Return to me Part-4

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Title: Return to Me Part—4
Rating: pg-13 R-ish at this point
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war.
Warnings: slash, M-preg

The first three chapters are in my lj promise!!!

I really wanted to get this chapter in quickly so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes that have made. Please. I thought that maybe you would appreciate it if I got in the chapter sooner instead!!!

Enjoy!!



A part of You


Dear Harry

Life has taken a turn indeed. The last five years of my life have taken me so far that now

I find myself in a future I could never imagine. Ever since I was born I always thought

that at the age of 19 I would either be dead, in Askaban or under severe attention of the

Dark Lord. I was left thinking that even if I did survive the war I would find myself alone

and cold living from place to place trying to find peace within myself. You changed that

for me Harry. You gave me something to live for when you saved me that night. You

gave me a choice. I reason to go against my father and find myself. Growing up I lacked

two things: love and a family. You gave me all the love in the world on the day we wed.

And now you have blessed me with a family. Harry I'm pregnant. Yes with a child and

yes it’s yours. I was scared at first that you wouldn’t accept this as joyous news. But

Granger made me see it right. I know you’ve always wanted a family since you lost yours

when you were young. And I also know that you were disappointed that that was no

longer an option after we fell in love. But it is. And now I'm one and a half months

pregnant. It was a conception potion that caused this the night I left. A mixture of the

blood repletion potion and infection-reducing potion caused a side effect. And the potion

has done a good job of bringing the fetus up in good health through my temporary

depression after your departure. I am being a lot more careful now. No one but

Dumbledore, Granger and Promphery are aware of my situation. And now you. The

Headmaster felt it necessary to keep it under wraps that Harry Potter is about to have a

child. It could be too dangerous. Granger has been able to inform me of the war status

and I as disappointed to hear that things aren’t as planned. I'm not worried though. I

know you can pull through.


I wonder if we’ll have a girl or a boy. The nurse offered to do a gender check for me. It’s


already possible at this stage. But I refused. I prefer to find out right when you do. I want

you to be there, clutching my hand and holding me when we find out.


I wish you were here. But I don’t mind waiting. I really don’t. I like to think that when

you return I’ll have a present waiting for you. Either right where you left it or wrapped in

a bundle in my arms. Either way I’ll wait. I love you more than anything Harry. And I

wouldn’t want to have this family with anyone else.


Return to me.


Love Always


Draco and the baby


The letter was folded neatly and tucked into an envelope holding the address of Harry

Potter on top.


Attaching it to the leg of the long-distance post owl, Draco lifted it and with a soft jerk

sent the owl flying out the window. A small figure within minutes, the owl disappeared

into the dark sky taking with it a message connecting two lovers separated with war.


Harry Potter came to visit Draco Malfoy a week later when he heard of his miraculous

recovery. Hoping to be able to speak the blonde, the green-eyed wizard walked through

the halls holding his cloak extremely close against the September winds that blew

dangerously outside. Walking slowly, his footsteps echoing in the near empty castle

giving him the eerie feeling of being alone yet being watched by every painting he

passed. He couldn’t believe that the whole school had actually agreed to disappear off to

Hogmeade in this weather. Pulling his cloak even closer Harry stopped in front of the

Hospital Wing. Pushing the door open, he walked in slowly, cautiously. Barely inside

Harry looked up when a voice interrupted his progress.


“Well, well Potter, I was wondering when you’d come here.” Two pairs of eyes met each

other in a challenging gaze. One steely the other surprised. Draco Malfoy looked

different. Propped up against the backrest, his hair loose about his face, his face far from

perfect. Bruises still marred it all over making him look oddly…common. He sat with his

hands crossed at his chest, the pale bed sheets pulled up to his lap.


“So,” he said with a clenched jaw. “Come to ridicule me?”


Harry frowned at him. He walked into the room closing the door behind him. Walking

with no sense of urgency, he took his time to pull up a chair beside Malfoy’s bed, seating

himself firmly in it.


Grey eyes followed him all through his doings staring irritably at being disturbed.


Harry looked up at the blonde his face as cool as ever.

“So how are you feeling Malfoy?” he said calmly and Malfoy snapped.


“OH SHUT UP. Just insult me or ridicule me in whatever manner you find necessary and

then leave. Just cut the crap. I am in no mood to hear the “I just save your ass so bow to

me” routine that you inflict on all your victims.” His hands were clenched in a death grip

and his teeth itching to grind.


“VICTIMS?!?!” asked Harry Potter, now thoroughly pissed off. He was on his feet in a

second. “How dare you?”


“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BRING ME HERE AND NOT LEAVE ME IN THE

DOUNGEONS?” Draco said his eyes dead set.


“Because you fucking asked me to.” There was no way the Golden Boy was going to

loose this battle.


“OH yeah right! Since when do you listen to what I say? You hate me!”


Urg this was so frustrating. Did Malfoy have to be suck an arsehole?


“GODDAMIT MALFOY. Grow fucking up will you. This isn’t about me hating you or

you hating me.” Harry Potter said running his hands through this hair. “This is about how

someone fucking left you beaten up to die in the darkest part of the castle. Not everything

is about getting the upper hand on you.”


Malfoy looked away stubbornly, his hair clouding his eyes from view.


Still Harry waited for a decent reply, when receiving none he gave up.


“Ah the hell with you man. He walked over to the bedside table and slammed a box of

chocolates, which he had carried with him from his dorm. With that done he stormed out

of the wing slamming the door behind him.


TAP TAP TAP


Tired eyes unveiled in a dark room outlined by the dying embers of wood from the

fireplace. Even in the darkness it was obvious that he first snow of the year was making

its way down from the sky. And in the window filling up with the flakes a brown owl

could be seen.



Draco breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. Harry’s reply. HE ran to the


window leaving behind his graceful and arrogant stride. After all his husband had just

sent him a reply. Flinging open the window Draco snatched the own before it had a

chance to fly in. Pulling the letter off and dropping the bird (which flew off pissed

offedly) Draco stared at the letter…. And his breath hitched. It was the same envelope he

had sent.


Yet on the top in big red letters it stated four words.


“Receiving party not found”


~`~


In the next room Hermione Granger listened to the Wizarding Radio Station in shock as

the reporter informed her of the capture of Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnagun, Ronald

Weasley and Harry Potter.

TBC…
DON’T kill me please. There’s more promise!!!


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