Harry woke up one night feeling excruciating pain radiating through his lower back. He hissed in pain as he tried to sit up and look at the time.
The clock on his nightstand read 2:00 A.M.
"Bloody hell", he thought to himself. It was too early for this. He threw his head back as the pain grew more intensely as time passed by. "Please let this be over! Maybe its just gas." Harry thought, trying to convince himself, but if this was gas, it was a particularly sick and twisted kind.
"Argh!" He yelled as he laid there sweating and gasping at the pain ripped through him. He looked at the clock again. Only an hour had passed and it was now 3:00 A.M.
"Fuck. Well...maybe I just need to use the restroom". Harry managed to pull himself up and sat there for what seemed like an hour. Suddenly, an idea struck him and he thought about the few pain relief potions he had in his medicine cabinet in the loo. After grabbing a few of the potion bottles, he began to strip out of his clothing and turned on the bathwater. "This should do the trick.", he murmured and stepped in the tub downing the medicine hoping that it would bring him some relief.
He lay there in the water for quite sometime and still there was no change. If anything, he was feeling worse.
He held in another scream of pain as he attempted to get out of the tub. He took his towel with him, just in case it turned out to be a bowel movement and he couldn't make it back to the restroom in time. He laid the towel down beneath him on the bed and waited there for a few moments, considering that that was all he could do at the moment. The pain grew even more. He was sweating profusely and gasped trying to gain control of his breathing. This was no bowel movement. Something was very, very wrong.
"Ahhh!" He screamed and reached his hand down to his bits...or to where his bits were supposed to be. "What the bloody hell!" He screamed alarmed, not knowing what was going on. "This is a bad dream, it has to be." That was the only plausible explanation for the madness. The pain hit him again and he let out short screams in between breaths. He reached down again and this time; he felt a hairy bulge coming out of him. 'This is definitely not normal!' He immediately took action and sent off his patronus to Hermione telling her to get there...and fast.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh!", he screamed not knowing if he should attempt to push the thing out or leave it until she got there. Hermione came rushing into his flat with Ron moments later. "Harry!?" she called looking for him.
"I'm in my room!" he yelled and with that Hermione and Ron darted up the stairs, bursting into Harry's room. Ron nearly fainted at the sight. The message was unclear when Harry had sent the patronus, but now he understood perfectly what was happening.
"Can you tell me what the bloody hell is going on!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, Harry you're having a baby!" she said and rushed over to him. "Ron go now! We need a healer! Floo Mungo's."
"Right.", was all he said and he left.
"Push! We've nearly got it!" said the healer.
"Can't you see I am pushing?! Ahhhh!" He felt like fainting.
"One more push!"
"Oh bloody- ahhh!" The sound of a child crying filled the room and Harry relaxed instantly; relieved that it was over.
"Its a boy! Congratulations Mr. Potter.", the healer said handing him a small child wrapped in soft yellow fabric.
"A baby boy..." Harry sighed looking down at his child. The child looked back up at him in wonder. He had his eyes... Harry studied him more, those were about the only feature on his child's face that looked like him except for the wild mess of hair on the top of his head. It was blonde much like his other father's.
'Bloody hell' He kept repeating over and over inside his head looking from the new born child to everyone else standing in the room. The healer had a friendly smile, Hermione looked happy, but confused and Ron was sitting in the chair by the window looking like he was trying to figure out what to say.
Harry was probably the most confused out of the bunch. He didn't know men could get pregnant. He looked back at the child in his arms and tears began to build up in his eyes the more the infant reminded him of the other father. He broke down and began to cry not knowing what else he was supposed to do. They all stood there and let him cry until he was calm. Finally he looked up at them trying to find answers to his questions.
"How?" He whispered looking back at the baby.
"I keep forgetting you were raised by a muggle family. Questions from muggle born and raised never cease to amaze me. In the wizarding world men can get pregnant just as easily as any woman can.", the healer explained smiling down at him. "And it seems as though you and your young one are healthy and fit. You're very lucky having had no prenatal care. Now to the fun part. You'll need to name your little miracle."
Harry smiled at the thought of naming his son. He had long ago picked out a name for his first born. "James Sirius Potter." Harry brushed a finger gently across his son's cheek, whose tiny fingers gripped it and cooed.