The Savior and the Scourge

Chapter 15

Spike stood in one of the Hospital Wing's three isolation rooms watching over his mate and his nephew. Draco had already been treated for the Kryshak demon's venom and the gashes in his chest healed. Luckily Kryshak venom was designed only to incapacitate its victim – they liked to eat their prey live; there were a lot more venomous demons than non. Voldemort had planned his attack very well and it had almost succeeded.

His small mate lay unconscious in his bed, while Draco slept peacefully. When the brunette had passed out in his arms, he'd been frantic and bolted to the Hospital Wing. It had been pure luck that his demon receded before he had burst into Poppy's domain as it had been full to bursting with hysterical and injured people, both children and adults.

Poppy had taken one look and immediately called for a specialist from Saint Mungo's – she hadn't wanted to take any chances with Harry being pregnant.

And so Madam Sheridan had appeared and given a clean bill of health, if a bit underweight, massive stress had caused the blackout but he should be perfectly fine with a good night's sleep. Of course she had advised against anymore 'excitement'.

Then Red had asked about the shield and no one had an answer. Snape had suggested Harry's wild magic may have been at work, but that was discredited by both Red and Madam Sheridan who stated that Harry's magic reserves hadn't been used by anything other than the baby all day.

They'd all been looking at each other rather stupidly until Oz had commented in his usual off-hand manner that the baby couldn't very well have protected itself... could it?

That had set everyone atwitter – including the Healer. If it were true, it would indicate a magical strength never before recorded; maybe even stronger than Merlin.

The short of it was, no one knew of a spell that created a pink, physically impenetrable shield and no one was stepping up to take credit for saving the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Bearer which would have made that person a national hero.

And now his mate was unconscious.

He could have lost all three of them tonight; his child, his mate and his nephew.

It was unacceptable.

It was unforgivable.

This Voldemort fellow was going to learn why it was a bad idea to cross William the Bloody first hand.

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Harry woke with a small groan, stretching carefully. A chuckle above him had him looking up into the loving face of his mate who was lying on his side next to the brunette, his blonde head propped up in one long-fingered hand.

"William," he murmured sleepily.

"Hello Luv, how do you feel?"

"Alright."

The vampire carded pale fingers through chestnut locks and Harry sighed contentedly. He felt completely boneless, like nothing beyond his bed could touch him. It was one of the nicest feelings he'd ever experienced and while he didn't want it to end, questions were bubbling up in his head.

"Draco?" His question was quiet, an attempt to leave the comfortable atmosphere unbroken.

William smiled gently, as if he understood, "He's fine and asleep in the bed behind you, all patched up."

It was Harry's turn to smile and sigh in relief, "Good."

William's hand moved from his hair to stroke the growing bulge in the brunette's belly.