Wooden Stakes & Silver Bullets

Disclaimer: The older characters belong to Ms. J.k. Rowling, while the next generation of Hogwarts and the plot belongs to me!! So no stealing of my ideas. No money is to be made for the publishing of this story either.

Summary: When a 20 year old Draco Malfoy finds a young boy wandering about the outskirts of Malfoy Manor with a note from an unknown person attached to his tiny arm, he and Harry Potter take him in and raise him as their own. Not too far away at the Snapes’ Fenn, a little boy screams out into the darkness, when his parents follow the cries they know they their son’s life will never be the same…Told mostly thirteen years after both happenings (with lots of reflections and memories). Mentions of HarryxDraco, HermionexSeverus, and RonxLavender, but it’s mostly OCs because I said so ^_^;

Warnings: slash (man on man), raping a minor, incest (keeping it in the family, woot!) and may be a little bit of suicide and character death. If you don’t like, then don’t read.

Prologue: Cherry Blossoms and Bloody Tears part1

It was a humid out, much too humid for May in Scotland. More importantly though, it was too humid to be wandering about outdoors in such weather. Draco was sweating just standing there gazing at the cloisters of flowers and herbs, but with a husband and lover as persistent as Harry Potter-Malfoy who could say no?

So here he, Draco Potter-Malfoy, was holding his and Harry’s newly adopted, two-year-old son, Azrael over his well toned shoulder on this most miserable of late spring days.

\'Why do I listen to that nutter of an Auror anyway?\'Draco mentally bitched as he felt a cool trickle of sweat slide down his back and most annoyingly settle at the base of his spine. \'just great. now I\'m starting to ruddy melt.\'

\'Take care of the baby. Draco.\' Was what Harry had said. \'Make sure he is comfortable here. He\'s been through a lot afterall\'

“Why should I be the only one who takes bloody care of this kid?” Draco said aloud to a row of gardenias. Then he mentally kicked himself for using such language in front of Azrael, Harry would not like it. What made matters worse was the Oh so Fabulous, Famous one was no where to be seen. As an Auror he worked at the ministry all year ‘round, leaving Draco as the new DADA Professor at Hogwarts alone, crabby, with the summer off and nothing much to do.

Gods help him, he loved the man. He would do anything for him. He would trap all the twinkling stars in the galaxy(even though they reminded him too much of those dreadful peepers of their school\'s former Headmaster) , thread them onto his tender heart strings and present them as a testament of his love and devotion for Harry BLEEDING Potter.

With that image at heart he decided to quit his complaining and take responsibility for the task at hand, holding and nurturing Azrael outdoors because Harry told him the boy needed some fresh air.

Harry and Draco had adopted the toddler from the ministry upon seeing that he was an unwanted and abused child. Absently Draco stroked Azrael’s shoulder length white-blond hair remembering.

The child had been covered in tried to be healed bruises, there were slices and cuts on his arms, probably caused by a knife or two, he was very thin and gaunt and there seemed to be a never-ending trail of tear tracks that both Harry and Draco wanted to put to an end.

The bruises and cuts healed, his belly taking on a more healthier size and those tears turned to smiles and giggles Harry and Draco knew that together they were the best parents to ever live…well next to the Weasleys anyways…but they were damn good.

Draco sat down on a polished stone bench that Harry had decorated with tiny flattened marbles, much to the dismay of the Malfoy house elves, especially Tilly who had been like a nursemaid for Draco when he was probably about Azrael’s age.

Placing a swarming two-year-old on his lap, Draco took a silk black ribbon(the kid only got the best) from his robe pocket and began the impossible work of tying the child’s hair back out of his face.

If you did not know that Azrael was adopted you have sworn that either Harry or Draco had grown a womb and had birthed him themselves(that would have been Harry\'s job of course, Draco couldn\'t imagine himself with a pragnet gut). He looked so much like Draco, with his hair color and angelic facial structure. He acted a lot like Draco too, always arrogant, strong willed and with an ability to grasp the most difficult of concepts, Azrael sure was not thick like Harry was.

Still he had Harry’s shimmering emerald eyes, which looked into your eyes and you, could not help but love him. He had Harry kind and gentle heart as well and love for his new parents like no other.
“Papa,” Azrael’s eyes were looking ahead now appearing to be concentrating intently on something in the distance.

Draco looked down at him, having amazingly enough finish typing back that silken hair on his son’s head, smiled and thought, I probably only managed because his attentions lie somewhere else at the moment. “What are you looking at my dearest one?” he questioned.

Azrael pointed his little well manicured finger, forgetting his matters, “There’s something out there. It’s sicky I thinks.”

Draco’s smile faded, Azrael had a sixth sense about things in need, his son was special. The first week he and Harry had brought him home a little over a year ago he kept crying whenever they were in the same room with his Aunt Hermione. They did not understand it, but a month later Hermione found out she and Severus were going to have twins. \'Just what the world needs, twin Snapes.\' Draco had muttered which have earned his an elbow in the ribs from Harry, a glare from his godfather, a snicker from Hermione and a sad look from Severus’ firstborn, Morgan.

From then on Harry had told Draco to trust Azrael whenever he called attention to something and follow it through.

“Papa, come with me,” Azrael jumped off the bench and put out his little hand so his ‘Papa’ could take it. When Draco did as his son requested, Azrael lightly tugged forward through the orchard of cherry trees.

They came to a stop just outside the very last row and Draco’s mouth was agate. Before him on the ground, topped adoringly with cherry blossom petals was a small, exhausted looking boy. HE looked no more than three or four years of age (like Morgan Snape) and had sandy, red-brown. His build, though small, looked well toned and musular.

Draco dropped his awestruck son’s hand and lent down over the boy to see if was still breathing. He was, but very faintly. As Draco looked closer as his face he saw that he had a great deal of freckles all over his cute button nose and may be someday he would be a true lovely.and handsome sight to behold.
“He’s pretty,” Azrael said, coming to himself again. Draco nodded absently, unsure of what to with him…\'what would Harry do?\' His temple throbbed.

Having suddenly decided, Draco lifted the sandy-haired boy in his arms and a dirty piece of parchment fell from his dainty arm. It had been written on in probably a very unstable hand Draco guessed, as the words were a little hard to make out, they read as follows:

\'To whomever it may concern,

If you are reading this then my sweet angel of a son has survived him first changed. I did not know for certain if he would inherit my disease. The first three years of his life were blessed with not the hint of danger. Then recently I began to notice little changes, his appetite(he ate more) , his temperament (he began more aggressive when we would play) and his sudden woner with the moon. Then last night it happened as I had so prayed it would not. My sweet little boy was out playing in the back of my little house that I had shared with both him and my wife, when I heard a noise, like a shrill howl. I went to him and saw that moon had touched him and was changing him, my little angel. He was in such pain because unlike me he had no warning of what would become of him. I changed at the instant there in the light of my silent captor. In my wolf mind I saw him run (made sharper by the wolfbade potion I ingest during the moon), changed and scared. In the light of the morning when I can to myself, I could find him no where. When I did and he looked at me with his fearful stunned eyes and asked why this had happened. I told and him all about what we were, how we were percieved by this world but in fear and confusion he fled me.
Later I found lying in your orchard, friend and I made a decision. I hope it was the right one but I leave my son, Damion, in your care. Raise to be good and wise, but do not remind of this terrible thing I have done. Be warry of the moon stages, for I fear there will be times like this when he will need you the most.
When he is old enough someday. tell him, if you chose that his birth parents are just one now, and he is sorry for the pain he has caused. However, this father is not sorry for giving his child a more stable life.

Take care of him gentle stranger,
Remus Lupin.\'

When Draco finished reading the letter of parchment he just stared down at it, eyes as huge as saucers. He did not know what he should think or how he should feel.

That bloody old werewolf was asking for this after all the pain and misery he caused the Weasleys when he corrupted their little girl, Ginny. It made him sick, not that he held the Weasleys in high regard, he hated the whole lot of them, but Harry was their friend and anything that upsetted his Harry pissed him off greatly.

At least, from what he had heard, the old prat had the good sense to make Ginny his wife. But then, some bloody how, the fucker manges to convince the poor girl that she should run away with him in her bun in the oven state...sometimes love can make you do really stupid things.

Draco then wondered what had become of the fair youngest Weasley, \'Perhaps the crazy bastard killed her on one of those \"feared nights\"\'. Though it probably was not so, he hoped.

Azrael looked up Draco with impluring green eyes at his father still holding the unconcious Damion. \"Can we keep him, Papa, please!\"

Draco smirked at his son\'s whining, so much like his Daddy Harry. Then he thought, \'it was not this darling child\'s fault he was born to such git, and ignorant folks. Why should he have to suffer for their mistakes?\' Damion would not, Draco decided.

What would Harry think? Shit...he still had to talk about with his lover.

As if on cue, Harry strolled up to Draco in full Auror dress and uttered, \"We will be keeping Azrael, don\'t worry, love.\"

Draco mentally groaned and worked his face into a firm line as Harry took the little boy into his arms and headed off towards the castle sized Manor, Azrael in toe grinning ear to ear in glee.

\"I\'m to have a brother!\" he anounced to the skies, startling the birds in the trees and some house elves who were tending to the fields.

Draco followed obediently, like a dog with its tail between its legs, knowing there would be some more discussion about the matter when the boy a woke, but also knowing that Harry would win him over in the end.

A few seconds later the worn out Damion Sirius Lupin, soon to be Potter-Malfoy, blinked his amber beams and stared up at the man who was carring him gently towards a giant house.The man had green eyes, sporting glasses and dark hair that went in all directions. All at once Damion knew that he would learn to love and trust the man. So with that in mind he closed his tired sickles of moonlit dreams, sighed deeply and settled against his newly found protector\'s chest and fell asleep once more.

Harry grinned and combed Damion\'s hair with his lithe digits.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed part 1 one the prolongue, there will be a second part with Severus and Hermione\'s son, Morgan as the main focus..remember to review and tell me what you think THANKS^^