Suki Has Gone Insane At Last

Title: Parity Transformations

Fandom: HP

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17 overall

Summary: Eleven years since he ran from Hogwarts, Draco has moved on. Now in his late twenties, Draco lives a reclusive life in a tiny village in Hampshire. Never in a million years does he expect to cross paths with Harry Potter again. But he does, and there are two, rather small and rather excitable, complications.

Beta done by amejisuto. Thank you, darling.

A/N: Compliant with all canon up to HBP so there may be spoilers for any of the first six books. As this fic is already planned out in full, it will not be compliant with book 7 and will therefore contain NO SPOILERS.


Previous Chapters: HERE





‘What do you think?’ Draco asked. He sat on Severus’s sofa, his wand in his hands and his fingers constantly moving. ‘I think it’s the only way.’

Severus placed a glass of something pungent on the coffee table. ‘Calm yourself before you do something you’ll regret.’

‘I won’t regret it. They deserve it. They all deserve it.’

‘And when others take their place, you’ll do what?’

Draco looked away, looked at the dirty and grey net curtains, the splintered windowsill, anywhere but at Severus. ‘Then I’ll do the same to them.’

‘And to the next wave of reporters after that? What happens when they dare meddle in your affairs?’

‘Look, it’s not like I asked them to hound me! It’s not like Harry asked to have his life impeded! It’s not like—’

‘It’s not like you caused great pain to a family for your own selfish needs?’

‘That’s different.’

‘How so?’

‘Because she was a whore and she had my son!’

‘You tore them apart,’ Severus said softly.

Draco gripped his wand and debated snapping it. How much force would it take? ‘I know. And I wouldn’t take it back for anything.’

‘There’s one of them left, you know?’

‘What?’

‘It’s time you stopped hiding and re-entered your world, so I checked. Draco, Kasen’s mother has been dead for the last two years. There is only a cousin left now, an unsightly man of low IQ. He is unaware of Kasen’s existence. I also took the liberty of clearing up your incredibly messy trail – how the Prophet didn’t find out before now I’ll never know. Kasen’s mother is now a Muggle from Berlin who died just after he was born. You and she dated for a year and she left no family. That is the new trail the Prophet should be following once they catch up to it. So you see, there’s no need for such extreme measures.’ Satisfied and, in Draco’s opinion, smug, Severus Snape leaned back in his chair and sipped his drink.

‘She’s dead? But … how? I didn’t kill her, Severus.’

‘I am aware of that. But don’t you see—’

‘I just see more lies. What do I tell Kasen?’

‘When he is old enough to understand your reasons, you tell him the truth. I think you owe him that.’

‘This is such a mess.’

‘A mess of your own making.’

‘What do I do?’

‘Fix it. Do what a Malfoy does best.’

Draco was outraged and he put his wand back in his pocket before he really did break it or, worse, used it. ‘I just told you what I wanted to do and you made me feel like an idiot!’

‘That was because your suggestion was idiotic. Burning the Prophet to the ground, Obliviating reporters, kidnapping, what would your father think? Is that how he would handle things? Did you not learn the first time?’

‘My father was a very bad man,’ Draco quite rightly pointed out. ‘He did terrible things.’

‘I remember. I remember he wanted great things for you. I also remember the first and only time he went too far and ended up in Azkaban. Draco, your life could have been so different. Can you imagine what would happen to Kasen if you were to be incarcerated? For his sake, please come to your senses. Be your father’s son.’


*****


Draco Apparated as close to Harry’s as he could and looked up and down the street. Sure enough, a gaggle of reporters had set up camp right down the end of the road. It would only be a matter of time before they worked out exactly where Harry’s house was supposed to be.

He locked the front door behind him and accepted a flying hug from James. ‘Why I am now covered with flour?’ Draco asked him.

James smiled a white powdery smile and shouted ‘CAKES!’

‘Oh, we’re baking, are we?’ He set James back down and followed him into the kitchen. ‘Oh my good Merlin, what is that?’

‘That,’ Harry said proudly, ‘is a Victoria Sponge. My first.’

Draco stared at the half risen, wonky cake that was falling apart as it sat on its plate like a demolished council flat. ‘And your last, yes?’

‘Don’t be mean or you won’t get any chocolate chip cakes.’

Draco had to admit, something did smell good. ‘Wonderful presentation. The plate is exquisite.’

‘We saved you the spoon,’ Kasen announced, holding out a mighty wooden spoon that was covered in cake-mix.

Draco thanked him and sat down in a pile of flour. He licked at the spoon and munched on a stray chocolate chip.

He would miss this. If it all went to shit.

‘I don’t know what to do,’ he said suddenly when the children had been sent to wash and change. ‘I don’t know what to do and I must do something. I’m afraid.’

‘Afraid? Of the future, you mean? Don’t be. We’ll work this out.’

Draco nodded slowly.

‘What did Severus have to say for himself?’ Harry asked conversationally. He gathered up the mucky bowls and spoons and headed over the sink to turn on the tap.

Draco tutted. ‘That old goat. He was as much help to me as a drowning man’s anvil.’

That made Harry smile. Harry always smiled when Draco insulted Severus.

‘I think he’s been on the Night Nurse again. He was positively brimming over with … Oh bollocks, he did actually make a lot of sense. And …’

‘And?’ Harry asked, glancing over his shoulder from the sink. His glasses were on crooked so Draco got up and straitened them. Then he told him exactly what Severus had told him about Kasen’s mother and about his own plan to literally wipe the Prophet from the face of the earth.

Stunned, Harry said nothing.

‘Do you want me to leave?’ Draco asked. ‘Because I can. I’ll go without a fuss. I wouldn’t want to upset the children.’

Harry ran both hands through his hair. ‘Just sit down and shut up for a minute. Bloody hell.’

‘I would have done it. But Severus pointed out several serious flaws in my plan.’

‘Sit down.’

‘You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?’

Harry sat next to him and took his hand. ‘You are who you are and I would never try to change that. But sometimes you can be a right clot brain. I expect certain things from you, certain behaviour because of your parents and the war and all the awful things that happened. I expect you to be rude and ruthless and really defensive. But you know that if you’d done something like that, it would have been the end for us.’

Like a scorned child, Draco nodded and bit his lip.

‘But I don’t think you would have done it anyway.’

That made Draco look up.

‘I think you told Severus your plans so that he would talk you out of them. I think you needed to get those thoughts out of your system because you feel like you have to do something but you also feel powerless. I think—’

‘All right, Jerry Springer, that’s enough!’

‘I think you want to protect your family,’ Harry finished.

‘Why do you always see the good in everyone? Why do you continue to believe in me?’

‘Because that’s who I am. And because you’re worth believing in. I always thought that.’

Draco tried not to smile. ‘Even when I dressed up as a Dementor?’

‘Well, not then.’

‘And when you saved me from Azkaban?’ he asked more seriously. ‘Why did you do that?’

‘To give you another chance. And because the wizarding world needs a Malfoy.’

Draco shook his head. ‘Sometimes I really don’t understand you.’

‘That’s because I’m complicated.’

That was an understatement. It didn’t make any sense. Harry Potter didn’t make any sense and he never really had.

But then again, nothing made sense right now. Draco could barely recognise himself. He was truly happy for the very first time, even though he was with a man he’d once hated, a man he’d once almost killed. Draco’s world was falling down around his ears, but he still had Kasen and James and Harry. He had his own family and that was all that mattered. He’d once done what was necessary to ensure Kasen’s happiness, and he somehow needed to inflict himself upon the wizarding world again in order to secure that happiness and that of his new family.

‘Hey, have you got any money?’ Harry asked.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, I’m filthy rich.’

Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Have you got any money on you? I need some change for some milk and a paper – don’t want to risk going to a cash machine.’

Draco pulled a few notes and some coins out of his pocket and held them out in his palm.

Harry plucked out a five pound note. ‘Thanks. Do you want anything?’

‘Strawberry yoghurt,’ Draco said. He stared at the money left in his hands and vaguely heard a request to check on the suspiciously quiet children.

Then Harry was gone and Draco was left sitting and staring and smiling.

He needed to be a Malfoy.

*****



His son opened his eyes and Draco was lost forever. He would do anything for this child. He’d kill for him, lie for him, burn families in their beds for him. He would protect him, love him, give him a life most children would beg for. It would be a life based on riches galore, but it would also be a life without doubts.

‘Father, Mother, I want you to meet your grandson.’

Shock registered over both their faces. ‘Grandson?’ his mother said. ‘Draco. Draco, he’s beautiful.’

‘I know. I think he looks like you, Mother.’

‘Look at that lovely blond hair. A true Malfoy.’ Narcissa smiled and reached out as far as she could, her longing to touch so obvious in her expression.

‘Father? You haven’t said anything.’

Lucius frowned his disapproval. ‘How did this happen?’ he asked.

‘I … It’s complicated.’

‘Who is the mother? Tell me you haven’t married without telling us?’

‘Of course not!’ The baby stirred and Draco shushed and rocked him gently. ‘His mother isn’t important. She’s isn’t around anymore. She served her purpose.’

‘She was Pureblood, I hope.’

‘Obviously.’

‘How did this happen, Draco?’ Lucius asked sternly.

Draco straightened and looked at his father directly for the first time since his death. ‘I needed someone. I wanted a family. I didn’t want to be alone anymore. Part of me wished I was in there with you.’

Narcissa covered her mouth with her hands. ‘No, Draco, don’t say such things. You have your whole life ahead of you.’

Draco looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms. ‘I do now.’

Lucius cleared his throat and stepped into the foreground of the painting. ‘Bring him closer then, so I can see.’

Draco obeyed, as he always did.

‘He’s a fine boy,’ Lucius said. ‘You’ve done well.’

‘It wasn’t an exam, Father!’ Draco snapped, holding his son close and backing away. ‘I can’t believe I actually thought you’d be pleased for me.’

‘I didn’t mean …! I’m sorry. Don’t take him away. I haven’t finished looking.’

Draco looked to his mother for approval. She nodded kindly at him, tears forming in her eyes. So Draco stood inches from the painting of his dead parents and let them look all they wanted.

‘Beautiful,’ Lucius whispered. ‘I wish I could touch him.’

Draco swallowed down the lump in his throat and said, ‘Would you like to name him, Father?’


*****


When Harry returned home, it was to a spotless kitchen, the children watching cartoons, and Draco writing one of his epic lists.

‘There was an owl outside,’ Harry said, waving a copy of the Prophet. ‘We should probably cancel our subscription before those lot outside notice the delivery.’

‘Probably a bit late now.’

‘Yeah. Want me to bin this copy?’

Draco narrowed his eyes at the paper, silently promising a fire and ash end for at least that one copy. ‘No, give it to me.’

MALFOY HEIR: 3 YEAR-OLD SON CAUGHT UP IN POTTER/MALFOY SCANDAL

‘They haven’t even got his age right. Scandal indeed. Take it away! I no longer wish to be in the same room as this ridiculous and sorry excuse for low class, economy bog paper. I wouldn’t even wipe your arse with it, Potter.’

Harry took the paper back and leaned over to kiss his boyfriend’s head. ‘That’s the Draco I know and adore. Welcome back. Oh I checked at the school again and the place is swarming; we’ll have to keep the kids off for—’

‘Is that owl still outside?’

Harry peered through the window. ‘Yep.’

‘Oh good, let it in for awhile, would you? I have a letter I want to send.’

Harry opened the door and the owl wandered in looking far more confused than an owl in its prime of life should. The Fidelius Charm was no friend to messenger birds.

‘Who are you writing to?’

‘My solicitor. I want to arrange an appointment. I need to move some money around, make things more secure for Kasen, see what my rights are and how much I can sue the for.’ Draco got up and fetched a sheet of parchment. ‘Change my will,’ he added when he sat back down.

‘Oh. Okay.’ Harry looked uncomfortable, which was the whole point of mentioning the will. ‘Do you want me to come with you?’

‘No. But perhaps you could take the boys to the Weasley’s for me. I expect I’ll be a while. You know how tense they get when one of us is gone for so long.’

Harry agreed, as Draco knew he would, so Draco wrote a quick letter and gave it to the owl along with several knuts. The appointment would be for tomorrow; he’d demanded it; and what a Malfoy wanted, a Malfoy got.


TBC …