Sin's Unpunished.

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, nor it's characters. J.K. Rowling does.

"side note" This is a remake and continuation of a fic that was started by OccasusVenustas. If you haven't already read that story, please do so as it is an excellent read. I do have explicit permission from said author to continue and remake the fic into my own vision. OccasusVenustas will be Beta'ing this as well. Also this will be rated to suit the mild sexual content that I have put in here.

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Daily Prophet Special Edition

The Dark Lord is Dead!

by Rita Skeeter.

Harry Potter has done it! he defeated the Dark Lord. AKA you-who-know. AKA Voldemort. In the final battle at Godrics Hallow. It was witnessed by me Rita Skeeter that Harry Potter, The boy who lived, killed the most feared Dark Wizard of any age. Many losses were had on both sides. The wizarding world is finally able to breath a sigh of relief, all thanks for the green eyed hunk of a boy named Harry Potter.(A/N: sorry, not very good at doing articles.)

Harry Potter set down the paper that had so long been the bane of his existance. It was been some 6 months since the final battle and had read that article what seemed like a hundred times already. He reached up and took his glasses off, to rub the bridge of his nose. He felt a massive headache coming on. He knew then that after reading that issue, that his fame would only sky rocket. And true to his belief, it had. That was not something he truely wanted. Yet it was what he got. If he were honest with himself and everyone else, All he really wanted was a normal life! Maybe get married have a couple of kids, but as of right now he was un-sure on how he was able to accomplish anything.

He sat back in the kitchen chair and looked up at the ceiling. It wasn't that he wanted to look at it, but it was in his own way of getting lost in his own thoughts. Harry couldn't help but notice the rather long crack that ran along the length of the kitchen ceiling. Shaking his head from the ridiculous thought, he rose up from the chair and began walking towards the upstairs landing, where his bedroom was located. It was the room that once house the formor owner of one number 12 Grimauld Place. Sirius Orion Black.

He was Harry's godfather. Unfortunately, Sirius was killed during an attack on the ministry nearly 3 years previously. Every once and a-while, Harry would look around the home he now owned. He could still remember vividly on that christmas holiday in his 5th year how happy Sirius was when Harry had come to stay with him. Those word good times for Harry, ones he would cherish for the rest of his life.

He knew he had a big day ahead of him tomorrow, as he had another day of training for his new career. That of a medi-wizard. You are probably asking yourselve's " MEDI-WIZARD! " Truth be told, this is what he needed. At first he felt that being an Auror was what he really wanted to do, but then he saw something that happend only a day after the final battle that changed his views forever. Thats to say as if the actual battle and subesquent killing of Voldemort didn't already change the poor boy's views.

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Flashback.

Harry crept along the cold damp walls of the dungeon area of Malfoy manner. He was informed by a anonymous source that Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape were hiding out in the bowles of the majestic place. Harry had not forgotten what Snape and Malfoy did to his friend and mentor Albus Dumbledore. But he was not about to let revenge cloud his judgement. He would not kill them, no matter how much he truely wanted to. He was not made that way and knew that they needed to be brought to justice.

Sure Draco had not actually killed the Headmaster, but was a part of it non-the-less. All to soon however, Harry was brought out of his musings when he heard the voice of his school nemesis.

" your finally going to get what you deserve professer! " this was said with not a little bit of malice either.

" Do what you have to do Draco. " Snape's voice was low and hoarse sounding.

This only served to hasten Harry's footsteps towards his objective's Upon reaching a room that was only lite with a few candles. Harry noticed Draco standing over a slumped over potions master. The hate-filled look that was on Draco's face was a little frightening to see. Harry had seen Draco give him a distasteful look before and even one that might be considered hateful, but this was completely different. It was one that was of utter hatred, that of which is only reserved for those that had done things that were un-redeemable.

The situation was bad and Harry knew it. Sweat was starting roll off of his temples. his adrenalin was pumpling and was getting a bit nervous all at the sametime. It was now or never.

" Malfoy! Don't do it! " Harry's voice was calm and collected, but held a hint of urgency.

Draco's blonde haired head snapped around to look at the new voice that dared to interrupt him and his quest of vengence.

" Potter! WHAT are you doing here! Nevermind, just stay out of my way. " Draco turned back to face Snape. He was about to unleash the killing curse when he heard Harry speak up once more.

" Draco...please don..." Harry didn't get any further. Draco's turned fully to face Harry.

" Don't you dare call me Draco, you have never earned to right to call me by my first name POTTER! Why do you care if he dies! I thought you hated him just as much as I do. He killed people you loved to you know! Most importantly he took..my childhood.." by the end, Malfoy's voice was barely above a whisper. He felt the stinging of tears develope at the edges of his eyes. but wiped them away angrily. He would never show weakness to Potter. NEVER!

Harry stood there for a moment digesting Malfoy's words. The blonde-haired slytherin did make some very valid points. But when he looked over to the fallen man, who's beetle black eyes shone in the light from the fire place that Harry had just noticed. He knew then that he couldn't let another person die. The war had already taken to many lives as it was. There was no reason for anymore to die in the name of revenge. Even if he was a foul git and one who did deserve to die. Harry would do everything in his power to stop any more killing.

" Your right Malfoy...I don't deserve to call you Draco, but...I WON"T let you take a life. Let the courts have him.." Harry was interrupted again by Draco's yell.

" NO! I will have my revenge! " with that, he turned and let the two most feared words leave his lips. " Avada Kedavra! " the bright green spell left young man's wand. racing towards the hated man on the floor.

Harry let loose just a split second later with his own killing curse. Just ask Draco's curse reached Snape. Harry's interrcepted his. The two powerful curses colided with each other, and the magical backlash that occured as the result was enough to rattle the entire room, if not the whole manor itself. The two boy's were hurled against the far wall, and two near identical thud's could be heard resounding around the room.

A few minutes later, Harry regained consciousness. He looked around to see what had happend. The walls were scorched by the explosion that had occured. Tables were turned over and other various things were strewn about. Harry looked to his left and saw Malfoy laying some 10 feet away, apparently not breathing. A little further over, he noticed snaped still slumped against the wall, but this time the light that was normally in the man's eyes was now gone. Snape was dead. Draco had succeded in killing him after all.

Harry was saddened that he couldn't stop it, but knew that what was done was done. He couldn't change that. He picked himself up off the floor and was about the leave when he heard a light gasp of breath. Shocked he turned and looked over towards Snape's body first. Thinking that maybe..just maybe he had survived after all. He waited with baited breath for a few seconds, but didn't see Snape's chest moving at all. Just then he heard the gasp again. This time however he looked over towards Draco's body, and there he noticed the boy's chest rising ever so slightly.

The shocked look on the-boy-who killed-you-know-who's face would have been funny, if the situation wasn't so morbid.

He couldn't believe it! Draco had survived a near direct hit from two killing curses. Harry was sure that Draco was dead. Without wasting anymore time, he picked up his rival and ran all the way out to the grounds and apperated to St. Mungo's. Harry's last thought just before he did. were he was glad that he was able to apperate and that he hoped Draco would make it.

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Harry couldn't believe that it had already been a half a year since that incident. That was the one sole reason that Harry decided to persue the Medical career instead of being in Law enforcement. Harry got ready for bed. It was then that he realized that maybe everything could really be ok. as long as he did his best and keep the promise he made to himself.

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1 year later.

" Congradulations Harry! " a young woman named Kerry was giving the new graduate a rather heart felt hug.

" Thanks.." was all Harry could really get out. He was blushing madly at the attention from the pretty young nurse.

" So what are you going to do now? " Kerry asked him.

" I have a promise to keep." he said with a hint of sadness lacing his voice.

Kerry wasn't entirely sure on what he mean't by that, but decided it wasn't really important enough to push right now. After all it was Harry's graduation party! And party they did. The party began to wind down somwhere around midnight. Harry new this by watching Hermione, who was VERY pregnant at this point. Tell her husband Ronald Weasly that it was time to go. He tried to protest but when she showed him what time it was, he knew it was no use in arguing any further.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the antics of his friends. Soon they walked over to him to bid him goodnight. Harry gave his own goodnight's and left himself to go back to his home. he was tired and needed some much needed sleep. Over the last year, he kept having the same dream of the time when Draco had essentially killed his former professor. Harry still felt guitly at not being able to save Snap so he could face his punishment at the hands of the ministry. Killing Dumbledore was surely to get him life in Azkaban. But alas that would never come to pass.

Finally able to drift off to dreamland, Harry had one final thought.." Tomorrow's going to be the hardest day of my life! "

Sure enough! Harry was right.

Harry Potter, newly graduated Medi-Wizard had just appeared throught the floo. If there was one way of traveling that he did not like, that would be floo. He simply hated the queasy feeling it left you with after emerging from the fireplace. Most of the time he couldn't even keep his balance. And lets not mention the constant hassle of always removing the soot from one's clothes.

He was greeted by one the house elves that worked for the Malfoy's. Althought Lucious Malfoy had died in the final battle over a year ago, the house was still run by his now widowed wife Narcissa Malfoy. She didn't know it yet, but Harry was the one who was going to be taking care of her son. Harry had spent the last year and a half learning all the most advanced spells that he could find. Even one's that were considered outdated he learned, just in case. He was once told by an instructor that if he kept this level of workmanship up, he would surely be a true master healer within a few years, but that was not what Harry was out for.

Sure he wanted to help people, but he had made himself a promise and that was first and fore most.

" My name is Dul young sir. Mistress instructed Dul, to bring you to young master's quarters. " The little creature was being quite rude, but Harry just figured that it was the way you acted when you were with the Malfoy's for so long.

" Ok Dul..lead the way. " The Elf might have been rude, but he sure wasn't going to be.

As they walked through the halls of this great manor, Harry couldn't help but be amazed at all the fine art work that lined the walls. A few of them though made him shudder. Like one in particular, had a battle scene depicted on it's canvas. Whoever painted it, didn't spare on the details. The bodies that littered the muddy ground with open wounds and blood that was all so vividly done. If Harry was going to compare it to anything. It would be just like the scene he witnessed at Godric's Hallow.

He stopped for a moment at the sudden memory. If anyone was paying attention, they could have seen the look of anguish that passed along his young face. Finally noticing that Harry had fallen behind, the little house elf stopped and asked him if he was coming. Harry shook it head and motioned for Dul to continue.

They reached their destination all to quickly for Harry. He stood right outside of his rival's bedroom door. Entering he saw that Draco was laying on his massive bed. His blank eyes starring up at the celieing, not really seeing anything but still starring all the same. He looked well cared for, no bedsores, or any other dis-colorations of any kind. He looked groomed, his blonde hair still as bright as Harry remembered it.

Harry began his peliminary check of Draco. In the middle of this check Narcissa walked in.

" POTTER!! WHY ARE YOU HERE! " she was literally screeching at him.

" Mrs. Malfoy..I'm the healer who you contracted to take care of Draco. " Just like with the elf before, Harry remained calm even with the yellings of the house Matriarch.

" NO! I won't have you here! It is becuase of YOU that Draco is in this state! " Narcissa was panting heavily after her outburst.

" I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but YOU did contacted me for a full year of services. So I'm affraid that we are stuck together. " At her accusation of him being the cause of Draco's problems. He couldn't help but feel guilty. Althought he didn't show it outwardly.

Narcissa simply stormed out of the room. Muttering things that had to do with "stupid contracts and Potters." more he couldn't make out as the door closed.

" Alright Draco... Lets see what we can accomplish. " He set about to his course never to look back.

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Several months had gone by since he first came to stay at the Malfoy manner. Draco's condition did not change in the slightest. Harry did everything his training had taught him. He even tried muggle ways, like simply telling stories of how his former schoolmates had been doing since the war.

Narcissa on more than one occasion had asked him, quite rudely, why he insisted on talking to her son. Knowing that he couldn't hear him. Harry's simple reply was. " I will do anything possible to bring him out of this." and that was were he let it lay. Soon, it even became apparent to Harry that this might really be a lost cuase.

He didn't like to give up, but what was he supposed to do! He punched the wall, thus hurting his hand. He did this as Narcissa walked in.

" Frustration setting in Potter? " she asked snidely. and with a smirk at his rubbing his hand.

" It is...but I am NOT going to give up! " Harry winced again at the pain in his right hand.

Narcissa sighed.

" Why are you still here Potter..? You have been here for 5 months, and nothing has changed! "

" I already told you Mrs. Malfoy... I have a promise t..." She quickly cut him off.

" I have already told you to call me Miss Malfoy! remember Potter my Husband's dead! As for your PROMISE..you don't owe anything to him or us! " She was being as sarcastic as anyone could be and this urked Harry to no end.

But Harry was not about to let her upset him. He made that promise and he would not back down, not now.

" I don't care what you say! I am staying and that's that. " For a moment he thought he could see a tinge of respect behind her eyes. but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. leaving Harry to believe he was seeing things.

After that incident, nothing more was said between them for quite sometime. She came in when he was there and watched him for a short time everyday.

3 more months went by, No change. Draco still had not responded to treatment. Harry was finally starting to believe that he would not be able to cure him. Still things between Harry and Narcissa had improved, sure they still weren't saying much to each other. But it was still an improvement none the less. She was actually being polite to him most times.

" Potter..?" Harry looked up. " Would you join me for dinner tonight? " He was stunned to say the least and it showed. Narcissa Malfoy had just asked him to dinner!

" Err...why? " was his intelligent response.

Narcissa just smiled at him.

" Because I want you to.. Now meet me in the dinning hall at seven. " with that she walked away leaving a very confused Harry Potter in her wake.

Seven came far to quickly for Harry. He was nervous. More nervous than even facing Voldemort, and thats saying something. He arrived at the dinning hall right on time. Narcissa was sitting at the head of the table, The evles had really done a good job or at least as far as Harry could tell just by looking at it. He sat down, waiting for anything.

Harry looked at the food wearily for a moment. Narcissa saw this and couldn't help but chuckle.

" The food's not poisoned, if thats what your worried about.." Harry just gave her a withering look.

" I have no need to kill you now. Besides, if I wanted to I would have done it a long time ago. " She laughed at his still withering look.

Harry simply took a bite and was happy to find that it was really good. He even told her so, to which made her smile at him again. He had to admit that she had a beautiful smile. At least to himself he would admit that.

Dinner was a quiet affair. A little small talk was had between the two adults but not much more than that. Soon the food disappeared from the table, signaling that dinner was officialy over. They retired to the sitting room where they had a bottle of butterbeer and firewhisky respecitively.

Awhile had passed and Harry was starting to feel light headed from the booze that was swimming through his system. He sat back into the sofa they both currently occupied and started to sink into the soft cushions.

This startled Harry and he grabbed onto Narcissa's arm.

" Sorry. " he muttered.

She raised an arrogant eyebrow to him.

" Do you know how long its been since I have been touched by another person? " she asked him.

Harry shook his head dumbly.

" Too long.." the way she said it made Harry shiver.

He felt bold and maybe even a little brave from the alcohol running through him. He was unable to suppress the desire that was coursing through his body. He reached up and cupped his hand on her cheek. She leaned in a little as if to have more contact with the warmth from his hand.

Even in his alcohol induced haze, he couldn't help but notice the difference in their skin colors.his more tanned than hers. He shook his head and made to get up.

" I should leave.." but he made not further move,

" I see no reason for you to leave so soon. " she whispered to him.

Harry swallowed hard. Harry looked up at the older witch and really he only meant to look and maybe tell her he needed to go, but when he did, he found that his face was very close to hers. He leaned in a little and their lips met. Ok so she really wasn't that close. Perhaps be wanted this to happen. Whatever the reason maybe, they joined.

Harry lost all control for a moment and plundered her mouth with his. This brought a rather sharb bite to his lower lip. Stunned he lifted off of her. Looking into her eyes he didn't see malice, but lust.

" Careful Mr. Potter. It's been many years.." she said to him.

This time Harry was more gentle with her. He sought to explore every inch of her body. His fingers danced across her alabaster skin, bringing out pleasures in her that she had not felt in a long time. She had to admit that even her now deceased husband never brought out these kinds of feelings in her before.

It wasn't long before Narcissa was pinned underneath him. Her robes half discarded off her body. Her skin hot against his. Harry lapped at the nape of her neck with his tongue. sending even more shivers up her spine. His hands roamed over her body, kneeding her slightly larger than average sized breasts. he was so enthralled at the softness of her, that he nearly lost all control once again. Harry pushed his way down past her flat and toned stomach, finally reaching his ultimate goal.

He slipped a finer inside of her. He marvelled at her tightness. This drove him mad with desire and tore at her mouth once again with his own. He felt her shudder and moan underneath him and this served to make his lower regions all that much harder.

" I want you! " he gasped.

" I know, I know, " she said breathlessly. " N-Nothing is stopping you, Harry. If you don't take me now, I think I shall die! "

That was all the encouragement he needed. Harry literally tore his own robes from his own body. Showing the older witch his toned and tanned body. He placed himself between her legs and gently removed her panties away from her. Once they were removed, he wasted little time in slipping inside of her. He marvelled at her wetness. her warmth encased him and he felt more alive now than he ever had before.

She clenched her muscles around him, showing him her expert control of her own body.

" Merlin!! " he gasped, and thrust harder into her.

Narcissa raked her fingers roughly along his back, causing bright read marks to appear on his skin. He ignored to pain that it caused. All he knew was her warmth and tightness. It was driving him insane and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

" I-I'm getting close!" Harry grunted at her.

Her response was to lock her legs around his waist. He was confused at first but then comprehension dawned on him. She didn't want him to pull out! This made his drive into her even harder. She clenched around him in her biggest orgasm ever. This sent Harry over the edge and with a cry he drove in as deep as he could and sent everything he had into her.

He stayed like that for a few moments, not wanting to loose the contact between the two, but soon he softened and he had no choice but to roll over and off of her. Harry layed there panting and watched as Narcissa quickly fetched her robes from the floor. Even now after the intense expierience they both had, she looked regal in the way she moved.

" I must bid you a goodnight Mr. Potter. " she said coldly.

Harry continued to dress and a moment later he smoothed out his wrinkled robes. Looking up at her he asked her the question that was plaguing his mind. " Will I see you tomorrow?"

" Perhaps.." was all she said. Narcissa left the room without another word.

For the first time since Harry began his employ with the Malfoy's, He didn't say goodnight to Draco.

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Harry had never returned since that fateful night. He had been away for a fortnight and only returned when he was visited by his friend and ministry contact.

Harry was sitting at his desk doing paperwork and heard the flames go off behind him. A black-robbed man stepped out, brushing off the soot from his robes he looked over and spotted Harry. Dean Thomas was the minstry contact that Harry had when he first started this adventure.

" Hey Harry! " Dean waved to Harry.

" Hello Dean! " Harry smiled and extended his hand towards is old school chum.

" So...who's success was it? Yours or hers?" This question confused Harry.

" What are you on about? "

" Draco. Your success or hers? " Dean asked again, thinking Harry was just being modest.

Harry on the other hand felt his blood go cold. " What do you mean? My success or hers? " Harry could feel his heart beating faster.

" Harry, " Dean said slowly. " He's awake, but you should know this already. After all, you ARE his caregiver."

" WHAT! He's awake!? Since when! " Harry was becoming deserpate. Draco was awake and he didn't know.

" How could you not know this Harry!" Dean screamed. He's your repsonsibility Potter! He's your only job!"

" Something happend and I..." Dean cutt him off sharply.

" Bugger that Potter! Get your ass over there and find out what happend! " Dean was red in the face from yelling at poor Harry.

Harry didn't say anything further. He walked over the the fireplace and flooed over to the Malfoy's He slightly surprised to find that their floo was already open and not restricted like usual. He hurried upstairs to Draco's bedroom. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see Draco sittin up. His mother talking to him quietly. She turned when she heard the door open and quirked an elegant eyebrow at Harry.

" Hello Mr. Potter. How nice of you to return. " She said with obviously false enthusiasm.

Harry Swallowed. " When? How? What happend!" feelings of dread were welling up inside of him. Yet he didn't know why.

" I've taken matter into my own hands Mr. Potter. " she said simply.

" What does that mean! " Harry said exasperately.

Narcissa rose from her place beside Draco and walked over to where Harry stood." I had spent most of the time you were here thinking Potter. Thinking on how I can get my reveng on you! Thinking about how I can bring my child back, without you taking him away.

Harry was about to protest when Narcissa spoke again.

" Oh, don't start with that whole you owe Draco nonesense. Don't think I'm a fool Potter, I know why your here! I know exactly who you truely work for. My late husband was in contact with many unspeakables and I know their behaviour well." her tone was cold and calculating.

" Your right..but he still must pay. He's a murderer! " Harry said with his own cold and calculating tone.

" If you wanted him dead. You should have finished the job the first time!" This time her voice started to rise. " I suspect though that there will not be any killing this time Potter. That is, if you want the death of your own child. "

Harry's mind completely shut down at this revelation. He watched numbly as Narcissa rubbed her hand over her stomach where the baby was growing inside of her.

" oh yes, " she said silkily. " Your child is growning inside of me and it's life force is sustaining Draco's and Draco is sustaining the baby's. If the baby dies, Draco dies. and if he dies, the baby dies. YOUR baby." she was really beating that point home to Harry. The fact that it was his child and NOT someone else's

" How?" Harry asked tiredly.

" It was a relatively simple charm once I found it and figured it out. I knew there had to be a connection to the Killing curse somwhere in you. It didn't take me long to realize the connection was love. It was in your Potter, in your very soul. Your essence. You love this child, even if you have only known about it for a few mere moments I can tell you love this child. So I found a way to connect that to my love for my son. The two are linked now, for life and beyond. " she smiled a triumphant smile.

" No. " Harry whispered and cast a look at Draco who was watching them with a expressionless face.

" He's only half there Potter. He'll grow stronger as the baby grows stronger. " Narcissa said.

" No. " He whispered again. " I have to take him in. I have no choice!"

" You have a choice! " Narcissa bit out. " You let Draco live, no matter the cost to yourself. "

Harry looked down at the ground for a long moment. He was going over the choices in his head and was not entirely sure on what choice he should make. Harry did know the concequences if he didn't bring Draco back, but this new development was there now. He finally looked up after making his decision.

Harry quickly wiped out his wand and petrified Narcissa. She felt with a rather loud thud to the floor. Harry silently hoped that didn't hurt the baby any. He walked over to her and knelt beside her.

" I'm sorry Narcissa, " he whispered to her. " Much like you, I can not give my life for anyone else's. That includes the child now grown in your belly. This is simply the way it has to be. If you want to save your son from any un-due pain from torture and excecution...You have the means to do so. The solution just as mine does is growning in your womb. I have nothing more to say on the subject. Except for that I hope that you can forgive me Narcissa. "

Harry got up and walked over to where Draco still sat looking at them with a blank stare. Harry felt guitly for doing this, but knew it had to be done.

" I'm sorry. I just couldn't let your sin go unpunished."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter to Sin's Unpunished. As I said before I barrowed the idea from OccasusVenustas. She let me use her idea's with permission and she will also be beta'ing this for me as well. So if it's messed up blame her. Just kidding guys. Really though I hope you will leave me a review on how you liked the story. Please do read the original that this is based on as I think you will enjoy that as well. Thanks for your time.