STATUS/PART: WIP

PAIRING: Harry/Draco

SPOILERS: To be safe, 1- 4 and parts of 5. I live in Egypt. No one died.

WARNINGS: mpreg, sorta noncon (you'll see what I mean), barely age of consent

DISCLAIMER:: This story is based on characters and situations created

and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited

to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and

Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or

trademark infringement is intended.

SUMMARY: Through Lucius' machinations, Harry and Draco are forced to bond and produce a child. Will they figure out what he is up to and foil his plans?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: While wandering through , I came upon a story called 'Just the Truth' by Pokari. It's a good story but I decided to take the idea and go in another direction. A sort of what happened if the story with this way instead. Yes, she knows I'm doing this.

You'll also have to forgive me if I don't update more than once a week. I have nerve damage in my left hand, almost no feeling in my ring finger and pinkie, and it makes typing extremely difficult

The child borne of Light and Dark

Borne of two not alike but like as one to another

Power the child will have and powerful the child will be

Borne in hate, this child will destroy the darkness in its

path and rule in its stead

But if borne in love, the child will destroy the darkness

and peace shall reign for all his days

Prologue

There was a gentle rain outside the window. The young man leaning against it absently rubbed his expanded belly. At six months pregnant, Harry Potter still had trouble believing everything that had happened in the past few months. Getting bonded, getting pregnant, getting 'kidnapped'. He heard someone walk into the room behind him but didn't turn around.

"Are you all right?" the lady of the manor asked.

"I guess," Harry said, shrugging. He turned around. "Have you heard from Draco?"

She nodded her head. "He said he'd be here as soon as he could get away without his father finding out," she said. "The Malfoy manor is warded well enough that he can shrunk his trunk and bring it with him."

"Does Lucius suspect anything?" Harry asked. "Or your involvement?"

"Probably not," she said. "This place is warded and will admit very few people. He is not one of them." She looked at him. "Why don't you lie down for a while?"

"In a little while," he said. "I like watching the rain."

"All right," she said then turned and walked out of the room.

The baby kicked and Harry rubbed his stomach. "I'm sorry about how you came into being," he smiled, "but I'm not sorry you're here. I promise I will never let anything happen to you."

Leaning back, he closed his eyes and began to remember how everything happened.