A Blended Family

30

Before Ron went to work, He dropped the lot of them off at the hospital. Draco, his mom, Henry and the baby. Phoenix was asleep in the carsit that was now being held by Henry as they followed Draco through the hospital. A nurse tried to say something, about them bringing the baby, but Draco wasn't having it this time. Finally a doctor step in, and approved the infant, who was still currently sleeping.
Harry wasn't actually in the hospital room, they were told to wait, for nearly an hour before a very annoyed Harry walked into the room. He wasn't using the wheelchair, even if he felt much like death after his operation. He knew there were going to be times he wasn't going to be able to get out of bed. He be damned if he not use his own power before then, to keep on his feet. Henry, walked him back over to the bed. "I'm certain-" He started. "Let's...not start with that, okay?" Harry whispered and He let out a sigh. "Very well, get back in bed." He said.

Harry slept most of the time. Harry wasn't feeling great, not at all, and he was going to start treatment soon. He wasn't looking forward to that, not one bit. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to do that, work, take care of Draco and their boy, and not look or act like he was sick. It wasn't going to be possible and he was annoyed and upset at that fact. This shouldn't be happening.
Draco held tightly to his hand as Harry slept. Draco was so scared. Draco wasn't ready to loose Harry. He wasn't ready to be a single father of their son. Harry meant everything to Draco and they had been through so much together. He just wasn't ready.
Draco felt the kiss on his head that brought him out of his thoughts. "Hum?" He whispered. "You can stay here, Mr. Malfoy. However, you parents (the doctor assumed Henry was Mr. Malfoy's) have to leave and take the baby. He can't be here over night." Spoke the doctor, in a very understanding tone. "I rather..." Draco started to say. "I'm not even supposed to let you stay, Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry, the baby can't stay." He said. "Hermione is okay with us coming there. Phoenix will be fine and we will be back In the morning." Narcissa said softly to her son. After a pause Draco slowly nodded.

It wasn't until nearly seven that evening, Harry woke up for more then to pee. "Have...you even ate anything today?" Harry asked Draco, giving Draco's hand a kiss. "I...haven't really ate much of anything." Draco admitted. He was so stressed out. Food just wasn't important. He had dropped a couple pounds around and still wasn't feeling very hungry. Harry was hungry, and wasn't in the mood for hospital food. "There's a bigger place, two buildings over." Harry said. "I'll pick you up something, but...I'm not sure I can eat." Draco said. "Draco, you need to eat." Harry said.

Draco was standing inside the burger place. waiting. There were a few people ahead of him to place their order and Draco looked at the menu. Nothing sounded good. He wasn't hungry. He was too worried about Harry.
An elder woman spoke to him. "Who are you visiting?" She said and Draco turned. She was behind him. "My boyfriend." Draco said a bit softly. He knew the muggle world, or even his own world, wasn't always understanding of the choices he made. "I see a pacifier." She said. Draco had forgotten about his son pacifier being clipped to his shirt. "Yeah. My son's." Draco said, moving a bit. The line was moving. It kept quiet for a while until Draco walked up to the corner and placed the order. Harrys Burger and Onion rings. Draco just couldn't eat. He step to the side and waited for the food to be made. He's thoughts went back to the elder woman behind him. He had no idea why she choice to spoke to him or how she even knew he came form the hospital. Right. His visitation tag was on his shirt. Draco sighed. About five minutes later he was handed the bag of food and he headed out the door.
Draco heard foot steps before his world went black. Draco was hit over the back of the head with something.

Draco heard yelling,  but he couldn't be sure as he rolled over, or tied. He couldn't move. He had duck tape over his mouth. His wrists were cuffed together and then chained to a floor, along with his feet. Draco wasn't moving nor could he say anything.
A man opened the door to the room Draco was chained to the floor in. "Oh good. Your awake. You behave in 48 hours, you'll be returned to the hospital. Don't and you'll meet your end by a bullet." He said, before he cocked the gun.

Well, 48 hours turned into two months. To months of hell both both Draco and Harry. Draco was being abused, sexually on tape that was being sold. The men that had Draco had been taking requests, for profit. Draco had also been beat, burned and ganged raped on video, until their viewiers finally got bored with the blonde boy.
Harry? Was having to fight his illness, raise their son, work, trying to find Draco and not completely fall apart without his partner beside him.

Hermione and Ron kept Harry with them, and of course the baby, as Henry and Narcissa, who was now 36 weeks pregnant, took over. She wasn't going to slow down until her son was found.

Draco was hurting and freezing cold. It was January and they just dropped him off in the park. He just had some sweat pants on, most of the burns, bruises and healing marks shown on his very pale skin.