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Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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****Author's note***** Thank you to Casse01 for the idea of the story for the Prophet!

Damitri Zabini glanced at the bedroom where Terry was getting dressed to go out for the day. He'd chosen his hair color for the day and Damitri had changed it from pale blonde to something that would undoubtedly match his outfit he had planned.

Deciding that he had sufficient time to read for a bit, he picked up his copy of the Daily Prophet off the pile of letters he had to go through for the day and his eye was immediately caught by the headline as he settled in his chair to wait.

"Minister of Magic Mistake Endangers Unborn Babies!

Story by Casse Calalilly.

Ever since the final trial and sentencing of Hermione Grainger regarding the children who were born with the aid of the Parkinson Clinic, the Prophet has received multiple complaints regarding the availability of proper care for those who are presently carrying children. The sudden increase of patients to the obstetrics and maternity wing of St. Mungo's Hospital has caused an overload of their system and many are more than simply dissatisfied with the treatment they have received.

Our reporter interviewed Damitri Zabini who stated: 'Hermione Weasley is more than simply a midwife-healer. She treats every person she meets as an individual and knows how to handle even those with the most delicate of sensibilities. She was key in helping several wizarding families to have the children they most desperately desired and needed to carry on their family lines, greatly benefiting the wizarding community. We have been overjoyed with the prospect of having a child, my husband and I, but with the overzealous sentencing set in place against Hermione Weasley we are having great difficulties finding any healer who will treat my husband with proper care. Such a sentence might have been appropriate for someone who took life and did horrible things against the community, but Mrs. Weasley has only created life. This sentence is more of a punishment of the community than against Mrs. Weasley for any crime.'

Our reporter also tracked down several of witches and wizards who were aided as reported by Mr. Zabini and most were in complete agreement with his statements. One in particular is a tragic story reported by the Prophet two months ago; Mrs. Bullock is the widow of a muggle struck down by a motor vehicle and with the help of Mrs. Weasley she was able to carry the child of her husband. That child is due to be born sometime this week, but because of the sentencing of the Minister, she has had little care during the past two months. She states, "I need to have Hermione Weasley to help me with my delivery; she's the only one who cared enough to help me in my time of need."

Ernie MacMillan, whose wife is well along in her pregnancy as well, states that if his child does not make it to full term he will hold the Minister personally responsible and has already begun the documentation to file blood feud against the McLaggen family.

The Prophet has discovered that a secret emergency meeting of the Grand Wizarding Council has been convened by our own Minister of Magic McLaggen. It appears that the Minister himself has doubts about his own sentencing of Hermione Weasley two months ago; was the severity of her punishment in error – or was it done just to give the appearance of getting something done?

Many are under the impression that the Minister has used Mrs. Weasley as a scapegoat for all the crimes perpetrated by the Parkinson's against the wizarding world, as he had no other to pin any criminal blame upon. Is the Ministry returning to the traditions of Cornelius Fudge, who became so paranoid that he accused several of trying to usurp his power?

The Daily Prophet approached the office of the Minister of Magic and we were told that he has taken a brief sabbatical. Is this mini-vacation due to the current severely plunging public opinion of Minister McLaggen's policies or for some other reason? As his image grows more and more tarnished it is becoming clear that his reputation is too damaged to allow him to function effectively…"

Damitri was distracted by his perusal of the paper by Terry, who came out of the bedroom dressed in a light sundress, his rounded tummy clear for everyone to see. He was so slim that at five months he was clearly carrying a child. His bright blonde hair was tipped with pink today, drawn up into two long curling ponytails that draped on either side of his head. "Oh good… come along, we're going to be late…"

"But Dimi, I really… I don't want to go for another checkup; we just went a few days ago. Really, I feel all right…" Terry said, moving over to him.

"It'll be all right, you'll see." He assured with a soft smile. "I've found someone much more suitable, we won't be going back to that harridan anytime soon."

"Well, okay…" he smiled up at him trustingly, though it was very clear he was still quite nervous.

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Terry glanced about the room as he and Damitri moved into the lobby. This wasn't where they had gone last time nor was it the clinic he had liked so much. It was a building to the side of a huge hospital, with people constantly walking in and out the front doors. For a few minutes Terry had thought they were going in there, but Damitri had guided him to the smaller building. Inside looked nothing like that last place; it was meticulously clean, of that there was no doubt, but the walls were painted a muted tan and not harsh white. There were pictures of landscapes on the walls, muggle photographs that caught the beauty of the sunrise over the mountains or sunset over the sea.

On the wall just left of the window where Damitri signed them in for their appointment, there was a six foot by four foot tackboard. Terry wasn't sure what kind of board it was, really, for the board was completely covered in various muggle shots of little babies, proud fathers, and overjoyed mothers. Terry nibbled on a fingernail, moving with Damitri to take a seat and snuggling close.

"Terry Zabini?" A voice called and he couldn't help it, he jumped, his nerves completely on edge.

"That would be us." Damitri said, rising to his feet.

"Will they let you come?" Terry asked timidly.

"I'd love to see them try to stop me." The darkskinned man smiled, slipping his arm about the still trim waist of his lover.

The nurse, to Terry's intense relief, did not even comment on Damitri coming in with him; in fact, she held the door wider to allow them both through. They went through the normal muggle procedures of weighing and listening of heart and lungs, and taking of pulse but the normalcy of it all just seemed to make Terry all the more nervous.

He tried to hide it when the nurse left the two of them alone but soon was fidgeting on the table, getting down and moving to Damitri to snuggle in the warm protective embrace of his arms. Each moment felt like a year as they waited, and Terry kept glancing in fear at the doorway, expecting that other woman to come in and poke and prod at him like he was some sort of beast.

Nearly half an hour had passed with no sign of their doctor. Terry finally glanced up at Damitri. "They're too busy… really, Damitri, I'm fine, the baby is growing and must be fine too, can't we just make it easier on them and go…?" he suggested hopefully.

"Be patient." Damitri soothed him gently. "I know this is taking a lot longer than even I expected it to, but we must be patient."

When finally the knock came to the door to indicate the arrival of the doctor, Terry jumped and began to tremble, fear doubling. "Oh Merlin…" he murmured, memories of that last visit clearly replaying in his mind.

When the door opened and the mediwitch's identity was clear, Terry froze a moment in shock. Damitri let his arms fall away from the sides of his lover and suddenly Terry gave a cry of relief and joy as he rushed to seize the newcomer in an uncharacteristic hug. "Miss Weasley!" he cried out.

Hermione gave a soft, delighted laugh at his enthusiasm until she realized that he was crying. "Oh my goodness, Terry, whatever is wrong…?"

"Please oh please don't ever go away again I need you because you don't think I'm stupid and you talk to me and that other woman was awful and she hated us and she hated me and she was going to hurt our baby and she was angry and…" Terry said rapidly, trembling as he wept onto her shoulder.

"Was she truly that bad…?" Hermione asked, glancing at Damitri, who gave a very serious expression back and nodded shortly. She took a rather unprofessional moment to hold and reassure Terry, stroking his soft pale hair.

"She was worse, she wouldn't even let Damitri come into the room and wanted him out and got mad cause he came in…"

"Sounds like she was horrible…!" Hermione commented, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket. "Now, now, it's all right, Terry. I'm back. The minister said that I can come back to work, use my wand, and take care of special people just like you." She soothed, gently drying his tears with the cloth. "And I don't plan on going anywhere, at least until well after your little one makes their arrival here…" she assured with a warm smile.

Terry gave her a watery smile, taking the hanky and blowing his nose. "It was really awful, I couldn't stand it…"

"Well, all I can say is if she didn't like you, Terry, she never took the time to know you at all." Hermione said. "You're a perfectly lovely person, and I know your baby is going to be absolutely beautiful. She just had no idea just how special you really are." she reassured.

Terry gazed up at her, eyes gleaming with tears. "You really won't go away again…?"

Hermione smiled at him; it was so easy to like Terry. "I think I can promise you that."

"Why did we have to wait so long for you to come in...?"

Her smile grew. "That wasn't intentional, I assure you. You and Damitri were my first appointment today and I was on my way when I got a call to go to the delivery room; I had another patient who insisted I be present to help her with her birth and babies don't wait. Little Andrew Bullock decided that your appointment time was the perfect moment to make his arrival…"

"Mrs. Bullock just had her baby today?" Damitri asked, rather surprised. The amount of pain she had been in back in that waiting room, he was sure she would have had that baby that night.

"Yes, she's just delivered her son ten minutes ago, yes. And both baby and mother are resting happily in the same room. He's strong as a mule and has lungs to match, judging by the way he cries…" she chuckled.

"Oh, I love little babies... that's wonderful!" Terry smiled, getting some of the sparkle back in his eyes, wiping at his eyes with the handkerchief that Hermione had given to him.

"They couldn't be happier… now, Terry. Shall we check on the progress of your little baby?" Hermione asked, gesturing to the examination table.

"Yes, oh can you let me see him? That other woman wouldn't let me talk at all and she just was an awful person. I never want to see that woman again." He said in an earnest tone that left no doubt whatsoever.
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