The Lion & The Badger

Prologue

- THE LION & THE BADGER -

PROLOGUE

It was no exaggeration to say that they were both practically paralyzed.

That barely blinked or even moved.

Both were too amazed, too entertained by watching every move, every tiny detail of the also tiny little human asleep in the arms of one of them, watching every breath by the nose that more resembled a pink little button and remembered much of his Daddy.

Yes...

Definitely nose came from his Daddy, but his dark ruffled hair covering the small head as an ink stain came from his Mommy as well the little mouth of delicate lips.

The eyes, however, were still a mystery.

When they saw them for the first time, were confused to see that they were of an indefinite color, very different from the emerald green and the bright grey they had - in accordance with the mother of one of them, that was common to occur with newborn babies and soon they would know what the real color of his eyes was.

But they didn't care – for them, he was the most beautiful, the most perfect baby in the world, from the pinky finger of his foot to the last strand of hair ruffled.

The 18-year-old alpha smiled as he caressed the small, very soft-skinned face, the tips of his fingers gently brushing the flushed cheeks, while he felt his own heart thundering with a violent joy and almost primitive paternal instinct: that little baby was his... his puppy... made by him and his seed and conceived in the womb of his beloved omega.

It was as if all the infinite love that the two had for each other had been converged and materialized in a single body in which fit in his arms... Their son.

Their Edward Diggory.

The 16-year-old omega, meanwhile, was staring at the sleeping baby in his boyfriend's arms ('No... He's my husband now...' he thought slowly as he looked at his wedding ring) with a lost look: eight months ago the life he knew had simply collapsed.

It had ceased to exist.

Over the past months, his body and mainly his life, changed at an accelerated pace to adapt to the arrival of that little being in which he didn't expect, but that now seeing him there, he could not imagine his life without.

Yes...

Harry could no longer imagine his life without his son: he loved him. He loved him so much that it felt like his heart would burst with love, a love he never imagined he could feel... At least not at that point in his life.

Not so soon...

Pregnant at 15, mother at 16, already married and mated to his first and only boyfriend, he was no longer 'Harry Potter' but 'Harry Diggory' (it would take him a long, long time to stop scratching his own signature), now with responsibilities that went far beyond ensuring that Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup or studying for Potions...

He had been through many things, but that made him afraid.

Very afraid.

He was overjoyed, overflowing with love, but trembling with fear for the uncertain future that awaited him, since from that moment on, there was no turning point.

"Harry?"

Harry turned his head in the direction of the voice that called him, seeing his alpha's handsome face staring at him with a look of understanding love.

"Hm?" he replied, feeling a lump in his throat.

Cedric smiled at him, his free hand gently holding him by the scruff and pulling him closer.

Harry closed his eyes when he felt the older boy kiss him on the forehead for long seconds and then press his cheek on the top of his head: that was one of the many ways in which Cedric expressed love and security for him.

"We'll be fine..." he said in a whisper "I promise!"

Harry gasped, feeling the tears long contained threatening to overflow at any moment: as in a flashback, he saw each time they passed since learned that he was pregnant and that (coupled with his hormones deregulated) made him unsure.

The so brave and confident Harry Potter ('No... Now I'm Harry Diggory...' he corrected himself) was now unsure and frightened.

But he had to be brave. Somehow...

"D-do you promise?" Harry asked.

Cedric turned away from him, looking into his eyes with a warm smile.

"I promise." he replied, looking at the baby in his arms "I promise you both... We'll be fine!"

Harry stood still for a few seconds and finally nodded, swallowing the tears to mentally repeat the words of his boyfriend ('Husband!' ), and turning to look at their puppy.

'Yes...' he thought as he held his son's small hand 'We will be fine...'