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The last thing Harry remembered was his fall on the hard and cold asphalt. He remembers it started when he was cornered by some people on the way home. It was dark and he couldn’t recognise who they were, but in the middle of a battle, one of them succeeded in cursing him, he didn’t know the spell, but surely it wasn’t supposed to make him wake up in a soft bed with someone beside him.
Was he in St. Mungos? Did someone bring him there? But there’s no way the room would smell like rose and tangerine, definitely no man should sleep beside him or drapes their arms around his waist. Is he being sold as a sex slave? Given a potion and aphrodisiac so he didn’t remember a thing? But that didn’t answer his pressing question. Where the fuck is he?
Harry tries to calm down, it will do him no good to keep panicking and guessing the answer that no one has. He takes a deep breath before opening his eyes, the ray of sunshine streams through the gap in the curtains almost making him close his eyes again, he searches for any clue behind his lidded eyes and blurred vision. When he didn’t get any clue to his whereabouts, he groans softly and flutters his eyes open wider, letting them adjust to the glimmering light.
He turns his head to the side and the first thing he sees is a chest, a man's chest to be precise, and his face slowly morphs into an utter terror.
“God, no way! Did I really become a sex slave? Or did I take someone home? Did the battle just a dream?” He thought, brain working hard to remember any detail, but he couldn’t remember anything aside from being involved in a fight and the knowledge that someone had cursed him.
He looks up and sees a high nose and pointy chin. His brain automatically supplies who the man is, and he screams at the top of his lungs.
“What the fuck? Malfoy?!” Harry shouted. He pushes the man until he almost falls off the bed. The white-blonde man grunts and flutters his eyes open, looking annoyed at Harry.
“What is it? Why are you yelling?” Malfoy huffed and crawled to the bed again, pulling Harry's waist to snuggle closer.
“It’s not eight yet, let’s get back to sleep,” Malfoy said again and prompted to close his eyes.
The contact makes Harry aware that first, he’s naked. Second, the other man too. Third, there’s something hard poking at his thigh. He struggles to remove Malfoy’s hand from his waist as the red flush paints his cheek down to his neck and shoulder.
“Let me go, you pervert!” Harry demanded. He pulls the cover forcefully to hide his body, but he immediately regrets it as the blonde’s crotch peeking through. He yelps and shuts his eyes, not wanting to traumatic his brain even more.
“Why are you acting so shy now? You’ve seen it hundreds of times already,” Malfoy groans. When the high-pitched yelps and screams threaten to upset his morning mood, he lets out a long sigh and sits up. He leans his back to the headboard which makes Harry throw a pillow to his sleepy face.
He rolls his eyes and places the pillow on his lap, hiding his peeking manhood. “Satisfied?” he snorted. Harry nods awkwardly and tries to calm down. He places his hand on his chest and even out his breath before dragging the bed sheet to make his way to the blonde man and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“So? What happened? What makes you scream like a virgin?” Malfoy sneered as he passed a glass of water to Harry.
Harry just rolls his eyes and accepts the water. “Well, who would not if suddenly you wake up beside a naked man with a hard-on poking on your thigh? And mind you, I’m very much a virgin because of the stupid war, but now I’m not sure I’m a virgin anymore,” Harry huffed as he gestured the space between them vaguely.
Malfoy widens his eyes for a moment and laughs uncontrollably. Harry frowns as he takes a sip from a glass on the bedside table, all the rush of emotion making his throat dry.
“You? A virgin?” Malfoy paused for a moment, still failing to control his laugh. “Well darling, I took your virginity ages ago and you birthed our children, how can you think you were a virgin?” Malfoy said, still laughing maniacally. Harry chokes on his drink.
“What? Children? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not- I haven’t given birth to any children!” Harry shouted in horror as Malfoy raised his eyebrow. “And- and what do you mean our children? That’s definitely not happening. What are we anyway? Are we even married?” Harry added in distress.
Aware something must be wrong, Malfoy immediately shut up and straightened his posture. He clears his throat and approaches Harry carefully. “Darling, calm down, what happened? Of course, we’re married, you don’t remember?” Malfoy asked. Harry draws a confused look on his face as he shakes his head. Malfoy sucked a sharp breath and held Harry’s hand up, showing a silver ring with a squared cut emerald stone in the middle.
“Harry, we are married, just three days ago was our seventh anniversary. Do you remember our kids? James, Scorpius, Albus, Lily? Any names you’re familiar with?” Malfoy tried again.
“Well, I’d recognised James as my father, Lily as my mother, and Albus as in Albus Dumbledore, our late headmaster. Scorpius? No, sorry, I didn’t recognise them,” Harry said hesitantly.
Just when Malfoy begins to open his mouth, a loud knocking on the door surprises them. “Papa, Dada! Wake up! Breakfast, please!” A high-pitched baby voice yelled from outside the bedroom.
“Al, no screaming, please,” A calm voice lectured the high-pitched voice kid. They heard a mumble ‘sorry’ followed by a different whiney voice, “Papa, Dada, it’s past eight.”
Malfoy basically scrambles out of bed and picks up a random training jogger from the floor while Harry just looks at him frantically, clearly surprised by the sudden disruption. Malfoy cast him a look and stopped mid-track. “Papa’s coming! Just wait for a little longer, okay sweetheart?” Malfoy said and the kids on the other sides of the door giggled before running to Merlin knows where.
“It’s the kids. You can- uhh just… take your time to sort out your thoughts and then you can join us for breakfast. We will talk about this later, yeah?” Malfoy said. He tucks a lock of hair behind Harry’s ear and kisses his forehead, then opens the door, leaving Harry to his own device.
Baffled at what just happened and not knowing what to do, Harry zones out from reality for a bit, wondering where he is and what actually happened last night. A roaring laugh breaks his bubbles of thought. He sets it aside to think later and decides to just fix his appearance before joining his ‘family’ for breakfast. He finds a white shirt and a boxer on the floor. Not wanting to bother with a pair of clean clothes, he wears it and steps outside.
Harry takes note that it seems like he lives in a manor, but he doubts it’s Malfoy Manor, the house he’s in is a bit smaller, but definitely bigger than Grimmauld Place. The second thing that makes him sure this isn’t Malfoy Manor is because the interior is brighter, although he couldn’t tell exactly why it seems different. Maybe because the hallway is painted in a soft cream or the sun shines brightly from the large glass windows at each end or the fact that cheerful voices fill out every corner of this house or the combination of the three of them. Harry isn’t sure why, but it just feels so warm, so soft, and so domestic.
Upon stepping outside from his bedroom, he sees a stair leading to the first floor where his ‘family’ is supposed to be. He can hear the laughter and squeal from the open door on the right side of the stairs, no wonder he can hear them from upstairs.
He pushes the door a bit wider, and all the five heads turn to him. The giggling toddlers run to hug him and –he supposed– the oldest one smiles brightly as he drags his papa who’s carrying the youngest to join them.
Harry is a bit taken aback by the action, his chest swelling from a familiar happy emotion bubbling in his heart. He doesn’t actually know why he feels that way and who they are, but he can feel that they matter to him, his precious family, the most important people in his life.
Even if he knows Malfoy, he just hits differently, he isn’t like the one Malfoy Harry knows. Granted, he’s an arse to him this morning for laughing, but when he realises something is wrong, he becomes worried, it was very thoughtful and sweet of him. Harry positive that Malfoy is being genuine, he feels sincerity and love just by the way the man looks at him.
This is what he always dreams of, the one image that always pops up in his head every time he hears the word ‘family’. He longs for this, he wants to have this, but at the same time, he feels wrong-footed. As crazy as it is, he’s certain that this is not his world, not his universe. Being married to Malfoy is one thing, but when he realises that there is another Harry who worked so hard to have this, he can’t just let himself take this, he can’t take this happiness away from him.
He swears he will try to find the way to go back, but perhaps… perhaps this was some sort of reward for killing Voldemort or some twisted fate threw him to another universe as an apology for his sadness, loss, and trauma all his life. Well, whatever it is, he wants to be selfish for once.
And it’s not like he knows how to go back to his own world, so maybe he can have this for a while, right?
“Dadaa, you slept so long,” The unruly dark-haired kid whined. Harry snaps out of his thoughts and then looks down, a sweet smile playing on his lips.
“Well, Dada has a night shift today, isn’t he? He must sleep as much as he can, so he won’t be sleepy when healing his patient,” Malfoy answered.
“Patient? Am I a healer?” Harry thought, just when he thought he might be able to play along, panic creeping into his demeanour. Malfoy notices the changes and shoots a reassuring smile, they really need to talk after breakfast. He ushers Harry and the kids to take a seat as he levitates the delicious-looking pancake he made.
“Thank you, Papa,” The kids said in unison and Harry followed shortly with a smaller voice.
Harry had expected the breakfast would become a bit rowdy with kids around, but it surprisingly went well without too many tantrums. It’s definitely Malfoy influence to have a perfect manner. However, they’re just a kid, there are occasional fights and bickers, it’s quickly calm down just from Malfoy clicking his spoon to a plate, a method that effectively shut them up.
"Like a lot of trained animals," Harry thought, snickering in his mind. Then, he remembers that they’re his kids who he was laughing at, so he must have a part to train them like that. Still, he’s proud of them, this must be the most calm and warm atmosphere you can get with three children under seven and a baby.
Ahh Harry speaks too soon. Obviously, bickers between siblings won’t happen only once. The oldest would tease the dark-haired toddler again after several minutes of Malfoy reprimand until his little brother whines to his twin and papa who is too busy feeding the youngest to scold them properly. The blonde kid just pats him every time he sulks because of the teasing and lack of attention from his papa. Aside from that, they chat about whatever happened at school while Harry’s just observing.
Harry thinks he’s being weird, and he knows that everyone also thinks so, the oldest seems to glance between him and Malfoy when he doesn’t tease his brother. The blonde, quiet as he is, seems to have a telepathy with his twin.
Squirming in his seat, the dark-haired toddler finally asks the question that plugs the kids' heads. “Papa, Dada, are you pwaigting?” All the heads turn to Harry, expecting an immediate answer. He almost choked for the second time today before gulping his food down and looking at Malfoy for help.
“No, Al. Papa and Dada aren’t fighting, though Papa would love to talk with Dada without any disturbance after breakfast,” Malfoy said firmly. Albus brightens up from the answers and holds the blonde kid’s hand up.
“Me! Me! Scorp and I can take care of Lily,” Albus offered enthusiastically. The oldest huffed. “No, Al. You’re still a baby, I will be the one taking care of Lily, right Papa?” he said. Malfoy wants to open his mouth, but Albus cuts him with a crying no.
Malfoy takes a deep breath and tries to calm Albus down. Seeing the chaos unfold before him, Harry feels bad for leaving everything to Malfoy, so he tries to suggest, “How about you three do that together? I’m sure she wants her brothers to get along and take care of her.” Malfoy let out a relief sigh at the suggestion and the kids seemed to be thinking about it.
“If James and Albus can get along, Papa and Dada might let you take care of Lily again in the future,” Malfoy promised. James nods excitedly and Albus nods reluctantly. Malfoy smiles and ruffles the boys’ hair.
“Alright, finish your breakfast first and we can take Lily to her room,” Malfoy said, and the boys hurriedly finished their breakfast.
It didn’t take long for them to finish since they had already half eaten the food when the argument started. Malfoy takes out his wand and sends the dirty dishes to wash themselves. James and Albus cooed beside Lily, starstruck, while Scorpius helped his Papa tidy up the table.
“Scorp, you know the drill already, if something’s wrong, promise me you will get us immediately?” Malfoy asked as he held up his pinkie. Scorpius nods like he used to be in charge and twines his pinkie around his Papa’s. Harry holds back a chuckle at the interaction, if only James and Albus know that they’re not actually the one in charge, that would be the start of another fight.
Malfoy goes to pick up Lily and leads them to her room upstairs which turns out to be the room beside the master bedroom. Malfoy sat her down in her cradle and let the boys play with their toys.
“Be a good boy, okay?” Malfoy told James and Albus. They nod as James drapes his arms around Albus's shoulder. Malfoy shoots them a sceptical look before letting out a long sigh, already done with their antics. Well, if anything happens, Scorpius will tell them immediately after all, so he ruffles the boys’ hair and walks out.
They go to their room next door and Malfoy casts a muffliato and locking spell. Harry sits on the end of the bed and Malfoy sits beside him. “So, where were we? Oh right, you don’t remember our kids,” Malfoy begins. Harry nodded slowly and said, “Yes, and I’m not a healer,” Harry added.
Malfoy frowns, “What do you mean Harry? You’re a healer, you have your hideous lime green robes and finish your training, what else would you be if not a healer?” Malfoy asked. Harry squirmed uncomfortably, didn’t know how to tell Malfoy.
“I’m an Auror,” he finally said. Malfoy's frown deepens and Harry decides to tell everything he knows.
“Look, I know you probably think I’m crazy, but I need you to hear me out, please?” Harry asked. Malfoy nods hesitantly and Harry tells him.
“I don’t know how I got to this world, but I think I’m not from your universe. I’m an auror. Yesterday, on my way home, I was ambushed by some people, I don’t know who they were, but one of them cast a spell I didn’t recognise. I remember falling to the ground and when I woke up, I was already here,” Harry explained. Malfoy widens his eyes and looks confused.
“So, you’re saying you didn’t have any recollection from Harry? I mean my Harry, uhmm this world Harry?” Malfoy asked to make sure. “Yes,” Harry admitted.
“Well, shit. First, we must tell St. Mungos you won’t be working tonight, I can call our private healer to check on you, I mean maybe um, I don’t know, but maybe this whole incident isn’t what you think, maybe you accidentally drink some of my potions, and it altered your memories instead?” Malfoy said as he summoned two parchment papers and a quill.
“What? Do you have a dangerous potion in your house? What have you been thinking? The kids can drink it!” Harry asked, disbelieving a man could keep a vicious potion on his home where his family lived.
“Right, I forgot, I’m a trained potion master, Harry. I stock ‘dangerous’ potions in my lab and not in this house, we have a separate house just to accommodate my lab and research. Actually, I never make that kind of potion, but who knows what you did last night when I told you to fetch our hangover potion stocks?” Malfoy said defensively as he let two owls send his message to St. Mungos and their private healer.
“What the fuck? Are you blaming me now?” Harry scoffed, and Malfoy groaned exasperated.
“No. Of course, not, honey. I just- well we had an accident about you mixing my potion and you almost killed yourself. I thought maybe you would do something similar again,” Malfoy explained. Harry immediately cringes at the thought, what the hell is this world Harry thinks? Doing something careless and life-threatening like that. Well, not like what he does now isn’t exactly like that, but his point still stands anyway.
Soon after, an elf –which Harry notices was a free elf– popped into the room and announced their healer had arrived. Malfoy dropped the muffliato and told her to escort the healer to their bedroom. “We’ll just make sure you are fine, okay? I won’t let him do anything you wouldn’t like,” Malfoy reassured him as he noticed Harry’s pale expression.
Though the pale wasn’t because of the healer, but rather because of the thought that this Harry might mix another potion and throw him to this universe instead, he doesn’t know if it was possible, but magic does exist after all.
“Okay,” Harry agreed and went to lie down, trying to relax his brain and muscles.
Malfoy opens the door and lets the healer into the room, he tells the situation briefly and his suspicion. The healer nods and approaches him. “Good morning, I don’t suppose you remember me, Mr. Malfoy?” He asked.
“Err... Malfoy should remember you,” Harry told him. The man smiled but didn’t look surprised. There’s a silence for several seconds and Harry remembers that in this world he was married to Malfoy. He wonders why he takes the blonde surname, he quickly waves the thought away, that’s not really important right now, after all. It did make him annoyed, though, why they couldn’t hyphen their name.
“Oh, me, right, um- yes, I don’t remember you,” Harry said awkwardly. The healer nods understandingly.
“Alright, I’m Healer Thomas Goswalt, I’ve been your private healer for four years now, I’m experienced with your potion accident last year and your hidden curse case two years prior, so I can assure you I will do my best to heal you,” Healer Goswalt said firmly. “If it’s really potion poisoning, indeed,” he added at the sight of Harry’s sceptical look.
He casts several diagnostic spells on his body and brain, searching for the mess or wrong thing happening to either place. It felt like forever for Harry, but the spells turned green exactly ten minutes later, he casts it again to make sure and the second trial also shows that he’s fine.
“Well, I don’t find any potion poisoning, curse, or anything bad happening, not even a slight headache. He’s in perfect health,” Healer Goswalt concluded. Harry lets out a long sigh that he wasn’t even aware holds. Malfoy frowns and offers to escort the healer out as they discuss Harry’s condition.
Five minutes later, Malfoy went back to their room as Harry zoned out, concerned about what happened to him. “Hey,” Malfoy called softly. Harry turns his head to him and hums his response, looking a bit sad and confused. Malfoy sits beside him and opens his arm wide, letting Harry choose whether to be held or not.
“I know you’re not my Harry, but I just feel bad for you, it must be hard not knowing what really happened,” Malfoy said. Hearing the acknowledgement, Harry lets tears fall down his face, he leans closer to Malfoy.
“Do you think I’m really in another world? What would I do if I couldn’t go back to my own world? What about your Harry?” Harry asked. Malfoy took a moment before he answered, “I don’t know, but I think it’s a high chance you are thrown into a different universe. But, don’t worry, I’ll help you to find the solution, I can’t live without my Harry after all.”
They stay like that while Harry cries himself, letting out his worry. Soon, the cries begin to calm down and occasional sniffles can be heard instead. Then, in the middle of his sniffling, Harry chuckles. Malfoy looks bewildered at the sudden change of mood.
“You know, I’ve just noticed that you look old,” Harry teased, Malfoy widened his eyes, “Excuse me? I was calming you down and this’s what I get?” Malfoy scoffed, offended. “Just to remind you, we’re the same age, so if you told me I’m old, you are so too,” he added.
“What? I’m still in my early twenties!” Harry denied. “Well, it’s you in your world, but in this, you were as old as me,” Malfoy shrugged. Harry jumps out from the bed and runs to the En-suite bathroom. He slams the door open and screech.
“There’s a wrinkle!” Harry cried out. Malfoy laughs and follows him to the bathroom, he stands beside him and checks his appearance. “I’m older than you, but look at my flawless skin,” Malfoy mocked him. Harry groans and squeezes Malfoy’s forearm so hard. “That’s not fair, I look like in my forties!” he cried.
Malfoy rolls his eyes at the exaggeration, “You’re so dramatic, you still look less than thirty-five.”
Like a bulb above his head just clicked, Harry recalls Malfoy hadn’t told him his age, “Wait. How old are we anyway?” he asked. “Thirty-four,” Malfoy answers nonchalantly.
“Well, I am less than thirty-five, then,” Harry glared.
“Don’t blame me, I always nag you to care about your skin more and isn’t it fine to look exactly like your age? Your patients sometimes told you, you still look like in your late twenties, anyways,” Malfoy said as he dragged Harry back to the bed.
“They’re just being nice, Malfoy. No twenty-something person would have a wrinkle! After I’m out of this, you will forced him to buy whatever skincare out there.”
“Right, he should go to a healer to check his skin condition too, but for now, just forget about this whole situation, okay? I’m sure we’ll find a way,” Malfoy said reassuringly. Harry smiles and hugs him, grateful someone believes his story. “Should we get the kids?” Harry offered and Malfoy nodded.
They stepped outside and walked to Lily’s room. As Malfoy opens the door, the kids almost run out on him. “Is Dada, okay?” Albus asked, eyes filled with tears. “We hear Tabby talking to Healer Thomas,” Scorpius said worriedly. Harry's heart melted at the concern, “Oh my poor kids,” he thought. He kneels and fixes Scorpius and Albus’s messy fringe.
“I’m fine, Scorp, Al, Healer Goswalt already checked it,” Harry comforted them. The boys brighten up at the answers and hug him. “We’re so glad you’re okay, Dada,” James said, and Harry chuckled. He kisses the top of their heads lovingly.
Harry and Malfoy decide to spend the rest of the morning playing in Lily’s room. In the afternoon, they had lunch in the manor's indoor garden. Malfoy tells Harry it’s indeed not Malfoy Manor, but this house is the one Malfoy chose since childhood to be his future family home. They will move to Malfoy Manor eventually, to be precise after his father retired as the lord of Malfoy.
Harry also asked how Lucius's reaction to their marriage was and to his surprise, Lucius was fine with it. Lucius told them one day at family dinner that he had a hunch it would happen someday anyway, giving Malfoy rants about a certain Potter since he was eleven. Harry laughed at Malfoy’s face when he reminisced how annoyed he was at his father for spilling out his secret.
After lunch, they played again in the drawing room, Malfoy almost lost his cool because James almost broke Narcissa's antic vase, apparently for a second time that week. His oldest rushed out to the floo to floo-call his Mamie and apologised. Narcissa just laughed and scolded Malfoy instead, telling him that he was the one at fault for leaving the vase in the drawing room where the kids could get their hands on it.
In the evening, Harry bathes the twins as Malfoy helps bathing James and Lily. They also had dinner together and this time the elves were the ones who made it. He offers to feed Lily since Malfoy already has his turn in the morning.
As the evening wears on, the kid's bedtime comes near. Harry feels honoured to be the one reading bedtime story to the twins and James while Malfoy gets Lily to sleep.
When Malfoy come back to their room, Harry is also caught stealing Malfoy’s skincare product just when he poured it into his hand. He just smiles sheepishly at the unamused blonde and still has the decency to continue his routine without an apology. Malfoy rolls his eyes as he begins his night routine. Once they made their way to bed, they almost immediately dozed off.
“Malfoy,” Harry called, and the man hummed sleepily as an answer. Harry pokes Malfoy’s chest until the blonde groans and looks at him, “What?”
“I just want to thank you for today. If you didn’t believe me or give me support, I don’t know what to do,” Harry said genuinely. Malfoy smiles and pulls Harry closer.
“Don’t mind it, you’re still Harry and I'm willing to help you just like you’re my Harry,” Malfoy said softly.
“Really, thank you for everything, not just the support, but for loving him and the kids as well, I can see from your actions and words that you really love and care for them,” Harry said. Malfoy smiles widely and kisses his forehead.
“I am your husband, I marry you in the name of love, of course, I’ll take care and love you for eternity. When I said in my vows that I love you and I’m yours forever, that means you can’t get rid of me even after death do us apart,” Malfoy smirked. They laugh together and tighten their hugs.
“I hope you can have what we have someday, Harry. You deserve it, sleep now darling,” Malfoy said with a honey tone.
Harry feels tears building in his eyes, this was so intimate, they really like a married couple. This Malfoy was so sweet to his Harry. He wonders if he can really have something like this with the Malfoy in his world. He doubts it, but Harry won’t think about that now.
Harry snuggles close and relaxes in the embrace. He can think about what to do tomorrow, now he just wants to sleep and feels loved. As he drifts out to the dreamland, Harry isn’t aware that the room is spinning around him, taking him to a dark place as he waits to be thrown into another world unconsciously.