(HP) When Time Isn't Enough

Epilogue

It had been on one knee. Harry had proposed to Draco on the third anniversary of Scorpius' appearance. They were twenty.

The wedding had been little more than six months afterwards. It was a simple ceremony at the Malfoy Manor with friends and family (though, Scorpius was notably missing), with Ron being Harry's best man and Theo being there for Draco. Bill and Fleur's baby girl was their flower girl.

None of Draco's distant relations had been invited. It was immediate family and friends to make it all the more intimate.

Ron and Hermione were engaged and had started to plan their own wedding. Theo had been around the block with a few dozen men and women and was still searching for 'the one'. Draco was certain he or she was out there, but his older friend was looking in all the wrong places. He was only twenty; he still had a lot of time to find what he was looking for.

Harry and Draco, however, had less time to find it. Scorpius was to be born in two year's time and they still hadn't found the woman who would give birth to their child.

Just the same, Draco hadn't yet crated the potion to allow their child to have their DNA. Scorpius had taken the journal with him, leaving him with absolutely no direction. He had managed the design for the potion that had sent Scorpius that far back in time, but that was as far as he had gotten.

But then they ran into someone who changed their lives completely.

Draco had an addiction and it was the shopping at Muggle London. He had never been there in his younger years but found it amazing. They would fly to the closest Muggle train station so that they could pretend they were Muggles for a day. And to Harry's surprise, Draco loved it. The brunette had a feeling Draco just wanted to live like Scorpius had, but it didn't matter. It brought them to what they needed to find.

The train they got on was always packed after the third stop. Anyone who came on at that point was lucky to get a seat and Harry and Draco had chosen seats close to the door.

A woman waddled into the carriage. She was no taller than Draco, but she was as round as a watermelon. She was at least seven months pregnant, but Harry suspected she was due. The woman had a suitcase rolling behind her.

Draco instantly offered her his seat, moving over so he could sit on Harry's lap. Harry had warned Draco against such displays since Muggles weren't as accepting of homosexual relationships as wizards were, but he had generally ignored him.

"Thanks," she grinned, her eyes instantly locking onto Draco's left hand. She could easily see the platinum wedding band on his fourth finger and then she saw Harry's matching one. "I swear, you're the first person to offer me a seat in three months. No one's willing to give up their spot for anyone these days."

"Some people just need a good hexing," Draco agreed before he could stop himself. He winced as Harry pinched the blonde's hip, though did the best he could to keep it out of the woman's sight.

"Bloody Muggles." That had the two wizards beaming at her. "My name's Sasha Mornington. I'm a Squib."

Draco smiled at her. "I'm Draco," he responded. "And he's Harry."

Her grin was nearly wiped off her face when she looked at them in shock. "Draco and Harry Potter?"

"Well, it's Draco Malfoy-Potter, but...ow!" Draco hissed, swatting away Harry's pinching fingers. "Yeah, that's us."

"Wow," she breathed before she started to smile again. "Well, thank you."

It took them by surprise. "For what?" Harry asked.

"For saving us all, even though you didn't know the vast majority of us and probably didn't want to."

"I think you're the first person to ever thank me. You're welcome, I guess."

She had a beautiful smile, the two realised. It faded as she groaned, running a hand over the swell of her belly. "This baby's one hell of a kicker. I've never had one this agitated before."

"How many have you had?" Draco asked. His hand clasped onto Harry's as his eyes shone down at Sasha. He was clucky and wanted his son to be in their lives already. Harry was exactly the same, though.

"This is my sixth."

"Holy shit," Harry said before he could stop himself. "Six? How do you manage that? My best friend was the second youngest in a family of seven and their place was a nightmare during Christmas."

Sasha sighed. "Fortunately, I don't see the little brats ever again after I give birth to them," she explained. "I'm a surrogate mother. This baby girl belongs to a gorgeous couple in London. She's had four miscarriages, so they got in contact with me."

The majority of her statement was lost to the two of them. Draco's eyes had instantly found Harry's.

"We're looking for the right surrogate mother, actually," Harry told her softly. "We've wanted a baby for years now. Draco's been looking in to a potion to make the baby one hundred percent ours. It takes away the DNA of the mother and replaces it with the second father."

"Well," she started, reaching for one of her bags. Draco picked it up for her and handed it over. "Here's my home phone number (she ignored Draco's groan-he hadn't yet figured out how to use the telephone). When you get it all set up, don't hesitate to give me a call. This one's due tomorrow, so I'll be up and working for another one in a little while."

Draco instantly nodded his head. Her smile alone had him convinced. And when Harry squeezed his hand, he knew his husband had agreed.