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A/N: I was cleaning my files when I found this old fanfiction. I thought I was going to share it with you. Enjoy!

Soul mate

"You wouldn't have thought he killed He Who Must Not Be Named by himself," nurse Emily whispered to her friend.

The two girls chuckled and glanced at Harry Potter. The man was pacing in the hallway, looking panicked. He was talking to himself in a low voice, looking frequently at the door number 3.

"Girls, give the guy a break, his wife's been in there for six hours. Being a hero doesn't mean he can't angst about becoming a father." A passing nurse said.

"You're such a party-crasher Marc."

"Well, better that than being unprofessional bitches like you!"

Emily looked insulted, but neither girl answered to Mark. He left them at their gossip; he had better used if his life anyway. For all his ten years as a nurse, he has been dedicated to the patient well-being. Judgments and malicious canards weren't in his favorite activities, and it never was. It was one of the reason he loved being around newborns so much.

All the babies were set up in their little bed, and Marc went straight to one of his favorite. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born two days ago and hadn't stopped crying since. He'd calmed down a little when his father was there, but outside of the couple of hours a night he slept, Scorpius was agitated. Most nurses took little heed of the baby, the name Malfoy seem to repel them, and it made Mark bitter. He was just a baby; he shouldn't have the burden of his family's past on his shoulder so early in life.

Slowly, he took him in his arm. Scorpius glared at him with his dark grey eyes which made Mark thought of the sky before a summer storm, a storm that was going to happen soon. As he thought that, the baby began to cry. He pressed Scorpius against him and walk around, singing a song to calm him. A nurse a couple of stall away was looking at him like he was crazy, but Mark ignored her. No matter what she thought, Mark knew the newborn needed love and attention just like anyone else.

He felt bad for the kid. Only two days old, and already hated by his peers. Marc saw a lot of love in his father eyes which was reassuring. He couldn't say the same about the mother who just seemed cold to him. She had barely looked at her son and barely acknowledged him in the two days she had been here. He was a firm believer that being love by your parent was the number one priority in having a healthy baby. He just hoped his father's love would be enough.

"It's a boy, Mrs Potter. It's a boy."

Despite the sweat and the hurt, Ginny smiled. Albus was crying his lung out. James had been a relatively calm baby, if you compared him to his younger brother. Ginny didn't mind though, it means Albus was healthy. She had a long night and had difficulties keeping her eyes open. She felt asleep on the view of her son being clean by her healer.

When she was going to wake up, Harry and her little Jamie will be at her side.

Emily saw the doctor put the baby in a blanket and handed it to her. She took him with disgust. She never wanted to be in this part of the hospital, but since the director didn't let her choose...

She hated babies; all they were doing was crying and pooping. She had never seen the fun of it. Bitter, she went to the nursery as fast as she could, like she thought she would caught some weird baby-illness if she was too long with it. She walked as fast as she could.

There were a lot of cries coming from the room full of babies. When she opened the door, she saw her nemesis, Marc holding the Malfoy kid. She held the snarky comment that came easily to her, having seen in first row how mad the other nurse became when Malfoy was concern. She put the baby in his new bed, filled the files and left.

When Emily entered with the newborn, Marc was surprise to see Scorpius' sobbing calmly. For a second, he even thought he heard a giggle, but two days was too young for that. Trying to get rid of her newborn, Mary hadn't seen it, but Marc saw clearly Albus Potter's emerald eyes lock into his protégée's storming grey.

Marc felt the magic and the electricity in the air. Silence filled the nursery. It seemed to Marc that both babies glowed. He felt his knee weakening. It couldn't be right. Repressing an irrepressible laugh, he decided to test his theory. It was better not to jump to conclusion.

Slowly, he walked near Albus's bed, and he put Scorpius alongside him. In awe, Marc saw Scorpius little hand reach for Albus's. And when he tried to separate the two, both began to cry their lung out.

"Those two are soul mate!" He thought. "It's gonna be interesting."

He couldn't wait to see the look on the parents face when he was going to tell them about their son. This sure was going to be the first big test of Draco Malfoy's love for his first born.

END

Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/11440.html

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"I'm booooored." I say of my most plaintive voice.

"Louis chéri, why don't you go play outside? I think I saw Hugo going into the broom shed. You like your cousin Hugo don't you?"

That's my mommy, she always calls me chéri. It's French for sweetie ya know. She's beautiful my mommy. I want hair just like hers, all blonde and long and shiny, but Dommy says long hairs are for girl. I don't believe her, I saw pictures with daddy and he had long red hair. If he can have hair like that, I can too.

"Don't want to."

I cross my arm to show her I'm not going to go outside. It's too cold.

"Well go see if your father's need anything. He was with your Uncle Ron in the basement. You can't stay here; Granny and I are busy cooking."

In the living room, James and his friend Scorpius are doing weird things with their mouths. It's like mommy and daddy, but it's two boys and it's not really the same. It's like James is trying to swallow Scorpius whole.

"YEURKKK!"

They finally separating. It's funny because Scorpius is all red, like a tomato. "Go away, bug." James says.

Scorpius hit him behind the head, but I'm already out the door.

Grownups are so weird, trying to eat each other like that. I'll never, ever, do something that gross.

It the kitchen, mommy and granny are still cooking, and I don't want to go back to the living room.

"Where's Hugo, Mommy?"

He is my favourite cousin. He is the coolest of all, and he never mind me around.

"I already told you five minutes ago that he was outside."

When I'm about to get out, I hear granny behind me. "Don't forget you coat. And don't play behind the broom shed, it's too dangerous. You wouldn't want some of those big icicles to fall on you won't you?" And she turns to mommy. "I'm telling Arthur to get rid of those for ages—"

It's so cold outside that I'm shivering.

I run to the broom shed, but Hugo is not inside. I look around, and I finally found him. He is sitting with a book.

"Hugo," I cry, "you're sitting under the icicles!"

He raises his head. "Eh?"

"The icicles! They could fall on you and kill you!"

"Oh you're right," he tells me, "we shouldn't be here."

He gave me his hand and she is hot against mine. It's not fair he can use magic and not me.

"Come," he says, "I think Aunt Ginny is here. Maybe she can make us some hot chocolate."

"The cranberry one?"

"Of course, if you want."

"Yeah! First one inside win!"

And just like that, I am running towards the Burrow.

I was there before him, so I win. Neat isn't it?

END

Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/10797.html

When I arrive at the Burrow, I can see the smoke leaving the chimney to reach the sky, and I think about my late-Uncle Fred who's probably not so proud of me right now.

It's my first Christmas Post-Hogwarts, and the last couple of months had been nerve-wracking. I move out of the house, I had to find a first job, and my girlfriend of the last year and a half broke up with me by owl minutes before being fired from said-first job.

The economy sucks, and I'm a single jobless nineteen-year-old in despair.

When he was my age, dad was living his life and making his joke shop worked in a time of war. People didn't want to laugh for Godric's sake, and still the shop was busy like hell.

Me, however, I am seriously considering going back into living with my parents.

I'm a failure.

Granny Molly welcomes me with all the exuberance of her habits. I can't help but smile, just a little, because, well, it's granny Molly, and she is always so jovial you cannot not smile when she's there.

"Oh Roxy, you're so thin. You are sure you are eating alright?" she said, and I'm resisting telling her than I took a couple of pounds recently and was trying to lose them.

Granny is all over me, and not matter how much I love her, I'd rather much prefer being alone a little.

I notice Scorpius who's looking at me with a funny expression. I don't see James anywhere, but I'm guessing that he isn't far. Those two are tied by the lips, I swear.

I used to be like that with Lizzie too. I'm shaking my head. Why on hell am I thinking about her again? I need to get over her, damn it!

"I'm sorry, gran, but I wanted to talk to Scorpius." I say.

"Of course, of course, I'll go back to the kitchen now."

"So, you have something you want to tell me?"

"Not really."

"That's what I thought. How do you holding up?"

As of today, Scorpius is the only one who knows about the breakup-firing situation. The family knows I'm not with Lizzie anymore, and they know I don't have a job anymore, but they don't know how it happened and how it actually really affected me.

"I'll be fine."

"Roxy—"

He knows me too well, being my best friend and all. "I'm fine, really. I just need a job, fast." He open his mouth, and I just know what he is about to say, so I cut him. "No. I am NOT taking money from you."

We may be best friend and confident, but I'm still a Weasley, and he is still a Malfoy. I have too much proud for that.

"Yeah, I didn't think you would. "

He passes a arm around my shoulder, just like I did to him when he came out to me at thirteen. He was about to cry back then, but this time, I'm the one about to cry.

"We'll get through this together," he said, and I laugh, because that the same freakin' words I said.

End.

Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/10540.html

August
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Draco was pacing in the waiting room. He glance at Astoria. She was calmly sitting on a red chair.

I can't believe she is being so calm, he thought.

"Will you sit down, Draco? Worrying yourself sick is not going to help. Healer Kravitz is a powerful healer, and he knows his job well."

"But what if— What if he can't save him? You heard what the nurse said. He is not even a month old that he could die. Die, Astoria."

"I know, and I'm scared too. But there is nothing we can do."

"I won't survive losing him."

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September
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Draco reached out to touch Scorpius, but he brought back his hand fraction of second before touching him. He is still so small, and Draco is afraid that if he does touch him, he is going to break him.

The nurse smiled gently at him. She had been on the job for a long time, so she understood. She took Scorpius in her arm and put Scorpius in his arm.

"You see, no problems."

Draco doesn't listen to her at this point. Scorpius reached for Draco's chin, and Draco feel is heart swelled with something he never felt before: unconditional love.

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The End.

Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/8632.html

June
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Drago was reading in the manor's library when he heard the scream.

"ARGHHHH!"

He jumped, his book flying under one of the tables. When he arrived in his bedroom, Astoria was cramped in two, her arms circling her belly. Blood was falling between her thighs.

"Merlin!"

He took her in his arm and Dispararated them at St-Mungos.

It was not long for two healers to take charge and to bring her in a private room.

Draco stayed immobile in the hallway, unable to shack off the horror he just saw. He was paralysed by the fear of losing them.

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July part 1
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Draco was looking at the big window, but it was like he was looking into empty space. All those newborns in their little blue and pink blanket; they were babbling, innocent and unaware of the cruelty of the outside world.

His vision was blurry, and he certainly hoped no one would see him like that.

"Mister Malfoy?" a nurse asked.

He turned away from her and wiped his eyes.

"Do you want to see your son? He is in the back-nursery."

"Can I?"

"Of course."

His heart missed a beat when he saw the small boy in his incubator.

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July part 2
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Drago pressed his hand on the glass.

"Scorpius," he whispered, his voice broken.

The newborn was so small he could stand in his two hands. His heart beat and respiration were monitored, and tubes were going out of his nose.

Don't you die on me, little boy.

Sensing a presence, he opened his tinny little silver eyes. His hands, not bigger than a golf ball, moved around. One of his feet hit the glass where Draco's hands were.

Despite the tears he knew were running down his face, Draco smiled.

It was his son, his Scorpius.

He had to survive.

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Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/8239.html

March
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Draco thought that odd cravings were legends, but they weren't apparently, or he wouldn't be at Diagon Alley so early in the morning. Since the war, Draco hated being seen in public, but it was not so bad because the Alley was pretty empty.

Walking, he caught eyes with a scar he knew well. He took the newspaper that was showing a smiling Harry Potter.

"How Harry Potter overcame his childhood trauma and became the perfect father. Exclusive Interview!" was written of the cover.

Draco snorted; how ridicule that was. Still, he opened the magazine and read the article.

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April
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Draco was about to fall asleep when Astoria pocked him on the side.

"Draco, Draco."

"Nn"

"It kicked. The baby kicked."

"It's probably just gazes again."

"No, no, it really is the baby kicking. Touch!"

She grabbed his hand and put it on her round belly. She looked at him expectantly.

Draco straightened himself. "I felt her."

"Her? What makes you think it's a girl?"

"Wishful thinking I guess. A girl would have it so much easier. She wouldn't always be compared to me."

"Your past really worries you, isn't it?"

"How could it not."

She kissed him in comfort.

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May
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Draco and Astoria were getting prepared to sleep.

"You know what we should do?"

"What?"

"We should decorate the baby's room ourselves."

"Why would we do that? We'll as the house-elves to do it. Like any other family."

"Oh, come on Draco. It would be fun."

He looked at her in the eyes, and seeing that she truly wanted to do that, he caved. "Fine, I'll look into it."

She kissed him with all the passion of their first kiss and smiled the brightest smile. He laughed, and his arm tugged Astoria against him.

"I love you," he muttered.

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Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/7981.html

February
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"What do you think about Sirius or Scorpius if it is a boy?"

"Don't you think it's a little early to be choosing name? We don't know what could happen."

Astoria sounded terrified when she said: "Don't say things like that. Do you want something terrible to happen to the baby?"

"Of course, not," he cried out as if she had insulted him.

"I'm sorry, honey. It is just that you don't seem that happy about the news."

"Of course, I'm happy," he whispered while hugging her, "I'm the happiest man in the world."

Thanks Merlin he was an accomplished liar.

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Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/7753.html

January
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The official results came in the day after New Year Eve.

"Congratulations, Astoria. You're exactly four weeks and two days pregnant."

Draco saw her hand affectionately touched her flat belly. She was smilling for the first time in days. Draco could sense her happiness, and he only felt worst for not sharing the same enthusiast.

He tried to ignore her frown as he locked himself in his office. He couldn't deal with that, not now.

He just wasn't ready for this.

It was too soon.

In a moment of anger, he threw the content of his desk on the floor.

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Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/7644.html

A/N: This had been written for the The Pondering Parenthood Challenge on HPFC. There is on chapter by month of the pregnancy (plus a bonus chapter along the way!).
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The vomiting began around Christmas. The House-elf woke them up, and before Draco could have given her a good-morning kiss, she was running to the bedroom's adjacent bathroom.

Draco took his bathrobe and held her long hair out of the way.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I must have eaten something bad at the gala."

After a couple of days of that kind of morning, Draco began to worry.

"Office of Healer Theodore Nott, please," he said in the fireplace. "Theodore, you think you could come check on Astoria? I think she may be pregnant."

Please, don't be, he prayed.

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Crossposts: http://aj-horn.livejournal.com/7282.html

A/N: Hi! Here's my answer for the Next Generation goes to Hogwarts competition on the HPFC forum. "Someone aka Me" has corrected some mistakes I made, so thanks to you! Enjoy!

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Lorcan Scamander took Lysander's hand as the whistle of the Hogwarts Express blew. He forced his brother toward the train. "Faster, Lyz! We are going to be late again!"

"Stop pulling me. I can walk without your help." Lysander tried to get his hand back, but Lorcan was clutching to it like his life depended on it.

Behind them, Rolf Scamanter rolled his eyes and sighed. He was undergoing a headache since yesterday, and Lorcan's high-pitched screams weren't helping. "Boys! It's enough."

When they reached the train, Lorcan let go of Lysander's hand and ran inside. He waved his hand to his folks and yelled his goodbye, almost missing the step and falling.

Lysander stayed behind, taking all his time to hug his father. Rolf ruffled his son's dark-blond hair. "Have fun."

Then, Lysander kissed and hugged tightly his mother. They heard a second whistle, and Luna tried to get out of the embrace. Lysander refused to let go. "Mummy, I don't want to go. Don't make me."

She smiled to him. "Sweety, you will have a great time at Hogwart. And we'll write to you every day. Go, go, now, or you'll miss the train for real."

Seconds later, Lorcan was taking his hand once again and pulled him into the train. "I already got us a compartment. We'll ride with Al and Rose and the Malfoy kid. How cool is that?"

Lorcan was excited, and he almost didn't catch the tears in Lysander's chestnut eyes.

"Don't cry, lil' bro. It's not like we'll never see them again. Christmas will be there before you know it."

Embarrassed, Lysander wiped the tears off. At least he wasn't alone; he still had his brother. They were twins, so nothing could separate them, right? Not even the Sorting Hat, right? He sure hoped they would be in the same house. But you're a stupid crybaby. You're not brave like Lor. He'll probably be a Gryffindor and you'll be a poor little Hufflepuff.

He cringed, ready to cry, but Lorcan passed an arm on his shoulder and pressed them against each other. "You won't be alone. I swear on the Secret Pledges of Twins I'll always be with you. Until death do us part! "

And just like that, Lysander felt like smiling again. They entered in the compartment together, hand in hand, finger intertwined. Lor wouldn't disappoint him; everything was going to be fine.

The end

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