Green Eyes
Summary: "Mother – noun: One person who does the work of twenty. For free." – Unknown. FemHarry.
Just a warning: Age Difference, Accidental Teenager Pregnancy, AU, Panic Attacks, Mention of Blood, FemHarryPotter, Puns, Clichés, Messed Time Line, Alive!Sirius, Prompt Fic, Crack Fic (?), Squib!Dudley, Redeemed!Dudley, Protective!Sirius, Papa!Sirius, More in the Future
I don't own anything related to Marvel or Harry Potter!
Chapter 3. The Decision
Pregnant.
She, Harry Potter, was pregnant.
Trying to breath, Harry felt all blood drain from her face. She barely noticed the frantic Dobby as he moved her to her room, gently placing her on her bed. Unconsciously, she placed one of her hands above her abdomen.
How was this even possible? Her mind raced with similar questions while she looked for a explanation to this situation.
Harry couldn't be pregnant, not when she was one hundred percent a virgin, but Dobby would never lie to her so how did this happen? She closed her eyes at that moment, using her barely acceptable mental shields to help her answer that and all the other questions.
It didn't take her long to find t right memory – While she waited for her name to be called by one of the nurses at the hospital weeks ago, when Aunt Petunia forced her to take that pelvic exam, Harry sat next to woman who just didn't let go of her phone. The woman looked rather unassuming – a typical Plain Jane – but she sounded very pleased as she spoke about the artificial insemination she would be taking that day.
So… What if the doctor had inseminated Harry instead of the woman? That would explain both the pregnancy and the odd questions the red haired doctor had made.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she cursed Fate and whatever omniscient being that thought it was funny to mess with her life. She could never get a break – It was always her that ended with the short end of the stick.
Merlin, Harry had no idea of what she was going to do now.
For the first time since Fourth Year when her blood was used in that dark ritual to give Voldemort a body, the green-eyed witch was terrified.
She was only fifteen – almost sixteen – and she was now pregnant and the war against Voldemort could start any moment. To make it worse, everyone in the Wizarding World looked at Harry as if she alone should fight the Dark Lord. They expect her to bow to Dumbledore and sacrifice everything for them and if they learned about her pregnancy, they would demand a abortion.
She placed both of her hands protectively over her stomach at the thought and her fear was quickly replaced by anger.
Until her name had come out of the Goblet of Fire, Harry would have done exactly what everyone wanted. After all, she hadn't been raised to believe that her life had any value and never saw a problem in throwing herself in front of dangerous situations.
But now?
"Dobby!" Her eyes narrowed as she made her decision. Harry moved from her bed and walked out of the room with large steps.
The little house-elf who had been following her frantically, made a small startled sound before saluting her, "Yes!"
"Wake Dudley up! We have plans to make!"
Harry was no longer a eleven years old in search of acceptance or a lost fourteen years old trying to understand why no one seemed to care for her.
Right now, she was a future mother and no matter how worthless her life was, she would keep her child safe.
It didn't matter if it was from Dumbledore trying to force a prophecy on her, Voldemort and his minions or from the Wizarding World and their expectations.
She would show them what happened if you harmed a lioness' cub.
It was dinner time and neither Sirius nor Remus was paying too much attention to the others occupants of the room or their plates filled with Molly's homemade lasagna.
Remus was merely playing with his food, still trying to warp his mind around the thought that Harry was pregnant, while Sirius was glaring at his plate and using his fork to stab it with glee, more likely fantasizing that it was the boy who had dared to look at and touch his goddaughter.
No one seemed to notice their foul mood aside from Nymphadora "I hate my first name" Tonks.
The young woman's bubbly pink hair had changed to a light blue color to show her confusion as she stared at them from the corner of her eyes, wondering what happened one hour ago to make them act like that.
She didn't know if she should ask what was going on with them and maybe curiosity killed the cat, but Tonks had never been to let that stop her. Discretely, Tonks took out her wand under the table and muttered a privacy spell.
"What's the problem with you guys?" Tonks asked her cousin and his best friend.
Sirius paused for a moment before he continued to stab his poor lasagna. Remus, on other hand, forced a polite smile on his face and turned his attention toward her.
"What did you say Nymphadora?"
She narrowed her eyes, "Don't call me Nymphadora! – And I asked what's you guys problem."
"Nothing." Remus shrugged nonchalantly, "We're fine."
Tonks scoffed. As if she would believe in that. Everyone else in the Order was too worried about their own problems or the upcoming war against Voldemort to pay attention to those two but that wasn't the case with her.
Knitting her brows in thought for a moment, she tried to come up with a reason to why they would be acting like this. Only one reason made sense to her.
"Did something happen to Harry?" She asked.
The moment Harry's name came out of her lips, Sirius growled and Tonks almost expected her raven haired cousin to break his plate at the speed and strength he was using his fork to stab his food. Remus' face twisted with barely concealed rage and his amber eyes darkened.
Well, the Auror thought as her hair changed to a brown to show her hesitation, I nailed it.
Remus pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look, Nym – Tonks, you don't need to worry about it. We can deal with our problems."
"Yeah," Sirius gritted his teeth, "With curses and pain."
Tonks looked at her cousin with wide eyes and decided that she really should worry about whatever was going on with Harry. If Sirius was tapping into his Black madness because of it then things were seriously wrong (No pun intended).
"I know Dumbledore is monitoring all the letters who are sent to Harry," She made a pause, feeling a little unsure, "But maybe I can talk to her while it's my turn to watch over Privet Drive? You know, just to check on her for you guys or deliver… a letter..." She felt her voice disappear when the two man turned to stare at her with wide eyes.
Sirius stood from his chair abruptly, ignoring Molly screams of how rude he was and ran upstairs. Tonks blinked when he came back as fast as he had left and placed a letter over to Remus under the table. The werewolf then gave it to her.
Tonks had barely noticed how Sirius had taken down the privacy charms she had used and was now arguing with Molly. All her attention was focused on Remus.
The man was smiling and the Metamorphmagus couldn't stop her hair turned a light shade of pink as she blushed.
Remus looked so young and handsome when he smiled.
"Thank you, Tonks." He said, "Sirius wanted to get out of the house to see her today and demand answers – But well, every member of the Order is here today so that would just warn Dumbledore that something was happening with Harry and we can't let that happen." She was going to ask why I was so bad to involve Dumbledore but her words caught in her throat and her heart speed up when the brown haired patted her hand, "Thank you so much for your help."
She looked down at their hands.
"You're welcome." Tonks whispered.
Maybe curiosity did kill the cat but satisfaction certainly brought it back.
So… Harry, Remus and Sirius didn't want to cooperate with me in this chapter… Thankful, I was able to finish this so I could start writing the next one. *sigh* Good news though, next chapter already has more than ten chapters. Yay.
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