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A New Evil	By : orcadarwin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry turned to Emily and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. She started to deepen the kiss, but gasped and bent over double as a pain ripped across her abdomen and she felt a slight wetness on her thighs. “Get Healer Michaels.” She said through the pain. A crack was heard as someone disapparated to find the healer. Harry picked Emily up and carried her towards the house.

            “Where can I take her, Molly?” he asked as he passed the shocked faces.

            Molly hurried ahead of him. “Let’s set her up in the living room. I’ll put out some cushions on the floor and make a place for her to be comfortable.” Stepping into the house, they heard a loud crack behind them. Harry ignored whoever it was, concentrating on getting Emily into the house and comfortable to wait for the healer.

            “What happened?” Healer Michaels spoke as Harry set Emily down and leaned her back against the cushions that Molly had set out.

            “I’m not sure. We were attacked, but I don’t think she got hit with anything. At one point I had to push her out of the way of a spell.” Harry said, holding Emily’s hand and grimacing at the pressure she was putting on it.

            Emily breathed heavily, “I fell down at that point and that’s when the pains started.”

            Healer Michaels waved her wand over Emily and clucked her tongue. “Pre-mature labor and it’s too far along for me to try to stop it,” she said. “Mr. Potter, get behind her and support her back. Molly, I’ll need some clean towels and a blanket, some hot water and some scissors. You there, boy, hand me that bag.” She said, pointing at Ron. He handed her the bag with shaky hands and bolted out of the room, not having the stomach for seeing this. Hermione took his place and handed the healer things when she needed them. Molly returned with a blanket and towels, levitating a bowl of hot water in front of her. “Thank you,” the healer said as Emily cried out in pain from the contraction.

            Emily squeezed Harry hand as the pain ripped through her, holding her breath until it passed. “Oh, dear, don’t hold your breath. Breathe through the pain, it will help.” Molly said, noticing what Emily was doing. Emily looked at her and let out the breath she was holding. That did feel a bit better, not perfect, but not as painful. Healer Michaels smiled and nodded, letting her know that she was doing good. Harry placed a kiss on the top of her head, and held both of her hands in his from his place behind her.

            “Okay, Emily, looks like you are ready. With the next contraction, I want you to push down as hard as you can.” The healer said, looking into Emily’s eyes. Emily nodded and when she felt the next pain, she squeezed Harry’s hand tightly and pushed down with all her might. “Good, good, now again with the next one.” Healer Michaels said as the pain passed and Emily stopped pushing. The pain came again almost instantly, so Emily pushed down again. “Good, the head is out, rest and then we will push more in a moment.” She said, supporting the baby’s head while she cleared the nose and mouth allowing the child to breath. Another pain came that had Emily pushing down before the Healer was ready for her to. Before she knew it, the baby had slipped out into her hands fully. Shocked, she turned to Hermione who was holding a towel out and placed the baby in her arms. Taking another towel, she cleaned up the child and then wrapped a blanket around the crying baby. Turning back to Harry and Emily, she presented their child to them, “Your son.” Emily smiled, tears running down her face and reached to take her son from the healer. Harry looked on in amazement at the life he helped to create. He reached a shaky hand out and touched his son’s forehead.

            “He’s beautiful.” Emily whispered, touching her son’s face as Harry touched his forehead. “We’ve never discussed names.” She said, looking up at Harry.

            “I’d kinda like to him after my father and godfather, James Sirius, but if you don’t want to, that’s okay.” Harry said, ducking his head in embarrassment.

            Emily reached over and placed her hand on his chin and raised his head to look at her. “I think it’s a wonderful name, Harry. James Sirius Potter, kinda has a nice ring to it,” she smiled. Harry kissed her then.

            “I love you, Emily Potter. More than life. I love our little James as well,” he said as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. Hermione and Molly sniffed a little at this, hiding their faces in their hands for a moment. Healer Michaels tended to Emily to finish the birthing process and clean her up.

            “Now, Emily, you need to take it easy for a while. Feed him whenever he wants to be fed. He’s very small, being 6 weeks early, but that’s not a huge deal. He’s healthy and just needs to gain some weight. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to give me a shout. I do want to see you in a few weeks, but I’ll come to you. Floo travel is okay with the newborn, I don’t recommend apparition for a while, though,” the healer told them. She then stepped to the floo and left.

            Hermione and Molly quietly left the living room, leaving the new parents alone with their baby boy. Outside, they were bombarded with questions. Molly held up her hand, “We have a James Sirius Potter now, bonding with his parents. Please allow them time to themselves for a little while. I’m sure they will allow visitors soon.”

            A cheer rose from the crowd and they all retired to the tent to begin the reception, even though the bride and groom were otherwise occupied. Before long, Hermione appeared and said that Harry and Emily were coming out to the reception with little James Sirius, for everyone to meet, before they headed home. Harry stepped into tent behind her and Emily followed, carrying a small bundle in her arms. They both smiled at their friends and allowed them to gather around to see the baby. Ginny stood off to the side, aggravated that her plan hadn’t worked and worried that her family had replaced her with Emily, just as Harry had. After several minutes, Harry moved forward to speak.

            “Thank you all for coming to witness our marriage and surprisingly the birth of our child. We will be going now, but I’m sure we will be seeing most, if not all of you soon,” he said and then moved back to his wife’s side. Emily smiled up at him, shifting their son in her arms. “We should be going and get this little one settled into his new home.” She nodded in agreement and they turned back towards the house to floo back home.

            Arriving back at their home, Harry ushered Emily and James upstairs to bed to rest. It had been an extremely eventful day and he knew that she must be exhausted. As she sat down on the bed, James began stirring and moving his head towards his mother’s breast. He was hungry and with Harry’s help she lifted her shirt and began feeding her son. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that she was giving her son something no one else could. Harry looked on, eager to help if needed. She rested against the pillows he propped up behind her and sighed contentedly, looking up at Harry as their son sucked greedily on her milk. “How did I get so lucky?” she asked.

            “I’m the lucky one. You saved me from a life of depression. You’ve given me this beautiful life here to love. James is a wonderful addition to my life, our life. I feel like I’m in a dream.” Harry said. He kissed his wife tenderly and settled in next to her, watching their son as he ate.

Three years later…

            Emily stood in the kitchen cooking alongside Kreacher, humming a tune in her head. She had news for Harry and couldn’t wait for him to get home. James was playing nearby with a few toys, looking up at the fireplace every few minutes. He loved his father and couldn’t wait for him to get home each day. Whenever he heard the fire flare to life, he would jump up and then run straight into Harry’s waiting arms. Just then, the fire flared to life and Emily turned to watch as James jumped up and raced to his father who stepped from the fireplace easily and swept their son up into his arms. Walking over to the sink, he placed a kiss on Emily’s lips, “Ron and Hermione say hi. She’s doing well, the morning sickness is just beginning though,” he said, placing James on his shoulders.

            “You look tired. Ron’s leg still bothering him?” she asked, seeing the bags under her husband’s eyes. He was working harder than before, since Ron’s accident, taking up the slack that his friend has cause with his absence from work. Harry nodded slightly and then bounced James a little, causing the boy to laugh and scream for more. Harry smiled and began galloping around the kitchen, listening to his son laughing. “Dinner is ready, if you want to change first.” Emily said, smiling at her two boys.

            “Nah, I’ll wait. I want to shower first, and that will take too long, since dinner’s ready.” Harry said and lifted James off his shoulders easily to set him down at the table for dinner. The family ate dinner, talking animatedly about their day. James telling his father of the games he and Emily and Kreacher had played. After dinner, Harry took James into the library to read a story before bed. After the story ended and James fifth yawn, Harry took him upstairs and met Emily in James’ room. The two of them put the boy to bed, telling him that they would play more tomorrow. Sighing softly, Emily placed her hand in Harry’s and her head on his shoulder as they walked to their room. He let go of her hand to head to the shower, he felt horribly dirty after the full day at work. He had to actually chase someone today and he didn’t like to have to run after people. That made him angrier than he was to start with.

            Stepping under the hot water, he let out a huge sigh, allowing the water to wash away all the dirt and soreness from the day. He washed his hair and as he started to put his head under the water to rinse it, he felt soft hands on his shoulders, kneading the muscles. He groaned and allowed her to continue the massage. Emily knew that he had a hard day at work, so she decided to treat him to a massage in the shower, and tell him her news. She worked her hands over his shoulder muscles and moved them down his back muscles. When she felt him relax, she slipped her arms around his waist, rubbing small circles on his stomach. Leaning forward, she put her lips next to his ear and whispered, “What would you say to a sibling for James?”

            Harry shivered at the feel of her lips against his ear, and then registered what she was saying. He turned abruptly in her arms and looked her in the eye, “Are you serious? You’re pregnant?”

            Emily nodded and Harry swooped in and captured her lips in a crushing kiss. “This is the best news I’ve heard in a long time, Emily. I love you so much and have wanted more kids, but I was waiting for you to bring it up. I didn’t want you to feel rushed.”

            Emily laughed, “Oh, Harry, you aren’t going to rush me into anything that I don’t want. I want to have your babies, lots and lots of them.”

            Taking her in his arms, he kissed her again, tenderly. She opened her mouth to him allowing his tongue entry and sighed at the feel. She loved when Harry made love to her; he always made her feel so special, loved and wanted. She would never get enough of that feeling. The water rained down on them, washing the soap out of Harry’s hair. The shower forgotten, he pushed her up against the wall and then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him. He growled and deepened the kiss even more as he sank into her, feeling like he was home. Her warmth enveloped him and after only a few strokes, they both reached the now familiar height and were falling, wrapping their arms around each other and holding tight.

A/N : So, tell me what you think, please. Does it need anything more added to it, taken away from it?
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