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A Traitors Heart	By : inuren Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 28282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters are the property of J.K.Rowlings and all the affiliates. I am simply borrowing them for this story and make no profit whatso ever, although there will be a few OC’S that are my property and creation.wh

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters are the property of J.K.Rawlings and all the affiliates. I am simply borrowing them for this story although there will be a few, OC’S that are my property and creation. I make no profit off of any portion being borrowed or created.

Okay a few notes: First and fortunately I would thank the reviewers who have stayed with this story. Thank You Secondly I know I haven’t updated but my computer crashed and I lost everything and mean everything even my flash drive became corrupted by the problem. So another huge Thank you,goes to Norton Security Virus program, it saved my baby, and now I absolutely know everything is secure

With all that said its time for an update, wands and robes ready!

“ Here I Stand”

Pacing around the small cell I looked towards the window at the night sky trying to see the moon, the stars. At least now I could judge day from night, not that my babies cared. It seemed that during the day they were sleeping just waiting till the sun went down and I lay down. Pacing back to the bed I slowly lowered myself and tried to get comfortable, I turned on my side but soon I found that being kicked harshly on the side I was on was enough of a signal for me to struggle back to my feet, feet that were beginning to ache, just as my back ached. Beginning to pace the cell again I covered my bulging stomach, rubbing it trying to calm the babies as I wanted to actually get some sleep tonight. As I paced to the wall were the window was I looked to the night sky , wondering as I often did when I couldn’t sleep, wondering about Dra… Malfoy and the others. Six months had passed and not one of them had come to see me, no one seemed to be trying to get me out of here, and as the days dies away I was becoming more resigned and accepting that I was truly forsaken and that I would be giving birth right here and losing my babies. The Healer was still trying to get me to reveal the father and I was staying firm I would not let my children become Malfoy’s pawns, I would rather they went to the muggle world and never knew where they came from or that their mother was a male. I wanted to save my babies from this hell, this world that had abandoned and vilified me. Pushing those dark thoughts away, I reminded myself of the vows I had made to my babies and myself. Looking at my eight month bulge I began talking to the triplets telling them about the almost amazing things to be found in the muggle world, things like microwave ovens, rollercoaster’s, computers and of course anchovies pizza with chocolate fudge sauce and walnuts with ketchup. Sometime later I walked back to the corner and laid on the bed, I kept massaging my stomach and talking. It seemed as if they understood what I was saying, I was being kicked, punched and I could feel them moving around jockeying for a better position I guess, considering that there couldn’t be much space inside.

Returning from my last appointment with the healer, I thanked the guard and went back to the window the second I entered the cell. The closer I came to giving birth the more anxiety and fear built in me about the future and what was going to happen. I had cried for what seemed like days about having to have my babies here in Azkaban instead of at Hogwarts with my family surrounding me. I cried over too much and yet that did not change anything.

A few days later after the usual routine I found I couldn’t remain still, every time I stopped pacing or even sat down I would get sharp pangs in my back and legs. It would start out small and build up and the cramps only seemed to get stronger as time passed. By the time the sun went down I was convinced that something was happening and I was praying to every deity I could think of that it wasn’t labor especially since I had two weeks more to go. Feeling the next wave come upon me I leaned against the wall panting and sweating trying to fight the pains not wanting them to come. Moaning as the pain built, pulsed though my body and left me weak and afraid after, I began pacing to the bed when the worst pain hit and I felt and heard liquid splashing on to the floor. When the pain passed again and I could breathe I slowly shuffled to the barred, locked door hoping and praying that someone would come, that someone would hear me, crying out at the next pain I fought not to curl up and sink to the floor.

The next time I knew anything besides the pain of contractions I found the Healer and warden in my cell, discussing the fact that indeed multiples came early and that there was nothing to be done but help me give birth. Feeling my clothes being removed and the warden taking his place behind me supporting me as I strained and panted, I just wanted peace, unfortunately or fortunately that was going to be allowed and the next contractions came and with them came my main focus of pushing the first baby out. It was at this time that I cursed the healer with every bad word I could imagine, considering it was him that talked me into taking a potion that helped me grow the necessary birth passage so that a caesarean would not need to be performed, that natural birth would be the best for them, yeah them he said nothing about the hell I would go through.

“That’s it Harry, you’re dong excellent, a few more pushes and the first one will be out.”

The first one I was already exhausted and he was talking about just the first one. Straining I did what he instructed and pushed, crying out at the last final push it felt like great pressure built and built till finally it broke . Hearing the crying voice, I first thought it was my own tears and pain being vocalized till I listened and realized no that my first baby was here, my very first baby. My baby was crying and everything in me began reaching to that crying voice wanting to comfort and nurture them.

“It’s a boy Harry.”

“My baby, he’s okay right, I hear him crying.”

“After that journey crying is a good sign and this little one is full of life.”

“Can I hold him?”

“In a minute, I want to check him over; besides two more are on the way.”

When my baby was placed in my arms, I looked at the tiny face scrunched up and screaming. It all made sense , everything made sense and everything in me called out to my baby wanting to stop the crying, bringing my first baby to my chest, the little mouth moved around searching till finally I felt the small pulls and knew that it was my body that was feeding him, giving his sustenance. Too soon the next contractions began. After it was all said and done I had two boys and a girl a little princess. Taking each of them to my leaking chest I fed them and they each were now asleep in a basket that I couldn’t take my eyes from. I had given birth to three angels. The oldest had dark hair, hair that even as sparse as it was went in every direction. My second son had a mix really as he grew older it would either be a dirty blond or become totally blonde like his father. My daughter, the smallest of the three and the one by far that one look and you would do whatever she wanted had their fathers hair that white blonde and I could already tell she would be a heartbreaker she was a heartbreaker and she wasn’t even a day old yet.

“They are all fine and you will be as well. You did excellent Harry.”

“Their beautiful, thank you for everything.”

“You will remain sore and a bit tired for awhile, then it should get better and you will be return to normal.”

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome and yes they are three beautiful miracles. I want you to take this Harry.”

“What is it?”

“It will help with everything.”

“Why are you being evasive, what’s in the potion?”

“Its better this way, now take the potion Harry.”

“I know what going to happen and I rather be conscious for it, but thank you for trying to spare me.”

“Very well.”

“Please can I hold them again?”

Hugging each baby to my body, my soul the last shred, the one thing that no one could ever harm, bend, bruise or break shattered. I always knew I could survive and live through a broken heart I had done it all my life but this, the last bit, the one incorruptible part of me.

“It’s time Harry you should take the potion.”

“No, I’m fine.”

Fighting back my pain and tears, I placed my daughter back in the basket and closed my eyes. I heard the footsteps that took my world away. When the door clanged shut I heard the screams begin screams that forced my body to the door, a door I couldn’t pass. My body screamed to go to them to comfort them as their cries became father and father away, as they were taken out of hell. When I couldn’t hear them anymore it happened, I let myself break totally. Sliding down to the floor I curled up and sobbed, I sobbed for my babies, I sobbed for myself and I finally sobbed for everything that had gone wrong and become lost. I had no idea how long I lay there and frankly I didn’t care. For a split second I gave an evil smile realizing that it was done, after years of fighting and denying victory to the dark and that evil bastard, it was three tiny new lives that destroyed the hero of the wizarding world, the boy who lived wanted nothing more then to become the boy who died right here and now that nothing would feel better then to just die.

Time, movement, food everything meant nothing, all that mattered was my determination to remain curled on that dirty, wet floor. To fade away to finally be granted that eternal peace, to never have to see this world again.
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