Withering to Death

Chapter 13

Weeks later found Harry in his older mate's rooms with Melvin. The younger wolf, although experiencing some bullying of his own, had managed to fit in pretty well with Harry and his mates. Also, over the weeks, Melvin had learned of Harry's true identity and that of his aniki as well. Surprisingly enough Melvin didn't care, as long as his new mummy was safe. Harry looked the young wolf cub over and then blinked when he felt a twitch in his abdomen.

"Mel! Feel! They kicked!" He squealed excitedly.

Melvin quickly ran over from his spot at the hearth and rubbed on his mummy's more pronounced tummy. Sure enough there came another kick.

"Why are you feeling up on your mother?" Drawled Severus, stepping into his rooms, eyebrow raised in question.

Harry twisted slightly from his position in the couch and grinned excitedly.

"Sev! The babies moved!"

Severus' eyes widened with awe and he quickly made his way to his lover, placing a semi-trembling hand to his wolf-mate's belly. Another kick had his eyes widening further.

"Where's Dragon? He should be here to feel this. And aniki too!"

Severus smiled slowly.

"Draco is currently occupied. However, I'll go and fetch him. Melvin, on the dresser is my two way mirror. Go get it please."

Melvin nodded and trotted to go get the item he was instructed to. Seconds later he returned and handed Harry the mirror. Severus kissed Harry on the forehead.

"Now you talk to To,, while I go rescue my godson from detention with a certain redhead."

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"What did that git do to my Dragon?"

Severus' grin was feral.

"Don't worry. All he did was insult you again. Draco cursed him with crotch rot."

Harry laughed and reached up to languidly kiss his lover.

"Tell Draco, when you get him, that I said thank you. For defending me and for saving the world from more Granger's and Weasley's being added to it."

Severus barked out a laugh so similar to Sirius' that for a moment Harry felt like crying, but the felling disappeared when Severus leaned into Harry and devoured his mouth.

"Just remember how much we love you, brat. I'll let him know that the babies kicked. He'll be thrilled." With that said the dour man left his rooms once more.

Melvin smiled softly. He'd grown to love his adopted pack. Having been raised in an orphanage (and multiple foster homes when not) he'd always wanted a family. And Harry and his mates took good care of him. Treated him like a member of their unit. They make wonderful parents to his new baby brothers.

"How long do you have left, mum?"

Harry tilted his head to the side in thought.

"Mum said that Werewolves normally carry cubs for about five or six months. Since they normally have a small litter. Mum said that wolves having one child meant that one or both mates had a lower probability of having children to begin with and it was only through Magic herself that they were granted children. Anyways, I have about four left."

Melvin's eyes widened.

" I am unsure if I have siblings."

Harry's eyes softened and he pulled his adopted son to his side and snuffled his cub's neck.

"We'll have Sev do a heritage potion ok?"

Melvin nodded and snuggled close as Harry returned his attention to the mirror.

"Alright lets tell aniki."

Another nod and the mirror glowed.