Title: Expecting
Rating: PG
Warnings: MPREG
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters within this story. I do this for fun, not for profit.
Summary: Now living with his godfather and Remus, Harry doesn't take the news of an impending arrival to the family well. Post PoA AU. MPREG SBRL slash
Chapter Summary: Sirius and Remus break the news to Harry.
Notes: Why Harry is living with Remus and Sirius post PoA will all be explained within the story. Just not in this chapter. I expect this to be about 5 - 7 chapters long. Each chapter will be between 1K - 3K words in length.
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"Are you sure you're ready? I mean, we can wait a few more days, Remus."
"No, no. We should tell him now; you know he hates it when we keep things from him."
"As long as you're comfortable with it," Sirius murmured, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lover's lips. Just at that moment, they heard a loud thundering noise from the upstairs, and they quickly broke apart. Soon, Harry was running down the stairs towards the front door.
"Harry, come here," Sirius called out from the kitchen as soon as he spotted the boy. Harry quickly spun around and headed on into the cramped kitchen, staring at the sight of Sirius and Remus at the table sitting so close to one another that they were practically in one another's lap.
"What is it?" he asked curiously, leaning forward and placing his hands on the back of a chair. He was curious as to what was going on; normally his godfather didn't look so serious. "Is something wrong? Has something happened?" he asked, spitting out his questions rapid-fire as the panic began to set in.
"Harry, calm down," Remus said soothingly. "Nothing's wrong. We just..." he trailed off for a moment, staring at Sirius, "need to talk to you. Why don't you sit down?"
Harry, not liking where this was going, reluctantly pulled the chair out and took a hesitant seat. He was bursting with questions. Was this about his Divinations O.W.L.? Had the Ministry lost Peter Pettigrew again and were claiming insufficient evidence to keep Sirius out of Azkaban? Was it about Remus's recent illness? Oh, Merlin, what if Remus was dying?
"Relax, Harry," Sirius said, leaning in and taking one of his godson's hands in his own. "You look as if someone snapped your Firebolt in two." Sirius's placating tone of voice wasn't helping matters any; if anything it just made Harry even more apprehensive.
"You know how Moony's been feeling a bit under the weather lately?" Sirius began. But before he could continue, Harry scraped his chair back against the floor and stood up. Merlin, maybe Remus really was dying! Well, Harry wasn't about to just sit back and let them tell him that everything was okay, that everything was fine.
"Harry, I'm pregnant," Remus blurted out, while Harry's mind was still racing with what he supposed was some sort of mysterious illness. If only he could find some kind of cure- Hermione! Hermione would certainly be able to find something that would... would... Pregnant?
"Pregnant?" Harry gaped, sinking down into his wooden seat, eyes bugged wide out as he stared at his honorary parents. His heart sank into his stomach, despite the relief he was feeling over Remus clearly not being about to drop dead, despite his overreacting imagination's inclination otherwise.
Sirius and Remus just turned their heads to look at one another for a few brief seconds, before facing Harry once more, nodding slightly.
"He's about-"
"Men don't get pregnant," Harry said, aghast. Both men turned to each other once more, looking a bit puzzled.
"Harry, wherever did you get that idea?" Sirius asked, sounding as if he thought Harry were a bit mentally ill.
"Er, health class?" Harry replied, startled. This had to be the strangest day of his entire life. Forget giant wizarding chess sets, forget basilisks in secret chambers, forget murders who escape prison after twelve years to kill you only to find out that said murderer is really your godfather, was framed for a murder he didn't commit, and wants you to move in with him and his werewolf lover. This was certainly the strangest day in his entire life. Definitely.
"What? Oh, Harry, Muggle men don't get pregnant, no," Remus said almost laughingly, as if he was only just realizing that Harry had been raised outside of a magical environment.
"I would have thought you would have found out by now," Sirius said, sounding a bit puzzled. "It's, uh, something to do with a wizard's innate magic, Harry. As long as the desire's there for a baby, the magic accommodates it," Sirius attempted to explain.
"And being a werewolf..." Remus said, trailing off at the end for a few moments, looking almost embarrassed. "Well, we're a bit more fertile than most wizards. The women, too. It's rather easy for a werewolf to end up pregnant. Too easy, sometimes," he added under his breath, staring at Sirius for a few moments.
"Wait, so... what you're saying is that despite it being anatomically impossible, you're having a baby just because you want one?" Harry asked incredulously. When Remus and Sirius smiled at one another, smiled in a way that Harry hadn't been privy to, in a way that made Sirius look as if he were no longer haunted with his past, in a way that took years off that tired look of Remus's, Harry felt his heart drop even further.
"Oh," he said flatly; all the liveliness of the conversation was sucked dry. "Well, congratulations then. I'll be outside if you need me." Harry stood once again and pushed in his chair before walking out of the house, heading to the front door to escape the stuffy indoors for the windy breeze and the smell of fresh grass.
Sirius didn't catch it, but Remus couldn't escape the unmistakable look of hurt in Harry's eyes as he departed from the kitchen. Even if he couldn't sense it by Harry's body language, the wolf inside of him could smell the sadness radiating from the boy. Remus couldn't quite puzzle it out, but he noticed a significantly disappointed air around Sirius.
"Padfoot?" he prodded gently.
"I thought he'd be more excited about it," Sirius said after a few more moments of silence. He wrapped an arm around Remus's shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of his face. "I'm certainly excited," Sirius murmured into his ear, nuzzling around the area with his nose.
"I know you are, Sirius," Remus said warmly, briefly placing a hand to his stomach. "I'm sure Harry will come around. He probably just needs to get used to the idea is all." Remus sounded confident, but in reality he felt anything but. He had a bad feeling about Harry's reaction, but he didn't dare say so to Sirius so as to stave off his lover's likely overreactions were he to say anything.
"Yeah, you're probably right, Moony," Sirius replied suddenly, smiling. "He's probably just getting used to the idea that a bloke can get knocked up."
Remus rolled his eyes with a smile, used to Sirius's vulgarity.
"Why don't you get a start on dinner? I have some unfinished business with Albus which I need to attend to. I'm going to have to tell him that I can't teach this year, after all," Remus said, extracting himself from the half-embrace and standing up.
Sirius adopted a false hurt look.
"Of course, make me do all the work. Slave-driver." Sirius stood as well, pushing in their chairs. Remus simply laughed at him; he never felt as good as when Sirius was with him, making him laugh.
"If you don't like my perfectly good excuse as to why I'm putting you to work, I can always play the 'pregnancy' card. If you like," Remus said, grinning wolfishly. Sirius just laughed in response, wrapping his arms around his Remus, feeling young and alive once more, if even for only a moment.
Neither one of them noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring at them through the kitchen window, watching this beautiful, private moment between the two.
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