Dreams come true
Disclaimer - Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowlings
A/N - Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & wizardry (Challenges & assignments)
Subject -Sex Ed - Task two: Write about someone getting pregnant.
It was a quiet evening. Euphemia Potter stared at the fireplace and sighed. She knew she was useless, she didn't need anyone to tell her that. Walburga Black was pregnant and Druella already had three daughters. And here she was barren at forty. Twenty five years of marriage and still no children?, people often ask her. When she married Fleamont, she never though she would the one to end the Potter line.
It wasn't as if they didn't tried. They did but all methods were futile
"I think you should remarry" Euphemia suggested staring at her husband whose hazel eyes were wide with shock
"W-what?. W-why did you say that, did I do something wrong?" asked. Fleamont running his hand through his already messy hair. Euphemia smiled sadly
"Let's not fool ourselves Fleamont, I can't have children and you need an hair. I don't want to be the reason to end this bloodline" she explains. Fleamont's eyes narrowed at that
"And how do you it's you. Maybe, I'm the one who is infertile. And if what you're saying is true, how do you know I would happy with another woman?. Yes I want children but I want them with you. And if I can't have children with my wife, I'm not having children at all" proclaimed Fleamont. By now Euphemia had tears in her eyes. She gentle cupped Fleamont's face and spoke
"Make love to me Fleamont, make me feel loved tonight". Fleamonet scooped her in his arms and took her to their room
"A-are you sure healer?. I-I always thought that zi can't - before Euphemia could complete her sentence, Fleamont cut in
"We thought that we can't have children" he said. The healer just smiled in assurance
"As per my diagnose, Lady Potter is indeed pregnant and the baby looks health. Congratulation Lord and Lady Potter" with that the healer left them alone. Euphemia place her hand on her stomach, it felt like a dream. Gleaming held her hand and smiled
"We did it" he said grinning
"What are expecting boy or girl?" asked Euphemia
"I don't really care as long as they're healthy" Fleamont said stroking Ephemia's belly
A few months ago, if someone told Euphemia that she's going yo be a mother. She wouldn't believe them. But now it felt like dream. Now she knew dreams do come true