Part Three
"She said Draco's dying," Pansy said and burst in another round of crying. Harry stood up and went ro the room where Draco was staying. He saw Draco laying on the bed with a magical shield around him. He slowly approached the bed he was in, afraid that his loud footsteps would spook the blonde.
Compared to the last time Harry saw Draco, he has changed so much, his hair got longer but it lack the usual shine and glow it used to have. He also looks thin and fragile, like a porcelaine doll. Harry heard the footsteps that followed him and Hermione gasped at the sight she saw, he was still joking the last time she saw him back in the hospital in France.
"The healer said that his magic was draining, just like in France. Tomorrow the specialist will come in and check on him," Pansy explained moving to the other side of Draco's bed.
"The healer also said that there's something connected to his magical core and that's draining him. If this continues, he's- he might die," Pansy concluded.
"What's draining his core? Has he been hit by a curse?" Hermione inquired.
"That's what the specialist is for. And no, he's not been hit by a curse or drank a potion."
They all found a place to get comfortable in. Harry and Pansy both on the other sides of Draco's bed. Blaise and Ron sitting closely together in the couch with Pansy on the other end.
It felt the longest night, Harry had his entire life. What if he didn't demand divorce from Draco? For the past two years, Harry had often wondered what kind of life would he had if he had given them a chance, if he had stayed with Draco. Harry had dated a couple of both men and women, bet he never really felt connected or even at ease the way he had been with Draco in the short time he spent with the blonde. He tried to ask Pansy about Draco during the first year, and Ron and Blaise about him the second year, even Hermione, but he never really gotten anywhere, with Pansy threatening to kill him everytime. He felt ashamed with the actions he took with the blonde when he stayed with him the first month after losing his memories and wanted to apologise, but he got turned down, both from Draco's friends and his friends, saying that Draco has already moved on and he doesn't need a ghost from his past visiting him, so naturally Harry backed off. It was the only thing he could do after all.
Morning came and everyone was eager for the specialist to come. When the door opened, everyone in the room stood up, a short man with healer robes came in.
"Good day lads, I'm Healer McDonald," he introduced and inspected the chart on the bed. After a few diagnostic charms and poking around Draco's core, he looked at the and asked, "How long has it been since he gave birth?"
Harry looked at Healer McDonald as if he's grown a second head, and then at his friends. It seemed that he was the only one surprised. He did not even know that Draco remarried, let alone had a child.
"Two years," Pansy answered looking intently at the healer.
"And he's the only one who supported this pregancy, correct?" Pansy nodded and everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath. If Draco gave birth two years ago, then he was already pregnant during their divorce. Either he was cheating or-
"Harry, let's go. Let's give them privacy," Hermione said pulling him from his thoughts and tugging his arms.
"No, I wanna hear this."
"This is not about you, Harry," Blaise sternly said, the first sentence he had said since last night.
"No, I think it is. Please continue," Harry said, looking at the healer who sense the tension between the two men.
"May I ask who you are to the patient?"
"His ex-husband," the healer nodded and pointed at the diagnostic floating over Draco.
"As you can see here," Healer McDonald pointed at a circle with visible cracks, "the patient's magical core has been exhausted. It tried repairing when it started to drain, but the continuous siphoning of his magical aura cause an internal conflict, making visible cracks. These cracks would continue to develop until it shatters, taking away his magic, and inevitability his life," the healer explained making Pansy and Hermione gasped.
"But why is it happening?"
"You are aware that pregnancy needs two magical auras to provide the necessary development of a child's magical core?" The healer questioned.
"Yes, but his healer told him that he would be able to support his pregnancy, even if he's the only one since his core was strong and powerful enough," Pansy explained.
"That's true for the most cases, but the child he had, had a great capacity for magic, meaning he had a large magical core to develop, which is usually the case when both parents are powerful. In most pregnancy, siphoning or transfer of magical aura to the child ends when the child is separated from the womb because the development of the child's magical core ends after the eight month period, but for Mr. Malfoy, the child he had never separated from his core since it was not able to fully develop. You can see here," he pointed at the core with a small string attached to it.
"Now as the child grows up, with it's core connected to its mother, it slowly drains the mother's core, transferring the magical aura in order to compelete the development of the child's core."
"Is there anything you can do?" Harry asked.
"The only solution for this is magical transfusion to prevent the patient's collapse."
"I'll do it," Pansy immediately volunteered.
"I'm afraid this particular transfusion would require the other parent. As I've said before the child and the mother's core are connected, injecting a foreign magic would both shock the mother and child, but if it's the other parent, their cores would recognize the magical signature and bond between a parent and child and accept the transfusion," the healer gave a sad smile at Pansy.
"What if the other parent is dead?" Pansy asked that made Harry look at her. Is he not the other parent?
"Pansy," Blaise warned but Pansy just glared at him, shutting him up.
"Then I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Either the child's magical core would fully develop, draining Mr. Malfoy or Mr. Malfoy draining without fully developing the child's core, leaving the child to leak out the magic and combust," the healer concluded.
The three of them shared a silent conversation, leaving Harry to wonder of he really is not the father of Draco's child, when a cry bursting through the door interrupted them. Theo entered the room with a crying child balancing on his hip.
"Papa!" The child with wild dark curls screamed fighting to get off Theo, who let him down. The small child tried to run towards Draco, but Pansy caught him and hugged the crying child.
"Auntie Pansy, is my papa leaving?"
"What? No! He's not leaving, he's just resting," Pansy comforted the child, kneeling in front of him.
"But he's been resting a long time. Is it because I ate the entire cookie jar? I will not eat cookies anymore," the child promised looking at a sleeping Draco.
"No, Jamie. Your papa is just tired, he needs rest a little bit longer and then he will be able to play with you again," Pansy promised running a had through the child's hair. So this was Jamie.
Harry slowly approached the child and knelt down in front of him. He was shocked to see the child's bright green eyes. His mother's eyes.
No, his eyes.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," Harry introduced and smiled when Jamie's bright eyes turned big with excitement, forgetting about the previous conversation.
"You're Harry Potter?" Jamie asked and Harry nodded.
"I'm Scorpius James Malfoy," Jamie held out his tiny chubby hands. Harry remembered a particular blonde introducing himself and smiled while he shook the child's hand.
"But you can call me Jamie. My papa and my aunties and my uncles call me Jamie so you can call me Jamie too. Are you here to save my papa?" Jamie asked, tugging at Harry's shirt, asking to be lifted. Harry obliged.
"Auntie Pans said you were busy saving the world to stay with papa and me, but you are here now? To save papa?" Harry looked at Pansy who looked away. Ironically, it would seem that Harry really was the only one who could save Draco, so he nodded. Jamie beamed at him and looked at Draco, then back at him. Jamie looked down at his tiny hands and started fidgeting with his fingers.
"After you save papa, are you going to leave again? To save the world?" Jamie asked quietly.
"No, I already saved the world. After I save your papa, I would like it if I could stay with you? With papa?" Harry asked looking at Jamie, who smiled at him.
"Okay, I would like that. Like a family," Jamie quipped and wiggled, wanting to be let down. As soos as he was on the ground, he made a beeline for Draco's bed. When Jamie was almost a foot apart from the bed, Draco started violently convulsing.
"The child, take him away!" the healer shouted. Theo immediately picked up the crying child, leaving the healer to stabilise Draco.
"It's better that we start the transfusion as soon as possible. The longer we wait, the higher the risk will be. If I may, Mr. Potter," the healer asked asking for Harry's arm, which he immediately gave. Using his wand, the healer traced from the forearm to his wrist, creating a group of silver strings and connectinh it to Draco's chest.
"For now, this transfusion will stabilise him and we will be able to remove him from the magical coma he's in and continue the transfusion until your son's core is fully developed. I will also be checking on your son's core to see how long it has to be develop," Healer McDonald cast another diagnostic on Draco and nodded in satisfaction.
"He will need a little more rest and will probably wake up tomorrow. If we continue this transfusion, then there is nothing for you to worry about," he concluded and waved his wand in front of Dravo removing the diagnostic charm overhead, as well as, the shield covering Draco.
"Tomorrow at nine, I will check on the child and see the progress in his core," with that, the healer left the room.
"Can I now have the full explanation for this?" Harry glared at the group who was still keeping their mouth shut. Ron and Hermione looked conflicted but the the two Slytherins wore their bored masked.
"Harry, you have to understand, we did it for Draco," Hermione tried but Harry just scoffed, sitting down on the chair next to Draco's bed.
"He almost died, and you did it to protect him?"
"How dare you?! You wouldn't have seen a hair of Draco if it wasn't for this incident!" Pansy shouted, seething, standing up and pointing her manicured finger at Harry.
"You have no right! Absolutely no right to demand any explanation from Draco or any of us!" Pansy continued and Blaise tried to pull her down but she shrugged him off.
"He almost died!" Harry shouted back, standing up.
"It wasn't the first time! He almost died trying to keep the baby when you decided to leave your house without giving him a chance wanting to get back with your ex and he almost died giving birth to Jamie!" Pansy shouted, earning a gasp from both Ron and Hermione.
"Pansy, that's enough," Blaise said, trying to calm Pansy.
"No! You don't get to demand anything when you chose to leave him! You weren't there when he was crying his eyes out not knowing what to do! You weren't there when he was second guessing himself asking if he was making the right decision, afraid that he would be just like his bastard of a father! You weren't there when his pregnancy was draining him so much he couldn't even cast a simple lumos! And now apparently, Jamie needed two magical auras and Draco's the only one supplying it for the last two years!"
"Then maybe he should've told me that he was pregnant in the first place, then may-"
"Harry!" Ron shouted.
Harry did not get to finished the rest of his sentence when Blaise swung his fist connecting it to Harry's face. Harry stumbled back and glared at Blaise, who was enclosed in Ron's arms halting him for going at Harry.
"You don't get to blame Draco for this because you wanted to move on and get back together with Ginny, who by the way had a partner! Draco gave you what you wanted and chose the best possible solution for your immature self when you chose to lose your memories!"
"You think I wanted to lose my memories, Blaise? I had a husband who I couldn't remember and that husband turned out to be the person who made my life a living hell in the first home I could call!"
"You may not have chosen to lose your memories but you gave no chance for the person you married. You said Slytherins are prejudiced bunch of arseholes, but you're just as much," Blaise said, leaving Harry stunned in place. Ron followed his husband out, squeezinh his shoulder for comfort.
"Let's talk again tomorrow. You need to cool off and so do they," Hermione said, pulling him out of the room, but Harry resisted.
"I'm not leaving him."
Pansy scoffed, exiting the room, giving Harry the first watch. He silently nodded at Hermione who gave him a comforting smile before leaving the room.