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Secunda Fortuna	By : angelwarrior1 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 43890 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Secunda Fortuna

By: Angelwarrior1

Rating: M

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harry Potter

Summary: He had survived the final battle, but he carried something with him. Fearing the reaction the wizarding world would have, Harry Potter left and traveled to Gotham City…

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Chapter 1:

The battle had been rather anti-climatic for Harry in the end. He had risen up after Hagrid had carried his body back to Hogwarts. Voldemort had been understandably shocked. He then grew enraged and started proclaiming an early victory by saying how he would enjoy killing Harry. Again. He shot off the Killing curse once more and fell down dead when it ricocheted off of Harry and flew back at him. Harry had also spoken the disarming spell, "Expelliarmus", at the same time. He could now wield the Elder Wand. He was the Master of Death. While the crowd of Order members cheered and took down escaping Death Eaters, no one noticed the orb of light float from Voldemort’s dead body into Harry’s.

2 Months Later…

The wizarding world was slowly but surely getting back on its feet. Rogue Death Eaters were being rounded up by the Aurors. The Ministry was getting itself back in order. As for Harry, well… Everyone wanted a piece of the Savior. Reporters camped out around his residence 24-7. He could barely leave the bloody house at first without a group of people to fend off the blood suckers. Eventually, Hermione had suggested he get a restraining order. He did. It was now illegal to camp outside of Harry Potter’s house. He had all of his mail routed to go to the Ministry to be checked for any spells. Once a week he would head in to check it. He picked random days and times for his mail trips.

The reporters still found him.

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The toilet flushed, taking the contents of Harry’s lunch with it. He quickly got up and washed his face. Green eyes took in the appearance reflected back at them in the mirror. This had been going on for a while now. He wasn’t sure what the hell was wrong with him, but he was getting damn tired of having to run to the loo every bloody morning.

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"Ron? There’s something I need to tell you."

"What is it Hermione?"

"I… I’ve been experiencing some odd symptoms for about a month now. I’ve been tired and throwing up every morning. I’m also sore and Ron… I haven’t had my period…"

Harry could hear a quick intake of breath from around the corner. He would have felt guilty for eavesdropping on his best friends very private conversation, except he was too busy freaking out. He was having some of those symptoms himself… He had been throwing up pretty much every morning and sometimes even in the afternoon for… Well it started happening about a month after the final battle. At first he thought he was just throwing up due to anxiety over everything going on around him.

For a while it seemed he couldn’t get a moments peace and he was very stressed as a result. Understandably, when he started waking up extremely nauseous, he didn’t think much of it. Only now, he was always tired and he was suddenly sore in his chest area. He obviously didn’t have a period to miss, but he certainly had everything else Hermione had just told Ron.

"Bloody hell Hermione! Why didn’t you tell me? We need to get you a healer!"

"I’ve already been to one Ron."

"You have? Well what’d they say?"

Harry leaned in more to hear Hermione’s answer, desperate for some clue to his ailment.

"I’m pregnant."

"Blimey…"

Harry vaguely registered the heavy thunk of a body falling onto the floor, before feeling his legs give out and the floor meeting his bum. Pregnant? There was no way! That was insane! That couldn’t be what was wrong with him. It just wasn’t. Males didn’t get pregnant. He lifted himself off of the floor and left the house of his two best friends in a daze.

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1 Month Later…

Harry had started sequestering himself away in Grimmauld Place after his learning of Hermione’s pregnancy and was living in denial about his own condition. He refused to believe he could be pregnant. Sure, the magic world had some seemingly impossible things happen in it all the time, but a pregnant Harry Potter wasn’t one of them. It just couldn’t be. The universe wouldn’t screw him over that bad. Right?

During his time hidden away from the world he’d taken to brooding and basically drinking himself into a blissful ignorance. He contemplated doing such a thing right now, but found that even he couldn’t stand another night of the dark and utterly silent Grimmauld Place. He left instead and headed to a muggle bar to drown out the many thoughts swarming through his mind.

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He wasn’t sure what started the brawl, all he knew was getting punched in the face out of nowhere hurt. A lot. Therefore, he had no qualms about throwing a punch back at the bastard who'd hit him. After that it was a blur of hits sometimes landing and other times not. His fists, legs, feet and sometimes even his head landed a blow to some unlucky person and then there was the thunderous sound of a small scale battle going on all around him.

What woke him from his chaotic void of blood shed was a blow… To his stomach. It was like suddenly he hadn’t had numerous glasses of alcohol earlier in the evening. It was like waking up after a terribly long sleep.

Harry quickly took out the muggle attacking him and left the bar as quickly as possible. He raced to the nearest alley and apparated to Grimmauld Place. All the while he was holding his stomach. Harry was scared. It was one thing to deny the pregnancy, but he had gone out and consumed a substance that could harm his child. The same substance he had been drinking for the last month. Then there was the hit… Did he even possibly have a child inside his stomach anymore?

He needed to find out, because if he did have a life forming inside of his body, it was his responsibility to care for it.

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At first Harry hadn’t known what to do in order to find out if he had a child growing inside of him. St. Mungo’s certainly wasn’t an option and he couldn’t go to Hermione with this. That only left a muggle hospital, but that came with its own set of problems. A muggle doctor would freak the moment he found out Harry was a male. Unless…

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Harry squirmed a bit in discomfort in the skirt he was wearing. The outfit he was wearing wasn’t terribly inspired. Just a simple baby tee and a knee length skirt with a pair of flats. He had used some of Dudley’s old cast offs and transfigured them. They would serve their purpose at any rate.

"Harleen Evans?"

"Yes?"

"This way please."

Harry followed the woman into a cold room with some equipment set up. He had already had to pee in a cup earlier and after waiting around the waiting room for who knew how long he would finally hear the results.

"The doctor will be in shortly. In the meantime, you need to remove your skirt and underwear and cover your bottom half with this sheet." The nurse held up a flimsy looking piece of paper that Harry doubted would cover him adequately.

He nodded to show he understood and did as she said. He hid his wand under the sheet with his leg.

After another period of waiting, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

"Hello, Miss Evans." A middle aged male doctor popped his head through the crack of the door as he entered the room.

"Hello." Harry greeted back nervously.

"Well, I won’t beat around the bush. You must be terribly nervous. The urine test came back positive. You are in fact pregnant."

Harry’s ears felt like water was rushing through them after they heard those words. It was true then. He was really pregnant… Fear went through him at that thought. How? How could he be pregnant? He’d never even had sex before. Was this like what the muggles referred to as an immaculate conception?

Then he thought of all the alcohol he'd consumed during his period of denial and the blow to his stomach. Was the child alright? He didn't know what he would do if his actions had killed the growing baby inside his body.

"How far…?" Harry asked in a quiet daze.

"How far along are you? Well, I really won’t know until I get a look. If you’ll just lay down, I can perform the ultra sound."

Harry felt himself nod and laid down. When the doctor turned he moved quickly and confunded the man. He watched nervously as the man's eyes glazed a bit, then continued on with prepping. He felt the cold hands of the doctor as he moved the sheet down a bit, exposing his stomach. His shirt was pushed up, exposing his flat chest. The doctor was too dazed to notice. He felt the coldness of gel gliding onto his skin, the pressure of something being pressed into his stomach and the following words.

"Ah, there it is."

Harry snapped out of his haze with those words. He looked over to where the doctor was looking. His child was there on that screen. It didn’t look like a baby though. It was very tiny, about the size of a large lime. He could see arms and legs and could hear a soft swooshing sound that indicated the heartbeat of his child.

"Hmm… Looks like you’re somewhere in the third month. I’m guessing probably 10th, maybe 11th week." The doctor provided in a droning voice.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Third month? Three months ago he was facing off with Voldemort though. How the hell… Images of a white place flashed through his mind. A whimpering noise and flayed skin. The disfigured baby at the train station. The horrifying reality of his situation dawned on him. Dumbledore said there would be consequences and he was right as usual. Harry was carrying Tom Riddle in his stomach. He'd left with the baby in his arms and the only way for it to go with him would be for him to carry it in his body...

"You alright there? This seems to be a terrible shock to you. Were you not planning a pregnancy?" The doctor's glazed eyes tried to focus on him before going out of focus once more.

It appeared the doctor had a stronger will than most muggles. Hopefully he wouldn't break the spell and notice Harry was missing some parts and had others he shouldn't. Harry blinked away the haze his mind seemed to be in and looked at the doctor.

"No it wasn’t expected. Um… So what happens now?"

"Well, you still have time to get an abortion if that’s the route you wish to go. If not, there are some prenatal vitamins and some other things you’ll need to make sure your baby gets everything it needs." The man's eyes stared blankly across the room as he said this.

Harry’s eyes widened in horror at the word abortion. How could he even suggest such a thing?! He would never kill his unborn child, even if it was the reincarnated form of Tom Riddle growing inside him. The man Tom Riddle may have been a monster, but this was an innocent infant! He wasn’t going to murder him! Harry shot a glare at the doctor, who didn't notice his ire due to his confunded state. The man continued on in his same droning monotone.

"Yes well, I'll have the nurse bring you a copy of everything you’ll need in order to care for your growing child. Congratulations."

Harry watched the man leave as his glare softened. He supposed he couldn’t really blame the man for suggesting such a thing. Harry had seemed very out of it once he learned of his pregnancy. Even in his confunded state the doctor probably noticed somewhere in the back of his mind.

Another short period of waiting ensued and then the nurse was there, handing him a small stack of papers and a small bag filled with different vitamins to take.

Harry Potter left the muggle hospital feeling lost, confused and conflicted. He knew this changed things drastically for him. He couldn’t stay in the wizarding world for one thing. People would wonder how and when he’d managed to get pregnant during a time he was facing off with Voldemort. Then they would want to know who the father was, which he had no answer for since he didn’t know what to think of in regards to that himself. Hermione and Ron just wouldn’t understand this. Ron would demand that he have an abortion after his initial freak out and Hermione would want to research everything and see if this would hurt Harry.

Harry didn’t feel that this would. His gut was telling him that this wasn’t anything meant to kill him. He felt this was right, like this was a second chance for Tom. As someone who had grown up in a less than stellar atmosphere, he sympathized somewhat with Tom Riddle’s childhood. He’d always wondered, what would Tom have been like if he had been exposed to a loving atmosphere rather than a hostile one? This was his chance. He could give Tom a loving home and maybe he’d have the family he’d always wanted.

Harry had never felt completely at ease with the Weasley’s, as wonderful as they were. He usually just didn’t feel like he belonged. There had been a brief time when he’d considered giving in to Ginny’s crush and going with her in order to finally be one of the Weasley’s, even if just through marriage. Looking back, he was immensely grateful that he’d followed his instinct on that one and steered clear of her. It just wouldn’t have been fair to her. Ginny deserved happiness. Hell, they all did. So, in the end, he’d let her go and find herself someone truly deserving of her affections.

With this new development having come along, he’d need to plan out his next moves. He needed to find information on male pregnancies. He needed to find some female clothes so he could blend into the muggle world without people freaking out on him. He needed money from his vaults. He needed… he needed to find the nearest loo.

People on the streets watched in bewilderment as a young woman rushed by them in a terrible hurry.

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I was really quite surprised with the reviews sent. Thank you very much! No one has still signed on to beta, so I'm kind of wandering in the dark a bit. I'm not sure how fast updates will be coming. It really depends on reviews and if I get a beta or not. I tend to be very discouraged if it seems no one likes a story of mine. I still have several unfinished fics due to those very reasons. So yeah, reviews are very much a driving force for me. As for a beta, I need one to bounce ideas off of. I only have a vague general direction planned for this to go in. Please review and let me know if I should bother continuing this or not. If not, I have plenty of other stories to work on. *Blushes as fan holds up an Iron Man and Spider-Man plushy.*

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