Tonks is dead.

Tonks is dead.

Tonks is dead.

He had failed. He'd lost someone again. Tonks, this time. Precious Tonks, and she was gone. He had just seen her, had just fought by her side. And she had been fine.  But now... Now she was gone so soon, so much sooner than she should have, sooner than last time-

Teddy.

Teddy.

Oh, god, Teddy.

Draco watched as Harry's eyes began to tear up, a couple drops falling down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw. In a moment, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. The sound that escaped after a moment wasn't a cry, a sob- It was agony. 

It felt like Draco's heart had been ripped from his chest, his own eyes stung with hints of tears. He wrapped his arms around Harry, and not a moment later Harry's knees gave out, and he clutched onto Draco's arms as the mournful wail died out. Harry sobbed, struggling to catch enough air to breathe. 

Harry's sobbing had already gotten Molly crying, and several others looked like they might be about to. The flames of the fireplace grew to roaring, a sweltering heat to those near it. Frost crept up the walls, the cold seeping into their bones.

Draco realized Harry's magic was reacting to his pain.

"Harry, Harry, listen to me." Draco said, quietly, gently, so only Harry could hear. "You need to breathe. Breathe. Like me, match me." 

Somehow, Harry heard, and he tried. He tried. He was getting more air in his lungs. Not much more.

Draco kept talking to him, in the quiet, soft tones. They jumbled together in Harry's mind, as he just tried to push away the pain. Catch it, trap it, so he could lock it away and never have to feel it again.

The others had taken notice to the fire and frost, and they had made the connection. McGonagall and Dumbledore quietly tried to counter the effect, but they had little success. It only faded as Harry slowly calmed himself. 

The pain faded until Harry was left numb. He managed to stand on his own, barely, and Draco released his hold. He didn't know what Harry was going to be willing to tell these people- about him, about them. Molly offered him a handkerchief to dry his tears, but when he just blinked, she started drying his face herself.

Draco looked around the room. Ron was awkwardly trying to comfort Hermione, Sirius was shifting his weight from foot to foot while watching Harry, Remus' gaze was flitting between Harry and Draco.

The other members of the Order were watching him. Draco stood a little straighter, and met their gaze. The primary one glaring at him was Alastor Moody. The real one, not the imposter that had turned him into a ferret.

"So. Potter. Would you care to explain yourself?" Moody asked.

"What?" Harry asked, his voice hoarse. 

"Right before school started, you were in possession of a Dark object. Now you've showed up at the Ministry with a Malfoy in tow, and you knew about the prophecy. You apparated, and you turned into a damn bird." Moody said. "The picture's not looking good for you, boy."

Draco grimaced at how bad it did sound, but Harry was getting angry.

"Alastor." Sirius snarled.

Draco caught a glimpse of orange hair peering around a doorway for a moment. The twins were listening in. He didn't know they had been brought over with Ron and Hermione.

Harry felt a pressure at his mind, and he whirled toward Snape, fury in his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare try that bullshit on me, Severus." 

The Order looked between the two in confusion. Except Dumbledore and Moody- who seemed to have either already known, or had figured it out. Ligilimency.

"I don't know what you're speaking of, Mr. Potter, but you will not call me Severus again." Snape said.

"If you try that on me again, I will throw it right back at you." Harry said.

Snape called his bluff, and Harry felt the slight push of Ligilimency. Harry's Occlumency shields were already in place, and Harry dove into Snape's mind. He dove in, already knowing where he wanted to go- the same memory that had pissed him off before. His childhood. Harry's father.

Snape stumbled back, and glared at Harry. Harry turned back to Moody, the electric eye jerking about in all directions.

"You say it's not looking good for me?" Harry asked Moody.

"Harry, you don't need to answer him." Sirius said. 

"Yes he does." Moody growled. "First of all, why's the Malfoy here?"

"Draco is with me." Harry said. "I thought I said that last night."

"So you're suddenly friends with Malfoy after years of hating him?" Moody huffed.

"It's not sudden. Maybe we both grew up a little. And maybe, he's not your enemy." Harry said. "He was fighting by your side, if you hadn't noticed."

"While disguised as one of us." Moody said. "How'd he get the polyjuice?"

"It was a glamour." Draco said. 

"Right." Moody said. "And we're sure Potter's not under the influence of something?"

"I'm not under the effects of a stupid potion." Harry said. "So, Draco's good, he's with me, yes he was disguised so Death Eaters wouldn't recognize him. Next question."

"How did you know about the prophecy?"

"I kept dreaming of the door to the Department of Mysteries. I recognized it from when I went to the trial." Harry said.

"So why did you destroy it? Did you listen to it?" Moody questioned.

"Oh, I think I heard a bit but I didn't care."

"So you just destroyed it?"

"Well, I couldn't let Voldemort get it, now could I?" Harry said. 

"How did you apparate?" 

Harry shrugged. "I knew the theory."

Several members of the Order spluttered at the response.

"And how're you an animagus?" Moody asked. "And not a stag?"

"I learned like my father and Sirius did. And the reason my form is a falcon and not a stag is because I'm not a stag. My father was. My patronus is a stag because it's my father- my family- and I get to have their protection with me, just for that moment. My animagus is a falcon because It's me." Harry said. 

"Fine. What about that Dark object?" Moody asked. 

"I really don't know what you saw that day, but you were wrong." Harry said, sticking to the lie. "There, have you quite finished trying to make me the bad guy?"

"Harry, we're just confused." Molly said.

"Very confused." Bill agreed.

Harry closed his eyes, and tried to calm down. He hated feeling the horcrux inside, affecting him like this.

"While this interrogation has been lovely, I'm quite hungry." Draco said. "Where can I get something to eat?"

"Oh! Of course dear. I'll get something for you too, Harry dear." Molly said, and ducked into the kitchen.

"So, what made you decide to join our side, Malfoy?" Bill asked.

"I've picked Harry, not you lot." Draco said.

One of the twins snorted, and several sets of eyes turned in their direction. "Fred! George! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at school!" Arthur said.

"It's a Saturday-"

"-Hermione and Ronniekins were gone-"

"-Then so was Harry and Malfoy-"

"-and when we went to ask-"

"Two house heads and Dumbledore gone-"

"What were we supposed to think?" The twins asked in unison.

Molly returned with two plates and set them down at the table for Harry and Draco before she went to join Arthur in talking to the twins. The two sat down to eat. Draco scarfed his down as quickly as he could while trying to maintain some semblance of manners. Harry pushed more food around than he ate, and he couldn't taste what did make it to his mouth.

Tonks. Teddy. Harry had lost his godson. His little boy...

Draco was a werewolf. A curse. Irreversible. 

Draco slipped his hand under the table, and reached for one of Harry's that was resting on his lap. He had barely brushed Harry's skin and Harry had already wound their fingers together. They both needed the touch, the comfort.

"So... You two became friends?" Hermione asked, her eyes rimmed red from crying.

"Yeah." Harry said. "Blaise too. He's really not so bad at all. You'd probably like him, Ron."

"Zabini?" Ron asked incredulously.

"That is who he said, yes." Draco said.

Ron scowled.

"Draco, have you been reading that book I lent you?" Remus asked, taking a seat next to him. Sirius sat on the other side of the two boys, next to Harry.

"Yes. I've already done a quick first read and am going over some parts a second time." Draco said. "Thank you."

"We still don't know how much you'll be affected. Could be as little as Bill, could be more." Remus said, with a kind smile. "We'll hope for less."

Sirius leaned in to whisper to Harry. "Remus found something about your... travels."

Harry nodded, showing he'd heard. He squeezed Draco's hand to get his attention, and then looked back to Sirius. "I could use a distraction." He said quietly.

Harry released Draco's hand, and stood up. Sirius gestured for Remus to follow him, and Harry followed Sirius. Draco followed behind Harry, which both Sirius and Remus frowned at when they realized.

"He knows." Harry said. Sirius and Remus exchanged a look before going into Sirius' room. Harry and Draco followed them in.

After Remus cast a quick privacy charm, he sighed. "So, I did some research. I found out that you're what's called an-"

"-Aevumiter." Harry and Draco said.

Remus and Sirius blinked. "Yes, that's it." Remus said. "How much do you know?"

"Well." Harry said. "I've got strong and weird magic and if I'm not killed early I could live a stupidly long time."

"We haven't been able to research it properly." Draco said. "Just what was told in the brief descriptions of magical inheritances."

"Ah. Good." Remus picked up a book. "Then this will have new information for you."

They began to devour the information in the book. Harry read until the words no longer made any sense to him. After that he just listened to the other three talk, content to hear their voices together.

"What do you think, Harry?" Remus asked at one point, and when they heard no answer, they all saw that he had nodded off.

Draco sighed. "I should get some sleep too. I didn't get much last night."

The older two both agreed.

"Should I carry him back to his room?" Sirius asked. "Or just leave him on the sofa?"

"It's okay. I'll get him. He tends to react poorly to people touching him when he's not fully conscious." Draco said.

Sirius and Remus traded looks, but Draco carefully took Harry's weight into his arms. "Would you get the doors?"

Sirius quickly did, and pulled the bed covers back so Draco could set Harry down. Draco shifted the weight just a bit too wrongly, and it pulled at his shoulder wound. Harry was jostled slightly, and he winced in his sleep.

"Teddy..." Harry mumbled.

Sirius frowned. "Teddy?"

It dawned on Draco then. "Oh no..."

"What?" Sirius asked, concern growing at Draco's paled face.

"Teddy." Draco said, finally understanding why Tonks' death was so painful. 

"Who's Teddy?"

"Harry's godson. In the future." Draco said. 

"His godson?" Sirius blinked.

Draco nodded. "Harry loved him like his own son. Teddy's parents both died in the war."

Remus frowned. "Is the boy not born yet?"

Draco swallowed bile. "No. And Nymphadora Tonks was the mother."

Sirius and Remus realized what that meant. There would be no Teddy. Harry's son was gone. 

When the two had left Draco alone with Harry, Draco wiped moisture from the corners of his eyes. There was Harry's bed, and the bed that had been stashed in here for Draco. Draco tucked himself in bed, pulling the covers up.

He wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him close, holding him safe. He wouldn't let Harry ever think he was alone.