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The next two weeks were the best of Harry's life. He and Bill visited all of the theme parks in Disney World, a place called Downtown Disney and another set of theme parks called Universal Studios. They enjoyed themselves thoroughly and made plans to go back to two of the parks in Disney World.

That is, they made the plans before Harry started becoming ill. He had been feeling off for a few days and this morning was, by far, the worst. He had awoken slowly, feeling his stomach roil. He scurried off of the bed and ran to the loo. He didn't realize that he had woken Bill up until he felt his husband's arms surround him.

"Well, today, we stay in the room. I'm not having you get sick in one of those parks."

Harry nodded and felt another wave of nausea. His knees gave out and , if it hadn't been for Bill's arms, he would have fallen to the floor. After he was done, Bill cleaned him up and led him back to the bed.

"I'm going to go find Ms. Brooks-Brown and have her send a healer up here. I'll be right back." He leaned in and gently kissed Harry's scar.

Bill went down to the lobby and asked to speak with Ms. Brooks-Brown. She escorted him into her office and, once again, locked and silenced the room.

"How can I help you?"

"My hu-brother is ill. Is there a healer or medi-witch on staff?"

She looked at him closely. She hadn't missed the slight slip he had made. "Yes, we have a healer on staff. I must ask you something first."

Bill had a feeling she knew that Harry wasn't his brother. He nodded in acquiescence.

"Your name is not Evans." It was not a question.

"No."

"He is not your brother."

"No."

"He is your bond-mate."

"Yes."

"You know, we do receive the Daily Prophet over here. I recognized you from the photos of your and Lord Potter's bonding. Have you seen some of the most recent issues?"

"No, we've been avoiding them." She handed him a copy of the Prophet from about 3 days prior.

LORD HARRY POTTER AND LORD CONSORT POTTER STILL MISSING!

The story went on to give photos and details of their bonding and what had happened with former Minister of Magic Fudge. There were speculations on where they were and what they were doing. All of them were wrong. The Prophet had tried to interview all of the Weasleys, the Malfoys, Albus Dumbledore and anyone who knew Harry. They had not cooperated.

Bill looked up from the paper to meet Amanda Brooks-Brown's amused gaze. "I must admit, Lord Consort Potter, that I was amazed that you were taking the risk of being found here. But, reading these articles made me realize that your papers are no more intelligent than ours. I will keep your secret, but I do suggest that you place a glamour on your husband, so that no one can see his scar. Now, I will send the healer up to your suite. I, of course, will get an oath from her that she tells no one what she is witness to."

"Thank you. I will do the same. We left England to protect ourselves. I am not willing to place my husband at any risk. I wanted to give him some of the things that had been missing from his childhood."

The older woman nodded. "I have read about Lord Potter's upbringing. I am sad to say that those things happen here as well. The Muggle world just does not understand magic, and those in it that do are few and far between."

She called the healer and Bill led her back to their suite. Harry hadn't moved from his spot on the bed, but he wasn't asleep. He smiled and looked relieved when Bill came and sat on the bed next to him.

"This is Healer Smith. She's going to see if she can find out what's wrong."

Harry nodded and slowly rolled to his back. The healer moved her wand over his body, starting with his head. As she reached his abdomen she stopped.

"Well, gentlemen, I've found the problem. You, Lord Potter, are about 6 weeks pregnant. Congratulations!"

Harry felt tears gather in his eyes. "I'm going to have a baby?"

She nodded and smiled at him. "Yes, you are."

Harry reached for Bill and hugged him tightly. "We're going to have a baby!"

Bill's mouth covered his in a soft, loving kiss. "Yes, Love, we are."

Bill looked at the healer. "Please swear on your magic that you will tell no one, not even Ms. Brooks-Brown, what you've found. I will not have my husband placed at risk."

The healer agreed and made her oath. She gave Harry some nutrient potions to take and asked that they see her again before they left for England.

Sorry that it's so short, but I'm having a bit of writer's block with this one!