Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? No. Didn't think so. All recognizable people and places are hers.
First fic, so please forgive any errors. Also, this mentions slash and mpreg, so no like, no read! Simple as that. Enjoy!
Midnight Memories
As he lay in bed, his husband asleep at his side, he thought of the things that had brought them to this point….
Meeting him that first day. He was such a prat back then.
Later, getting to know him, apart from his family.
Beginning to date in secret, or as he called it, courting. They had to hide it from his family, they wouldn't understand, not then.
Knowing that if anyone found out it would hurt a lot of people, putting some in danger, and giving others a way to hurt the two of them even more than they already had been.
The night before That Day, or as the papers called it The Final Battle. He was so nervous, but so sweet and gentle. That night was amazing, tinged with passion and a little fear, both wondering if they would survive the next day.
The battle, even now he doesn't remember much. Smoke. Pain. Looking for friends, family, allies, enemies. Looking for him.
Waking up in the hospital wing a week later. He was there. Later he was told that he had been the one to find him and bring him in and that he never left his side, never let go of his hand.
Telling everyone, seeing the shock, anger, disbelief, and, in the eyes of a few, knowing. Telling them that he had been true all along, that he had never forsaken them. He only left to protect them.
Him kneeling, asking for us to bond. Shocked silence. Then a quiet "Yes."
Our bonding, everyone there to watch as our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls became one, never to be separated.
Two months later, going to see Madame Pomphrey. Getting the news that he was pregnant. They were going to have a baby! The tears in his eyes as he kissed me. "Thank you," he whispered.
"What are you doing Love?"
"Remembering."
"Go back to sleep. Mum is coming over tomorrow."
A hand coming to rest on the swell of their child, safely nestled in his belly.
"I love you Percy."
"I love you too Harry."
Aw, wasn't that sweet? Bet you didn't know who he was till the end huh? Well, reviews are appreciated. Flames will be used to make smores.