Chapter five

Harry smile as Drogo kissed his cheek wrapping his arms around him from behind. He leant back into his husband's chest and carried on staring up at the castle lit by moonlight, hundreds of tiny yellow lights glittering through the dark where the candles were still lit.

*This was the first place where I kind of had a home you know?* Harry said softly. Drogo's arms tightened around him and Harry reached down to link their fingers together as he knew he was thinking about the Dursleys.

To say that that conversation had not gone down well would be an understatement, Drogo had been like a bear with a sore head protecting its territory for weeks, snarling and snapping at anyone that so much tried to look at Harry. The young man was also ignoring the fact that he had a fairly good idea where Drogo, Rakharo, Jorah, Malakho, Irri and Jhiqui had snook away to this afternoon while Aggo and Pono distracted him with the guiltiest smiles he had ever seen, causing him to roll his eyes and just play dumb.

*I thought that I would never love anywhere like this,* Harry sighed resting his head on the crook of Drogo's neck still staring up at the castle.

*And now?* Drogo asked but they knew that the question was more rhetorical than anything else.

*I never want to step foot back here,* Harry smiled.

*It is odd, being here, where you came from,* Drogo admitted also looking up at the castle.

*Perhaps it is appropriate being here,* Harry hummed thoughtfully, grinning as he felt Drogo's eyes turn onto his confused.

*Appropriate?*

*Well yes, this is where I began my life in the wizarding world, this is where I was told about you, I suppose that it is right that we start our new life as a family together here as well,* Harry said calmly.

*We are already a family, we have been since we bonded nearly two years ago, it took us a little while to settle into it I admit,* Drogo chuckled.

*A family of two maybe, but now, a family of three,* Harry smiled and moved the hand in his down to rest over his stomach. He watched amused as Drogo blinked stunned, growing realisation in his eyes.

*You mean...*

*While you were out this afternoon I went to see Hirri to get checked over, I was feeling different my magic was feeling different since yesterday. I was a little worried that it was something to do with the curse I took. Instead she told me that it was my magic forming protections around the baby,* Harry grinned before laughing as Drogo scooped him into his arms and spun him around.

*A child! You are...you are pregnant! This is...I love you,* Drogo stammered before allowing Harry to tug him into a firm kiss that said everything between them instead.

*Our baby,* Harry beamed happily at him.

*You have made me the happiest man,* Drogo smiled, fully and completely in a way that Harry had only been privileged to see twice. Running his fingers over Drogo's forehead and down his cheek he smiled contentedly back.

*And you have made me the happiest I have ever been in my life, in a way I had never thought I could have. I love you, with all my heart and my soul,* He swore.

*Harry,* Drogo breathed out resting their foreheads together gently.

*Lets go home,* Harry said contentedly.

'Potter,' The call had Harry turning before smiling when he saw the three figures standing on the outside of the wards.

'I wondered when you would show up, you were nearly late,'' He grinned motioning them inside.

'You're leaving,' Snape sighed looking around the rapidly packing camp.

'As are you,' Harry grinned knowingly.

'Your Dothrakquill, Jorah gave me the coordinates of that place you were talking about, I thought I would check it out,' Snape nodded.

'Close, Dothrakhqoyi,' Harry corrected. 'Dumbledore know you're leaving?'

'No, and he won't until I am gone. I have of course left him a few leaving gifts,' Snape smirked before bowing his head as Drogo walked up behind Harry.

'What sort of presents?' Harry asked eagerly, knowing that smirk could mean nothing good for the Old Crow.

'Enough information sent to the Prophet to ensure that carefully crafted image of his will be destroyed forever, the truth about your marriage and the things that he has done to you. You are the savoir, and he will be the man that sold you and sent you away. He should have known better than to keep a spy so close in his confidence,' Snape smirked darkly.

'Thank you,' Harry smiled reaching forwards to hug the surprised man.

'You're welcome,' Snape slowly wrapped his arms around Harry, before hugging him tightly. 'You could have been mines you know,' He admitted softly.

'You and Mum?' Harry asked pulling back to look at him shocked.

'We had a time where there was a chance that our love for each other could have become more than platonic, for me it did, but I ruined any hopes of her thinking of me as anything more. And your father was there at the right time, I could never accept that she loved him and not me,' Snape closed his eyes at the old pain, only to open them when Harry touched his cheek gently.

'You have let the past control you too much, those chains have loosened for the moment. Let them go, live life, fall in love, find happiness, but let go,' Harry advised softly.

'You make a fine Consort,' Snape smiled a little shakily.

'We will be visiting, so I expect you to do as I say, if you do not I will be very displeased!' Harry scolded teasingly.

'Yes Khaleesi,' Snape bowed deeply, stunning Harry so much that even Drogo's booming laughter was added to the others at the expression on his face.

'Well Little brother I guess it is...'

'Time to let you go again,' Fred and George smiled stepping over to him, but their eyes were sad in a way that he had never seen before.

'Only for a little while, when you're ready for a vacation away from the shop I expect your owl! We'll let you know where we are so you can meet us!' Harry said firmly throwing his arms around both of them in a tight hug.

'You want us to...'

'Of course, I want your nephew or niece to know their uncles,' Harry grinned as they gawped at him.

'Your...bloody hell Harry!' George spluttered while Fred just gawped at him.

'Shush, we're keeping it quiet for now,' Harry smiled kissing both their cheeks. 'We'll see you real soon,'

'You can bet your life on it now!'

'We had better put our heads together to come with something worthy of a price or princess,'

*Are you ready?* Drogo asked softly touching Harry's back, some of the camp already apparating out.

*Definitely,* Harry grinned.

'Harry!' The shout had him groaning as he watched Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron and Hermione racing towards them only to bounce slightly off of the wards. They were all a little beaten and scratched as everyone else was from the battle, McGonagall's arm in a sling. Dumbledore however was looking apoplectic.

'Have you come to see us off?' Harry asked calmly.

'You can't just leave!' Dumbledore spat out.

'I believe I can, we have settled our debts to you, my husband has paid the price agreed when you sold me. We are now free from you forever,'

'You were meant to want to stay!' Dumbledore screamed before wincing.

'Ah you thought poor abused Harry would come crawling back, more beaten and trod down, begging you for rescue. I'm sorry Dumbledore but you miscalculated on that one, you should have picked a less honourable man to marry me to. How does it feel to know that in trying to beat me down more you gave me true happiness and love? That you gave me freedom and a future I had never hoped for here?' Harry laughed.

'I won't allow you just to leave!' Dumbledore drew his wand.

'You made your choices and now you have to live up to the consequences of them. You signed away all your rights when you sold me. I'm leaving, and will never, ever have to see you again,' Harry smirked stepping back and moving to the centre of the camp.

*Did you just call me honourable!* Drogo grimaced distracting Harry from the shouting coming from the four at the wards.

*I'm sorry my love but it's true,* Harry laughed as he stepped into place between Jorah and Drogo ready to apparate. The last thing he saw was Fred, George and Severus' amused faces while Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hermione and Ron bounced themselves off the wards trying to break in. And then he was gone forever.

Extra

Harry was miserable, completely and utterly miserable. His ankles were throbbing, his back was aching, and his temper was set to a low sizzle in the heat of the sun.

Jorah, Rakharo and the others were all riding around him in a terrified silence, only Irri and Jhiqui had the nerves to ride near him and he was guessing that was in some sort of show of solidarity. When they finally stopped for the day he had never seen anyone dismount and flee as quickly as they all did.

*How are you feeling my love?* Drogo asked gently as he helped Harry off his horse, Aggo and the others walking over with him.

*I'm going to chop your balls off and feed them to the horses you great prick! And if you think you are coming anywhere near me tonight you can think again! Touch me and I will break every bone in your hands!* Harry spat before stomping off into their tent leaving Drogo and the others to gawp completely stunned after him, Drogo's hands still raised to help Harry.

*I fear his hormones have kicked in Khal Drogo, he has been...temperamental all day,* Jorah sidled over when he saw that the coast was clear.

*His glare is scarier than yours!* Rakharo nodded, gulping a little.

*What do I do?* Drogo turned to Malakho, the only one of them with experience in pregnant spouses.

*Grovel,* The old man cackled amused.

*I'm sorry, I've been in a terrible mood the last few weeks,* Harry sighed as he tucked himself into Drogo's side, allowing contact in bed for the first time in a week. Drogo cautiously but gratefully wrapped his arms around his husband, breathing in the scent his had missed more than he had ever expected.

*It's ok, I spoke to Hirri, she said it is normal to be a flare of emotions for a few weeks into the third month while your body gets used to chemicals and hormones that it is not normally used to. I have missed you though,* Drogo said softly.

*I'm sorry I threatened to castrate you so often, I wouldn't really do that, I'm much too fond of that part of you,* Harry said poutily earning himself the chuckle he wanted, and the kiss. *I just ache most of the day riding,* He sighed.

*I wish that I had known before we set the apparation point, I would have set us closer to Vaes Dothrak,* Drogo frowned guiltily.

*We're not that far off now, that will make it easier,* Harry shook his head leaning up to kiss Drogo. His husband was a little stunned when Harry hummed against his lips and moved to straddle him, smaller fingers dancing over his chest and stomach.

He allowed Harry to set the pace, watching with hungry eyes as Harry lined himself up and impaled himself on his cock, he gripped Harry's hips for support as his husband rode him with a pleasure n his face that drove his own higher. He was gentle with his own thrusts when Harry began to tire and whined in protest, well gentler than he would normally have been.

The feeling of Harry around him after what felt like much too long finished him at an embarrassingly fast rate, his hand reaching down to Harry to bring him off with him having to work quickly to prevent his husband's ire.

Harry sighed happily as he rested on his husbands chest, carefully arranged aware of his growing stomach. He had not realised how much he had needed Drogo until the minute he pressed inside of him.

Now he was enjoying the peaceful afterglow, Drogo's strong hands stroking gently up and down his side as they just enjoyed the closeness of each other. Finally though Harry paused in the nonsense patterns he was drawing on Drogo's chest.

*It's going to be a boy,* He said surely getting his husband's attention fully.

*How do you know?* Drogo asked softly, his fingers automatically sweeping down to brush over his stomach.

*I just know,* Harry said with a serenity that Drogo thought had never made him look more beautiful. Smiling he leant down a lightly brushed their lips together, Harry leaning up just a little to meet him.

*It's amazing,* Harry breathed out looking over the great hidden city of Vaes Dothrak. He rolled his eyes fondly as his husband, Kos and his band of blood riders galloped on ahead down to the city like excited little boys.

*It is only my second time here,* Jorah admitted, a bright smile on his own face as he looked down on the city. It looked like a larger more permanent version of their travelling camp giving Harry a sense of home straight away. The huts were made of straw, wood and mud brick, standing in huge circular shapes that the Dothraki favoured. In the centre one massive oval structure stood out over all the rest.

*Khaleesi?' Rakharo smiled.

*Lets go,* Harry nodded turning his horse to enter through the warded entrance in the form of two great stallions rearing up, their front hooves and legs forming a massive archway they rode under.

*He has to eat the whole heart?* Jorah asked Rakharo worriedly, the young Dothrakhqoyi not taking his eyes off of Harry in the centre of the hut as he answered.

*Yes the whole heart,*

Jorah and most of Drogo's people had never seen this rite performed and so were watching in deadly silence, the only noise being the chanting and wailing of one of the Doth Khaleen, who was raising prayers. The last time this rite had been performed it was for Drogo himself, his bearer kneeling in the exact spot Harry now was, eating his way through a raw stallion heart.

*The baby will be strong and healthy, a strong Khal or Khaleesi if Khaleesi Harry can eat it all,* Irri nodded without taking her eyes off of Harry.

His mouth, chest, hands and arms were all covered in blood from where he was chewing his way through the heart determinedly. His eyes never left Drogo's where his Khal was sitting just behind the Dosh Khaleen watching calmly, sure of his husband's strength.

The Khalasar were all watching practically holding their breaths even as one they chanted for their Khaleesi as Harry ripped apart the last few bites, pressing the final piece in and chewing determinedly.

*The prince is riding, I have heard the thunder of his hooves, swift as the wind he rides, his enemies will cower before him, their wives will weep tears of blood! The Stallion who mounts the world, the Stallion who is the Khal of Khal's! shall unite the people into a single Khalasar, all the people of the world shall be his heard.* The Doth Khaleen cried out into the hut as the people chanted louder and louder.

Only for silence to fall as Harry retched and fell forwards. A collective breath was heard and then held as Drogo leant forwards concerned. Harry let out a small noise before pushing himself back up into a kneeling position and pointedly swallowing. The people cheered and began their chanting again as the Doth Khaleen took up her chanting again.

She paused however when Harry pushed himself to his feet and after smiled at Drogo turned to look at all his people.

*A Prince rides inside of me! And he shall be called Rhaego!* He cried out into the tent. Jorah could feel the excitement rising in the people, rising in himself as they all took up the chant of the unborn prince's name, none of them doubting that Harry knew exactly what the sex of the baby growing inside of him was.

Drogo stood and made his way to Harry, his people chanting the name of his son and lifted Harry around thighs, carrying him around the dais for all his people to see, his pride and love clear on his face as he pressed a kiss to the swollen stomach that housed his son. That housed Rhaego.

*Do you mind?* Harry asked later as Drogo gently took his feet into his lap and started massaging his ankles as had become their habit.

*Mind?* Drogo hummed.

*His name?* Harry asked nervously.

*Of course not, it feels right,* Drogo smiled resting his hand gently on Harry's stomach. *Rhaego, my son,*

*It came to me when I was kneeling, the name just came into my head,* Harry admitted.

*I cannot wait to hold him in my arms,* Drogo sighed stroking his thumb over where Harry's belly button had popped out under the swell of his stomach.

*Three months, not long now,* Harry grinned stroking the sides of his belly before gasping. *Here!*

*Such a strong kick on him,* Drogo said proudly, leaning down to press his lips to the place the kick was coming from.

*My insides are less proud and happy for it than you are,* Harry laughed, the words holding no sting. *Though I could do with a little more calm with a horse heart in my stomach,* He winced.

*Are you still feeling sick?* Drogo asked concerned.

*A little, mainly still feeling over full,* Harry grimaced.

*You were amazing!* Drogo breathed out.

*Oh no you don't!* Harry laughed pressing his foot to Drogo's chest as he saw the heat in his husband's eyes. *If you wanted sex tonight you should not have made me eat the raw horse heart!*

*I know it was hard to do,* Drogo looked a little guilty. Harry mentally cursed his husband a little, for someone built like a tank and who showed his emotions only when they were alone, he managed to portray the kicked puppy look quite well.

*I did it for you, for him. I'm glad I did,* Harry shook his head, holding out his arms in an offering that Drogo quickly took, sliding over him to press their lips together gently.

Harry smiled into the darkness when they were settled wrapped together under their covers with only the faint glow of the banked fire giving any light as he felt a hand sliding over his stomach, gently stroking it and the reverent whisper of Rhaego reaching his ears before he slipped into a tired sleep.

*Khaleesi,* Jorah sat down next to Harry met with a smile.

*Your on guard duty tonight then huh?* Harry said getting an unrepentant smile back.

*You are nearly due, everyone is a little on edge. We feel better knowing that one of us is near to you at all times. Though I am glad that we are not travelling, or riding on a few hours sleep would have been hell,* Jorah chuckled.

*Trust me, I am glad that we are not riding either,* Harry said ruefully rubbing his huge stomach.

*The Dosh Khaleen have everything ready?* Jorah asked.

*They are as excited as we are I think,* Harry nodded.

*The Dosh Khaleen had no children of their own to take over their Khalasar's, they see each child born to a Khal and Khaleesi as their grandchildren I believe,* Jorah said thoughtfully.

*They have been amazing, I would have been lost without them. Honestly my husband can decapitate someone without blinking, mention after birth and he goes paler than a piece of paper,* Harry shook his head amused.

*I have to admit I am looking forward to the birth,* Jorah smirked. *Can you not sleep Khaleesi?*

*I'm a little uncomfortable, and hungry,* Harry sighed rubbing his stomach.

*Come Khaleesi, we'll find you something to eat, do you want meat or fruit? Something sweet?* Jorah asked as he helped Harry to his feet, the young Khaleesi smiling amused at his fussing.

*Drogo!* Harry grumbled throwing his shoe at the lump in their bed that indicated his husband.

Said husband just grumbled and snuggled further underneath the covers.

*Drogo!* Harry shouted before wincing as the missile that he had made of his other shoe connected with Drogo's head as he sat up.

*Harry?* He blinked confused rubbing his forehead.

*I'm stuck,* Harry pouted where he was stuck kneeling on the floor.

*You're...*

*Stuck yes, so I would appreciate you coming and helping me up!* Harry glared.

*I'm sorry, I know you are getting frustrated with how limited you are in getting around, but it's not much longer now and we will have Rhaego in our arms,* Drogo said softly as he hurried from bed and helped pull Harry to his feet.

*I know, he's worth it. I just...*

*What?* Drogo asked concerned again as Harry looked down.

*I'm massive! I look hideous, my ankles are swollen and massive, I...* Harry blinked when his slightly tearful rant was cut off by his husband's lips.

*You look beautiful,* Drogo said firmly, stroking gently over Harry's stomach.

*Sorry, I know I am being silly,* Harry huffed wrapping his arms around Drogo and hugging him as best he could.

*You're tired, hot and fed up. Not long now,*

*Can we cuddle in bed for a bit?* Harry sighed.

*Of course,* Drogo smiled drawing Harry back to the bed.

Drogo paused in the doorway to their hut, food in his hands and smiled as he watched Harry. He had been feeling quite tired today and so had spent most of it around their hut. He had decided eventually to stay there for supper as well. Drogo had had to go and show his face in the main feasting tent, but as soon as he could he had left with a plate of food for Harry.

The image that he came back to s something he had dreamt of for any years now. His husband was sitting on their bed, his hands stroking his stomach as he sang gently a song one of the Doth Khaleen had taught him. His skin was glowing golden in the firelight and Drogo had never seen him look so content.

*Hey,* Harry smiled welcomingly as he noticed Drogo by the door.

*I brought you something to eat,* Drogo said softly crawling onto their bed and placing the plate he had brought onto Harry's knee.

*Goat!* Harry said cheerfully spotting the meat on his plate.

*I thought something different would be nice, I also brought these for afters,* Drogo smiled placing a second plate full of Harry's favourite fruits on the bed.

*You're spoiling me,* Harry grinned managing to lean forwards enough to kiss him.

*I'm allowed to,* Drogo shrugged pressing a slightly deeper kiss to his lips before lifting a piece of meat to them.

*Are you going to feed me now?* Harry teased before taking the offered bite.

*If I want to,*

*What's gotten into you?* Harry laughed nudging Drogo with his foot.

*I love you,* Drogo said warmly, gaining a content smile from Harry

*And I you, always and forever,*

*What is taking so long?!* Drogo growled as he paced up and down outside of the hut that he had been thrown out of for snapping at one of the Dosh Khaleen. Harry's tired shouts of pain and exertion could be heard from inside.

Irri, Jhiqui and Jorah were inside with Harry, the rest of them were sitting outside, or pacing, worriedly.

*Everything will be going fine, they would have come and told us if there was something wrong,* Rakharo said comfortingly, before paling slightly as Harry let out a very loud scream.

They all froze and looked to the entrance as Harry gave out one more almighty yell and after two long seconds of silence and loud babies cry broke out within the hut. Drogo sagged weakly against Aggo who had moved quickly to support him, grinning at his friend and clapping him on the back.

*You're allowed back in now,* Jorah smiled at his Khal, poking his head out of the entrance. He looked exhausted himself but his smile was nearly cracking his face and Drogo hurried passed him to step inside.

*Hey, come and meet your son,* Harry was beaming tired from the bed in the centre of the hut, a small body laying on his naked chest moving and shifting little arms and legs.

He walked over slowly, awe and fear clenching in his chest as he took in the already downy black hair on a tiny head, a tiny hand was resting over Harry's chest. As he reached the bed the Dosh Khaleen finished cleaning Harry up and draped a blanket over him before leaving the tent to give them some privacy.

Drogo sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the small being resting safely in his bearer's hold.

*Rhaego,* Drogo smiled lifting his hand to rest on that tiny back.

*Rhaego, this is your daddy,* Harry said tiredly, but with pride clear in his voice. *Do you want to hold him?*

*He's so small! I'll hurt him!* Drogo worried looking at the size of his son.

*He didn't feel so tiny trying to push him out my body,* Harry laughed. *You'll never hurt him,8 He encouraged, lifting the baby carefully.

*He's so perfect,* Drogo breathed as he settled the baby carefully into the crook of his arm, his fingers brushing over the delicate, soft face of his son. *Look what we did,* He beamed at Harry.

*He's so perfect,* Harry sighed resting his hand over their son's stomach not able to stop looking at him or touching him.

'Thank... you,' Drogo managed to get the unfamiliar words out, causing Harry to lift his head and blink at him before smiling serenely.

*I love you,*

*And I love you, both of you, so much,* Drogo bent carefully to kiss his husband as he cradled his curiously blinking son. They both looked down as he gave a tired little yawn and kicked his legs a little, throwing an arm out as he tried to get comfortable.

*Rhaego! Supper!* Harry called as he lifted his youngest on his hip, his cheeky little girly who had Drogo twisted around her little finger with a bat of her big green eyes. Lily was gorgeous already and going to be a nightmare for them all when she grew up, Rhaego and their middle child Bharboro, or Bhar as he frequently got called, were already over protective of her.

*Papa!* Rhaego shrieked getting Harry's attention as he ran into view, Jorah chasing swiftly behind him, sweeping the eight year old up around the waist and spinning him in the air. Harry grinned as Rhaego broke into laughter.

*Rah! Rah!* Lily called smacking her still pudgy hand excitedly onto Harry's shoulder.

*Be gentle Lily,* Drogo scolded lightly capturing her hand and kissing it.

*She has your temper,* Harry teased accepting the kiss Drogo placed on his lips while Lily pouted at them.

*Where is Bhar?* Drogo ignored his comment looking around their camp.

*He is probably off with Rakharo again, I swear he idolizes him. How we're going to keep track of four children I don't know, these three are more than enough,* Harry grumbled before grinning as he heard Drogo tripping behind him.

*Four?* He breathed.

*Mm hm,* Harry grinned at his husband, laughing when Drogo grabbed him around the waist and kissed him firmly, his arm wrapped carefully around Lily to make sure she was safe.

*Ew! Gross, Dad! Papa!* Rhaego whined making them pull apart with a grin in time to se Rakharo and Bhar making their way over, Bhar seated on the Dothrakqoyi's shoulders.

Harry grinned as they made their way into the feasting tent for supper, Jorah with Rhaego tugging him along eagerly, Irri - nearly ready to pop herself with her and Rakharo's first baby - and Rakharo were walking ahead of them, Lily was bouncing excitedly on his hip knowing that food was coming, Drogo's braid tightly in her grip and getting chewed on slightly. And his husband was beaming at him as though he had personally hung the moon and the stars.

Malakho grinned happily as Rhaego ran over to tell him about the sword fighting Jorah had been teaching him, Aggo, Pono, Qotho, Cohollo, Haggo, Mago, Jhiqui, Jhaqo and Kovarro already seated and eating. Fred and George sealed in the middle of the tent showing off their products to the delighted children, Bhar included as he raced over to throw himself onto Fred's back, Rakharo pouting a little at the loss of his shadow.

This was his family he thought as he sat down with Lily on his lap, Drogo pressed warmly beside him. His still growing family, he added, his hand resting on his stomach, his eyes on Irri's swollen stomach. With a content smile he settled against Drogo's side and soaked up the feeling. This was his life. And he could never be happier.

A.N Well that is what was supposed to be a small one shot one lol. I want to thank you all so much for the reviews that you all left and response I have had to this story, I am glad you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

The heart scene in this chapter is taken nearly directly from Game of Thrones, which was played out amazingly, if you want to see it actually taking place you should check out Daenerys eating a horse heart, but it is not for the squeamish! Kind of like Game of Thrones really lol.

Thank you all again.