Conception of Dreams (Epilogue)
Epilogue
“I count one, two, three, four, five toes on this little foot.” Harry wiggled one of his newborn sons’ toes. He grinned when the baby’s eyes watched him carefully.
“What about the other foot? Does he have five on that one too?”
Harry snorted and glanced up at his boyfriend as he entered the room with their other son cradled in his arms.
“I’ve counted both of his feet already, Draco, five times.”
“So count them again, you can never be too sure.” Draco grinned, a teasing light in his eyes as he lowered himself into the chair beside Harry.
The birth of their sons, Alaric Lucian and Kaiser Jamie, was problem-free and took up to fourteen hours of labour. Harry swore that it was the hardest thing he ever did, but also one of the most amazing. The sight of both of his sons had him on a high and between his own emotions and Draco’s, he’d never felt so much joy in one room.
Alaric and Kaiser were identical, right down to their small fluff of dark hair and bright blue eyes. While they had Harry’s colouring on their skin and hair, they were all Draco in the face. From their pointy chins, the roundness of their cheeks, to their pretty noses, no one could deny who their father was.
After Harry was released from St. Mungos, Draco had led Harry in a completely new direction. He had led him to a house he’d never seen before, a house that Draco claimed was now theirs. Harry had never been so happy in his life.
While they were taking a break after the birth of their beautiful children, school work still came to them thanks to Headmistress McGonagall. They also still had their exams coming up, much to Harry’s disappointed. Apparently giving birth was not a good enough reason to get out of exams. Narcissa had no problem stepping up and claiming she’d babysit her grandsons when Draco and Harry had their exams though.
Both Narcissa and Molly were doting grandmothers. Molly took on the role with ease and Harry had never been so happy. She had always been the one that he considered a mother figure growing up and he wanted her to become a grandmother figure to his children as well. He didn’t even have to ask her, she was there from the moment he entered the hospital with contractions.
The Weasleys accepted Draco and his parents into their fold and honestly, they really were one big family. It was tense at first, but soon grew loving and loud, just like a family should be.
After some long discussions, Harry and Draco decided to make Hermione and Ron the godparents of Kaiser, and Theo and Luna were those of Alaric. Harry didn’t know who was more shocked, Theo or everyone else. But Theo took the role seriously and became one of the best friends Draco and Harry could have ever asked for. He had a big role in their family’s life.
True to what everyone else told him, after the birth of their sons, Draco calmed enough that Harry could touch people and they could touch him. While there was still jealousy and possessiveness, he wasn’t as bad as when Harry was pregnant.
“What are you thinking about?” Draco asked, breaking Harry out of thought.
“How happy I am,” Harry answered with a smile.
Draco grinned. “Well, I don’t blame you. We do make some good looking children, don’t we?”
Harry nodded with a laugh. “We do.”
“You know, we could always try for another one.” While there was a teasing light in his eyes, Harry could also see that his Incubus was serious.
“Oh we will,” Harry said earnestly, “Just give it a little while first. If you didn’t notice, I just got my body back. I want to keep it this way for a short while before you knock me up again.”
Draco smirked. “Yes, you do look shaggable.”
“Oh? Did I not look shaggable when I was pregnant?” He teased.
“You know I thought you were sexy when you were pregnant. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
Harry smiled, before glancing down at Kaiser in his arms. The baby boy sucked his small fingers into his mouth, his azure eyes watching Harry curiously. He was so small in Harry’s arms, but so perfect.
Harry thoughts fell on Mrs. Winchester, who he’d thought about a lot in the last three and a half months. Whenever he asked Draco about her, he ignored the question and changed the topic. Harry had tried to ask Mundy, who he saw immediately at school, but the younger man had ignored the question as well; informing him that Draco didn’t want him talking about her.
“Draco, tell me what happened to her.”
Draco stiffened and pursed his lips. Clearly, he knew exactly what Harry wanted to know. “Harry, I don’t think-”
“Please?” Harry stared at him pleadingly. “Tell me.”
Draco sighed. He rearranged Alaric to a more comfortable position in his arms and rested back against the lounge chair. “She was taken to St. Mungos where she will stay for the rest of her life, forever in her nightmare.”
“Could she ever come out of it?”
Draco was silent for a moment, before finally nodding. “It’s possible. If she was strong enough. It would take her years though if she can at all and if that happens, I’ll just go there and put her back in the nightmare.” He turned to stare at Harry. His lips were pressed tightly together, his eyes wild with anger. “Anyone who tries to hurt my family will forever be in pain. Forever.”
Harry didn’t want to feel guilty, the woman deserved it. But none the less, he did feel something for her situation. Pity, sympathy, he really didn’t know what it was. He glanced down at Kaiser again and smiled down at the beautiful little boy.
“Thank you, Draco,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving his son.
“For what?” Draco asked.
“For giving me two beautiful children. For giving me the family I’ve always wanted. For not giving up on me.”
Draco stood and with Alaric in one hand, he held out the other to Harry.
Harry took it and rose, leaning in to kiss the man that he’d spend the rest of his life with. “I love you.”
Draco’s smile nearly broke his face. “I love you too, Potter. Hey, do you suppose mum or Molly will want to babysit, just so I can shag my boyfriend into the bed without interruptions.”
Harry laughed. “I’m sure they wouldn’t have a problem with it…”
FIN.