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Everything Unexpected,
Prologue part2:
Harry walked into Number 12
Grimwald place, with a worried Hermione following close behind. He glanced around,
no one seemed to be here, and for once Harry was glad of it. Considering what
he had learned today he was going to need some time to sort things out, as
having a baby changes everything.
“I am going up to my room for a
little while, Hermione, I just want to have some time to think by myself.” He
said, addressing her for the first time since they left the Hogwarts infirmary.
“And please, if anyone comes over don’t tell them about this, I want to do it.”
Hermione smiled softly at him and
gave him a hug, “Of course I won’t say anything, Harry. Do you want me to make
you some tea and bring it up to you?”
“If you don’t mind, Hermione that
would be wonderful.”
Harry made his way up to his room,
sat down on his bed, and pulled a blanket around his shoulders. He just sat
there thinking, how many things were going to change in his life now. He had
gone through so many things, and thought that he was finally going to have a
chance to do what he wanted to for once; obviously the Fates decided that they
weren’t done with him yet. Gods, what am
I going to do with a baby? He thought to himself; despair taking hold
temporarily.
Hermione managed to break the mood,
as she entered with the promised cup of tea. Handing the cup to him she kneeled
at his feet and looked into his eyes, her hands unconsciously rubbing his knee.
“I know you better than you think I
do Harry Potter,” she began. “You are always the worrier, never really seeing
your own self worth. I know this changes a lot, but every plan has to have room
for adjustments, and this baby is going to be a big adjustment. But please
remember that you have friends who love you and we will help you through
anything.” She stood up, kissed him on the cheek and made her way out of the
room, only pausing at the door to tell him that she was just down stairs if he
wanted to talk.
Harry had tears in his eyes as she
left, why his friends were so loyal he would never know, but he would remain
eternally grateful.
He looked down at his flat stomach,
thinking of the life growing inside, and smiled for the first time that day. He
was going to a father, or was that mother? Either way, he was going to have a
family again, and the thought warmed him right down to his core. Plans would
have to change, he couldn’t go into auror training this fall if he was
pregnant, so he would have to pull his application and look into another
career, one with a lot less risks.
As Harry sat in
his room, Hermione was down in the kitchen pulling food out of the icebox for
dinner. Her thoughts however, were not
on food, but on the young man upstairs. She had read a little on male pregnancy,
in order for them to occur, both parties must be fairly powerful wizards, and
there had to be a lot of powerful emotions at the time of conception. Anger and
hate were not the right emotions to create a child, they had to be emotions of
intense caring and love, and it had to be an incredibly strong love at that.
That could only mean that despite what she had thought, Draco, and she knew it
was his, had to have cared for Harry deeply. But if that was the case, what
would motivate him to up and leave with so much a good bye? Hermione hated that
she couldn’t just go to the library and look up the answer.
Two arms wrapped
around her waist and she let out a small shriek, turning around in time to
catch the person’s cheek with her fist.
“Ow, Hermione,
what you do that for?” Ron asked, holding his quickly bruising face.
“Ron Weasley,
don’t you ever scare me like that
again!” She yelled at him. Laughter at the kitchen door caused her to flush as
she realized she had an audience. Arthur and Molly Weasley were there, flanked
by Ginny, all three of them had amused smiled dancing across there lips.
“Now children,”
Molly said, making no effort to hide her mirth. “Play nice.” Then she touched
Ron’s cheek with her wand, murmuring a light healing charm before going over to
the ice box and pulling out more things for dinner. For a moment Ron just stood
there moving his jaw around as the soreness began to fade.
“Jees Hermione,
you sure pack a punch, what’s got you so on edge anyway.” When she just scowled
at him he held his hands out to her imploringly. “Oh, come on we weren’t
exactly being quiet on our way in, so what’s got you so jumpy?”
“Its nothing
Ron, really, I was just lost in thought and obviously not paying any attention
to what was going on around me.” She said with a smile.
Ron glanced
around, “where’s Harry at?” He asked. “I need to ask him about something.”
“He’s up in his
room.” She answered, but quickly grabbed him by the arm when he turned towards
the door. “Can it wait awhile, till he comes down? I think Harry would rather
be alone for a while.”
“Yeah, it can
wait, but do you mind telling me what’s up?”
“Will you at
least tell me if this is something I need to be worried about?”
“It’s not, I
promise. Harry jut got some interesting news today and I think he wants to make
sure its all sorted out before tells everyone.” She said, trying to reassure
everyone.
“Alright you
two, out you go. Let me have some room to get this dinner cooked.” Molly piped
up, breaking the tension “Ginny would you mind helping me?” Ron, Hermione, and
Arthur all headed out to the living room while Ginny quietly grumbled about
having to help.
a
A soft knock
brought Harry out of his thoughts enough to whisper “Come in” Hermione opened
the door and walked in carrying a dinner tray.
“I thought you
might be hungry.” She said softly, setting the tray down on the nightstand next
to the bed.
“I am thank you.”
She kissed him again and made her way out.
Harry picked up
the plate and began to eat, before losing himself in thoughts again, he sent a
silent thank you to Madame Pomfrey for the anti nausea potion.
His thoughts had
turned at this point to how everyone would react to the ‘Savior of the Wizarding
World’ being pregnant. Everyone had accepted his sexuality easily, although some
had teased him unmercifully. The wizard world had much different view of
Homosexuality than the muggle world did. It had been there since the beginning of
time, so it was accepted at somewhat natural. How they would react to a wizard
being pregnant though was what left Harry baffled; he had never heard of such a
thing before and so it had him a little worried. And from what Madame Pomfrey
had said, it was extremely rare.
From there, his thoughts
turned to how he got pregnant in the first place, and landed on Draco. Gods, he
was going to have to face him again, now, when he was finally getting over what
had happened. Draco obviously didn’t want to pursue a relationship, but it made
Harry’s heart clench at the thought of seeing him again.
He had started
noticing Draco in a different light shortly after the blonde had gone to
Dumbledore and requested protection from Death eaters that would be coming
after him, seeing as he had refused to take his fathers place in Voldemorts
ranks. Draco was then sent to Number twelve Grimwald place, where slowly his relationship
with the ‘Dream team’, as he liked to call them, began to change. Slowly, he
seemed to warm up to everyone, that was when Harry started taking him aside for
training in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry smiled as he thought back on
Draco’s reaction to the news that Harry was going to be his tutor.
“What could possibly teach me, Potter? We
both went through the same courses at school.” Draco said with a slight sneer.
“Yeah, but you were never apart of
Dumbledore’s Army and you Never spent four hours a night, at least three days a
week practicing what we had been taught or looking up stuff to learn that they
weren’t teaching us in class.” Harry had replied, humor dancing in his eyes.
Draco’s eyes widened a bit with a hint of
new found respect, before taking his position in the training room and faced of
with Harry.
That was when it
started, Harry began to see the real Draco under all the masks and lies that
had been there for years, as well as getting a good eye full of a very naked
chest when they were sparing. Their conversations got longer, and they began to
seek each other for companionship aside from training. Even Ron grudgingly
admitted that he enjoyed the Slytherin’s company, so over the summer, they laid
all bad feelings aside and formed a tentative truce.
Harry, with a
lot of help, had finally defeated Voldemort in early may. Two weeks later,
Harry was wondering the hall feeling restless. Not really paying attention to
where he was going, he found himself in from of a large portrait of Merlin; it
was the door to Draco’s Head Boy rooms. A knock and a clash of eyes was all it
took.
Harry knew that he
would probably never find another person who would make who could make him feel
that way again; although he would never admit it to anyone else. ‘Damn it, he
helped to make this baby,’ he thought suddenly angry, ‘he is just going to have
to deal with seeing me, and he is going to have to answer some questions.’
Setting his
plate aside, Harry quickly changed into a pair of silk pajama bottoms and lay
down on his bed. ‘Tomorrow, I will have to go to Malfoy Manor and talk to
Draco.’
a
The following morning,
Harry found himself in front of Malfoy Manor. It was a truly awesome sight;
obviously it had been standing for at least a two or three centuries, made of
large, light grey stone bricks and heavily influenced by gothic design. The towers
were topped with steeply pointed peaks and stone gargoyles. Harry briefly wondered
if they were only stone statues, before raising his hand to grasp kno knocker
and knocking three times. A few moments later the solid door was opened by a
thin old man who looked at him fundeunder bushy eyebrows.
“What can I do
for you, sir?” the old man wheezed.
“I am here to
speak to Draco Malfoy, is he in?”
“No sir, Mr.
Malfoy has left the country on an extended trip abroad.”
Harry stared at the
man for a moment, desperately trying to control his features as he grasped
exactly what the butler had said.
“Uh…do you know
how he may be reached, it is rather important that I speak to him.”
“All he told meir, ir, is to keep the Manor in good repair and not to expect him back anytime in
the near future.”
“Did he even
mention where he was going?” Harry asked, almost desperately.
“No sir.”
“I see, well,
thank you for your time.” And with that Harry turned and walked away.
Draco wasn’t here;
in fact he was completely unreachable, if the butler could be believed. Harry
felt himself trembling in anger at the blonde man, ‘How could he? Why couldn’t
he have stayed that day, and why did he leave the country?’ He was red faced
with rage when he got outside the gates, apparatome,ome, stormed up to his
room, slamming doors on the way.
angeanger can
only sustain a person so long, and Harry collapsed on his bed in tears. He
sobbed until his already exhausted body gave up the fight to stay awake and he
descended to blissful darkness.
Hermione found
Harry later that afternoon, asleep on top of his covers, with tear streaks
staining his smooth cheeks. Her temper went through the roof, ‘Damn Draco for
hurting him again.” She snarled to herself. Taking a couple deep breaths she
forced herself to calm down. Sitting on the bed next to Harry, she gently shook
him awake. Sleepy blood shot eyes, met her own cinnamon brown ones, a slight
smile showed up on his lips but didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Hey sleepy
head, everyone’s going to be here soon.” She said quietly. It had be come habit
for some members of the Order to get together once a week for dinner, the
general idea was to keep on top of things in regard to any dark activity. But
usually they used it for an excuse to get together with friends.
“Besides,”
Hermione continued, “if you stay up here all night tonight, I doubt I will be
able to stop Ron from breaking down your door.” Harry chuckled and told her he
would be ready in time.
a
A few hours
later, everyone full from dinner, they sat around the living room talking among
themselves. Harry looked around the room, Albus, Minerva, Molly and Arthur were
just to his right; Remus, Tonks, and Moody across the room; Ron, Hermione, Neville,
Ginny and the Weasley twins were just to his left. Some were drinking tea;
others nursing a stiff drink, now seemed the best time to drop the news of his
impending parenthood.
He cleared his
throat and gained almost instant silence, which made him a tad uncomfortable.
“Go on, Harry.”
Hermione said, encouragingly.
Harry just
nodded to her and took a deep breath.
“I have some
news that I think I should share with all of you. Since you are all here, now
would be the best time to broach it, I think. First, ouldould tell you that I have
pulled my application from the auror training department.” Silence, then a wave
of questions that mainly consisted of ‘why?’
“I understand
your shock, but I have a good reason, if you will allow me to explain. You see I
just found out I am going to be a father.”
Half the eyes in the room turned toward
Hermione, who flushed hotly and snapped, “Don’t look at me.” Harry laughed at
the look on her face, which just brought her scowl to rest on him. Shaking his
head, he laughed until he had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“God, I needed
that. No I am afraid you have it wrong, Hermione’s not pregnant.” He had to
stop to take a breath and keep from chuckling some more.
“Then who is,
Harry?” Molly asked.
“I am.” He
replied quietly.
Silence.
“I don’t think I
heard you right,” Ron finally said. “Did you just say that you were Pregnant?”
“Yes, Ron, I
did.”
“Oh, alright
then.” And he promptly passed out.
a
The following
months went by rather blissfully, everyone turned out to be wonderfully
supportive. Harry grew huge but his pregnancy went fairly easily. During those
months, Ron and Hermione finally got together and Harry asked them to be
godparents, which they accepted, of course. As far as Draco was concerned,
after sending out countless of owls, Harry gave up hope on ever seeing him
again.
It was February 17th, 2000, just
before dinner when the contractions started. Ron and Hermione, who were living
there now, quickly gathered his things and rushed him to Hogwarts. Albus
escorted them up to the infirmary, where Poppy had bed in a private area, all
ready for him. It was a long night.
Ron and Hermione
stayed with him the whole night, while he tried to verbally curse Draco Malfoy
into an early grave. Thankfully, Poppy just pretended not to hear and went
about her monitoring. It was just before dawn, when Harry began to push in
earnest, desperate to expel his burden. In fact the sun had just peaked over
the mountains when a baby’s cry raut tut through the infirmary.
“Congratulations,
Mr. Potter, you have a beautiful, healthy baby girl.” Poppy said happily.
Laying the squalling bundle in her father’s arms, “What are you going to name
her?”
Harry looked in
awe at the tiny human in his arms.
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