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Harry and Draco took to parenthood like dragons to the air. Corvus was such a sweet baby. Oh, his lungs worked plenty well. On the whole, however, he was calm and easy. Narcissa was jealous; Molly was proud. It was hard for Draco to put the boy down or hand him over to anyone else. He’d carried that child within him and felt the need to have him close by at all times. Even Harry wasn’t immune from these fits of need. The dirtiest of diapers, the rounds of spit up, the worst colic – it didn’t seem to faze Draco one bit.
Harry indulged his husband while still getting his own bonding time with his son. He convinced Draco to hand the boy over to Molly and Narcissa, even Severus once. Hermione and Ron visited as often as they could. They’d decided to break up, but stay amicable. Draco said he wasn’t surprised. Hermione entered the Ministry, starting in a low position and working her way up through the ranks. She was determined to work on creature reform, Azkaban overhaul, and future legislation in general. Harry was sure she’d be great at it. Ron took some time off to figure out what he wanted to do. He was considering furthering his education, but didn’t know in what field. He decided to intern with his brothers for a couple of months each to see if there was a possible future in dragon care, cursebreaking, the Ministry, or entrepreneurship.
Luna, on the other hand, married Rolf Scamander and took off on a worldwide tour to document creatures with the zoologist. Neville went on to university to master in herbology. Harry and Draco hired tutors to help them through the seventh year material, an expert in each class. Most were not Ministry-appointed. Severus himself tutored them in potions during his free periods and in the evenings. Dumbledore held a special lecture in the Great Hall shortly before Halloween, having asked Harry and Draco to speak to the school about why the Forbidden Forest was so forbidden. It seemed to have properly scared the students into obeying at least one rule.
And Voldemort? Yeah, he didn’t stay quiet for long. Once the interviews from the couple appeared in The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler, he began his plotting to attack Hogwarts. He failed spectacularly and fell to Harry’s silent spell. When Draco later asked what spell he’d used, Harry explained that he merely imagined Voldemort gone. Well and truly gone. No trace left to resurrect, no pieces left for nefarious rituals or potions, no soul piece to inhabit another body. Harry had blinked him out of existence. It took all of Harry’s energy and he ended up in a coma for three days after the battle. Muggle science had it correct – mass exists and cannot truly be gotten rid of. Instead, it must turn into something else. Even conjuring was bringing mass together in a different form.
Death Eaters were rounded up and sent to cells within the bowels of the Ministry. Each would have a fair trial, unlike Sirius. Memories of the battle were collected from several people as evidence of the guilt of each Death Eater. Harry was somewhat proud that Molly had dispatched Bellatrix during the battle. Apparently, a mama basilisk was no joke. Bellatrix had gone after Ginny and Molly was having none of that. The twins were also ferocious in battle, using their jokes to distract and cause mayhem while altering many of their other products to go on the offensive. Kindhearted Remus proved why he had been qualified as the DADA professor; Minerva showed her dueling skills.
But truly it was Severus, Lucius, and Narcissa who were the most impressive to Harry. The three took no mercy, using the Killing Curse liberally on their former comrades. They didn’t build up their curses in intensity but went straight for the kill. They knew their opponents were there to fight dirty and win at any cost. So they would do the same. The three cut a nearly straight path for Harry right to Voldemort. Having spelled his husband and son asleep then locked them safely within the dungeons of Hogwarts, Harry strode straight to the Dark Lord and wished him gone. He didn’t bother with anyone else in the battle; he left that to his fellow Order members and allies.
When Voldemort fell, all action stopped almost immediately. The backlash riveted through the Dark Marks, disrupting the battle and spells being cast. Aurors and Order Members alike began casting Incarcerous and Petrificus Totalus as quickly as possible. They were lucky to have caught several major Death Eaters like Dolohov, Greyback, and the Lestrange brothers. The full Wizengamot had already been recalled to oversee all the trials.
And just as there were deaths among the Dark Lord’s minions, there were deaths from the Order too. Tonks was, thankfully, the only person Harry actually knew on a personal level. Fred lost an ear; at least people could tell the twins apart after that. Several others had been hexed, cursed, or maimed in the attack. It would take time, but most everyone would recover to their full potential.
All this occurred before Halloween. Corvus was only a month old. Harry had been terrified, but knew he had no choice. He was also terrified of waking his husband after returning to his side. Draco was going to be horrified and absolutely livid. They’d promised, in the Forest, to always stay together, to face whatever came at them together. Yet Harry went off on his own to face Voldemort. Harry didn’t see it that way. Of course, that’s what the two sides of the fighting was about once Draco was awakened.
Not able to handle the one-sided yelling match any longer, Snape had burst into their bedroom. “Draco, Harry was more worried about your safety than that of anyone on the field of battle. Harry, Draco feels abandoned and mistreated for you ‘handling’ him, as if he had no ability to fight by your side. Both of you have a right to your feelings, but you must also understand that the other has a right to his feelings as well. Now kindly shut up so that I may read in peace!” He stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him.
From his crib in the next room, Corvus was staring at his parents with wide green eyes. His blonde hair was an absolute mess, just like Harry’s.
The two men stared at the door in silence, then looked at each other. Harry shrugged, signaling his willingness to let the argument end. Draco sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but he too conceded. “Don’t think this means you won, Potter,” he quipped.
Potter-Malfoy, Harry signed, then took Draco in his arms for a deep kiss. With no Dark Lord looming over their heads, he wanted to practice producing the next heir to their Houses.
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