Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warnings: Foul Language, OOC, Shock, Uhm, and I cant warn you of the other thing yet..
Word Count: 1,933
Chapter 11:
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
-Move Along by All American Rejects
Harry parked the borrowed car outside of Bobby's place and carefully picked up a twin in each arm. He grunted; they were heavier than they seemed. He went to take a step forward and stopped, closing his eyes briefly as he felt a flash of pain. Sitting down for such a long amount of time had not been kind to him. Sighing, Harry slowly walked up to Bobby's door. It opened up as he got close and Harry felt a smile spread over his face as he took in Bobby's concerned face.
"Aidan and Alex," he told Bobby as the man took one of the twins. The older hunter nodded before splashing a bit of Holy Water on all three of them. Harry rolled his eyes, "I should just get an Anti-Possession charm tattooed on my body."
"That might help," Bobby told him before putting one of the twins on the couch. Harry gently put down the other and watched how they clutched onto one another. Bobby glanced Harry for a moment before wheeling into the kitchen. "So," he started after opening a bottle of beer, "want to explain everything that happened?"
"Want to? No. Will I? Yes." Bobby gave him a look. "Well, a storm caught up to us about halfway here and I had the brilliant idea of stopping at a motel. We stopped and everything went down after that. We walked in, I fucked the Virgin, we met the Gods, Gabriel showed up, Lucifer showed up, Gods died, Gabriel died, and we got the twins and ran. That night I let Dean fuck me. Any questions?" He swiped Bobby's beer bottle and drained it.
He didn't look at Bobby, not wanting to see the pity or disappointment. He could hear the words Dean had whispered to him—promises and lies. He could imagine how Gabriel died—alone—just like he would die. It hadn't always been this way, Harry remembered. One time he had been happy. He had had a loving fiancé and a family that would die for him. Then, Ginny had been possessed and he had killed her, he had stabbed her through her chest—watched as the black smoke poured from the body, leaving only a carcass behind. The Weasleys had watched him kill their only daughter.
At that time he had only one choice, and so he fled for the United States of America and prayed that he could build a life. A year later he met Bobby while trying to detach Ginny's soul from his. This had begun a very tentative friendship and he had gone on, trying to incorporate the Muggle world into his life for the first time since he was eleven. And while it hadn't been the dream life people said America was, it was a life. He wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived or the Chosen One. He was just Harry.
"—arry? Harry?" Harry's eyes snapped to Bobby's. Bobby frowned as he took in how bright the verdant eyes were. He rolled his eyes when he realized the boy wouldn't cry in front of him. "Harry James Potter," he snapped, "You are not going to sulk around this house or in your apartment. You are not going to complain about how your life is horrible. Yes, people died, one of them was a close friend. Yes, Dean gave you one night and then ran like a coward in the morning. Did you expect anything different from the idjit?"
"No," Harry whispered, hands clutched in his lap. Just because he knew it was going to happen didn't mean that it didn't hurt any less.
"Good," Bobby told him gruffly. "Now, you are going to make sure those two boys are okay on the couch and then you are going to come over here and tell me everything that happened. You will not just a skim over facts and you will be going back to school. I won't repeat myself after this: You will not sulk; you will go on with your life. Do you understand?"
Harry gulped, eyes wide, "Yes, Bobby."
"Good, now go check on those boys while I cook something."
Harry got up and shakily walked the few feet to the living room. He saw the boys awake and sitting in the corner of the couch. Smiling gently he moved so he was in their vision. "Hey, you guys feeling okay?"
Aidan—he could tell from the protective grip on Alex—nodded. "Yeah, just- just where are we?"
"We're at a good friends house, his name is Bobby. He's making some food right now. You'll be staying here till I can find a good family that can take you in and love you. Do you guys need anything?"
Alex shifted a little, "Uh, well, I'm kind of hungry. Can we eat with you?" Aidan paled before scolding his brother lightly, Harry only caught the words "wait" and "don't assume".
Harry frowned before giving them small smiles, "Course, we aren't going to starve you guys. You look as thin as paper anyways. Come on, you can meet Bobby." He motioned for them to follow and watched as Aidan got up first, before Alex was allowed. Harry raised an eyebrow at Aidan. Aidan shrugged before following Harry into the kitchen. He let Bobby calm the boys down with his soothing presence and the smell of food before quietly slipping upstairs.
He would have to make sure the guest room was suitable for the twins. Passing a closet he grabbed a few blankets and pillows and slipped into the room. He froze when he saw pictures of the Winchesters—all three of them—grinning and smiling. His chest ached as he caught sight of Deans' smiling face. He walked over to the pictures and traced the carefree faces in them; it must have been when they took a break from hunting to just visit Bobby.
Harry turned the picture around before switching the covers and sheets on the bed. He hummed a song as he worked, desperate to keep his mind off of that night. His eyes welled with tears and he scrubbed them away angrily. He would not cry and turn into some pathetic guy just because he had been left after a night of wonderful sex. It was just a guy who meant nothing to him.
It even sounded like a lie in his head.
-0-
"Night," He told the twins as they snuggled into the bed.
"Night," they replied. He went to shut off the light before Alex let out a small cry. "Please don't turn off the lights," he whispered, clutching his brother tighter.
Harry nodded, leaving the light alone. He cautiously approached the bed and sat on the edge. "Would you guys like me to tell you a story or even a lullaby?"
"Please?" Aidan asked shyly. A blush stole across his cheeks as Harry grinned at him and gently made them move over so he could lie down.
Harry paused, thinking of a story to tell. He settled on a simple one, "A long time ago, there was a beautiful family. They had a Mother and Father, a daughter and son, and grandparents. One day, the daughter's fairy godmother came to them…"
-0- Two weeks later
Harry gripped the edge of the toilet bowl, throwing up the remains of the salad he ate earlier. He grimaced at the taste in his mouth; he didn't know why he was throwing up. His stomach had been bothering him for a few days now. Getting up slowly, Harry rinsed out his mouth and walked to his small kitchen, hoping some tea would settle his stomach. He put the kettle on and turned back to his table.
He let out a small scream when he saw Castiel just sitting there, staring at him. Clutching his chest he raised an eyebrow at the Angel. "Warn somebody next time!" Harry let out a puff of hair, calming his racing heart, "Why are you here, Castiel?"
Castiel's blue eyes pierced him, "You need help and yet you do not know it." Harry unconsciously touched the glaring black mark on his cheek. It hadn't even started fading yet. "No," Castiel told him, catching the touch. "This is not about how Lucifer wishes for you to be his mate." Castiel gripped his chin and examined the black spot.
"Then what is this about Castiel?" Harry moved away, making Castiel release him.
"You truly do not know?" Harry shook his head as Castiel frowned. "You should have felt the creation," He murmured, looking lost. "Father should have blessed you with the knowledge…"
"Well, in case you didn't get the memo: God HATES me!" Harry snapped.
"No, no," Castiel said patiently. "Our Heavenly Father hates no one. He only has your best interest in mind. He must've thought it would be better for you not to know about it right away."
Harry's eye twitched, "Castiel, get on with it."
"Did you know that some old Wizarding lines carry a special ability?" Harry shook his head. Where was this going? "ThePotters had an ability that made them Elite in the Wizarding world. It made them better than the other families who didn't have it. God gifted only five families in the whole Wizarding World with this ability. This ability ensured the continuation of each family's line, and would only snap into place if an heir to the line was not sure of their se-sexual preference." Harry snorted at how Castiel whispered that last part. Castiel continued, undeterred, "Also, it evened the odds for women; God wanted to see if men could handle it."
"What ability are you talking about Castiel? If men could handle what?"
"The ability to carry a child to term."
The room was plunged into silence. Harry cocked his head to the side, refusing to see the truth before him. "Why do I need to know this? So when I have sex with another man I remember to make them use a condom?" He shrugged, "This doesn't affect me, Castiel."
"Yes it does." Castiel's hands moved from his sides to Harry's abdomen, "You are pregnant Harry Potter."
Harry felt his eye twitch, his mind whirling, trying to accept this. Pregnant? he thought, men can't get pregnant… wait, something about families. Right, that whole pure blood supremacy shit…God damn it, why me? He staggered back from the angel, who was staring at him with concerned blue eyes. I'm pregnant, he thought. Nope, no reaction. He tried again; I'm going to have a child. Why couldn't he comprehend this? One more time; Dean bloody Winchester knocked me up…that went through. "Holy crap," Harry muttered, feeling lightheaded. "I'll be right back," he whispered before stalking into his living room. He ignored the fluttering of wings, symbolizing that Castiel had left. He had a phone call to make.
He picked up his phone and sat on the couch. He quickly dialed Dean's number and wasn't surprised when it went to voicemail. "You are so dead!" He hissed before ending the call and dialing Bobby's number.
"Hello?" Bobby answered.
"I'm coming over." Harry snapped, already on his feet, collecting his jacket and keys.
"Harry, the Win—," Harry hung up, not interested in what Bobby had to say.
Shock, Harry mused, is a beautiful thing.
A/N: Hmm, yeah, thank you to my Beta. She's wonderful. uh, thank you to the reviewers and what not. i really enjoy reading what you guys think of the story. Hmm, yeah, warning: Mpreg. It surprisingly fits really well into the story line My Beta and Me have concocted *evil laugh*. Please review and give me your thoughts on the new development. Oh, yeah, by the way, since school will be starting in a few weeks (EW!) I'm not sure what updates will be like.. Yeah, but Please Review they make me smile!
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