Harry glanced from Severus to Aurora to Draco and back at Severus. Welcome to the family? 'What in the hell' didn't even come close to his current thoughts.

"I don't understand," Harry said, glancing at Severus and Aurora. "I mean, not that I don't appreciate Malfoy risking his life for me, but he has parents."

"Had," Draco quietly said. "I had parents, Potter."

Harry instantly glanced at the blond. What in the blazes did he mean 'had'? He then caught the grim looks on the adults' faces. He closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Yours are dead?" he asked quietly.

"Don't know," the blond said, shrugging. "They're missing at least. But they're likely dead."

"Draco," Severus said quietly.

"No, sir, it's a good thing if they're dead," Draco argued. "Like Mr. Sinistra said, I'd see it as a blessing if we found them dead." The blond then held his head up a little higher as he stared at Severus. "You and I both know that had Lucius thought I'd have succeeded, he'd have asked me to kill Potter just like Crabbe and Goyle's fathers asked them. With them being gone, though, I can finally put all this Death Eater crap behind me."

"I get that he's your godfather and all, but don't you have other family, Malfoy?" Harry realized that he sounded like a brat right then, but he didn't want to share Severus with him. Sharing Severus with the babies was one thing, but Malfoy, the git who made his life a hell for five years, was a totally different Hippogriff. There was just too much history between them.

"Sure," Draco said with a shrug. "I have an aunt who likely wouldn't give me the time of day because of how my family treated her, calling her a blood traitor and such. I've never met her in fact. I suppose I could see if she'd take me."

Harry then sighed. He was being stupid. Just because Draco was Lucius's son, it didn't mean that the Slytherin was a total git like his father. After all, Draco did take a bludger for him. Not many Slytherins jumped at the chance to take a bludger for the Boy-Who-Defeated-the Dark-Lord. Running a hand through his messy hair, he shook his head. He supposed if Draco could take a bludger for him, then he could at the very least try to be nice to him.

"No, it's fine," Harry grudgingly said. He then glanced towards his dad. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that his parents were missing, Severus? Or at the very least that Malfoy's going to live with us."

"I only recently learned of the Malfoys' disappearances," Severus replied. "In response to why I did not inform you of the likelihood of his living with us, I—"

"It was my fault, Harry," Aurora interrupted, waving off Severus's argument. "He likely would have told you had I not ended up in here. However, I apologize for my insensitivity when I revealed that earlier, Harry. I didn't think of how it would affect you."

"I was just being stupid," Harry replied with a sigh. He didn't mean to make her feel bad. "Who knows? Maybe Malfoy and I will be like the next Fred and George," he joked weakly. He caught the Slytherins' looks of horror instantly. "Just kidding," he said, holding up a hand.

"Maybe we should hold off on the jokes for awhile," Aurora responded, smiling softly.

"That might be wise."

"Am I going to have to share my room with him then, Severus?"

"You'll only see me during the breaks, Potter," Draco said. "Otherwise, I'm going to stay in the Slytherin dorms and going to classes."

"Yeah, but is that safe? I mean, haven't you just made yourself a, well, a target for saving me?"

"Potter, contrary to what you hear up in Gryffindor, not every Slytherin is out to kill you." He then scoffed. "Plus, Madam Pomfrey isn't releasing me until late next week. By that time, Severus should have Slytherin settled back down."

"Oh," Harry replied.

"If you're calling him 'Severus' for my benefit, Potter, don't. It doesn't bother me if I hear you call him 'Father' or whatever. You're his adopted son. I'm just his godson. So don't let me stop you."

Harry hung his head. Was it wrong that he wasn't calling Severus 'Dad' yet? Sure, it had been three months since Severus adopted him, but didn't these things take time? He then sighed. Maybe he should just call the man 'Dad' once, just to see if it felt right. Severus had told him that he could call him whatever he felt like. Snape was what he called him for five years, though. Snape the git, Snape the overgrown bat, okay, so those were from long ago before they fought Voldemort together and defeated him. However, the man wasn't just Snape anymore. No, he was Severus. Harry frowned as he realized that he was making it seem like the man was two different people: Snape and Severus.

"Harry?"

"Why can't I call you 'Dad' yet?" Harry replied, still frowning. He caught Severus's eyes narrowing on him for a moment before the man sighed softly.

"You're not ready for that step yet."

"But I will be someday, right?"

"You might," Severus agreed. "But your inability to say it right now doesn't necessarily mean something's wrong. You just haven't reached that level yet with me."

"You helped me, though. Shouldn't that be enough?"

"Maybe you're not looking for someone to help you."

"Then what am I looking for?"

"I don't know, Harry."

"You can call me by my first name. I'm not Potter anymore to you. I'm Harry. I can do the same and call you Severus, but every now and then I think or even say 'Snape' like you're the same git I knew my first year. But you're not, though. I've gotten to know you, to trust you. So why can't I just call you 'Dad' like any other kid would?"

"Because the word means something more to you than it does for the rest of us, Potter," Draco replied quietly. "It's not just a person who played a part in your creation. It's more than that to you."

"And there's nothin' wrong with that either, Harry," Orin said, clapping the young Gryffindor on the back. "It just means that you want Severus to earn that right, and I bet he'll do it, too."

"Awe, such a touching moment with all of my boys," Aurora said, laughing. Her laughter then stopped in mid-laugh as a look of confusion took over. Her smile quickly vanished before she rubbed her abdomen gently.

"Is something wrong?"

"I-I don't know."

"Are you feeling any pain, Aurora?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she briskly walked into the room, heading towards the bed. Her professional demeanor was rather calming, considering that the males in the room seemed to be very uneasy as they glanced between the witches.

"No. It doesn't hurt. It's, well, it's like, well, I don't know how to describe it." After the matron pushed her shirt up to expose her abdomen, she sharply inhaled as a hand made contact with her bare skin. "That doesn't hurt," she explained when the matron glanced at her. "Your hand's just cold." She then did her best to ignore the cold hand on her abdomen, inhaling sharply a moment later when she felt whatever it was again. Madam Pomfrey smiled at her, pulling her shirt back down a moment later.

"What you're feeling is the babies starting to move, Aurora. It's perfectly normal. You'll likely feel that now from time to time. As your pregnancy progresses, in fact, you'll start to recognize the distinct movements from them. By your third trimester, you'll be feeling thirty kicks per hour, well, sixty in your case since you're carrying twins."

"I didn't feel this last time," Aurora said softly, smiling as she focused on the feeling.

Madam Pomfrey glanced towards Severus and then to Orin before she forced a polite smile to her face. She clearly seemed uneasy now about something. She cleared her throat quietly.

"Why didn't I feel this before, Poppy?" Aurora asked quietly.

"Well, that's likely because with your first pregnancy, Aurora, we unfortunately never reached this stage. Most mothers feel their child's first movement sometime between weeks sixteen and twenty-five. First pregnancy mothers, in fact, usually feel their baby's first movement near the twenty-fifth week. You, however, were only eighteen weeks along. With second pregnancies, however, the first movements occur earlier between weeks eighteen and twenty."

Harry glanced from Severus to Orin. Both wizards were extremely quiet. However, Severus seemed to be more puzzled than Orin did. The young Gryffindor then turned back to Aurora, frowning. She was pregnant before?

"I guess we're being rather, I suppose the word would be, overly cautious, aren't we?"

"There's nothing wrong with being overly cautious, Aurora. It's better to keep running constant scans of you and the babies than to brush off something that could have been caught and prevented before it turned into something tragic. Now, while I realize you want to talk to your visitors long into the night, I'm going to have to call this visit short. You need your rest." The matron then glanced towards Draco. "And so do you, Mr. Malfoy, especially since you've been on that leg of yours this whole time."

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," the blond quietly replied.

"As for the rest of you, I expect all of you to return to your rooms immediately, so that my guests may finally rest in peace."

"Madam—"

"Severus Snape, do not take that tone with me," Madam Pomfrey interrupted, placing her hands on her hips. "It has never once worked for you before, so do not expect it to work this time." She then inhaled deeply, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him. "Well, Severus?"

"As you wish, Madam," he replied quietly, inclining his head.

Harry glanced at Aurora and sighed softly when Orin kissed the top of her head and whispered something before he walked out of the room. He then watched Severus squeeze her hand and incline his head respectfully. He didn't say a word before he moved back. Biting his bottom lip, Harry stared at her for a moment before he walked closer, wrapping his arms around her in a fierce embrace. He instantly felt her arms wrap around him in response. A wide grin took over his face when he felt her kiss the top of his head, resting her ear against it a moment later.

"Thank you, Harry," she softly whispered, releasing him then.

"We'll be back tomorrow."

"I'll hold you to it, Harry," she said with a soft laugh. Her eyes glanced up at Severus before she nodded slowly in response to something the older wizard had said with his eyes.

"Let's go, Harry, before Madam Pomfrey bans the both of us for life." The two wizards then left.