𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒

Chapter 35

Chapter Number/Total: 35/44
Chapter Title: Long Term

Harry appreciated that all the Weasleys had come to see the twins, but having to tell all of them what was wrong with Draco was hard. It was harder than he would've thought it would be, having to repeat it, so he was glad when he didn't have to anymore. He was glad to be alone with his children again, glad to be able to take the curtains away and see Draco. The return of peace and quiet after that hour and a half was much needed, and Narcissa didn't talk much. He laid the babies in the cot set up next to his chair and settled back, feeling very tired all of a sudden.

Just as he got settled, there was a knock at the door.

He frowned, sitting up again, but Narcissa stood.

"I'll get it, Harry," she said. "You've been awake all day." She walked across the room and opened the door.

A middle-aged witch with a clipboard stood there. "Is Mr Potter here?" she asked.

Harry sighed, hearing the woman. "I'm here," he called, moving to sit up straighter after all.

Narcissa sighed too, stepping back to let the witch in.

She glanced at Narcissa but brushed past her. She held her quill poised in one hand and squinted at Harry. "Are you the father of two boys born earlier today?"

Harry raised an eyebrow a little. "One of them," he said wearily.

She frowned. "I'm Mrs Grundy and I am in charge of birth records here at St Mungo's. I need to record information for their certificates of birth."

Harry nodded. He had been wondering when this was going to happen. "Okay," he said.

Narcissa came back from the door and sat down in her chair again.

"So, the name of the first child?" she asked, quill ready.

"Corvus Desiderio Potter-Malfoy," Harry answered, wondering how long this would take.

"Time of birth?"

Harry frowned. "I'm not sure of the exact time," he said. "Around three, I think. Maybe before then."

"Time of birth is important, Mr Potter. Surely someone who was present knows the time." She looked at Narcissa, as if she might know.

Narcissa shook her head. "I don't know, either," she said. "But his house-elf might."

"Yes," said Harry, remembering. "Kreacher would know."

"Well, I won't be able file these without complete information," Grundy huffed, "but we'll come back to that." She frowned. "We have weight and length at admittance from the medical records. The dark-haired boy is listed at 4 lbs 12 oz and the blond at 4 lbs 9 oz. Which is Corvus?"

"The black hair," Harry said, looking down at him in the cot.

"Full name of the father?" she asked.

Harry frowned again. Which father did she mean? He shrugged a little. "Harry James Potter," he said.

"And your address of residence?"

Harry pulled a face. He knew he didn't really need the Fidelius Charm anymore, but he still felt a slight twinge every time he told someone. "Twelve Grimmauld Place, London," he said.

She wrote it down without hesitation. "Mother's full name and date of birth?"

Harry sighed again. "They don't have a mother," he said. "They have two fathers."

"I don't care about your ... domestic arrangements, Mr Potter. I must record the name of the woman who gave birth to your sons," she snapped.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "There isn't one," he said. "Draco Malfoy gave birth to my sons."