Harry didn't hear from Draco after that.

Days past and everyone adjusted.

The man was back on tour and tickets for his show were selling like hot cakes.

The dark haired man felt a twist in his gut that was all pain for all kinds of reasons. Sure he was proud of Draco. And if he was being honest with himself, he couldn't find a way to stay angry at him.

Sure the blonde left him (again), but he had told Harry that he wasn't ready this time. That he wanted to be there for the kids, but he wanted to keep making other people happy too. Harry couldn't fault him for that. He wasn't sure if he'd do the exact same thing, but he knows why Draco did.

Things were different this time. Val and Draco had left, but he had been here before. Tired and alone. He shook his head and stood up from the side of the bed. He didn't need them. He knew how to take care of his boys on his own.

He checked the time before deciding to go ahead and take a shower before fixing breakfast. The boys were at Andromeda's house like they usually were during the weeks when Harry had to work early. Things were falling back into the normal routine.

He had only been dating Valerie for a year. Not much had changed. It had been nice waking up to someone else in the bed. Learning new things about someone other than himself. Spending time getting to know each other...slowly.

He sighed again as he peeled off his clothes and tossed them into the bin. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the water before turning to stare at himself in the mirror while the room around him filled with steam. He poked at his own abdomen. He wasn't too toned, but there wasn't an ungodly amount of fat pooling around that region. He could still faintly see the stretch marks from carrying James.

That was eight years ago. Eight! And he could still remember every detail vividly as if he had just given birth the previous morning. He remembered how much press there had been. How many people stood outside of St. Mungos Pregnancy Ward with cameras and notepads full of blank of parchment and quick-quote-quills hoping to get a peek at one of the first male pregnancies of the decade.

After Harry of course, it had become quite a trend again. He insisted it wasn't a purposeful pregnancy, though that only served to make it worse once he started working at St. Mungos as a Pediatric Healer. It wasn't that he didn't like the fact that he gave people hope, he just didn't like how often they wanted to stop and talk about it.

"Oh, Healer Potter," he can still hear one father calling. "My husband and I have been trying to conceive and everyone kept turning us away because they thought the risks were too great, but after you did it- well- I just wanted to say thank you!"

Fine, it wasn't their fault that Draco had left him to go through the pregnancy alone, but they all seemed so happy about the process, because they had each other meanwhile Harry had-

He stepped into the shower mid-thought, the stream of hot water shooing the rest of it from his mind.

Work in an hour meant that the dark haired man was going to be rushing through a plate of eggs and maybe a slice of toast before flooing over to the hospital. Not to mention, it was Wednesday, which meant Teddy had soccer practice after school, which also meant the boys were coming home tonight. The shower became much less relaxing.

It wasn't long before he was stepping out again and hurrying through his breakfast.

From what he remembered of the weekend, walking into St. Mungos' Pediatric Ward was like walking into a concert hall during a performance. The waiting room was packed, there were pregnant women and men standing around the nurses station pointing and yelling and shoving and-

Harry rubbed his temple before taking a sip of his coffee and walking over to the desk. He sat his mug behind the counter and put a few wordless protective charms over it before stuffing his wand back into his lab coat. He picked up a clipboard and looked over the information.

He called back his first patient of the day. The little girl waddled over to him happily giggling and gurgling up at him with her mother close behind. He got down on her level for a moment.

"Hello, Sophia. How are you today? Feeling better than last week?" He looked up at the mom when he started directing his questions and began standing once she started answering.

"That's why we're here to see you, Healer Potter." The mother shook her head as she picked up her daughter and followed him towards an examination room. "You can see that the spots have gone away, but she's still been coughing up green fizzing bubbles."

Harry nodded as he took notes on the clipboard. He paced over to her and started scanning the little girl with a few check up spells. Almost immediately the little girl sneezed and a purple glob of snot landed on the wall behind Harry. A quick scourgify got rid of it and he chuckled.

"Sophia will be fine, Mrs. Lumonga. It seems she's gotten into some Weasley brand Bertie Bott's."

The mother sighed tiredly. Harry continued the check up as normal making sure there really wasn't anything else wrong, when the door to the exam room burst open.

"Healer Potter!"

He looked up at the frantic tone to find Francis, a new intern who was still in the "awed" stage of meeting The Harry Potter. He sighed once he saw who it was and looked back down to continue his writing.

"If it's an incident at the front desk, I'll be there in a moment, Francis." She was always nervous about something. The pediatric ward had been a mess recently.

"Uh...well...There's a child on the phone and they keep asking for you. They're crying."

He looked up again and stared at her as she continued talking. He would get it, could he finish with his patient firs-

"They said to tell you it was Teddy...it's a bear I'm guessing, but-"

Harry stood and almost pushed her out the way as he rushed to the phone.

"Teddy?"

"D-dad, we didn't mean to," cried the boy through the reciever.

"What happened?" asked the older man, already preparing himself for the worst.

"Me and James were racing outside and we ran into this bigger kid and he's like 12- he's a squib -so he's still here, but he was mad cause he knew you were our dad and he thought we did it on purpose so he pushed James and I punched him but he wouldn't fight me, he kept hitting James and- he wouldn't let him get up dad. The nurse said that we need to come to St. Mungos but the school doesn't have transportation and we're suspended so someone has to come get us."

Harry was shocked. He moved his mouth a few times before he realized no words were coming out and shut it again .

"Wait- come to St. Mungos? Why?"

"Jamesie's leg is broken and the nurse said he might have some fractured ribs but she doesn't know the spells cause she's not that advanced. And I think my wrist os sprained, but what would a sprained wrist feel like? I mean, it's swollen..."

"Where's Hermione?"

"She has the day off."

"I can't come get you- I'm with a patient." Harry ran almost every possible scenario through his mind before shaking his head. "I'm going to make a few calls and have someone come get you, okay?"

"Okay."

"And Teddy?"

"Yes, Dad," the boy spoke quietly as if he knew the trouble he was in.

"Thank you for standing up for your brother. I'm proud of you."

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hello futher muckers

wow i never update
i never have time for fucks sake

school is fucking stressful

i hate everything and everyone

i forget what day it is half the time

here's this week's update
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-- angel janeé xoxo 💋