Babies' baby

Start of 3rd year

All of the 3rd years were together at the potions classroom, it smells like danger. If Harry has learned something useful over the years, is to sense danger.

"What's going on?" He asks Hermione, they got pulled from their dorms at 6 am. He's still on his pajamas.

"I don't know... There's nothing in the schedule to—"

"Good morning, all of you have been called for a very special talk" Professor McGonagall started as soon as she entered the room. The others heads of house following right behind.

She sighs, a loooong, deep, resigned sigh. Doesn't matters how many generations of kids pass this exact class. Is always awkward.

"The most used contraption method in the wizarding world consists in the casting of a simple but powerful spell. It's considered a kind of transfiguration for the temporal changes that makes in the..."

After McGonagall's explanation. People where shocked, some not understanding what she was talking about, many more understanding and even practicing, for future references.

Flitwick doesn't let's them process much before he steps up.

"Another important spell is the cleaning charm applied specifically to the cleaning of the anus—"

"Please no"

"Sit down Mr. Smith, this is important"

Once again you could see people casting as practice while the professor explained. But he cut them off rapidly. His time is short to explain.

"The next one up the list, and I really hope you took notes, is the lubricant charm. While we saw one last year, that one is not intended to human interaction. The one focused on..."

He left the podium, pulling the closest board and making the diagrams for the spells.

The kids kept practicing, at least until the room turned darker and some cauldrons appeared out if thin air.

"Keep those wands down, the next thing you need to know and I hope you learned to brew in past years. Is the contraption potion, the lubricant potion, and the abortion—" Snape got interrupted.

"Goddess gracious"

"Someone hold Mrs. Parkinson"

His explanation was detailed, the others teachers helped the kids brew, it was standard to let them do their own potions in the explanation, so they could actually gain practice.

Professor Sprout stepped up the podium next, smiling.

"This explanation is easier, plants and herbs to use in case of an emergency. In case that something happened and you didn't had time to use any of the protection methods..."

She explained as detailed as she could. The potions part always takes most of the time, and since charms and the contraption spell are the most used they get explained first.

"And that concludes the healt class of Hogwarts, any further questions, please refer to the professor who explained or the one you trust the most. Now hurry classes begin in 30 minutes"

The Hogwarts curriculum always gets judged by parents every time they try to introduce a healt class. The last agreement they reached with the board was a class of 1 and a half hours.

Harry was leaving the classroom. Three vials, one for each potion, in his hand and feeling strangely affected by the class.

"I kind of want to practice..."

"Same, mate" he laughs at his own joke.

"Harry! This is not a safe age to try and—"

"Potter!" Malfoy pushes him with his shoulder, smiling widely.

"Ugh" Malfoy's annoying voice assaulted his ears before he could recover.

"Heard you wanted to practice. I can help you"

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Summer before 4th year

Harry is busy, cutting apples in cubes, and cutting strawberries with a flower like shape. Draco deserves a nice dessert for dealing with his pregnancy, Sirius, James and him, all at the same time. Draco is amazing.

"Hey pup, whatcha doing?"

"Hi. Just, making snacks for Draco"

"Snacks? Ooooh someone is in love"

"I'm not!" He cuts too deep into the cutting board.

"Sure, sure. How's your own kid?"

"He's doing fine, babbling to his other dad about all of his adventures from last night"

"You did make a mess in the bathroom"

"You try bathing a baby! I just don't know how to behave, I never had a father. So this is a totally new territory for me" he stops cutting, turning to see his godfather.

"You're doing great pup"

"I've only been copying Draco"

"Weird. Isn't it? That he's a good mother" he plays with one of the strawberries, distracting his mind from his own mother.

"Don't let him hear you call him that"

"Fine!" He held his hands up, laughing a little "I'm just saying. How can he be such a good parent? Purebloods have a horrible upbringing"

"I... don't know but—"

"HARRY! Hurry! Come here!"

Harry ran from the kitchen, his body going into emergency mode, Sirius was right behind him.

He almost trips and hit himself in the hip thanks to the stairs but he has soon in the doorframe, Draco's arm stopping him from getting inside the room.

James was rolling! His little baby was rolling!

"He's not supposed to do that!" He stupidly exclaimed, of course Draco knows that, he wouldn't have screamed to Harry otherwise.

Draco laughs at his comment.

"Our son is amazing Harry. Only three months old and he's already rolling... I love him"

"I love him too" he held Draco's waist, he knew the blonde was insecure of his pregnant body. Tonight he's going to show him how much he likes him, doesn't matter if he's pregnant or not.

Sirius could only smile and leave, feeling as if he didn't fit in the small moment they had watching their kid roll again. As if he was showing off. Such a Potter.

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Harry was holding his child —James— between his arms, swaying slowly, trying to get him to sleep while his cousin —the father of that same child, including the ones in his belly still— is taking a shower.

Sirius can't help it.

Harry looks just like James did, at 21, not physically. Merlin, the kid just had his 14th birthday, but in the way he took care of the little baby. Is exactly like James used to. Holding the little human tight, while he had a gaze filled with love and happiness, a big smile, he's even humming the same song.

How can he know the song?

And for a moment, just a short moment, he sees his friend in front of him, playing with his 3 year old month child, telling him about how much he loves his wife.

"Sirius? Can we?"

Sirius has to blink rapidly and bring himself to the present. This isn't James bragging about little Harry, this is Harry bragging about little James.

"Mmh?" Harry rolled his eyes just like James used to. He probably doesn't even knows it.

"If we can go to the garden, so James meets the grass"

"Why didn't he met it at the manor? His blood too muddy for your old folks?" He asked his cousin, he meant it as a joke, but Draco tensed.

"Mother and Father aren't pleased with James yes... but no, I didn't took him out because I have peacocks in my yard, I didn't wanted to let James in the floor and him getting hurt by them"

"You said your parents loved James" Harry looks at him questioning.

"It's complicated. Can we just let James touch grass?"

Harry made a sound, between a complain and a agreement, Lily used to do that sound. This isn't good for Sirius mental health, seeing Harry be a parent just hits too close home.

He takes the teenagers and their kid outside, while he drowns a glass of fire whiskey, trying to pull himself together, he can't get stuck in the past.

When he comes out he sees Draco trying to stop James from taking the grass and putting in to his little mouth, Harry is sitting in the grass, they probably tried to see if James could squirm toward Harry.

He sits besides Harry, playing with the grass, feeling tears trying to gather in his eyes.
Harry looks so much like James, acts so much like James, he doesn't wants him to end like James.

"You look just like your dad"

Harry tenses, lowering his gaze and trying to concentrate in Draco's little rants about babies.

"Really?"

"You shouldn't"

"What?" He stops everything and concentrates on Sirius now, what does he mean?

"You should be yourself Harry"

"I'm being myself" he sounds defensive, Sirius was hoping for a peaceful conversation, not this.

"I don't— I didn't meant it like that. I guess what I'm trying to say it's... Don't be like your parents"

"Brave? Smart? Heroes?"

"Yeah, to the last one, the others are fine. Don't be them. Follow little Draco's example, he's happy. You should be happy"

Harry snorts. "I don't think I could do that. Voldemort always does something, and only I can stop him"

"You shouldn't have to. I'm—" he giggles a little, he loves this joke "serious. You have a family that will depend of you for years... Just, consider it"

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5th year

"The patronus charm is a—"

"Mama!"

"Yes Scorp that's your mama— I'm sorry. He learned how to talk and wants to show off" Harry held his son closer to his torso, since the baby tried to reach Draco.

"Let me—" Draco tried to indicate Harry to pass their son to him, but his hands were full, so it just looked like a silly gesture.

"You're holding two already, precious. I am able to hold my own child, thanks. Anyway the patronus charm— You know what? What do you guys know about the patronus?"

"It's a light spell" a reluctant Pansy answered, fake fixing her nails.

"Oh, that means we can slip this lesson?" Vincent asked hopeful.

"No, Vince, you need to take this one too" Draco whispers. Trying not to be heard by the rest, as if to not disturb the lesson anymore.

"Someone else?" Scorp was insistent, trying to jump into Draco's arms. So he decides to put the child on his stomach and fake throwing him to Draco. Scorpius laughs, making his brother's and mama follow. Harry grins too, they sound so cute.

Some "aaaaaw" sounds were heard in the room.

"It's the only known mechanism to defend yourself from a dementor" A dreamy voice answered, looking at his baby with a smile.

"Yes! And that's why is really important to know it— Scorpius, love. Please stop, you'll fall"

"Just give him to me"

"Draco you literally have no more hands"

"Dad!" James tugs his trousers. He probably got bored already.

He's about to collapse really, this is stressful. Classes, exams, the DA, Quidditch, his kids. He really wants to lay on the floor, get in a fetal position and cry. He breathes deeply instead, the same way he's seen Draco doing.

He picks James up too. Pulling him in his shoulder and using his arm as a seat to his son.

"The first thing you need to do is..."

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"If you leave through that door we're done!"

Harry stops walking, the words unexpected, throwing him out of his zone.

"What?"

"You heard me. Potter. If you leave us, leave me. We're done. I'll fight you for custody if necessary. I'll—"

"You don't mean that" he walks back immediately, trying to get closer to Draco. He looks beautiful carrying two of their children and making the other two float. A little unsafe, but that's his fault, he shoved Lily into his arms as soon as he saw him. Ready to leave for the ministry.

Draco steps back too.

"I do. I can't— we can't lose you. So..."

"Draco..."

"Just think for a second. Just a second, Harry. What will it happen once you get there? You think you're so all mighty and can win against all of them!? You're fifteen Harry. You can't even cast a contraceptive spell right..." His beautiful gray eyes start to fill with tears. That's not right, the gryffindor cleans them with his fingers, feeling how his hearts starts to hurt.

"Harry! We need to leave now if—"

"Please! Don't leave... We've only been together for a year. I've been pinning for two, it's not fair. Don't do this to us. How am I gonna raise four kids alone?"

Harry breathes deeply. He thinks about Sirius, about all of their brief but meaningful moments, about the hugs, the little talks about his parents... He closes his eyes and his cheeks start to get wet with his tears.

Life is sacrifices, decisions you have to make, and he considers it.

"Ok" he can fear the temperature of the hall going down, his magic reacting to his own feelings.

"Dada?" James little voice floating on top of himself makes him look up. The child is trying to get to him.

Harry picks him up, feeling his chest hurt a little less. This is what Sirius would have wanted, for him to be happy.

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A year after the battle of Hogwarts

It was lovely to see. Lily's birthday marks an event they have wanted to do since their kids were born.

Malfoy Manor has been adapted into a child friendly environment, something that took many months and a few days to put the decorations into.

Harry didn't thought that assigning someone as a godparent should be such a big event, he thought that only a short party will suffice.

But Draco refused, alleging that if his ceremony was big, their children's had to be even bigger.

His little babies were dressed all in white, Scorpius getting a little washed out by the color, but he was too busy saying how pretty Lily looked. Harry thought the same thing, her tanned skin made her glow.

"Is everything ready?" His boyfriend was all over the place, running from the left wing to the right, to the gardens.

"Yes, my Dragon, your father managed to take the peacocks into behaving" Narcissa answered, her posture firm and elegant. Harry was going to agree to her words when he got a look of Draco.

He's so beautiful.

"Why so serious, pup? You should be enjoying the show. Seeing proper Malfoys running" Sirius smirked, hugging him from the shoulders.

"I'm just... I'm thinking" He's more like admiring, he looks at his soon to be husband, fixing last minute details in the appearance of their kids and his chest fills up with pride.

"About what?" Sirius is looking for a distraction, he hates the way white looks on him, he tried over and over again to slip away from this torture, but Harry stood his ground. Draco wants white, you need to dress in white.

"About how lucky I am..."

Sirius snorts. "As corny as your Dad"

"Let him be, Padfoot" Remus, also dressed in white, said, hitting his arm.

"Ooooh, this thing just got better. I definitely want that suit in my bedrooms floor"

"Sirius!"

"What are you all doing in here? Hurry! The godparents are already waiting!" Severus exclaims from the door frame, exasperated.

Draco jumps, and moving fast to Severus, interlocking their arms. Music starts to sound. Harry can't let him go. So he hurried to his boyfriends side. Leaving Sirius alone for a second. The Black doesn't minds, he's busy flirting with Remus.

"Hey!"

"What— go to your place. We're about to begin—"

Harry cuts Draco off with a kiss, is short, but he tries to express all of his feelings with it.

"I love you"

Draco smiles, a pink taint in his cheeks.

"I love you too"

They exit the room, Severus has to drag Draco away from Harry. Sirius has to stop Harry form following them. Applauses could be heard.

"Ready?" Sirius asks after the applause calms down.

"As I'll ever be" they exit and more applauses can be heard. Technically is a private matter. Only the Malfoys, the Tonks, Weasleys, the Grangers, the Parkinsons, the Zabinis, Notts, Lovegoods, Longbottom. The external branches of bothe the Malfoys and the Blacks.

So really, it's not small at all. He's nervous but Sirius keeps walking him until reaching the aisle.

He stands alongside Draco. He looks ethereal, so beautiful he has to be unreal, he touches his hand, just to see if he's not actually dead and reached heaven.

"You look amazing" he whispers, looking like a teenager pinning for his crush. Which he is.

"I know" Draco smirks, his parents beging to leave the little tent where they were getting ready.

Narcissa has James and Scorpius, walking slow, Remus is walking Albus and Lucius has little Lily on his arms. They stop walking, close to where they are standing. Ron steps forward, from behind him, and Narcissa let's go of James hand.

Lucius clears his throat.

"Do you, Ronald Weasley, accept the responsibility of taking care of James Sirius Potter Malfoy in case of something happening to his guardians?"

"Sure thing" Ron nods, and mother magic does her work, changing the color of his white robe to the Weasley red of Ron's.

Ron picks the kid up, supporting him on his hip.

Scorpius jumps excited, letting go of his grandmothers hand, and walking up front at the same time Blaise walks, he snorts at seeing little Scorpius looking too happy.

"Blaise Zabini, will you take the responsibility of taking care of Scorpius Hyperon Malfoy Potter in case of something happening to his guardians?"

"Of course I will" he grins, delighted to be chosen over Theo, even if it was just because he won a chess match.

Scorpius spins while his robes change color, from his white to a beautiful silver, matching Blaise's, holding his newly assigned godfather's hand, the Slytherin pulls him into his arms. If Weasley is going to show off so can he.

Albus had to be lured, Pansy walked in front of the children's parents. She kneels in the floor, not caring if her long dress gets dirty.

"Come here honey, you know I'll always take care of you"

Albus let's go of Remus' hand, and walks as fast as he can to Pansy, she holds him tight. His robes changing to the deep green, almost black, of the Parkinsons.

He's been scared all day. Too many people in his home, wanting to talk to him. But he knows this is important to mama, so he had to be brave.

"Oh. Well, I guess that means you accept?" Lucius sounds amused, used to this affection displays from his grandchildren.

"I'm more than happy to"

Lucius puts Lily on the floor, and the little girl walks full of confidence to the front, Hermione follows her lead, and once they get to the middle, the little girl asks.

"Would you like to be my godmother?"

Lily stretched her hand and Hermione holds it.

"Yes, I would love to"

Lily's robes turning a deep blue, the majority of the purebloods gasp. Not actually expecting her robes to change a color, since her godmother doesn't belongs to an old family.

"I like blue" Harry snorts after hearing her daughter, and he looks at Draco, expecting to see him grinning too, but he's not, he's crying, smiling, Snape rubbing his back.

Harry gets it now. Why this was so important for him.

He's more than happy indulge Draco.