AN: Sorry, but this one of the nine chapters were begging to be written first. The title sucks so I may change it. On the bright side, I actually have a solid plot.

For new readers this is a part of a universe in which every person in Harry's generation is the opposite gender. Canon ships. The works. Huzzah.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: Prae Gnasci: First Month

Word Count: 2K

Summary: "Almost makes you wish Snape was still around to see this." It makes sense that the firstborn of a Potter and Weasley could wreck havoc even from inside the womb. Sequel to Warmth of the Sun.

"I'm pregnant."

That's nice, Gabriel sluggishly thought. He nuzzled her neck, whispering something else. His eyelids dropped and he rolled over to his right side, his front curving against her back. He thought he heard Halley say something again, but he was too tired to even comprehend it. Soon his mind was drifting to far away places and he was snoring. Then a thought came tumbling to his conscious. With a slight snort he woke up, startled. Wide-eyed, he peered over to see Halley sleeping with a serene expression on her face.

"Halley?" She nudged him to go away. Gabriel covered his yawning mouth. "Did you say anything important?" There was a low murmur as she snuggled into him. Maybe it was nothing? After all, it was late. It could have been anything.

The next morning Halley was perched on the bathroom counter, and began to play with the shaving cream on Gabriel's face. For amusement's sake she drew a curve on either side and below his nose. He rolled his eyes and picked his razor up. He made a face at his reflection with the foam-made, Parisian-styled moustache. "Great, I'm French."

"What a tough decision," she said, swinging her legs slowly so that the tips of her feet would brush against his knees. "I have to choose between a French accent or a West Country. How will I ever decide?"

Gabriel ran the razor down the side of his face, turning his head to get a better view in the mirror. "You'll manage, love." She distracted him suddenly by letting her fingers trail down the smoother skin on his face. Gabriel paused, his thoughts dispersing at how…touchy she was being. Usually they saved their physical affection for at home, but having her like this so early in the morning was rather off. He wiped his face clean with a towel and stared at Halley. Something about her seemed… well; he couldn't put his finger on it… For starters, she seemed perky, and she was a grump in the mornings.

Gabriel shook his head and tried to remember if she said anything. "I had the strangest dream last night," he started off, waiting for her reaction. "You came home from work, and I must had fallen asleep because you told me that you were pregnant."

"You don't say," Halley said. Se leaned back, the toe of her foot slowly moved down his leg. Gabriel fought to keep his mouth from dropping at her actions.

"Yeah, funny, isn't?" he croaked, trying to connect more dots. "Because I've been thinking of all the times, and I'm pretty sure that we've been careful."

"Gabriel, remember that big, scary mission that I came back from?" she said in a slow voice. "You know, the one with the Portkey complications?"

"Of course. I was tied between cursing you into an oblivion once you got home, or having…" The words were almost stuck in his throat. It took him a few seconds to get the realisation out. "Dear god, you're pregnant!"

"According to the three tests I took, I sure am."

Gabriel looked to the trashcan and then back to her. His eyes slid down to her midsection, noticing the complete absence of a curve. He rubbed his eyes and tried to make sure that he wasn't dreaming again. "H-how are you so calm about this?"

"Don't worry, I did my share of freaking out once I got home. That's why all the chocolate is missing." She sheepishly smiled and it made sense why that she tasted like chocolate last night.

"Let me get this straight, you're pregnant, and all the chocolate in the house is now gone?"

"Yup." He still couldn't get how blasé about this. He was still trying to wrap his head around it, and how was his family.

Bloody hell… His family… "Good. You're telling Mum."

"I…I'm doing what?" Halley raised her head, startled. "How is this even a surprise for you? I told you last night!"

"Night. Me sleep. Me no comprehend anything." Gabriel stepped back, unable to take his eyes off of her.

Halley stepped closer to him and pulled him into a needed hug. "Sorry, I thought you were paying attention. And you can hug me back, git. I don't think you could crush the baby."

The healer came into the room holding a clipboard. "Mr and Mrs Weasley?"

Gabriel gave Halley's hand a reassuring squeeze. "That's us." Halley leaned back on the table, taking deep breaths. She never liked visiting St Mungo's. There was something about the smell and she usually ended up there was some sort of an injury.

"The good news is that you are pregnant," he said. "Congratulations! The baby will be born in January. All seems healthy and fine at the moment."

They both let out sighs of relief. "See? Just fine," Gabriel muttered in her ear.

"But we at St Mungo's would like to keep a close eye on this."

It felt like ice cubs slipped down to Halley's stomach. Fear fluttered and she placed a hand over her stomach. "Any reason why?"

The healer made a chair appear and he took a seat. Taking his glasses off, he cleaned them as he spoke. "Well, Mrs Weasley, concerning your medical history and your husband's this will be a fascinating case to observe."

"You don't have any idea what effects could happen?" Gabriel asked in an unnaturally small voice. His hand jumped with a nervous twitch and Halley tightened her grip.

"Which is we would like to keep a close eye. You've survived the Killing Curse more than once, a healer can only wonder how it would affect your reproductive system." He flipped through the note son the clipboard. "And…Phoenix Tears? Possession? How are you even standing?"

Words were frozen in Halley's throat. The scar from the first time she died ached over her heart, the other injures that she gained twanged in the past memories. She raised a hand over the spot, fearing what could happen in the long-term run. After the war none of her scars reacted like her lightning bolt one, they occasionally itched in bad weather or thinking back on those events.

She felt Gabriel's hand on her back. He was saying something but she couldn't hear him. All she could think about was what could go horribly wrong.

"I think Mum knows," Gabriel said quietly, sliding down to sit next to Halley on the bathroom floor. Suddenly during their weekly brunch at the Burrow Halley experienced a painful bout of morning sickness. Just when treacle tart was about to be served for dessert, she ran off to the bathroom. Then Mum gave him that look. A second later he made some bollocks excuse and went to go get Halley.

She cradled her head in her arms, her glasses hanging off one hand. "Good, so this means that I won't have to tell her."

"Well…" Gabriel settled for a crouch. He grabbed a tissue from the tissue box near the sink as he lowered himself closer, and handed it to Halley. "Look on the bright side."

She took the tissue and blew her nose. "What side is that?"

Deciding not to speak, he gently took her hand and placed it over her stomach with his larger hand enveloping hers. He tried to imagine what their child would look like. Maybe with his red hair and her enchanting green eyes? Would their child have freckles or pale skin? Messy hair or with a single cowlick? But however it may look like, there was something wonderful growing inside of her. It also simultaneously terrified him.

"We're going to be fine."

"What if—"

"We can do this," Gabriel kissed her hand. "Come on, let's go get Mum ready to knit another jumper."

When they joined everyone back in the kitchen they were greeted with silence. The only sound was of Teddy happily eating his banana pudding. Halley and Gabriel shared a quick look, realising what happened. They told Teddy about the baby the other day and asked him to keep it as a secret. They should have known better than to tell a chatty toddler to keep anything quiet.

Mum stood up and rushed over to hug them both. "Oh, I'm going to become a grandmother again! We're going to have more Weasleys in this family!"

"Mum—can't—breath."

"Molly, you're squeezing three!"

Rory looked blankly at her own banana pudding. She was like this ever since Teddy blurted that Halley might have eaten a baby. It wasn't that hard for everyone to connect the dots with the bout of sickness added to it. "What's wrong?" Hector asked her. "Aren't you happy for them?"

"Well," Rory said slowly. "Every time I try, I have to convince myself that they'll find the baby under a Flutterby bush."

"A Flutterby bush?"

"Yes." That was what Wizarding parents told their children. She was also aware of Teddy listening to their conversation. The little guy had scooted himself closer. His hair was a shade of banana yellow that matched his food. "Because that's where babies come from," Rory said loudly.

Teddy's forehead wrinkled, confused. "But how does it get inside of Auntie Halley's tummy? How did she eat it?"

Rory patted his head as Hector choked on a piece of fruit. "How about you go ask them loudly, Teddy? I'm sure that they will love to answer."

He smiled at the idea.

"You're such a good sister," her husband drawled. He looked over to where Gabriel was spluttering something as Halley was laughing.

"Aunt Halley?" Her godson poked her shoulder, trying to rouse her more awake. She groaned and opened an eye to see a blurry Teddy standing over her. His shifting multicoloured hair made her un-focussing eyes water. Halley was enjoying a nice cat nap on the couch and felt unnaturally cranky in the afternoon. "Aunt Halley," Teddy said again. "Uncle Gabriel says that dinner is ready."

Dinner? Surely it wasn't that late? Confused, Halley slowly manoeuvred into an upright position, but even that made her head spin and stomach lurch. Merlin, this pregnancy was starting to feel more like a nasty cold.

"You gonna throw up?" Teddy asked innocently. He took many steps back just in case.

Halley shook her head, but covered her mouth to make sure. "M'okay, kiddo." She rose to her feet, but clamped a hand heavily on the armrest. "Give me a mo', here."

"Maybe you feel icky 'cause you ate the baby?" Teddy guessed.

He held onto her hand and helped her with the walk to the kitchen. He bounced to the table and she leaned against the doorframe. Gabriel was bringing some bread to the table and looked up at her. "How bist?" he asked while covertly sliding some vegetables onto Teddy's plate.

Halley moaned and covered her mouth. Something on the table was giving off a horrible stench and her stomach couldn't take it much longer.

"Gran Molly made you treacle!" Teddy said loudly. He pointed to the offensive tart that laid in the middle of the spread of food. "And I wanna eat all of it."

"I think you may," Gabriel muttered. He walked to her and brushed some of her hair back. His lips touched her hairline. "Tea and toast?"

Halley knocked on the opened door, her head peeping inside. "Lo, Robards?"

The Head Auror pushed his feet off the desk and attempted to look as though he was in charge. He gestured a hand to the chair in front of his desk. "Potter, come in."

Halley sat in the chair and nervously folded her hands in her lap. She already ran it by with Hector earlier that day to make sure that she was doing it accordingly. "I, well, something came up recently and you should know."

"Reporters been giving you trouble again?" Robards scoffed. "Just get your husband to do that lovely jinx on them. It worked last time."

"No." Halley rested her hands on the armrests. She curled her fingers tightly around it to give her some support. "I'm… I'm expecting."

"An incurable disease?"

"Is that what they call babies these days?"

"Oh. So much for you having the flu." Robards hunched his shoulders and pulled out a clean piece of parchment. "Potter, seeing that we don't have many female Aurors to begin with, most protocols to deal with a pregnant one are rather archaic."

"I know," she said. "I've seen them. I was wondering if we could make a compromise around it all. I have a feeling that any amendments made would be finished once grandchildren start coming."

"Right," and Robards began to write something. "When's the bugger due?"

"January."

"So you're officially stuck to your desk and I'll need a healer's permission a month or so later to send you back on the field." He looked up and rubbed his eyes. "Assuming that you want the field."

Halley shrugged, uncertain of how to answer that. She was surprised at how easy this was, but what he just said already began to conflict in her mind. "I'll give you my answer then," she promised. "Anything else?"

"Keep it low-key," her head advised. "Tell Weasley, your mate that is—"

"I get it," interrupted Halley quickly.