Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Drops ❯ Chapter 3: Even the cherry tree, swaying in the wind will eventually blossom ( Chapter 3 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 651 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 651 | Status: Completed
Title: Sakura DropsAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: Lucius/Harry/SeverusCategory: Drama, romance, slashrating: NC-17/RSpoilers: Most likely.Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape, Non-con, Mpreg SPOILERS!!!!!! Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
The chapter titles are translated lyrics from the song "Sakura Drops" by Hikaru Utada.
Sakura Drops
Chapter 3: Even the cherry tree, swaying in the wind will eventually blossom
Here I am, awake and in a strange place that I assume is a medical facility of some kind because of the look of it and yet it doesn't smell like one would assume a hospital or medical would smell like. It doesn't smell of bleach and disinfectant, instead it smells like citrus and cinnamon.
The smell is inviting and I can't help but feel at home here. And part of me is betting that this bed is especially homey for me. There is a plaque hanging above my head that reads "Harry Potter 2000-2006". I heard someone cry out the name Harry before I passed out which leads me to believe that it possibly might be my name. I wonder if I and this "Harry Potter" are one in the same and if so, why is there a plaque above a medical bed in a medical ward? Did I or this "Harry" person spend that much time here?
What kind of person am I? Or should I say was? How did I know all those people and more importantly, how did they all just pop out of no where like that? And why did I walk into an unknown place in my condition?
What in the world was I thinking?
Okay, if I could answer that I wouldn't be here wondering who all those people were, why they all seemed to know me and trying to figure out who fathered the children I carried for nine months. For some reason I was betting it was one if not both of the men I had seen so clearly in my mind. The raven and the dragon. Both were etched into my mind and for some reason when I closed my eyes I would see them. Not the "them" I saw hours ago, but them from a while ago smiling and laughing and with a gleam in there eyes that hadn't been there when I saw them on that hill. I wonder if they'll have that gleam in their eyes or those smiles again. If they never retrieve either it would be a sad thing. Speaking of sad....
The cry of one new born echoed through the room and not soon after another joined it. I had lay here long enough and pretended to sleep and since my children have decided to be vocal with their needs and wants then it is my duty to see that any want or need they have is fulfilled. I am sore in places I didn't know I had and yet I refuse to let any get to my children before I do. I carefully slide my legs over the edge of the bed and tug at the black boxers and green T-shirt someone had the grace to dress me in, trying to keep the boxers from riding any higher. I slowly set my feet on the cold floor and stand up a little unsteadily.
After a few steps I am sturdier and more confident as I walk past the curtains and towards the wails. I follow the sound past a few rows of beds and stop outside of the one closest to what must be the nurse’s office. I see two small wooden rocking cradles and as I get closer I see both cradles contain a small, red newborn. Each is wrapped in a baby blue swaddling blanket and I am amazed at how similar they look. Both have tuffs of downy black hair and cherubic cheeks. Their eyes are semi-opened as if their trying to adjust to the light and I can see that they don't share the same eye colors. Their similar enough in eye color, both having pale blue eyes and yet one has a hint of gray in his right eye and green in his left while the other a hint of green in his right eye and a deep dark brown left eye. Husky eyes. They reminded me of the bi-color eyes often seen in huskies. I bend over and softly speak to them, asking them what they think of this world that they fought so hard to enter and asking if they know who their father is. Both quiet down and I lean over them smiling brightly.
I saw a bottle thrust in front of my nose and I startled, and quickly turned to see that the hand holding the bottle belonged to a stern and gentle woman wearing white robes and a hat resembling one from days of old, reminding somewhat of the Nanny from Romeo and Juliet. I had had the pleasure of seeing the movie in a bustling city during one of my shoplifting trips when I still looked clean and healthy.
"Take the bottle dear. They're hungry. How about I feed one and you feed the other," she asked with a motherly tone that left no room for argument.
I nodded and took the bottle from her proffered hand, "Thank you Ma'am."
She looked taken back but she shook her head and tutted, "I am Madam Pomphrey but you may call me Poppy."
"Poppy? Isn't that a bit too personal? I mean...it seems as though everyone here knows me...and if I call you by your name then I must know you pretty well."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "How much do you remember or have you figured out?"
"Well I am taking a long shot here...but I'm betting my names Harry and if my guess is correct then I am assuming that since I woke up in a bed with a plaque above it bearing the name Harry Potter then I suppose I am none other than this 'Harry Potter'."
"You are correct. You are none other than "The Harry Potter" and you were and still seem to be the patient that has spent most of his days in my ward more than any other."
"So I am Harry Potter and I know the nurse on a first name basis...and I assume that I am not at a hospital since it doesn't smell like one. So can you tell me where I am?"
She smiled and gently lifted my green and brown eyed son to me as carefully as she could. When I had him in the correct position, supporting his head I placed the bottle in his open mouth. I watched and waited for her to answer. She busied herself pulling over a rocking chair and once it was behind me she patted it loudly saying "sit". I sat and watched as she took a wooden wand from her apron pocket and waved it saying something familiar in Latin. It sounded like "Accio". Another rocking chair appeared and she leaned over lifting my other son into her arms and sat down once again saying "accio" followed by bottle and another bottle flew into her waiting hand. She lifted the bottle and my other son saw it and immediately became fussy in anticipation of being fed. She placed the nipple in his mouth and I watched amusedly as he suckled hungrily.
"You are in a school Harry", she said suddenly and before I could answer she continued on, "Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were once a student here."
"So I could do things like you just did?"
She turned to me with an astonished look upon her face, "Not could Harry, can. You are one of the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world, if not the most powerful."
I rocked slowly and watched my son drink his formula, "I wondered about the things I could do. So I'm not some freak of nature or an escapee from some testing facility?"
"MERLIN NO! There are many wizards and witches out there and there are wizarding schools all over the world."
"I wonder if it'll all come back to me. I think little things are beginning to return."
"What types of things," she asked looking at me intently.
"There are these two men...and for some reason they seem familiar and yet I can't think of how I might know them. They seem almost out of reach for someone like me. One looks moody and morbid and he has shoulder length black hair and deep ebony eyes that look like their full of sorrow."
"Sounds like Severus Snape," she replied as she lifted my son gently and placed him against her shoulder and patted him on the back softly causing a tiny burp. I smiled and chuckled.
"And the other?"
"He reminds me of an aristocrat from days of old. He carries himself like a king and has long platinum blonde hair that flows past his shoulders. His eyes are a deep turbulent stormy gray bordering on silver."
"And that would Lucius Malfoy," she replied as she lay my son against her chest and smiled down at him.
"Why do I remember them? What were they to me?"
"They were your bonded. Your husbands if you will," she said seeing my confusion at the word bonded.
"No wonder they seemed hurt when I didn't recognize them....How did I meet them? What was our bonding like? Were we happy? And how in the hell did I get pregnant?"
"Whoah! One question at a time! I think most of these questions are best answered by those who know the answers best and that would be Lucius and Severus. And as for the last two questions...I have never seen you at your happiest until I saw you with them. The same can be said for both of them. Severus was never a social person, especially after all that happened to him and many tried and not surprisingly you were the one who brought him around. Same for Lucius. And as to the last question...wizards can conceive if it runs in their family which means that it has to be strong in your genetics. I believe your father was pure blood and thus it most likely runs strong in your blood and even more so since you wield so much power."
"I wish I had been warned of that. I could have expected twins."
She smiled widely and shook her head, "Only you my dear, only you. I believe that Severus and Lucius call it the Harry Potter theory."
"Harry Potter Theory?"
"Whatever can happen will happen if you are, know, seen or anywhere in the near vicinity of Harry Potter," said a very deep sultry masculine voice from behind us.
I turned around and saw both men that we had been speaking of.
"Severus. Lucius. Pull up a chair and join us. My arms were just beginning to tire. Would it be alright for one of them to hold your son, Harry?"
I looked up at Poppy and then over at the almost eager looks on their faces and I couldn't help but smile and nod, "I see no reason why they can't. If they are my bonded then there is a chance that one or both might be the father of one or both of my sons."
They nodded and gave me a small smile which I returned but a bit larger. I was never one to hide my emotions. I was all feelings and my feelings always showed openly in my facial and body expressions. I carefully lifted my son and did just as I had seen Poppy do and was more than a bit overjoyed at hearing his small burp. I looked up and watched as Poppy handed my other son to the man with blonde hair. He smiled and took her vacated seat. I watched the one known as Severus pace nervously watching anxiously. I felt bad and decided that I could trust him and was willing to allow him to hold my other son.
"If you would pull up a chair you can hold this one."
He immediately walked over picked up a straight backed chair and set it down beside me. He sat down and I held my son out to him and grinned at his eager expression. His arm brushed mine momentarily causing a familiar rush coarse through my body. He held him close talking softly at him.
"Have you thought of any names," asked Lucius.
"I was thinking of something old and yet appropriate, any suggestions?"
Severus looked down at the child in his arms and said softly, "Nathaniel. He is a gift of god."
I blushed and could not for the life of me figure out why.
"Nathaniel it is and what about his brother?"
"Shall we do the rhyming scheme," asked Lucius.
"It would make things simpler. As long as their not too similar. Like Brandon and Brendan."
"How about Daniel? A gift from god and one who is judged worthy by god," said Lucius smiling up at me.
I couldn't help but smile back, "Sounds good to me. We'll worry about the middle names and such later."
I sat and watched them interact and wondered if anything could seem more right. It seemed like this was how it was supposed to be, like it was etched in stone somewhere. What struck me as odd is that I had no trouble accepting that I was in a gay relationship or that I was pregnant and could get pregnant again. Why did it bother me that it didn't bother me? I watched them and suddenly I felt a small ache grow at the center of my forehead that began to grow rapidly. I raised my hands and lowered my head into them closing my eyes and just as the pain seemed to crest at its most painful a group of images flashed through my head.
I saw Lucius standing in a store with a serpent cane and glaring down at me with a look of distaste and other scenes just like that flew through my mind and then I saw Lucius standing around a kitchen table in a shabby looking place with the others I had seen, including the many red heads and I realized that this kitchen looked familiar to me and it felt familiar. It was a place I knew VERY well. A name popped into my mind.
"Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place..."
I heard someone calling my name in the distance and I watched as Lucius and those people around the table began talking about something called "The Order" and mentions of something similar called "The Order of the Phoenix" and when discussing Lucius' role I heard "spy" and "Voldemorts trusted" and then I felt the darkness claim me again.
To Be Continued.....
Long Chapter.....So far I think I like this story, which is weird considering I'm writing it. LoL A lot of you have questions and believe me, they will all be answered shortly. You've seen a bit into how Harry and Lucius met again under better circumstances in this chapter and more will be revealed next chapter.
ellelovemax85, I took your idea on the babies’ eyes and went with it. Thanks for such a cool idea. I work at an elementary school and one of the students I work with has eyes just like that. Their really beautiful. She has a right eye that's a pale silvery blue and a pretty brown one.
Well that's all for today. Til' next time~!
Kat
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
The chapter titles are translated lyrics from the song "Sakura Drops" by Hikaru Utada.
Sakura Drops
Chapter 3: Even the cherry tree, swaying in the wind will eventually blossom
Here I am, awake and in a strange place that I assume is a medical facility of some kind because of the look of it and yet it doesn't smell like one would assume a hospital or medical would smell like. It doesn't smell of bleach and disinfectant, instead it smells like citrus and cinnamon.
The smell is inviting and I can't help but feel at home here. And part of me is betting that this bed is especially homey for me. There is a plaque hanging above my head that reads "Harry Potter 2000-2006". I heard someone cry out the name Harry before I passed out which leads me to believe that it possibly might be my name. I wonder if I and this "Harry Potter" are one in the same and if so, why is there a plaque above a medical bed in a medical ward? Did I or this "Harry" person spend that much time here?
What kind of person am I? Or should I say was? How did I know all those people and more importantly, how did they all just pop out of no where like that? And why did I walk into an unknown place in my condition?
What in the world was I thinking?
Okay, if I could answer that I wouldn't be here wondering who all those people were, why they all seemed to know me and trying to figure out who fathered the children I carried for nine months. For some reason I was betting it was one if not both of the men I had seen so clearly in my mind. The raven and the dragon. Both were etched into my mind and for some reason when I closed my eyes I would see them. Not the "them" I saw hours ago, but them from a while ago smiling and laughing and with a gleam in there eyes that hadn't been there when I saw them on that hill. I wonder if they'll have that gleam in their eyes or those smiles again. If they never retrieve either it would be a sad thing. Speaking of sad....
The cry of one new born echoed through the room and not soon after another joined it. I had lay here long enough and pretended to sleep and since my children have decided to be vocal with their needs and wants then it is my duty to see that any want or need they have is fulfilled. I am sore in places I didn't know I had and yet I refuse to let any get to my children before I do. I carefully slide my legs over the edge of the bed and tug at the black boxers and green T-shirt someone had the grace to dress me in, trying to keep the boxers from riding any higher. I slowly set my feet on the cold floor and stand up a little unsteadily.
After a few steps I am sturdier and more confident as I walk past the curtains and towards the wails. I follow the sound past a few rows of beds and stop outside of the one closest to what must be the nurse’s office. I see two small wooden rocking cradles and as I get closer I see both cradles contain a small, red newborn. Each is wrapped in a baby blue swaddling blanket and I am amazed at how similar they look. Both have tuffs of downy black hair and cherubic cheeks. Their eyes are semi-opened as if their trying to adjust to the light and I can see that they don't share the same eye colors. Their similar enough in eye color, both having pale blue eyes and yet one has a hint of gray in his right eye and green in his left while the other a hint of green in his right eye and a deep dark brown left eye. Husky eyes. They reminded me of the bi-color eyes often seen in huskies. I bend over and softly speak to them, asking them what they think of this world that they fought so hard to enter and asking if they know who their father is. Both quiet down and I lean over them smiling brightly.
I saw a bottle thrust in front of my nose and I startled, and quickly turned to see that the hand holding the bottle belonged to a stern and gentle woman wearing white robes and a hat resembling one from days of old, reminding somewhat of the Nanny from Romeo and Juliet. I had had the pleasure of seeing the movie in a bustling city during one of my shoplifting trips when I still looked clean and healthy.
"Take the bottle dear. They're hungry. How about I feed one and you feed the other," she asked with a motherly tone that left no room for argument.
I nodded and took the bottle from her proffered hand, "Thank you Ma'am."
She looked taken back but she shook her head and tutted, "I am Madam Pomphrey but you may call me Poppy."
"Poppy? Isn't that a bit too personal? I mean...it seems as though everyone here knows me...and if I call you by your name then I must know you pretty well."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "How much do you remember or have you figured out?"
"Well I am taking a long shot here...but I'm betting my names Harry and if my guess is correct then I am assuming that since I woke up in a bed with a plaque above it bearing the name Harry Potter then I suppose I am none other than this 'Harry Potter'."
"You are correct. You are none other than "The Harry Potter" and you were and still seem to be the patient that has spent most of his days in my ward more than any other."
"So I am Harry Potter and I know the nurse on a first name basis...and I assume that I am not at a hospital since it doesn't smell like one. So can you tell me where I am?"
She smiled and gently lifted my green and brown eyed son to me as carefully as she could. When I had him in the correct position, supporting his head I placed the bottle in his open mouth. I watched and waited for her to answer. She busied herself pulling over a rocking chair and once it was behind me she patted it loudly saying "sit". I sat and watched as she took a wooden wand from her apron pocket and waved it saying something familiar in Latin. It sounded like "Accio". Another rocking chair appeared and she leaned over lifting my other son into her arms and sat down once again saying "accio" followed by bottle and another bottle flew into her waiting hand. She lifted the bottle and my other son saw it and immediately became fussy in anticipation of being fed. She placed the nipple in his mouth and I watched amusedly as he suckled hungrily.
"You are in a school Harry", she said suddenly and before I could answer she continued on, "Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were once a student here."
"So I could do things like you just did?"
She turned to me with an astonished look upon her face, "Not could Harry, can. You are one of the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world, if not the most powerful."
I rocked slowly and watched my son drink his formula, "I wondered about the things I could do. So I'm not some freak of nature or an escapee from some testing facility?"
"MERLIN NO! There are many wizards and witches out there and there are wizarding schools all over the world."
"I wonder if it'll all come back to me. I think little things are beginning to return."
"What types of things," she asked looking at me intently.
"There are these two men...and for some reason they seem familiar and yet I can't think of how I might know them. They seem almost out of reach for someone like me. One looks moody and morbid and he has shoulder length black hair and deep ebony eyes that look like their full of sorrow."
"Sounds like Severus Snape," she replied as she lifted my son gently and placed him against her shoulder and patted him on the back softly causing a tiny burp. I smiled and chuckled.
"And the other?"
"He reminds me of an aristocrat from days of old. He carries himself like a king and has long platinum blonde hair that flows past his shoulders. His eyes are a deep turbulent stormy gray bordering on silver."
"And that would Lucius Malfoy," she replied as she lay my son against her chest and smiled down at him.
"Why do I remember them? What were they to me?"
"They were your bonded. Your husbands if you will," she said seeing my confusion at the word bonded.
"No wonder they seemed hurt when I didn't recognize them....How did I meet them? What was our bonding like? Were we happy? And how in the hell did I get pregnant?"
"Whoah! One question at a time! I think most of these questions are best answered by those who know the answers best and that would be Lucius and Severus. And as for the last two questions...I have never seen you at your happiest until I saw you with them. The same can be said for both of them. Severus was never a social person, especially after all that happened to him and many tried and not surprisingly you were the one who brought him around. Same for Lucius. And as to the last question...wizards can conceive if it runs in their family which means that it has to be strong in your genetics. I believe your father was pure blood and thus it most likely runs strong in your blood and even more so since you wield so much power."
"I wish I had been warned of that. I could have expected twins."
She smiled widely and shook her head, "Only you my dear, only you. I believe that Severus and Lucius call it the Harry Potter theory."
"Harry Potter Theory?"
"Whatever can happen will happen if you are, know, seen or anywhere in the near vicinity of Harry Potter," said a very deep sultry masculine voice from behind us.
I turned around and saw both men that we had been speaking of.
"Severus. Lucius. Pull up a chair and join us. My arms were just beginning to tire. Would it be alright for one of them to hold your son, Harry?"
I looked up at Poppy and then over at the almost eager looks on their faces and I couldn't help but smile and nod, "I see no reason why they can't. If they are my bonded then there is a chance that one or both might be the father of one or both of my sons."
They nodded and gave me a small smile which I returned but a bit larger. I was never one to hide my emotions. I was all feelings and my feelings always showed openly in my facial and body expressions. I carefully lifted my son and did just as I had seen Poppy do and was more than a bit overjoyed at hearing his small burp. I looked up and watched as Poppy handed my other son to the man with blonde hair. He smiled and took her vacated seat. I watched the one known as Severus pace nervously watching anxiously. I felt bad and decided that I could trust him and was willing to allow him to hold my other son.
"If you would pull up a chair you can hold this one."
He immediately walked over picked up a straight backed chair and set it down beside me. He sat down and I held my son out to him and grinned at his eager expression. His arm brushed mine momentarily causing a familiar rush coarse through my body. He held him close talking softly at him.
"Have you thought of any names," asked Lucius.
"I was thinking of something old and yet appropriate, any suggestions?"
Severus looked down at the child in his arms and said softly, "Nathaniel. He is a gift of god."
I blushed and could not for the life of me figure out why.
"Nathaniel it is and what about his brother?"
"Shall we do the rhyming scheme," asked Lucius.
"It would make things simpler. As long as their not too similar. Like Brandon and Brendan."
"How about Daniel? A gift from god and one who is judged worthy by god," said Lucius smiling up at me.
I couldn't help but smile back, "Sounds good to me. We'll worry about the middle names and such later."
I sat and watched them interact and wondered if anything could seem more right. It seemed like this was how it was supposed to be, like it was etched in stone somewhere. What struck me as odd is that I had no trouble accepting that I was in a gay relationship or that I was pregnant and could get pregnant again. Why did it bother me that it didn't bother me? I watched them and suddenly I felt a small ache grow at the center of my forehead that began to grow rapidly. I raised my hands and lowered my head into them closing my eyes and just as the pain seemed to crest at its most painful a group of images flashed through my head.
I saw Lucius standing in a store with a serpent cane and glaring down at me with a look of distaste and other scenes just like that flew through my mind and then I saw Lucius standing around a kitchen table in a shabby looking place with the others I had seen, including the many red heads and I realized that this kitchen looked familiar to me and it felt familiar. It was a place I knew VERY well. A name popped into my mind.
"Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place..."
I heard someone calling my name in the distance and I watched as Lucius and those people around the table began talking about something called "The Order" and mentions of something similar called "The Order of the Phoenix" and when discussing Lucius' role I heard "spy" and "Voldemorts trusted" and then I felt the darkness claim me again.
To Be Continued.....
Long Chapter.....So far I think I like this story, which is weird considering I'm writing it. LoL A lot of you have questions and believe me, they will all be answered shortly. You've seen a bit into how Harry and Lucius met again under better circumstances in this chapter and more will be revealed next chapter.
ellelovemax85, I took your idea on the babies’ eyes and went with it. Thanks for such a cool idea. I work at an elementary school and one of the students I work with has eyes just like that. Their really beautiful. She has a right eye that's a pale silvery blue and a pretty brown one.
Well that's all for today. Til' next time~!
Kat