Title: Secrets to the Wind
Author: Lady B
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Severus
Rating: rated per chapter; this one - PG13
Warnings: per chapter; this one - language
Summary: If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.  ~Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by JK Rowling. I claim no rights to these, only my original plot devices and any original characters I've created from my own mind. I am not making any money from this story.
Author's note: Yeah, another freaking plot bunny bit me. I'm beginning to hate those bunnies. Takes place in Seventh year and completely ignores anything and everything after Book/Movie 5. I'm taking serious liberties with the plots and time lines at the end of OotP.

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Part 4

-The Welcoming Feast-

The minute Harry and Iggy stepped into the Great Hall, all eyes were on them. Not used to so many people staring at him, Iggy clung to Harry's leg like glue. He patted his son's head in comfort and made his way up the aisle toward the Head Table. He risked a glance at Draco and had to suppress the urge to laugh upon noticing that his hair was still blue.

He stopped before the teachers, keeping his eyes on Dumbledore the whole time.

"Harry?" Dumbledore queried.

"Headmaster. I formally request a resorting." he announced. There was shocked silence behind him. Dumbledore looked confused. It was the first time he could remember a student asking for a resort. Oh, it wasn't a secret, it was in the bylaws of the Hogwarts charter, it had just never been done before and he wondered where Harry had heard of it. He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Are you sure this is something you wish to do, Harry?" he asked.

"Yes." Harry's voice was firm.

"May I ask why?"

"You can, but I'm not going to tell you." Harry told him pointedly.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded, not seeing it at all. He looked at Minerva, who was still standing beside the stool the Hat sat upon. She looked as confused as he felt. "Well, if it is what you want, then so be it."

Harry nodded before sitting on the stool and pulling Iggy into his lap. Minerva put the hat on him and stepped back.

"Greetings once again, Mr Potter. I see you've found yourself with a new companion this year."

"Hello, Herbert. Yes, this is my son, Ignatius."

"A pleasure, young Mr Potter. I will have great pleasure sorting you into Slytherin ten years hence."

"I like him, Daddy!"

"Herbert is a character, Iggy."

"Are you finally going to allow me to place you in your correct home, Mr Potter?"

"Yes, please. I find that I no longer feel the need to hide my true self. Iggy has brought that out in me, this need to protect what is mine."

"And so it should be..." Herbert smiled in his mind. "SLYTHERIN!" he announced to the room at large. Removing Herbert from his head, Harry picked up his son and approached the Slytherin table.

"Just a moment, Mr Potter." came Severus's voice. Harry turned to look at his new Head of House. Severus drew his wand and transfigured Harry's Gryffindor crest to a Slytherin one.

"Welcome to Slytherin, Messrs. Potter." he nodded, smiling lightly at his godson before returning to his seat. Harry turned back to his new house and took the empty seat next to Draco, placing Iggy in his lap. Draco pounced on him immediately.

"Change it back, Potter!" he hissed, pointing to his hair.

"No." Harry replied, pouring himself a glass of juice. Draco blinked in shock. No one told him no! Ever!

"Why the hell not?" he demanded. Harry looked at him, gaze steady.

"First of all, I'll ask you to refrain from using that type of language around Iggy. Second of all, it was Iggy who changed your hair and I'm quite sure he doesn't want to change it back any time soon...unless you're nicer to the both of us."

"Me? Nice? To you of all people? You're barking mad, Potter! And what do you mean you can't change it?"

"I've never been able to undo any of Iggy's spells. It took me four months before he would return my teeth when he was cross with me for being late with his lunch. Think about that one, eh?"

As if to cement his point, Iggy looked up from stuffing small bits of carrots into his mouth and smiled at Draco.

"Blue!" he announced again, spraying bits of chewed carrots all over Draco's face. Before Draco could bitch about how disgusting that was, Harry picked up his napkin to wipe Iggy's face.

"Ignatius Salazar Godric Evans Potter! You do not talk with your mouth full of food!" Harry chided gently. Iggy looked sheepishly at Draco and gave him a small, toothy (if you counted five teeth, toothy) grin. "Apologize, young man."

"Sowwy, Blue." Iggy stated. And to make up for it, he changed Draco's hair back to it's original color.

"I...um...it's alright. No harm done, then." Draco replied, his anger dissolving at the look Iggy was giving him. Around them, some of the girls actually "Aw"ed at the scene and Greg Goyle was wiping tears from his eyes.

Draco mentally slapped himself in the head. He had a weakness for cute babies and everyone knew it.

It was going to be an interesting year, indeed.

TBC...

Note: There is a reason why I made Iggy's speech patterns differ when he's thinking and when he's actually speaking. He has the mind of an eleven year old but he is only one. With Harry carrying him to full term and with the amount of power Harry has, it was only natural that he transfer some of that to his baby, making Iggy a very smart individual (smarter than Hermione I'd dare say). But since his thought process is in a different part of his brain than his speech process, he speaks like the one year old he actually is.