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Fulfilling a Destiny	By : Vampirezdarkgurl Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 59287 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fulfilling A Destiny

Summary-Sequel to "A Friend For Life". Before the final battle Harry hears the ultimate betrayal and decides that he'd leave. Little does he know it's the start of his destiny.

Crossover- Crossover with Charmed.

pairing(s)- Wyatt/Harry, Lucius/Severus

Rating-Nc-17

Warning(s)- Mpreg, slash, Hermione, Dumbledore bashing, AU.

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Chapter Seventeen

"Harry it's time to get up. You need to get dressed so we can get to your doctor appointment." Wyatt said gently shaking his napping husbands shoulder.

"Go 'way. I'm sleepy." Harry mumbled batting at Wyatt's hand.

"Come on love, you can go back to bed when we get home from your appointment, but we need to go. Remember we need to see if the baby's alright." Wyatt said trying to rouse Harry.

Sighing, Harry sat up and rubbed at his eyes. "I don't know why I'm so tired today. I went to bed early yesterday and I slept in late this morning."

"It's probably normal. I was really young when aunt Phoebe and aunt Paige were pregnant, but I'm sure I remember that they were always tired...and grumpy." Wyatt added after a few seconds.

"Alright, I'm getting up. Could you go and make me a cup of tea while I get dressed?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'll put it on the table for when you come downstairs."

Nodding, Harry watched Wyatt walk out of the room then dropped back down onto the pillows and buried himself under the blankets.

"Sucker." He mumbled closing his eyes.

A few minutes later, Wyatt walked back into the room and shook his head with a fond smile. Walking over to the bed, Wyatt sat down on the edge and gently shook Harry's shoulder again.

"Come on babe we have to go." Wyatt said rubbing Harry's back through the blanket.

"Can't we find a healer that makes house calls?" Harry whined.

"We'll ask healer Monroe if she makes house calls when we see her, and if she doesn't we'll ask her if she knows someone that does. Now up and at it. We're going to be late if you don't get up."

Groaning, Harry sat up and reluctantly crawled out of the bed.

"You owe me a back rub later for getting out of bed." Harry mumbled while dragging on one of the large black maternity tops and black sweatpants that now hung in his closet on.

"As many as you want for as long as you want." Wyatt promised.

"You're going to end up regretting that promise." Harry said already counting the times his back started to ache due to his large stomach.

"Maybe, maybe not. Now if you're ready come here so I can orb us to the healers." Wyatt said opening his arms so Harry could snuggle up to him.

Walking over to Wyatt, Harry settled himself into his arms and made sure to squeeze his eyes shut.

Smiling down at Harry, Wyatt closed his arms around him tightly and orbed them out of the master bedroom to the private residence of healer Monroe where she held her clinic.

Landing outside of the bright blue building, Wyatt gently helped Harry down the stairs leading to the basement, where the clinic was held...if the signs were right.

"Ah you must be Harry and Wyatt. Phoebe was excited when she called me and asked me to check on her nephews child. I must say it's very odd to see a pregnant male. I've only seen one before and that was when I was still learning the skills of a healer." The older woman said smiling at the two of them. "Oh where are my manners, please come and have a seat over here." She added leading the two over to a high doctors bed and the few recliners that sat around it.

Helping Harry up onto the bed, Wyatt chose to stand beside the bed to comfort Harry since he could feel the nerves just radiating from his pregnant spouse.

"Now mister Halliwell, uh Harry, how far along are you now?" She asked pulling her long brown hair up into a tight bun at the top of her head.

"Just over six months." Harry said.

"Good, I'm kind of disappointed that you waited so long to get a check up especially since male pregnancies are so dangerous."

"I just got pregnant recently, but I took a potion that accelerated my pregnancy to my sixth month." Harry explained.

"There's a potion that speeds up your pregnancy?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah. An old teacher of mine created it so that he could carry his own child to term."

"That's amazing. Has he decided on if he's going to put it on the market? That would be a great commodity to the wiccan community."

"I don't know if he's thought of doing anything like that. I would assume that he's going to now that he doesn't have to worry about the black mark on his name from back home."

"That would be wonderful. I've had to treat so many wiccan males that have lost a child because their bodies couldn't withstand carrying a child." She said sadly.

"I don't think he's even thought about marketing the potion out. If he did I think he might have done it long ago."

"Well I'd be grateful if you would have him come and see me so we could discuss the potion in further detail." She said. "But enough about that. Lets see how you and your baby is doing."

Moving over to a curtain that hung from the ceiling on a rod that allowed it to slide across the room to block out the sight, Healer Monroe pushed it aside and rolled a machine over to the bed.

"Now this big lug is an ultrasound machine. It lets us see a picture of the baby right here on this screen. So why don't you roll your shirt up and we'll get started." She said pulling a large tube off of the cart with the ultrasound machine.

Pushing his shirt up, Harry made sure to secure it in place with magic and then leaned back against the bed when the healer motioned for him to do so.

"I apologize now, because this gel is going to be cold. We can't use any magic or anything on it because it interferes with the equipment." She said dropping a large glob of the gel onto Harry's abdomen.

Jerking when he felt the coldness, Harry immediately settled down once he became accustomed to it.

"Sorry about that." She said giving a grin. Picking up the wand, she carefully started to run it all over Harry's stomach trying to locate the baby.

"There it is." She said pointing at the screen. "Do me a favor Harry. Roll onto your side for a second." She said gently pushing to help him roll. Running the wand over the side of his stomach she nodded, then had Harry roll onto to his other side and after a few seconds gave a mumbled, "That's what I thought."

Gently nudging him, she allowed Harry to roll back onto his back and said, "Alright. You can sit up and wipe your stomach up." Handing him a few tissues, she turned back to the machine and hit a few buttons which caused small pictures to print out of the machine.

"Well everything looks fine. I can tell you the gender if you'd like?" She offered.

Sharing a look, Harry and Wyatt both nodded at the same time.

"Well first off, you're not having just one baby...you're having three." She said.

"Three...three babies?" Harry asked staring down at his stomach. "Are you sure?"

Smiling, healer Monroe nodded and said, "I'm sure."

Reaching down, Harry touched his stomach and asked, "So how much bigger am I going to get?"

"You won't get much bigger than you are now don't worry about that. Now about the genders. You'll be having two girls and one little boy. These right here are the pictures that I just printed out from the ultrasound. Each one has the little text in the bottom right hand corner that says the gender of the baby."

"That's great." Wyatt said looking at Harry's stomach. "I guess we're going to have to get triple of everything."

"Well we won't have to worry about all the cribs and high chairs since aunt Phoebe, aunt Paige, and mom have one."

"Wait three cribs? We can't separate them and make them sleep in separate cribs when they're first born." Harry protested.

"Your husband is right. They've been so close since they've been conceived I doubt that any of them would really get a good nights sleep without being next to one another." Healer Monroe said. "Now I know this isn't much, but this is really all that I do when you come you come to see me. I just check up on the babies and make sure that you're doing okay. But I'll tell you now. You are to do nothing dangerous and you're to get as much rest as you can."

"I understand...besides I've been doing that since I woke up pregnant. My mother-in-law and Wyatt won't let me do much of anything myself." Harry said smiling at Wyatt.

"Well that's good then. Do you have any questions about the pregnancy or about the delivery?" Healer Monroe asked.

"How am I going to give birth? I mean I'm not a woman and I don't have the right parts, so..." Harry said letting his sentence trail off.

"Since, like you said, you don't have the correct parts, you'll have to have a C-section. That's where we cut your stomach open and we'll remove the babies that way. I know it sounds dangerous, but it isn't. This way has been done for years now and it's safe." She promised. "Are there any other questions?"

"Do you make house calls?" Wyatt asked remembering his previous conversation with Harry.

"I don't usually, and around this time I have quite a few patients that are about ready to give birth so I don't know if it would be possible. Having a healer that makes house calls would probably be best though. I realize that you can orb here, but that might not be good to do with a pregnant male."

"Do you know any healers that make house calls?" Harry asked.

"Not off of the top of my head, but let me make a few phone calls and I'll see if I can find one. There has to be at least one healer in the San Francisco area that does." She said pulling out a few pieces of paper. "Now comes the boring paper work."

"Aren't we supposed to fill this out first?" Wyatt asked looking at the paper.

"Usually, but since I don't give shots and I know all my patients before I see them, I don't see a problem with letting you all fill out the paperwork just before you leave." She explained while grabbing a notepad. "I'm going to give you this prescription for prenatal vitamins that you take once a day for the rest of your pregnancy. You can get the prescription filled at any drug store and I'm giving you three refills on the off chance that you carry the triplets to full term."

"I might give birth early? How early?" Harry asked.

"Most triplets, and even twins, aren't carried to full term, but don't worry giving birth a little early isn't a problem. That's also why I want you to rest. The chance of you having them too early is extremely high and with triplets they'll be small enough without staying in the womb to a date close to full term." She explained.

"That's it. You aren't getting out of bed until after you give birth." Wyatt swore.

Smiling at his antics, healer Monroe said, "Remember that I said he can move around the house normally. He doesn't need constant bed rest. He only needs to stay in the house and to rest if he looks, or feels, over tired."

"As long as he lets me get up and walk around I won't have any problem with being spoiled." Harry said.

"Well if that's all the questions you two had, here's the prescription and I'll call you within two days to let you know if I found a healer that makes house calls."

"That's great. Thank you Healer Monroe." Wyatt said helping Harry down from the bed.

"It's no problem, and like I said, I'll call you in a day or two." She promised.

"How should we pay you?" Wyatt asked suddenly.

"You don't owe me anything. I'm wealthy enough that I don't need to worry about money. Besides, I don't do this for the money. I do it for my fellow wiccans who are afraid of mortals or have a wiccan affliction."

"Thank you." Wyatt said already thinking about how he could repay her.

"It's no problem. Now go and enjoy the rest of the day and celebrate." She said smiling at them.

Wrapping his arm around Harry, Wyatt held him close and asked, "Are you sure it's okay if I orb Harry home? I wouldn't mind calling a cab and waiting if it would be safer."

"It'll be fine. Just don't do it constantly." She said smiling at his protective nature.

Nodding, Wyatt squeezed Harry a little tighter, and orbed them out of the basement office and back to their home.

Landing in the kitchen, Wyatt was instantly pushed away as Harry made a mad dash to the downstairs bathroom.

Rushing after Harry, Wyatt found Harry in front of the toilet emptying the contents of his stomach at an alarming pace.

Dropping to his knees beside Harry, Wyatt started to rub his back up and down trying to soothe Harry. "You're already passed the morning sickness stage, so I'm guessing this was from orbing."

"Well aren't you a smart one." Harry said bitterly while waddling over to the sink so he could rinse his mouth out a few times. "Sorry." Harry mumbled after he realized how that had sounded.

Wrapping his arms around Harry, Wyatt said, "It's alright, I understand."

Sniffling a little, Harry said, "It isn't alright. I have no right to be rude."

"Well I'm telling you that its alright to be mean to me every now and then. I mean I did get you pregnant after all."

"I guess that's true." Harry said.

"That is true. Now come on I want you to get off of your feet and rest." Wyatt ordered scooping Harry up into his arms.

"Wyatt I can walk by myself." Harry protested.

"I know, but I feel like carrying you." Wyatt said.

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry snuggled into Wyatt's arms and said, "Then while we're at it why don't you bring me to the living room and then make us something for lunch."

Walking into the living room, Wyatt carefully set Harry down on the couch and covered him with one of the blankets that was tossed over the back of the couch.

Grinning, Harry wrapped the blanket tightly around his body then shooed Wyatt out of the living room with a simple, "Go and make some food. Your babies are hungry."

Stretching when he heard a squeak Harry looked over to the owl entrance, a doggy door that was magically set to open when an owl flew towards it. Flying over to him was a pure black owl with piercing gold eyes.

"Hello beautiful what do you have for me?" Harry asked when the owl landed beside his head on the arm of the couch and held out its leg.

Taking the letter from the owl, Harry watched as the owl instantly shot back out of the owl entrance without waiting for a response.

On the back of the letter was sealed with red wax and the initials 'J.S' were in the middle of the wax imprint.

Slipping his finger underneath the flap, Harry pulled and gently separated the wax from the paper with barely any rips.

Mr. Harry James Halliwell and Mr. Wyatt Matthew Halliwell,

It has just come to my attention that an unknown British witch and wizard have slipped through our security and has come to San Francisco. We don't know if they are with the group of wizards that had attacked you previously, but we would like for you to be on the look out just in case they are.

My team of defense wizards are trying their hardest to find, and apprehend, these people, but have yet to be successful.

If they try to attack you, or your family please subdue them immediately then contact me and I will gather my defense team and we will come and arrest them. They will immediately be brought to Alcatraz, San Francisco's wizarding prison, until we can decide what we'll do with them.

We are sorry that this stress will be added to your shoulders so soon after your bonding and that these people will not leave you alone.

If you feel that they are around, or if you just think you need extra protection from my defense team, please feel free to either write to me or fire call me and I will immediately send someone out to your residence to keep guard.

Sincerely,

Jeffrey Scott,

San Francisco's minister of magic.

Staring at the paper in disbelief, Harry's hand started to tremble before he shouted out, "Wyatt, Get in here!"

The pounding of Wyatt's feet echoed through the house as he quickly ran towards the living room and dropped to his knees beside the couch.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked running his hands over Harry's sides and stomach.

Wordlessly handing Wyatt the letter, Harry watched as anger rolled over his face.

"You think that this is the same person that kidnapped you earlier?" Wyatt asked balling up the paper.

"I know it. They're the only witches and wizards that would disregard the word of a minister of magic and risk getting imprisoned." Harry said softly while stroking his stomach.

"Everything will be alright Harry. They won't hurt you or the babies. I'll make sure of it." Wyatt swore pulling Harry into a gentle hug. "I won't lose any of you to them."

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