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Just Let Me Die	By : prongsforever27 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 30277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: finished my degree, getting the writing bug again...a short chapter but enjoy x

Chapter Thirteen: One...Two...Three

One...two...three...one...two...three

Steps on the floor, back and forward, back and forward.

One...two...three...one...two...three...four

"He's been doing that for days!"

"I know Hermione; you've had us watching him non-stop since Saturday!"

"But he's in the library! No one goes to the library!"

"You do"

"Oh you know what I mean. This is Harry we are talking about!"

"Yes, Harry. The same Harry who has endured years of abuse at the hands of his parents' murderer. The same Harry who has only recently returned to a state of awareness after a potion to bring him back from insanity. The very same Harry who found out last week that he was PREGNANT! Think Mione, we're not the same people we were before he disappeared, why should he be? Let him come to us."

They sat in the dim lighting of Ron's bedroom. The bed in which Harry used to sleep had been removed long ago, after the memories of the green eyed bespectacled boy had become too much. Right before Ron and Hermione had been kidnapped, before they had gone chasing a lead that would lead them not only to Harry, but to Voldemort himself. Five days ago Hermione had told Ron of their best friend's plight, his pregnancy.

Harry had now reached 18 weeks and his appetite continued to be absent at meals, although his cool and closed demeanour remained pushing those closest farther away. He paced back and forth across the library floor. Rarely speaking except in sharp dismissal, focusing on reading the tomes possessed in the Black family library. Harry's freedom of the house meant that the Order meetings had to be moved for a short period of time, excused as nothing more than disinfestations of several bogarts that had taken up home in the ancient oak cupboards. The only members allowed in were those who knew of Harry's continued existence, this made for a very tense atmosphere in the house.

"Ron what if he's not himself though, what if..."

"Hermione, it's him. Think about it, how would you react if you had just found out that you were pregnant by the guy who raped you. He's a guy, this is totally unexpected for him, and I guess he's just fed up with letting everyone else hold the knowledge about his life."

One...two...three, drops from a kettle one...two...three. He passed over the cup to his companion.

"Are you quite certain Albus?"

"Yes, I am Minerva. Harry is pregnant and this is what will kill him. I do not believe that even Harry is capable of escaping death three times. We just need to figure out how to finish off Voldemort beforehand."

"Is there no way?"

"The fetus is settled on his stomach, as the fetus grows the space available to his lungs will decrease. Harry will grow weaker, his energy stores will deplete and if continues eating as much as he is at the moment...we can't abort because the fetus is attached too close to the diaphragm. He will have symptoms much like that of a condition in the muggle world know as a hernia. He will be in constant pain from around twenty weeks and bed ridden by thirty."

"and the caesarean?"

"Poppy will perform it, of that there is no question but as to how it will go...Harry's never exactly been of an average height and weight but how he will cope with little to no stomach..."

"And the baby?"

"If the baby survives we shall have to raise it, far away from here. Somewhere safe away from the horrors of the war here."

The calming draught in his tea helping to diffuse the fear he felt.

One...two...three, pacing the floor one, two, three.

One...two...three...clock hands turn one...two...three.

He was in the room again. Video screens surrounding him showing images of what had been, what is and what is yet to come.

Nobody is even trying my pet. They don't even realise you've gone.

Hermione reading from a large dusty tome, Ron following her like a puppy. The disappointed blue eyed gaze of his mentor. His adoptive mother cooking and cleaning in the dark and murky kitchen, the feast she provides lies barely touched on the library desk. Voldemort in control of his body like a muggle robot. No care for either his body or the life glowing and growing inside him. The magic swirling around them both keeping them alive while Harry watches helpless to make his friends realise, he wasn't himself and they would pay for his weakness.

Ssh now pet, soon they will pay for their blindness and you can sleep forever as your son grows as my heir and we rule the world.

Soon my pet you won't need to worry about the lack of care for you. They only care for your body, they needn't worry, your body is safe with me. Your baby is safe with me.

"Your baby is safe with you..."

One...two...three, books on a shelf, books on the floor, one...two...three

Hermione searched amongst the books lying across the shelves of the Black family library. Dusty volumes surrounding magic, the dark arts and healing. She went deeper inside the air was thick and heavy with damp. She was searching for the books Harry was reading at all hours of the day and night. He hadn't spoken to her in days, to anyone in days preferring the company of the written word. But the books here were covered in dust an inch thick, so much dust that not even Mrs Weasley had dared to clean. About to turn back a shelf stuck out amongst the others, yes it was dusty but the dust looked different, cleaner if possible. The gold writing etched on the spines of the books on this shelf spoke of healing magic, but for one book. The build of it was thin, barely noticeable. Hermione picked it out and wiped off the thin layer of dust that had settled atop the title.

Healing sorcery and Male pregnancy

"Well that would explain it but what am I missing..." She replaced the book and continued to search along the row.

"Hey Harry, how are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm fine thank you."

"You haven't touched you lunch?"

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat, for both you and the..."

"Don't you understand I said I'm fine! Please just leave me alone!" Harry snapped at the woman he considered as good as a mother to him. He never registered her hurt face or the tear stricken eyes as he stormed out the room to go upstairs to what was quickly becoming known as Harry's tower. A tray of uneaten soup and juice lay cold on the table next to the uneaten breakfast to match the uneaten dinner tray Molly held. She placed it down and moved to the pile of books left deserted on the floor.

Magical pregnancies and promoting the best environment for your baby

'Hmm nothing strange, why the secrecy?' Molly picked up the three food trays and left to join the rest of the clan in the basement kitchen.

"Three days! It's been three days since he's even touched one of my meals, and with the little one on the way. He's shown no sign of fatigue so how is he doing it? Are any of you bringing him meals?"

"No, Mrs Weasley. What about Kreacher?"

"Kreacher? Hermione Kreacher has been dead for little over a year, and no other house elves have been allowed admittance after the disappearance of a few of our Order members. Albus placed some wards around all safe houses along with Bill so that the only living things that could gain entry are the ones that are keyed into the wards."

"Oh, how...how did he die?"

Molly studied her non-biological daughter carefully before replying. "He was killed when he tried to escape and pass information to one of you-know-who's supporters. Killing him was the only way to ensure that we remained in some semblance of safety here."

"A lot has changed..."

"And a lot of it hasn't. The three of you are home now and although none of you are the same as when you had left parts of you remain. Namely your innate curiosity to learn as much as you can, Rons ability to somehow eat me out of house and home and Harrys skill in getting into trouble even when he is half out of his mind and comatose. Hermione...none of you have really said what happened to you there?"

"Mrs Weasley please,"

"Molly dear you're as good as one of my own and though you shant call me mother I'm sure we can do without the formality of Mrs all the time don't you?"

"Molly," She started again eyes downcast watching herself wring her hands in her lap. "Please don't ask me that. I'm not ready to tell...I just...I have to focus on Harry right now. It's just what we do. Harry gets into trouble and we help him out of it. Besides if we don't who will?"

"We all will!"

"But it's not the same. Harrys never been one to trust authoritive figures, the Durselys have to take a lot of the blame for that. But he trusts us, and I know that he will ask us for help. He just needs time to accept it. He's starting to accept it; he's been reading about pregnancy in the library upstairs."

"Yes I saw some of the books he's been reading."

"He'll come to us, I know he will."

One...two...three...hands on a clock face one...two...three

One...two...three...Hands turning clockwise one...two...three...

One...two...three...Hands on home safe one...two...

A/N: Meep sorry for the long break but I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I have now completed my midwifery degree (I'm graduating on Wednesday so wish me luck!) so I am trying to write more. I've made this fic my number one priority for completion purely because it won't leave me alone and keeps poking me in the head telling me to write it. The amount of notes I have for this fic scattered around the place is purely unbelievable...either ways thank you for reading up till now if you have any comments or suggestions please feel free to let me know via review or private message I don't really mind. Thank you! xxx
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