Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

The rest of the day dragged on tediously, filled with nothing but glaring at each other and arguing. After almost 4 hours of debating Draco growled and slammed his hand down against the desk, quieting Harry down instantly.

"We aren't getting anywhere with this, Potter."

"Well I'm not the one making this difficult!" Harry said back defiantly.

"How do you mean? You're the one who won't listen to reason."

"But I hate Ancient runes, and Arithmancy; I'll fail those subjects!" the raven wailed.

"So taking something as useless as Care of Magical Creatures and Divination will provide you with a future?"

Harry went quiet at that; in all honesty he only wanted to take those subjects because Ron would be taking them, and even if Trelawney did send him half-mad her lesson was always good for a joke. Draco slumped back in his seat, being careful with his wings, and sighed heavily. "I don't even know why we bother; it isn't like we can stay here long…"

Now that piqued Harry's interest. "What do you mean by that?"

Draco passed him an incredulous look. "Don't you know Potter? Technically we aren't classed as 'human' anymore; we're in the same grouping as other magical creatures, and rare ones at that."

Harry was confused as he tilted his head to the side and gave Draco a searching look. "But I thought being an Origo was common…"

"Having the active gene is common, but being a fully transformed and mated pair is not so, another thing you're at fault for, Potter," the blonde grumbled, silver eyes turning to look at the unlit fireplace, and with a wave of his hand it came alight. Hmm, at least the new powers would be welcoming.

The submissive on the other hand was so caught up in what Draco had said that he didn't notice what the blonde had done. "What have I done now? I didn't know I was a submissive 'til today, and I haven't finished reading those books yet either!"

Draco gave an annoyed growl, he shouldn't be dealing with this. He was meant to be home, possibly taking a swim while the weather was nice, not stuck in this shithole! So he didn't bother answering; instead he stood up and started walking towards his room, ignoring Harry's questions, not to mention his own stupid instincts which were kicking him for distressing his mate.

Harry was not one to give up though. He grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him towards himself. "Tell me!" he demanded.

Draco sighed again, "Potter you really don't get it, do you? This whole 'transformation' thing does not happen often, only when a submissive is involved, and you're the first one born in over a century!"

"I still don't know what that means."

Draco snapped. "It means that under normal circumstances we would be in some cage being studied like an animal!"

Harry gasped and took a step back, his emerald eyes widening with disbelief. Studied? Did he hear that right? Studied like an animal? He remembered those old sci-fi TV programs that he watched when the Dursleys were out. Men and women in lab coats, watching monkeys in cages. Others kept in zoos for people's entertainment. This made him think back to the snake he rescued back before he knew he was a wizard. That poor thing had been so upset. Would he end up like that?

"No, Dumbledore wouldn't allow it!" he argued. Of course the Headmaster wouldn't, his friends wouldn't let that happen either. They would help him.

"For now, but what about after you finish off the Dark Lord, what then?"

They stared at each other in silence, one in pure shock while the other was slightly proud of his achievement of having the great Potter look like a fish (he ignored the part of him that wanted to go comfort his mate) before closing the door. Actively ending their argument.

Harry couldn't move though, he never thought about it like that. What would happen to him after the war? His friends wouldn't betray him; he knew them better than that. Malfoy was just messing with his mind. That was all this was, and nothing else… what a prick.

Still…

No, no, no, no, don't think about that, he told himself. He needed a distraction. Suddenly his stomach started to growl, demanding food. That's when he realized that he hadn't eaten anything properly in ages. Feeling self-conscious about the wings he went inside his room to gather his cloak so that he could at least drape it over him, and his map. Harry was lucky that he had smaller wings than Malfoy, at least then it didn't look like he had a hunchback when putting the cloak on, before stepping out of the room.

Making sure that he was alone in the corridor he took out his map and tapped it with his wand. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Ink spread across the paper, drawing out the layout of the school, and the names of people. The Weasely's were still gathered up in the Gryffindor common room with Professor McGonagall. Snape was in his private chambers located in the dungeons, while the Headmaster himself was in his office. Scanning over the old man's name, Draco's words came back to him.

But he shouldn't think about it! He could trust Dumbledore; the man had kept him safe on so many occasions, and he knew that he would be looked after when the war ended. Even with a Death Eater's son as his 'mate'. Ugh, even that word made him go all dizzy.

He needed food!

Quickly he followed the map 'til the corridors started becoming more recognizable; now that Harry knew were he was he easily found the large painting of the fruit bowl. His stomach started to growl again, prompting him to tickle the pear. The portrait jumped open, and he was instantly greeted by an enthusiastic elf.

"Ah Harry Potter, Sir, how can we help?!"

His stomach grumbling was the answer; the elf gave a bright toothy smile and dragged Harry inside the kitchen. It was obvious they already knew about his predicament.

"Harry Potter!" shouted a familiar voice. Harry turned to see Dobby hopping around, waving frantically to gain his attention. "Oh Harry Potter, Sir, it is true!" he said, looking at the teen in awe.

"Yeah…" Harry gave a nervous chuckle; he didn't want another reason for Dobby to start 'liking' him more. The house-elf's ears perked up and he ran towards one of the work stations; soon he returned with a full English breakfast and a glass of pumpkin juice. "Please eat Harry Potter, your babe will need it!" he said happily, leaving Harry to splutter and blush.

He guessed that it would be common knowledge; vaguely he remembered one of the books saying that an Origo dominant wouldn't stop mating 'til the submissive was pregnant since it stopped other dominants from taking his mate away from him. It only made sense now that Harry was kind of 'free' that he would technically be also with child. So far he tried not to think about 'that'. Things were already moving too quickly for him to adjust to the changes without the issue of a baby being brought into it as well.

He sighed and slumped against the seat provided; lifting the knife and fork he tucked into his breakfast, with less enthusiasm.

"…In some cage being studied like an animal…"

Harry shuddered; would that really happen? Would he be separated from all he knew after the war? What of the baby then? God, he didn't want that! Harry dropped his fork and started heaving violently. Dobby was instantly by his side shouting out instructions to the other house-elves.

His body wouldn't stop shaking, it was cold... so cold. What was happening?

Draco was writing a letter to his parents when he felt a vicious pull in his chest. At once he stormed into the lounge only to find it empty; he threw the door to Harry's room open only to find it empty as well.

Where was Potter?!

A worried growl passed through his gritted teeth as he ran out of their room and into the hallway, following the painful tug all the way towards a portrait with a fruit bowl on it.

A fucking dead-end!

He roared in anger, his instincts running out of control with worry. Where was his mate? The call pulled him here, his mate should be here!

Snarling, he punched the wall where the portrait was, focusing his magic against it. He could hear him; his mate was on the other side. Not alone, there were others with him. Were they hurting his mate? The thought itself caused him to growl like a lion. He slammed his hands against the wall again, it shook under the pressure; he punched it again, and cracks started to appear from the impact. With one last push the walls started crumbling and he broke though to the other side. House-elves panicked at the sight of the enraged dominant; they squeaked and 'eeped' in fear, scuttling around the kitchen, dropping pots and pan, and in the end causing even more confusion for Draco.

For him all that noise sounded like another threat, not that scared house-elves and the continual 'popping' in and out of places helped his senses. He snarled out in frustration and spread his wings out in warning before silver eyes spotted his mate lying on the floor, with one of those imps by his side. He bared his teeth at the house-elf, who recognized Draco as who he was and backed away slowly from his mate. Draco instantly started checking the submissive, prodding his nose against his skin. When he was satisfied that no injuries were discovered he gathered his mate in his arms and placed the smaller in his lap, before gently pressing his palm onto the marks on Harry's stomach and starting to purr.

That's how they were found later by a frazzled Dumbledore and Snape. Surrounded by a mess of a kitchen (the house-elves refused to go inside and clean up while Draco was there), the mated pair sat, with Draco shielding Harry away from their sight with his leathery wings.

"Oh dear, what happened here?" Dumbledore asked, blue eyes staring astounded into the room.

"I'm guessing that Draco managed to scare the staff…" Severus didn't have a proper answer.

Dumbledore had a put-out look; he already knew that from the poor scared house-elves. "I know that Severus, what I'm wondering is what caused this?" he said, pointing at the two Origo.

They obviously weren't fighting, so why were they just sitting together in an embrace?

"Because Potter is an idiot."

They both turned to see Draco glaring at them; obviously he was annoyed that he was stuck in this position again after this morning.

"Would you care to explain, Mister Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked as calmly as possible. What could Harry have done to cause this?

The blonde huffed. "He moved too far away, our bond reacted," he answered simply, not caring to elaborate.

"I see… when will Mister Potter awaken?"

"In a while," he replied with a heavy sigh, god he wanted his bed…

"Good, good… I hope you two will be alright soon," he said quickly, and with one last glance at the 'couple' he left with Snape in tow.

Draco on the other hand just snorted, nothing would be fine or 'alright' any time soon. Stupid Potter, making things difficult and then turning it all on its head, just to muddle it up some more. And now here he was, practically babysitting the golden boy because he didn't take into account that they couldn't be too far away from each other. Idiot. Wasn't he listening at all when Draco was explaining it all that morning? Probably ignored it to show how superior he was. Stupid Potter thinks he's so great…

Thump-thum…

Huh?

Thump-thum…

What was that sound?

Thump-thum…

A heartbeat. Mercury silver eyes looked down at his hand and the smooth of expansion of skin he was touching. He could feel the baby's heartbeat, or rather the pulse of its magic flowing through him. It was still the early stages of development, just a mass of cells and magic. But it was there, he could feel it clearly. Silver eyes glazed over as a purr vibrated through his throat. He couldn't help but cuddle his mate closer to him, and let his Origo side lavish the smaller with attention.

Stupid instincts.