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Chapter Two!
A few day's later, Harry was reading a magical medical book that he had gotten from Poppy for his birthday only an hour ago, and sat shock still for almost five whole minutes before moving again, after reading a passage in the book.
Shaking himself out of his daze, he frantically re read the passage again that had shocked him to his core.
Almost all muggleborn wizards do not learn until they have left school, through either it happening to them, to a friend, hearing about it, or reading about it, that they can get pregnant.
No one knows why this is, only that magic has allowed men to bare children for the last few thousand years, probably because the wizarding world has always been a low population with the muggle's and squibs of the world.
The spell to find out if you are pregnant is: fetus revelious, and if the smoke that appears above your stomach turns green then you are pregnant, if red, you are not.
Then, the smoke will split into groups if you are having more then one child.
The smoke will then change colours to show you what gender you are having, the traditional pink for girl and blue for boy.
A man's gestation period is six months, five with twins, and four and a half for triplets, the magic in you making them ready to be born at the end of your gestation period, your magic also helping to make sure that none of your children shall be born premature.
In the rare case of miscarriage, the fetus will disappear.
Miscarriage is extremely rare for witches and wizards, with the only cases happening after being hit with either enormously strong hexes or curses, or after an abortion, which can only be done by the parent and no other.
If you are not the one to chant an abortion spell on yourself, then the one casting it will most likely be hurt badly.
Male pregnancy is extremely common among the wizarding world, exactly the same as a female pregnancy, but in muggle society, men cannot get pregnant.
If you either live or frequent the muggle world, a simple glamour spell of 'fetus glamorous' will not even let a witch or wizard with all-seeing eyes {known cases are Albus Dumbledoor, Godric Gryffindor, Grindelwald}, or any other spell of device to see through the strongest glamour spells, see that you even have a glamour on, let alone a muggle or squib.
When Harry finished that, he knew he was most likely being a complete idiot, but he had to absolutely make sure, because if he did not, he knew that it would be on his mind so much that it would turn him even battier then he already was.
Pulling out his wand, he aimed it at his abdomen, and chanted "fetus revelious".
To his utmost shock, the smoke that appeared above his abdomen turn bright green, leaving no room for doubt.
Just as he began to feel faint with shock, the smoke split into THREE FUCKING GROUPS, which had his sitting heavily on his bed, breath coming out in short panic gasps.
Then, the three groups of smoke change colour.
Two pinks and one blue.
Harry could not do any more panicking after that.
He had passed out the moment that the last one had changed colour.
When Harry woke up almost several hours later at eight-thirty in the mourning, he scolded himself for letting himself freak out like that.
He had always wanted children, and after that night with Malfoy in which his heart was broken, he had begun to think that he would never have his dream of a family.
Harry was happy.
He might not have the man he loved with his entire heart and soul, but he was having the man's three children.
Harry thought about writing to Malfoy about his pregnancy, but dismissed that thought immediately.
In love he may be and idiot he was not.
Draco would not want to have anything to do with these children, and would most likely try to kill Harry after claiming that he had done this on purpose to entrap him in a marriage to gain the Malfoy money,
Harry had watched the blond man for seven whole years, and probably knew him better then Draco did himself.
Mind made up, Harry decided that he would have these children, protect them with his entire being, and love them and be the best, um, mother, that he could possibly be.
Two weeks had finally passed and Harry was on a plane to New York, an apartment already bought and waiting for him in the rich part of the city.
As he sipped his can of coke and poked at his unappetising airline meal, Harry's right hand that had the Potter family ring on it, minutely touched his abdomen before he stopped himself, but letting the grin appear on his face before relaxing in his first class seat.
He was off to start a new life for himself and his children.
Screw fighting Voldemort and saving the British Wizarding World that had had wished to go to hell almost daily for almost two whole years.
He had three unborn lives counting on him to stop being the fucking Gryffindor Golden Boy and Chosen One and The Boy Who Lived and to become a parent, who would not be so hasty to throw himself into a war that he had now removed himself from, damned the consequences.
No one had ever asked him if he would fight for the Light side, they had all just assumed and then forced him to.
They squashed him into a mould that hated.
Harry had many, many secrets, one of them being that he was more of a Dark Wizard then light.
Another was that since he was expected to be great at a light subject {DADA} and suck at a hated sometimes accused of being Dark subject {Potions} he had not been allowed to pursue his passion for potions outside of his free time, what little of it he had in the first place.
He was starting his new life, and woe betides anyone who tried to fuck that up for him.
If Dumblefuck ever tracked him down and tried to force him back to Britain, through blackmail, bribery or threats, the man would meet the end of his wand and a Dark Curse.
With that happy thought in mind, Harry closed his eyes, and was asleep within moments.
END CHAPTER TWO!