Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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24,563
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April
lChapter Number/Total: 42/43
Chapter Title: April
Words: 2657 Words
On the afternoon of April 19th, Harry and Draco sat with Ron and Hermione, chatting and discussing the upcoming wedding. Valen was zooming around the room on his broomstick, laughing happily.
"And like we already said," Hermione was saying, "we've decided on June 15th. You do think the baby will be here by then, don't you?"
"I should certainly hope so," Harry answered, looking down at his huge belly.
"She will be here soon," Draco assured his husband, patting his belly affectionately. "She has been quite active.”
"Yes she has," said Harry, thinking of how many times he'd been woken in the night by their daughter lately.
Hermione smiled. "Are you excited?" she asked.
"Course," Harry answered, grinning.
Draco grinned in response. They all knew how he felt about it.
Harry smiled and then sighed, leaning back. "How many guests did you say again?" he asked.
"Well, we said we don't know yet," said Ron. "We're still trying to think of everyone on my side, and trying to figure a way to invite her people because they're all Muggles."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at the term "her people".
Draco shrugged and sat back, arm around his husband while he watched his friends. He wondered if this would be another of their now infamous fights. Half the time they sat down to work on the wedding, Ron and Hermione ended up in an argument.
"What?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione.
She rolled her eyes at him.
Ron sighed. "You're too touchy sometimes," he said. "You know that?"
Just as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, there was a contracting feeling in what felt like a low part of Harry's belly. He went very still, making a small noise of contemplation.
Draco's hand still rested on Harry's belly and he startled as well, feeling both the tremor in Harry's body and the surge in magic. He sat up quickly, looking at Harry's face while his heart thumped hard in his chest.
Harry looked back at Draco, remaining very still. "Maybe it's just a false one," he said.
Hermione and Ron looked over as well.
Draco's eyes shone with excitement and he slid Harry's shirt up to reveal his extended belly. The shirt barely covered him anyway. The blond pressed his face against the skin, hands pressed on either side. "April," he said, "you just moving around or are you making the move?"
Hermione clapped her hands together. "Oh, my goodness!" she said.
Harry waited, and as the moments ticked by, he was thinking more and more that it wasn't actually time. He relaxed again, sighing and shrugging.
Draco could feel something but wasn't sure if it was just April about to have one of her active days or if she was really pushing with her magic. He rubbed his cheek against his lover's flesh, enjoying the sensations.
"Aww," Hermione let out. "It's not it?"
"I don't think so," Harry answered, sighing again.
Hermione and Ron both looked disappointed.
Draco wasn't sure himself and then he felt a pulse again, the energy rippling out from April.
Harry stilled once more, feeling as well, in the form of slight pain. "Or maybe ...." he said.
Draco grinned, laying lots of little kisses across the swell where his daughter was moving.
Hermione gasped again, smiling and looking like she was about to bounce.
"Are you going to ...?" asked Ron, eyebrows raised.
"I - I don't know," said Harry. "I feel something."
"Definitely," Draco said smugly. "Floo-call Madame Pomfrey?" he asked Hermione.
She nodded, getting quickly to her feet.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to relax again.
Draco hummed a lullaby against Harry's belly, looking up at his husband with a gleam in his eyes.
Harry took another deep breath, looking down at Draco and smiling at the quiet song leaving him.
While Hermione called Madame Pomfrey, Draco petted and soothed his husband. "Do you want to go to our room?" he asked.
"I think I'm -" he paused for another short, small pain. "I think I'm okay for right now, but I suppose I should go."
"Unless you would prefer she was born in the sitting room," Draco said, smirking.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, that would go just lovely with the carpets."
Ron made a face from across them.
Draco chuckled and cast the charm to lighten his husband, lifting him into his arms.
Harry'd grown so used to being lifted by Draco in the previous weeks that he didn't even pay it any attention. "Valen's ...." He gestured to the boy flying about. "Can you and Hermione watch him?" he asked Ron.
"'Course," Ron answered, seeming a little nervous and definitely excited.
"Okay," said Harry. "Tell Hermione and Madam Pomfrey we went to our room."
Ron nodded, standing and quickly crossing to the door to hold it open for Draco.
Draco was excited and calm at the same time. It felt so wholly different than the horrid circumstances of Valen's birth. Now, he used his wand to open the door to their room and gently lay his husband in their bed. "Water?" he asked.
"Sure," Harry answered, laying a single hand on his stomach.
Draco fussed about getting the water and then the potions he and Madame Pomfrey had chosen for the birth and recovery. He opened the drapes so that the sun brightened the room and then, finally settled down at Harry's side.
Harry gave Draco a small smile, sipping the water. "Only a little bit longer," he said.
When Harry set the glass back down, Draco leaned in for a kiss, silver hand cupping the back of Harry's head while the right petted his belly. Losing himself in the kiss, he was surprised at how soon the knock at the door came.
Harry looked up. "That'll be her," he said. Then called, "Come in."
Draco shifted back on the bed, giving Madam Pomfrey room and yet staying close to Harry. The woman was smiling when she came in. "Do you think she is ready?" Pomfrey asked.
Harry nodded. "I'm having pains," he said. "They're not too bad yet, but they're there."
"Well, you just settle in and try to stay comfortable," she said patting his hand. "I will be right here," she said, settling into a nearby stuffed leather chair and picking up a book to read.
Draco smiled and tugged on Harry's shirt. "Let's get you more comfortable," he whispered.
Harry nodded, getting his shirt off. It really was so extremely different from when Valen had been born.
Draco also untied the loose Muggle sweat pants his husband wore and pulled them down and off, before pulling the sheet up to make him covered and comfortable again. "You should try to rest," Draco said, stroking Harry's hair again.
"I am resting," Harry said, amused with Draco's treatment of him. "If you mean I should get some sleep, well, I'm too excited to sleep."
Draco cast a furtive glance at Pomfrey and smiled. Although still clothed, he slid under the covers with his husband. He moved a hand over Harry's belly, gently rubbing in circles. "Anything I can do to help you relax?"
"Just stay here with me," Harry answered as another pain hit.
Draco just petted and murmured soothing things to Harry, part of his focus on the shifting flesh and magic of the child under his hand. He felt her grow more and more restless.
The pains seemed to grow worse faster than they had when Valen had been born. Quite soon, Harry was clenching his teeth every few minutes. He figured he could probably use his magic to take the pain of it away, but didn't want to take the chance of doing something he shouldn't.
Madame Pomfey came over when he started panting again. "Oh, she seems to be in a hurry," she said, amusement in her tone. "Are you ready Harry?"
"Yes, I think so," Harry answered once his body had relaxed again. His heart sped up dramatically with both excitement and nervousness, even though he supposed there wasn't anything to be truly nervous about.
Madam Pomfrey gently folded the sheet down until it was below Harry's extended belly. She cocked her head, looking at Draco who had closed his eyes and had his fingers splayed against Harry's flesh. "Yes," he whispered. "She is eager and beginning to get frustrated," he said with a smile.
Harry took several deep breaths, letting them out slowly as he nodded.
Draco reached across Harry to the bedside table and picked up a potion from the specially prepared box of them. "Drink this, love," he said.
Harry waited for the next pain to pass, which was a particularly strong one that made him make a small groaning sound. He reached for the vial in his husband's hand, putting it to his lips and tipping it back.
"This should keep blood loss down," Draco explained and then eased Harry to an almost sitting position, sliding in behind him so that Harry leaned back against Draco's chest - the same position they had been in when they brought Valen into the world.
Harry nodded, feeling highly comforted with Draco behind him.
Draco gently stroked Harry's hair back, pressing his own face against the side of Harry's head. He looked to where the witch stood with a small smile on her face. "You two ready?" she asked.
Harry waited a short moment before nodding once again, taking Draco's hand.
Draco squeezed his husband's hand and waited. Madame Pomfrey cast a sterilizing charm on her own hands and Harry's belly, before focusing herself. Then she drew the tip of her wand along the same path Harry had cut nearly thirteen months earlier.
It was the oddest sensation. Harry was numb, but he could feel the pressure of the cut. And it was very strange to watch himself being cut open, but not feeling the pain.
Madam Pomfrey looked calm but serious as she made the cut. Draco knew she had been practising the spell and learning more about surgery from St Mungo's. Now, she took a deep breath and lifted the small flesh bundle from Harry's body, laying it on his chest as she turned to cut the cord and reseal the wound. "Open the birth-sack," Draco encouraged, releasing his lover's hand.
Harry reached trembling fingers to the bundle, watching in sheer awe as he dug his nails in and tore, getting the first glimpse of what was, very much so, their daughter. He made a sound of amazement, his mouth open. As soon as the air from the outside hit the little body, April began to positively wail. It was a sound that Harry thought shouldn't even be able to come out of something so little.
Draco winced at the ear-splitting sound, then began to laugh. Even Madam Pomfrey looked startled, pausing in the work at repairing Harry's belly before continuing.
April's hair was as dark as Harry's, not the very light blond of her brother's. Her eyes were currently screwed tightly shut as she screamed, so Harry couldn't see their colour. He removed the tiny little girl from the rest of the sack, ignoring the blood and fluid, and lifted her into his arms, taking in her every feature.
Draco spelled away the mess and looked to Madam Pomfrey who, sweat on her brow, stood up and sighed in relief. She smiled at Draco and nodded. Draco relaxed too, knowing that meant Harry would be fine. He turned his attention back to their child in his husband's arms.
Harry tried to use his magic to soothe her, and it seemed to work after a bit, though with Valen it usually worked nearly right away. That was probably due to his being a sensitive. Harry relaxed tiredly against Draco, still staring down at April, and she finally opened her eyes to stare back. They were a very clear light blue and she was beautiful.
Draco was so awestruck by the sight of their daughter, it took him another minute to get his mouth to work. "April," he said softly, a long finger reaching to gently touch her cheek. He kissed his husband's temple as he did.
Harry sighed with happiness, his eyes soft as April grasped his one finger with her tiny five. "I love you," he whispered, and then he turned his head to kiss Draco properly. "And I love you, too," he said.
Draco smiled, kissing his husband, arms and legs around Harry as they held their baby girl. "She has your hair," he said unnecessarily.
Harry grinned. "I noticed," he said, touching the baby's hair gently. She made a little fussing noise, but didn't actually start crying.
Madam Pomfey smiled. "I will just let myself out and let everyone know the news," she said, patting Harry's leg affectionately.
Harry smiled and nodded, only looking up from April for a quick moment. "Thank you," he said.
She left quietly and Draco hardly noticed, his attention on his husband and their new baby. "See if she will suckle," he suggested.
Harry brought her to his nipple, where she did indeed latch on after a moment. "Well," Harry said, "I didn't get out of this for long."
Draco chuckled happily, gaze barely leaving the beautiful sight as he reached for another potion. "And now you drink this," he added, "which will help heal the wound."
Harry nodded and downed the potion, wrinkling his nose at the taste. Then he handed the empty vial back to Draco and returned to the staring. "What will Valen think?" he wondered aloud, thinking of how their son acted around Chris. He seemed to like him enough.
"He will adore her," Draco said with conviction, tracing a finger over the little hand that still clutched Harry's.
Harry smiled again. "She's perfect," he said. "Just like we knew she would be." He still felt as if he couldn't even process that she was really there.
After a short while, April had fallen asleep, and Harry wrapped her in a blanket, still unable to take his eyes away.
Harry and Draco both sat with their daughter for a while longer before there was a knock on the door.
When Harry called for whoever it was to come in, Ron and Hermione stepped through, Ron's arms full of Valen.
Hermione beamed, eyes moving straightaway to the little bundle. They moved over to the bedside and Harry held April up for them to see.
"Look," said Ron to Valen, "there's your sister, mate."
Valen squealed, happily reaching both hands for the sleeping infant and began babbling, "Baba Apil!"
Ron and Hermione both stared at him, looks of surprise on their faces.
"How would he know?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"He can feel her magical signature," Draco said, smiling.
Harry grinned. "Put him down here," he told Ron, who placed Valen on the bed next to his parents.
"Be easy," Harry told the small boy. "Like with Chris. She's even smaller than Chris is."
Valen immediately crawled across the bed to his daddies and sister, pulling at the blanket around her and continuing to say her name.
April made another little fussing noise and Harry unwrapped her, showing her to Valen. "There's April," he said, smiling softly.
Valen reached to touch her, surprisingly gentle as he placed a hand on her cheek. He spoke then a long rambling sentence that sounded sincere and cogent even if no one else in the room understood the words.
Harry smiled and laughed. "Well said, son."
Ron and Hermione laughed as well. "She's absolutely gorgeous," Hermione said. "Though it would probably be impossible for you two to make anything different."
Ron nodded in agreement. "And she looks so different from Valen."
"I think it's the hair," said Harry.
Draco snorted but kissed Harry's wild mop of hair as he did.
Chapter Title: April
Words: 2657 Words
On the afternoon of April 19th, Harry and Draco sat with Ron and Hermione, chatting and discussing the upcoming wedding. Valen was zooming around the room on his broomstick, laughing happily.
"And like we already said," Hermione was saying, "we've decided on June 15th. You do think the baby will be here by then, don't you?"
"I should certainly hope so," Harry answered, looking down at his huge belly.
"She will be here soon," Draco assured his husband, patting his belly affectionately. "She has been quite active.”
"Yes she has," said Harry, thinking of how many times he'd been woken in the night by their daughter lately.
Hermione smiled. "Are you excited?" she asked.
"Course," Harry answered, grinning.
Draco grinned in response. They all knew how he felt about it.
Harry smiled and then sighed, leaning back. "How many guests did you say again?" he asked.
"Well, we said we don't know yet," said Ron. "We're still trying to think of everyone on my side, and trying to figure a way to invite her people because they're all Muggles."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at the term "her people".
Draco shrugged and sat back, arm around his husband while he watched his friends. He wondered if this would be another of their now infamous fights. Half the time they sat down to work on the wedding, Ron and Hermione ended up in an argument.
"What?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione.
She rolled her eyes at him.
Ron sighed. "You're too touchy sometimes," he said. "You know that?"
Just as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, there was a contracting feeling in what felt like a low part of Harry's belly. He went very still, making a small noise of contemplation.
Draco's hand still rested on Harry's belly and he startled as well, feeling both the tremor in Harry's body and the surge in magic. He sat up quickly, looking at Harry's face while his heart thumped hard in his chest.
Harry looked back at Draco, remaining very still. "Maybe it's just a false one," he said.
Hermione and Ron looked over as well.
Draco's eyes shone with excitement and he slid Harry's shirt up to reveal his extended belly. The shirt barely covered him anyway. The blond pressed his face against the skin, hands pressed on either side. "April," he said, "you just moving around or are you making the move?"
Hermione clapped her hands together. "Oh, my goodness!" she said.
Harry waited, and as the moments ticked by, he was thinking more and more that it wasn't actually time. He relaxed again, sighing and shrugging.
Draco could feel something but wasn't sure if it was just April about to have one of her active days or if she was really pushing with her magic. He rubbed his cheek against his lover's flesh, enjoying the sensations.
"Aww," Hermione let out. "It's not it?"
"I don't think so," Harry answered, sighing again.
Hermione and Ron both looked disappointed.
Draco wasn't sure himself and then he felt a pulse again, the energy rippling out from April.
Harry stilled once more, feeling as well, in the form of slight pain. "Or maybe ...." he said.
Draco grinned, laying lots of little kisses across the swell where his daughter was moving.
Hermione gasped again, smiling and looking like she was about to bounce.
"Are you going to ...?" asked Ron, eyebrows raised.
"I - I don't know," said Harry. "I feel something."
"Definitely," Draco said smugly. "Floo-call Madame Pomfrey?" he asked Hermione.
She nodded, getting quickly to her feet.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to relax again.
Draco hummed a lullaby against Harry's belly, looking up at his husband with a gleam in his eyes.
Harry took another deep breath, looking down at Draco and smiling at the quiet song leaving him.
While Hermione called Madame Pomfrey, Draco petted and soothed his husband. "Do you want to go to our room?" he asked.
"I think I'm -" he paused for another short, small pain. "I think I'm okay for right now, but I suppose I should go."
"Unless you would prefer she was born in the sitting room," Draco said, smirking.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, that would go just lovely with the carpets."
Ron made a face from across them.
Draco chuckled and cast the charm to lighten his husband, lifting him into his arms.
Harry'd grown so used to being lifted by Draco in the previous weeks that he didn't even pay it any attention. "Valen's ...." He gestured to the boy flying about. "Can you and Hermione watch him?" he asked Ron.
"'Course," Ron answered, seeming a little nervous and definitely excited.
"Okay," said Harry. "Tell Hermione and Madam Pomfrey we went to our room."
Ron nodded, standing and quickly crossing to the door to hold it open for Draco.
Draco was excited and calm at the same time. It felt so wholly different than the horrid circumstances of Valen's birth. Now, he used his wand to open the door to their room and gently lay his husband in their bed. "Water?" he asked.
"Sure," Harry answered, laying a single hand on his stomach.
Draco fussed about getting the water and then the potions he and Madame Pomfrey had chosen for the birth and recovery. He opened the drapes so that the sun brightened the room and then, finally settled down at Harry's side.
Harry gave Draco a small smile, sipping the water. "Only a little bit longer," he said.
When Harry set the glass back down, Draco leaned in for a kiss, silver hand cupping the back of Harry's head while the right petted his belly. Losing himself in the kiss, he was surprised at how soon the knock at the door came.
Harry looked up. "That'll be her," he said. Then called, "Come in."
Draco shifted back on the bed, giving Madam Pomfrey room and yet staying close to Harry. The woman was smiling when she came in. "Do you think she is ready?" Pomfrey asked.
Harry nodded. "I'm having pains," he said. "They're not too bad yet, but they're there."
"Well, you just settle in and try to stay comfortable," she said patting his hand. "I will be right here," she said, settling into a nearby stuffed leather chair and picking up a book to read.
Draco smiled and tugged on Harry's shirt. "Let's get you more comfortable," he whispered.
Harry nodded, getting his shirt off. It really was so extremely different from when Valen had been born.
Draco also untied the loose Muggle sweat pants his husband wore and pulled them down and off, before pulling the sheet up to make him covered and comfortable again. "You should try to rest," Draco said, stroking Harry's hair again.
"I am resting," Harry said, amused with Draco's treatment of him. "If you mean I should get some sleep, well, I'm too excited to sleep."
Draco cast a furtive glance at Pomfrey and smiled. Although still clothed, he slid under the covers with his husband. He moved a hand over Harry's belly, gently rubbing in circles. "Anything I can do to help you relax?"
"Just stay here with me," Harry answered as another pain hit.
Draco just petted and murmured soothing things to Harry, part of his focus on the shifting flesh and magic of the child under his hand. He felt her grow more and more restless.
The pains seemed to grow worse faster than they had when Valen had been born. Quite soon, Harry was clenching his teeth every few minutes. He figured he could probably use his magic to take the pain of it away, but didn't want to take the chance of doing something he shouldn't.
Madame Pomfey came over when he started panting again. "Oh, she seems to be in a hurry," she said, amusement in her tone. "Are you ready Harry?"
"Yes, I think so," Harry answered once his body had relaxed again. His heart sped up dramatically with both excitement and nervousness, even though he supposed there wasn't anything to be truly nervous about.
Madam Pomfrey gently folded the sheet down until it was below Harry's extended belly. She cocked her head, looking at Draco who had closed his eyes and had his fingers splayed against Harry's flesh. "Yes," he whispered. "She is eager and beginning to get frustrated," he said with a smile.
Harry took several deep breaths, letting them out slowly as he nodded.
Draco reached across Harry to the bedside table and picked up a potion from the specially prepared box of them. "Drink this, love," he said.
Harry waited for the next pain to pass, which was a particularly strong one that made him make a small groaning sound. He reached for the vial in his husband's hand, putting it to his lips and tipping it back.
"This should keep blood loss down," Draco explained and then eased Harry to an almost sitting position, sliding in behind him so that Harry leaned back against Draco's chest - the same position they had been in when they brought Valen into the world.
Harry nodded, feeling highly comforted with Draco behind him.
Draco gently stroked Harry's hair back, pressing his own face against the side of Harry's head. He looked to where the witch stood with a small smile on her face. "You two ready?" she asked.
Harry waited a short moment before nodding once again, taking Draco's hand.
Draco squeezed his husband's hand and waited. Madame Pomfrey cast a sterilizing charm on her own hands and Harry's belly, before focusing herself. Then she drew the tip of her wand along the same path Harry had cut nearly thirteen months earlier.
It was the oddest sensation. Harry was numb, but he could feel the pressure of the cut. And it was very strange to watch himself being cut open, but not feeling the pain.
Madam Pomfrey looked calm but serious as she made the cut. Draco knew she had been practising the spell and learning more about surgery from St Mungo's. Now, she took a deep breath and lifted the small flesh bundle from Harry's body, laying it on his chest as she turned to cut the cord and reseal the wound. "Open the birth-sack," Draco encouraged, releasing his lover's hand.
Harry reached trembling fingers to the bundle, watching in sheer awe as he dug his nails in and tore, getting the first glimpse of what was, very much so, their daughter. He made a sound of amazement, his mouth open. As soon as the air from the outside hit the little body, April began to positively wail. It was a sound that Harry thought shouldn't even be able to come out of something so little.
Draco winced at the ear-splitting sound, then began to laugh. Even Madam Pomfrey looked startled, pausing in the work at repairing Harry's belly before continuing.
April's hair was as dark as Harry's, not the very light blond of her brother's. Her eyes were currently screwed tightly shut as she screamed, so Harry couldn't see their colour. He removed the tiny little girl from the rest of the sack, ignoring the blood and fluid, and lifted her into his arms, taking in her every feature.
Draco spelled away the mess and looked to Madam Pomfrey who, sweat on her brow, stood up and sighed in relief. She smiled at Draco and nodded. Draco relaxed too, knowing that meant Harry would be fine. He turned his attention back to their child in his husband's arms.
Harry tried to use his magic to soothe her, and it seemed to work after a bit, though with Valen it usually worked nearly right away. That was probably due to his being a sensitive. Harry relaxed tiredly against Draco, still staring down at April, and she finally opened her eyes to stare back. They were a very clear light blue and she was beautiful.
Draco was so awestruck by the sight of their daughter, it took him another minute to get his mouth to work. "April," he said softly, a long finger reaching to gently touch her cheek. He kissed his husband's temple as he did.
Harry sighed with happiness, his eyes soft as April grasped his one finger with her tiny five. "I love you," he whispered, and then he turned his head to kiss Draco properly. "And I love you, too," he said.
Draco smiled, kissing his husband, arms and legs around Harry as they held their baby girl. "She has your hair," he said unnecessarily.
Harry grinned. "I noticed," he said, touching the baby's hair gently. She made a little fussing noise, but didn't actually start crying.
Madam Pomfey smiled. "I will just let myself out and let everyone know the news," she said, patting Harry's leg affectionately.
Harry smiled and nodded, only looking up from April for a quick moment. "Thank you," he said.
She left quietly and Draco hardly noticed, his attention on his husband and their new baby. "See if she will suckle," he suggested.
Harry brought her to his nipple, where she did indeed latch on after a moment. "Well," Harry said, "I didn't get out of this for long."
Draco chuckled happily, gaze barely leaving the beautiful sight as he reached for another potion. "And now you drink this," he added, "which will help heal the wound."
Harry nodded and downed the potion, wrinkling his nose at the taste. Then he handed the empty vial back to Draco and returned to the staring. "What will Valen think?" he wondered aloud, thinking of how their son acted around Chris. He seemed to like him enough.
"He will adore her," Draco said with conviction, tracing a finger over the little hand that still clutched Harry's.
Harry smiled again. "She's perfect," he said. "Just like we knew she would be." He still felt as if he couldn't even process that she was really there.
After a short while, April had fallen asleep, and Harry wrapped her in a blanket, still unable to take his eyes away.
Harry and Draco both sat with their daughter for a while longer before there was a knock on the door.
When Harry called for whoever it was to come in, Ron and Hermione stepped through, Ron's arms full of Valen.
Hermione beamed, eyes moving straightaway to the little bundle. They moved over to the bedside and Harry held April up for them to see.
"Look," said Ron to Valen, "there's your sister, mate."
Valen squealed, happily reaching both hands for the sleeping infant and began babbling, "Baba Apil!"
Ron and Hermione both stared at him, looks of surprise on their faces.
"How would he know?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"He can feel her magical signature," Draco said, smiling.
Harry grinned. "Put him down here," he told Ron, who placed Valen on the bed next to his parents.
"Be easy," Harry told the small boy. "Like with Chris. She's even smaller than Chris is."
Valen immediately crawled across the bed to his daddies and sister, pulling at the blanket around her and continuing to say her name.
April made another little fussing noise and Harry unwrapped her, showing her to Valen. "There's April," he said, smiling softly.
Valen reached to touch her, surprisingly gentle as he placed a hand on her cheek. He spoke then a long rambling sentence that sounded sincere and cogent even if no one else in the room understood the words.
Harry smiled and laughed. "Well said, son."
Ron and Hermione laughed as well. "She's absolutely gorgeous," Hermione said. "Though it would probably be impossible for you two to make anything different."
Ron nodded in agreement. "And she looks so different from Valen."
"I think it's the hair," said Harry.
Draco snorted but kissed Harry's wild mop of hair as he did.