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One Month At A Time	By : Kya Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry found himself rushing into St. Mungo’s several weeks later, still clad in his uniform and clutching his broom as he hurried past people and headed towards the newly built ‘pregnancy’ ward. Several people stared at him as he ran, shoving aside so they wouldn’t be struck by his broom. Healers shouted at him for having it within the hospital, but Harry didn’t pay them any attention.

“Hey, it’s him!” someone called, but Harry ignored them. Others began recognizing him almost instantly, not that it was hard considering the color of his uniform and the logo on the back. Their inability to realize that he was in a hurry made Harry start using his broom to shove them aside.

“Out of the way,” he all but growled. “Move!” When people still kept crowding him, most begging for an autograph and shoving paper and magazines at him, Harry gave up on being nice. With one wide sweeping movement of his wand, all those surrounding him collapsed in a heap, stunned. He carefully stepped over their bodies before rounding a corner, finding the room he had been looking for. As he pushed inside, he found Ron alone, sitting in a comfortable rocking chair. His arms were full, and Harry smiled at the sight of two newborn baby boys snuggled with their father. Ron returned the smile, nodding towards a second chair.

“Sit, catch your breath,” he spoke softly. Harry did just that, slumping into the chair with a happy sigh.

“Sorry I took so long,” he grinned. “They had to get the beaters to aim at me before I realized that someone was trying to get my attention.” As he spoke, Harry began removing his practice uniform, ignoring the fact that he only had shorts and a loose t-shirt under it.

“I sent an owl to everyone else a few minutes ago,” Ron told him, shuffling the children in his arms. “Glad you showed up first.”

“Who’s who?”

“Arturo,” Ron nodded to the baby on his left side. “And Zennith. Identical, for now. The Healer thinks they’ll both have strawberry blonde hair, but their eyes might change.”

“I was expecting that bubble thing,” Harry told him. “But I guess they were nearly nine months anyways.”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “That, and “Lexx” waited until the last possible moment before coming in. There wasn’t time to ready a womb bubble.”

“Jerk.”

“Yup, but everything turned out alright in the end.”

“Thankfully.” Harry waved his wand at the pile of Quidditch gear he had left on the floor, watching it pack itself away into a neat little box. His own clothes were quickly transfigured into a pair of clean jeans and a fresh, better fitting t-shirt.

“Still not telling anyone, hm?” Ron smirked. “I bet a lot of people noticed you on the way in.”

“I should have left my mask on,” Harry muttered. “Now I’m going to have to try and sneak out.”

“Hold one?”

“Totally.” With careful hands, Harry lifted ‘Turo from Ron’s arms and held his new godson close. The boy was smaller than Harry expected, making him smile even more. Together, Ron and Harry sat in silence, rocking gently and watching the boys sleep soundly in their arms.

“Ronny! We’re here!” Molly cried, startling the two young men and waking the sleeping twins. Everyone but Molly cringed as Arturo and Zennith began wailing, the new grandmother scooping both of them up without pausing to look at Harry or Ron. Harry quickly vacated his chair as Molly turned her back on him, amazed at how his second mother was acting, the older woman sitting in the chair. Even Ron gaped and spluttered, not at all impressed with having his newborn son ripped from his arms.

“Mum...” he began, but Molly shushed him, causing his eyes to go wide.

“Molly, let the boy have his children back,” Arthur told her, trying to speak over the still squalling children.

“Nonsense,” Molly said quickly. “He doesn’t have a clue how to handle a child, let alone twins.”

“Mum!”

“Quiet Ronald!” the woman barked. “You’re scaring them!” Harry moved to stand beside Arthur, the two watching the scene carefully. They cringed as Ron crossed the small room, plucking Zennith from Molly’s arms.

“These are MY children, mother,” he nearly spat. “And you will NOT just yank them away from me!” Harry quickly took Zennith as Ron took Arturo as well, leaving Molly to stare at him in shock.

“Ronald...”

“No, mother. You can’t just waltz in here, wake my sons, then take them out of my arms without even asking,” he told her with an icy voice. “You will be silent, and when and IF I want your help, I will ask for it. If you had come in quietly, you would have seen that I was doing just fine ON MY OWN.” As his wife spluttered, Arthur wisely removed baby ‘Turo from his son, he and Harry standing back as mother and son argued.

As the war between Ron and his mother raged on, Harry found himself spending more and more time in Ron’s home. While he was happy to help take care of his godsons, the dark haired male was starting to feel the stress of it all. Especially when Molly began showing up without warning, sparking more arguments over how the twins were being raised. More than once Harry found himself retreating to the nursery with Zen and Turo in his arms. The room had been charmed to keep external noise out, while still allowing Ron to hear the twins’ cries from his master bedroom. Today, like every day Molly came over to fight, Harry found himself thanking Hermione for the charm, which had been one of several magical baby gifts.

“One day you’ll get to spend time with your grandmother without all this shouting,” he promised the boys. Muscles protested as he lowered himself into the rocking chair, reminding him that Quidditch practices were getting more intense, and a lot more demanding.

“You and your daddy are going to come watch me play in the World Cup,” he whispered, gently adjusting his hold on each of the boys. “Right in the family box, and I know you’re going to love it.” Harry spared a glance at the door, wondering if the fighting had stopped. As much as he loved Ron and the twins, he knew he needed a proper sleep. Preferably in his own bed, and most likely aided by a restorative muscle potion and a sleep calming draught. Unable to reach his wand, he gave up on the idea of transfiguring the rocking chair into a bed, instead he simply sank himself lower in the chair so his head was propped up.

“Nap time,” he yawned, though the twins were already sleeping. Never in his life had he ever seen such well behaved babies, and he absently wondered if it was an Elven thing. The thoughts didn’t last long, though, his over tired body easily sinking into much needed sleep. Ron chose that moment to creep into the room, smiling at the scene before him.

“You do so much for me,” he sighed. “I just hope I can settle things with mum before school starts. I’m not sure what I’m going to do if I can’t count on her to watch the boys.” Ron flicked his wand carefully, watching the chair slowly transform into a small, single bed. A second spell gently laid Harry out, Ron making sure that he had a pillow. The still sleeping twins were gently transferred to their cribs, the red head placing a soft kiss on each of their heads.

“Daddy loves you,” he told them. Harry shifted on the bed some, drawing Ron away from the twins. He covered Harry with a grin, amazed at how tired the green eyed male was.

“Don’t worry Harry, I’ll stop begging you for help. I know you miss your man.” Ron knew that Harry had a boyfriend, it hadn’t been hard to connect all the clues. He also knew that Harry had no idea that he was on to him.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am,” he teased, despite the fact that Harry was sleeping soundly. Glancing around the room once more, Ron left the nursery, retiring to his own room for a much needed nap. Arguing with ones mother was exhausting.
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