as she explained. “From what the Auror told me, they are responsible for blatant vandalism with the destruction of quarters that were Draco Malfoy’s, a classroom destruction, and infecting a hero with dark magic by use of a collar. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”



“No, I wouldn’t. Now can I see Draco?”



“Take off the Glamour Harry. It doesn’t become you.” She said stonily. When he didn’t make any attempts to answer or acknowledge her, she said, “Look, I’ve been Ron Weasley’s healer since he was born.” Turning to Molly/Narcissa, she added, “And for that matter, I delivered him. I delivered all of Molly’s children, and never once has she had a complimentary word about the Malfoys. That’s almost thirty years of friendship. I know the Weasleys, and you two are not them.”



The door opened to reveal Arthur and Remus. Delight at seeing the healer turned to one of concern. “Arthur?”



“Yes, Dee, how long did they fool you?”



“Less than a minute. Now what is all this about?”



“I’ll explain everything after I see Draco.” Harry said, crossing his arms.



“Of course, go quickly, you too Molly. Because whoever you are, you care about him too.” Before the door closed, she also suggested they put up a silencing bubble.



When the makeshift waiting room door closed, she rounded on Arthur. “That son of a bitch stunned me as soon as he found out Draco and the babies were fine! Who have you brought into this hospital?”



“Ahh, well, you see that Auror is actually very close to Harry Potter and by proxy, Draco Malfoy. You say that Draco is well?”



“Yes, yes, he had a panic attack but there was no blood or contractions. All is well. Back to your explanation?” She prodded.



Between Arthur and Remus, they told as much of the story as they could. Dumbledore included. When they finished, she asked them to wait there. Leaving, the men watched her for a moment until she was out of the area, then left to see the boys.









“Draco?” Ron/Harry asked quietly. “Are… are you okay?” He heard Draco sniff. Walking closer, he asked again, without answer. “Please, are… are the babies okay?”



Maples laughed a very loud and familiar bark like laugh that startled the redhead. Pushing the thoughts away, Molly pushed past him and go to Draco. Sitting on the side of his bed, she pulled him close. Draco was crying from relief, holding his belly with his hands and when he finally pulled away from her, he blinked several times. “Ron?”



“Not really, no, its me…Harry. I’m Glamoured.”



“Then why are you over there?” Harry quickly moved to sit on the other side of the bed from Molly/Narcissa. Once Harry had wrapped the pregnant blond in his arms, Molly/Narcissa moved away.



Giving the boys a bit of time alone, she moved next to Sirius/Maples. Whispering conspiratorially, she asked what had happened. Arms crossed, watching the boys closely, he leaned over, “Panic Attack. Once I knew, I stunned her and chatted with Draco a bit. Draco really loves Harry.”



“I see that.” The two looked over to see that it was painfully obvious to anyone who could see the tenderness between them that they were deeply in love with one another. Harry patted the swollen belly before leaning down and kissing it gently. When he rose, he kissed Draco’s forehead and thanked him for taking care of them.



Clearing his throat, Sirius/Maples said, “Since we are being so open with our feelings at this point, there are two things we need to show you.” Molly/Narcissa nodded.



“I want you to understand that the deception was necessary in order to gather the information to help you. So, before we go any farther, accept our apologies for not coming to you sooner?”



The two boys looked at one another for a moment, the turned and nodded in unison. With a clear breath, the two figures melted in front of them and reshaped into Sirius Black and Narcissa Malfoy Black. The boys were too stunned to speak.



Until moments later, and it was with a weak, “Mummy?” that the silence was broken.



Harry moved across the room, exchanging places with Narcissa. “Sirius? Is that you?” Arms opened to invite the younger man for a hug. Wrapping him tightly, he apologized for not contacting him sooner. When their hellos were finished, and they both stopped crying, they looked at the blondes. “He is gorgeous, isn’t he?” Harry asked.



“Yea, he is pup. And those babies will be amazing to watch. You will let me watch them, won’t you?”



From across the room, the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy filtered, “Hmmm, lets see, a convicted – if overturned murderer – an escapee from twelve years in Azkaban, fugitive from justice, illegal Animageous, fake Auror, and secret keeper? And he wants to watch our children? I think not.”



“Hey now,” Harry said with a smile, “he is also the first and only person who offered me a home because he loves me. And they are my children too…” Harry faltered just a bit until Draco smiled and laughed.



“Harry, I just want to be a family with you. Bring all the animals, escaped convicts, dead mothers, and werewolves you want, as long as we can find a way to be together.”



There was a knock on the door. Restoring the Glamours, Ron/Harry walked to the door. When he opened it, he saw the Healer with a rather smug look on her face. Then followed her eyes as she looked down into the face of a very angry goblin named Garen.



Stomping into the room, pushing past Ron/Harry, the little creature pushed the chair next to Draco’s bed. Climbing up, he said, “You will be coming to the Horde, immediately. You will not be going back to that school or your Manor until that… that… twinkly eyed lemon-lover is dealt with!”



Standing on the foot of the bed, he turned to glare at Harry. “And you? Come over here!”



Harry did as he was told. Grabbing him by the collar, he pulled the man down to look in his eyes. “You are supposed to love this man and here you are? Why aren’t you putting that power to good use? Wasting time here like you have it to waste? You will protect your family. You will do what you have to do to keep him and them safe. Or else, you will have me to deal with. I will not bring him back until you have dealt with that… I hate that old man!” He finally said, unable to find another insult that seemed to do Dumbledore justice.



Letting him go, he turned to Narcissa. “You will come with us. You will help keep this one happy and healthy until that one finishes his job. Say good-bye. It’s time to go!”



Edging off the bed, the goblin crossed his arms and waited for Draco, who was reassuring Harry that he loved him and would be safe. “Deal with it quickly love, and go to Gringotts. If I’m not there, I’ll be safe and you can find me through the Goblins. I promise, they will keep me safe.”



With a nod and a kiss, Harry helped Draco to stand and settle himself. Turing he walked and knelt before the Goblin. “Thank you for taking care of my family.” Garen nodded, his arms still crossed and looking angry. “I will do what I have to do to protect them, even if it means hiding them with you. But be warned, little goblin, if they come to any harm while in your care, what I do to those responsible for this mess will be mild compared to what I will do to you.”



“Good boy. You keep that kind of attitude and you may find out that you have a rather impressive ally in the form of an ancient castle. The legends of the Goblins and Centaurs call her the ‘Mistress of Hogwarts.’ If she has found favor in you and yours, use her magic to help you succeed.” He leaned in and whispered so that no one else could hear, “I will protect him and them with everything I am. This I swear.”



Nodding he stepped back and walked to stand between Draco, who gave Harry one last kiss, and Narcissa who smiled at the how embarrassed he was because he had been kissed. Garen grabbed both their hands and with a click the room held the Healer, Sirius Black and Harry Potter, who found he didn’t feel quite as alone as he would have before.