Author's note: This story is dedicated to Cazzylove, because it's her birthday today: happy birthday, honey!

Couple of things to know about this story: it will have seven chapters, with the seventh one being the shortest as it will have the epilogue. The other six chapters all range between 3K and 6K, because my brain hates me and never knows when to stop writing. So there.

Warnings: established relationship; doesn't follow the epilogue; slash; MPreg; descriptions of dead bodies (including babies) and wounds (if you have read 'I Heart You' you'll know what to expect). I think that's it for now

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling owns it.

I hope you'll enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter 1

Fingers lazily drew circles on his hip and he pressed himself closer with a warm smile adorning his face. A mouth trailed hot kisses across his collarbone and the owner of it raised his head, a blond eyebrow creeping up when he caught sight of the smile on the dark haired man's face.

"That smile usually means you're up to something," the blond Pureblood remarked dryly and he wrapped a leg around a thigh marked with various, red coloured love bites.

"I was just trying to imagine how our baby would look like," the dark haired man informed him and he dragged his nails lightly over the blond's back. "I sincerely hope that he or she gets your hair. At least that's manageable."

"Naturally my hair is better," Draco sniffed and then his face softened – a rare look only Harry got to see. "So you're not spooked out by the thought of carrying a baby?"

"After all the things I've seen and endured, a man carrying a baby is not that distressing or weird," Harry retorted dryly. "Makes sense actually; magic is capable of a lot of things after all."

Draco nosed his cheek and breathed out gently, making Harry shiver slightly when the warm breath caressed his neck. "Mother is going to be very excited that she will have a grandchild soon."

"She will spoil it rotten," Harry huffed, but his smile didn't diminish. There were worse ways that Narcissa could react to the news that she would have a grandchild in the near future.

After being together for four years and being married for two, they had decided that they were ready to have children of their own. After looking up the various ways to get pregnant and the precautions they had to take, they had come to the agreement that Harry would be the one to carry their child. Male pregnancies had a higher success rate if the baby was carried by a man who was magically very powerful and out of the two of them, Harry possessed the most magical power.

The thought that they would soon have a child of their own, a baby that would look like them, made Harry giddy and he couldn't help but steal another kiss from his lover.

"How did Teddy react?" Draco asked curiously and lay down next to the dark haired man; his hand absentmindedly trailing up and down over Harry's side.

Harry smiled; his own fingers playing with the feather light, blond hair. "He's very excited to become a big brother. He did ask that we should try to get a boy, because girls have cooties," he answered amused.

At the moment Teddy was having a sleepover at his grandmother's house. Most of the time he lived with Harry in the house he now shared with Draco – Grimmauld Place had been deemed too unsuitable to raise a child and full of bad memories – but occasionally he slept over at Andromeda's house. Usually when both men wanted to have some time together without fearing interruption from the eight year old boy.

They would pick him up this evening again, so that he would be in bed on time in order not to fall asleep during his lessons with his private tutor.

"Well, at least he won't be jealous; that's something," Draco murmured and then smirked. "And considering we both come from families that tend to have boys, I think he won't be disappointed."

"You know, we could still have a girl," Harry pointed out dryly. "It's not set in stone that we'll have a son."

"Not set in stone, no, but our genetics support my argument more than yours," Draco retorted with a sniff.

Harry opened his mouth to continue the argument – they may be married now, but that didn't mean he would let win the blond an argument that easily – when the sound of an incoming Floo call broke through their lighthearted conversation.

Draco groaned dismayed and let his head flop back on his rumpled pillow. "Merlin, can't they ever give us a break?" he groused, glaring at the open doorway as if it was its fault that they were being disturbed.

"At least it took them two days now," Harry remarked lightly and started fishing through their pile of hastily thrown off clothing on the ground for a pair of underwear. "That's more than last time when we were barely home for two hours."

Draco grumbled something inaudibly, but definitely unflattering for whoever had dared to disturb them on a Sunday morning and simply pulled on his trousers, forgoing his underwear.

When Harry walked towards the door after having pulled on some boxers, he was promptly hit in the face with a white shirt. "What the hell, Draco?" he spluttered, holding the garment in front of him, while he straightened his glasses. It was Draco's white, button down shirt.

"At least pull that on before you accept the Floo call, for Merlin's sake," Draco huffed.

"It's not like you're fully dressed," Harry couldn't help but point out, but at Draco's scowl, he chucked on the shirt, which draped a bit loosely around his frame.

"'S not the point," the blond muttered darkly and marched past his husband.

Harry snickered and followed his husband towards the foyer. "I thought you liked showing me off?" he asked innocently.

Draco threw him a side glance and pursed his lips. "I like showing people that you're off limits and they should be jealous that I got you," he admitted. "But that naked body is only for my eyes, and no one else's."

The dark haired wizard rolled his eyes and decided it wasn't worth the effort to retort to that particular statement.

The grim face of his best friend greeted him when he accepted the Floo call.

"Ron, what's the matter?" Harry asked bemused.

"We have a new case," Ron announced gloomily. "Kingsley asks that we go to the scene immediately."

"What kind of scene?" Harry inquired, frowning.

"A man was found murdered near Knightsbridge this morning," Ron explained with a grimace.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "That doesn't explain why we all have to go."

Silently Harry agreed with the blond; usually for a murder two Aurors were enough. With the 'we' Ron was implying that they had to go with five Aurors.

"Kingsley thinks there's a serial killer on the loose," the red haired man replied gruffly. "He'll explain more when you get there. The coordinates should have appeared on your desk by now."

The fire turned from green to red and gold again when Ron disappeared.

"Well, that was incredibly informative," Draco grunted and rose up, stretching his arms.

"Guess we'll have no choice," Harry sighed and stood up. He could only hope that they would be home on time to pick up Teddy.

They Apparated to Knightsbridge, where they found a large tent erected right behind a large pub. Wards around the perimeter assured that no Muggles would see them or even stumble onto the murder scene.

Kingsley greeted them with a tight smile when they walked into the tent, their red robes trailing behind them. Ron and two other Aurors were already conversing with each other quietly near the middle of the tent. Harry thought that the strawberry blonde woman was called Abigail Windforth and the short, stout man Baldwin Enger. Both had been working as an Auror for two years already before Draco and Harry joined the ranks. Until today, they hadn't had any missions together. Something told Harry that that would change today.

"Thank you for coming on such a short notice," Kingsley murmured. His face was drawn with fatigue and apprehension and a deep frown was etched into his forehead.

"Sure, what happened? Ron says you think there's a serial killer on the loose?" Harry questioned curiously. Next to him Draco was looking around the tent with sharp eyes.

"At first Aurors Windforth and Enger thought it was merely a coincidence, but after six months and a body count of three, this victim making it four, they decided that the circumstances are too identical to be coincidental," Kingsley replied and he opened a file he had kept wedged between his arm and side. "The victims are all men and they have all been killed in the same manner." He handed the papers over to Harry.

"They were all pregnant?" Harry raised an eyebrow at the information Abigail and Baldwin had gathered thus far. He felt Draco bending his head towards him and moved the papers, so that the blond could read them as well.

All victims had been six or seven months pregnant and they had all been found with their stomachs sliced open, their babies ripped out of their bodies. While the men died from blood loss and shock, their babies were placed in their arms where they died as well, because they were too underdeveloped to survive without the proper care.

"Dear Merlin," Draco breathed out and he flicked through the papers, looking at the pictures of the victims.

Harry, who felt slightly nauseous at the pictures of the bodies, turned his head away and looked at their head of the Auror department.

"Is there anything else that links the victims, aside from their pregnancies?" he asked and he clenched his hand. He had worked on murder cases before – two of them even involving serial killers – but when it involved children, whether they were unborn or already born, the cases always hit him that much harder. It wasn't the first time that he stumbled home after finally catching the murderer to hug his godson tightly against his chest. The boy never questioned those moments, thankfully, but only allowed his godfather to hold him as long as he needed.

"So far no other links. They seem to have been picked out randomly, which is why it took the two Aurors so long to make the connection," Kingsley sighed and then gestured behind him. "The victim is still there; we were waiting for you two to arrive before we take him to the pathologist. This case takes precedence over all others, understood?" His piercing, dark eyes looked at the couple sternly until they nodded solemnly. "I want whoever is responsible for these gruesome murders to be put behind bars before they make another victim."

"Understood, sir," Harry murmured and Draco inclined his head.

As soon as they were dismissed, they made their way over to the three other Aurors, who were huddled in front of the body.

Ron glanced at them when they appeared next to him. "It's not a nice sight," he warned them softly and grimaced; a look of disgust flitting over his face.

Emerald green eyes widened when they caught sight of the mutilated body and he heard Draco curse softly.

Slowly Harry bent down until he was crouching next to the body and his eyes wandered over the dead man, trying to locate anything that could give them clues concerning the killer's identity.

The victim was still a young man; he could have been barely twenty-two and his caramel brown hair obstructed half his face. A blank, deep blue eye peeked out from between the thick strands of wavy hair. His stomach had been sliced open horizontally; his intestines were spilling out from the gaping wound and his blood had formed a large puddle around him, mixed with some other fluids. In his arms, awkwardly crossed across his chest, a bloody, slime covered, small baby laid curled up; its eyes were closed and it had its small fist pressed against its mouth. It was a macabre presentation of how the man would have looked like if he had held his baby after the birth.

The stench was nearly unbearable and Harry covered his nose and mouth, forcing himself to look through the clothes, checking the pockets.

"I have something," Draco announced gruffly and he made a scrap of paper levitate in the air; his face almost disturbingly blank.

"There's something written on it," Abigail murmured; her deep set eyes studying the paper hesitatingly.

Baldwin read the text out loud, with disgust ringing through his voice. "I will continue until the world has been cleansed from the unnatural freaks."

"Someone with a grudge?" Ron frowned, putting the paper in an envelope.

"A grudge is an understatement, Weasley," Draco grunted and he rose up, putting his wand away.

"Where is he?! I want to see him! I'm his boyfriend, damn it!"

The panicked, distraught voice made them whip their heads around and they simultaneously winced when they saw a brown haired, broad shouldered man being held back by Kingsley; his eyes, filled with sheer panic and worry, trained at their small group.

"Who's going to tell him the news?" Harry muttered and stood up.

Baldwin grimaced. "I'll inform him," he sighed and walked over to the distressed man.

Harry turned to address Abigail. "I assume the reports of the witnesses are back at the office?" He didn't envy Baldwin for informing the man that his boyfriend and unborn child had been murdered; informing family that their loved ones would never return to them was one of the hardest parts of his job.

"Yes, both written and in Pensive form," she answered, brushing a wayward strand of her hair out of her face. "We've gathered testimonies of both the witnesses and everyone close to the deceased."

"Has there been any arrests so far?" Draco inquired, patting the dirt off of his trousers.

"No, there are no suspects either," she grimaced. "Everyone turned out to have a solid alibi."

Grey eyes caught green ones and Harry nodded in answer to the unspoken question. "If you don't mind, Draco and I want to look through those reports again."

She shrugged, waving her hand weakly. "Be my guest. Maybe you two will be able to find a clue. Merlin knows Baldwin and I haven't managed that yet," she spoke bitterly, as she threw a forlorn look at the body of the young man.

"I'll stay here and ask around to see if anyone witnesses something last night," Ron announced, clapping Harry's shoulder. "I'll see you back at the office, mate."

The pathologist passed them on their way out of the tent; Kingsley had managed to make the partner of the deceased sit down on the other side of the tent. The older man was gently talking to the distraught man, offering him a cup of tea.

"That is something I hope never to experience," Draco murmured, brushing the back of his hand against Harry's.

The dark haired Auror smiled wryly. "I think that's something we all hope never to experience."

It was their job now to make sure that no other partners of pregnant men would have to experience what that man was going through right now.

"How come nobody has ever noticed something out of the ordinary?" Draco asked frustrated and slammed down the file on his desk.

For four hours they had been pouring through the testimonies and looking at Pensive memories, trying to discover more links between the victims than pregnancy only. So far all deaths appeared to be completely random; the only link between the men being the fact that they were either six or seven months pregnant at the time they were killed.

"Maybe the victims knew their killer and therefore nobody thought it was strange to see them leaving with that person?" Harry suggested, studying the file of the second man. He had been found in his own house, on the bottom of the staircase. He appeared to have been pushed from the top of the stairs and then had his stomach cut open and the baby removed. His husband had been a suspect for a couple of weeks until Veritaserum had proven that the man was innocent.

"Are we talking about four different killers then, who somehow all use the same modus operandi?" Draco sounded dubious. "Or one killer who somehow knows all four victims, despite no link existing between them?"

"Four different killers seems too farfetched," Harry murmured, placing the file in front of him on his desk. "Not to mention that the note clearly said 'I'. Not 'we'."

"They could have lied in the note to throw us off," Draco remarked, but his tone suggested that he didn't believe that either.

"No, I think we're dealing with one killer here," the dark haired wizard mused, tapping a finger on the file contemplatively. "The problem is trying to find out how this killer knew all the victims, even though these men never met each other."

A knock on the door of their office broke them out of their concentration. Ron poked his head from behind the door, looking quite tired.

"Spoke to everyone in that neighbourhood, who could have seen something happen," he said and entered the room, carrying a thin stack of papers. "Practically all of their testimonies are useless." He snorted harshly and placed the stack on Harry's desk.

"Practically all?" Draco repeated and raised an eyebrow. "What about the others?"

"One woman claims that she saw our victim passing by her house with another person last night at eight," Ron answered, his lips pursed. "She didn't get a good look at that person, because they were wearing a long cloak."

"So we still have nothing," Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead. When his eyes fell on the small clock on the windowsill, he cursed loudly. "Shit! I have to pick up Teddy!"

"Go on; there's not much you can do today," Ron told him, raking a hand through his hair. It was getting quite long, almost covering his eyes. "I'm planning on going home as well. Hermione just got back from her trip to Spain."

"Tell her I'll visit you soon," Harry smiled and he gathered all files together, depositing them in the box they had been stored in.

Draco followed his example and as soon as the boxes were locked up in their drawers and they had pulled on their coats, they made their way downstairs to use the Floo system.

"I don't like saying this, but it looks like this case will take a while," Draco murmured darkly, waving a hand absentmindedly at Millicent, who was making her way up to one of the higher levels.

"I really hope not, but I'm afraid you're right," Harry grimaced and their footsteps were loud in the otherwise relatively deserted hallway.

The lift took them downstairs and a couple of memos flew idly above their heads, waiting for the right floor to fly out of the lift to reach their intended target.

Right before Harry threw the Floo powder in the fireplace, Draco touched his elbow lightly.

"We'll need to discuss something once we are home and Teddy is in his room," he murmured; his grey eyes unnaturally bright.

Harry nodded resigned; already having an inkling as to what that particular conversation would entail.

"Can we go flying tomorrow, after my lessons are done?" Teddy asked; his hair switched rapidly from mouse brown to midnight black and his eyes turned from light brown to an unnatural bright blue colour.

Harry smiled strained, while he directed the third dirty plate into the sink. The sponge started scrubbing it while the second plate was being dried.

"Sure, one of us can take you out flying for a couple of hours," he agreed and he and Draco shared a quick look.

Teddy had always been a very perceptive boy and this time it was no different. "Do you and Uncle Draco have a new case?" he questioned apprehensively. His hands were wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate milk.

Draco smirked and tapped him quickly on his nose, making the young boy wrinkle it. "Yes, but one of us can take some time off tomorrow," he reassured him.

Teddy eyed the blond man warily, but nodded with a small smile.

"Do you still have homework to do?" Harry turned around to face his godson, raising an eyebrow at the decidedly guilty look crossing over the young boy's face. "Yes, thought so. Go on, finish it now. You know he won't be happy if you haven't finished all your homework," he chided him gently.

Teddy grumbled, looking put out, but acquiesced quickly and taking his cup with him, he left the room to face the daunting challenge of finishing his homework.

As soon as the last plate was put away and a Privacy screen was cast at the door, Harry sat down at the kitchen table, facing Draco.

"You said you wanted to talk?" he reminded the blond softly.

"Yes," Draco sighed and a frown marred his forehead. He reached out with his hand, covering Harry's. Harry let him turn over his hand, so that their fingers could entwine. "I know we talked about you taking the fertility potion soon, but maybe it's best to wait for a while longer."

"Because of the case, right?" Harry smiled sourly and nodded; disappointment welling up inside of him. "I understand."

Really he did, but it hurt somewhat that they had to put their children's wish on hold, all because of some lunatic who decided to go on a killing spree.

Slender fingers pressed underneath his chin, tilting up his head, so that he was forced to look straight into concerned, silver grey eyes. "Hey, you know I really want children with you, right? If we didn't have that case now, I would ask you to take that potion right now, so that we could put it to good use."

"I know, Draco, and I understand. It's just … I hate that we have to put this on hold," Harry admitted and he rubbed Draco's palm with his thumb. "Guess we just have to make sure we catch that bastard quickly, huh?"

"Yeah, the sooner the better," Draco agreed and leant over the table to kiss Harry softly.

AN2: I hope you find it interesting enough to continue reading :) I'm still debating whether I'll be updating weekly or bi weekly. Should any one of you spot a mistake, please point it out to me, so that I can fix it.

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Until the next chapter!

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Melissa

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