Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion
Chapter Eight: Exams, exams, exams and Voldemort.
Chapter Eight! I need filler ideas. -_-. My muses have all come down with colds. We've had a bout of heavy rains over the last few days. I've also got a headache, sore throat and growing pains in my back and right elbow. The muses must have picked it up from me. Either way, no one's been able to go scrounging for plot-bunnies (any that are still around are vampiric. I need the cutesy little baby ones) so I'm running out of ideas. I've got plenty for chapter nine.after that it's just a void. Oh well. I'll think of something. It was just a void after chapter one, and now look where I am! ^^;;;
~*~
Month 7
Pressure began mounting on the seventh-years as NEWTS grew ever closer. These Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were the last exams they would ever take at Hogwarts and Hermione was taking their name very seriously.
"I have something for you two." She stated, sitting down beside Harry and Ron at breakfast on the fourth of May.
"Please say it's a cure for heartburn. Either that or a banana and marmite sandwich?" Ron said pleadingly. The fact that he was having twins was making the uncomforts of the third trimester come really early. Just last week he'd been complaining of swollen ankles and backache.
"No. Timetables!" Hermione said cheerfully. She plonked them down in front of the boys' corn flakes bowls.
They groaned. "We don't need timetables, 'Mione." Harry said. "We've gotten by just fine without them in the past."
"That was the past." Hermione replied, sternly. "NEWTS are very difficult. In Hogwarts: A History, it states that pupils who have done very well in previous years often do very badly in their seventh year because they are simply unprepared."
The boys groaned. It was difficult to stop Hermione when she got into one of these moods. Harry reached for his timetable and began studying it.
"I've divided your time into lessons, studying for various subjects, bed- rest and doctor's appointments. I took the liberty of finding out from Madam Pomfrey when your appointments are. You're getting them every second week now."
Ron grimaced as he looked at his sheet. "But why bed-rest? We're not ill."
"Honestly, Ron. You really have to think." Hermione said irritably, sighing. "You're pregnant. Pregnant moth.fathers.need their rest. It says so in all the books."
"All the books also say that it's the women who get pregnant." Ron pointed out through a mouthful of cottage cheese and apple slices.
"You know, he has a point." Ginny said from her seat across from her brother. Ron smiled at her. "Much as I hate to admit it." She finished. The older of the two redheads scowled at her and lobbed his remaining cottage cheese at her.
"So," Said Harry, changing the subject slightly. "Have you thought of any names yet?"
"Yeah. Possible Black Belt One and Possible Black Belt Two." Ron said, chewing on an apple slice again. "They kick like bloody Hippogriffs."
Ginny snorted. "Poor you. I'm not looking forward to having kids. Not after seeing the effects it has on you guys."
Ron glared at her. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, for starters, you've gained-" Ginny didn't finish. Hermione elbowed her in the ribs.
"What?" Harry said, narrowing his eyes.
"Uh.you've.you've gained so much.responsibility. I wouldn't want to be having a kid yet. You guys are only seventeen." Ginny finished.
"Nice save." Hermione muttered to her. Aloud she said, "Julie's a nice name."
"Hmm." Ron said, staring off into space, munching on apples.
~*~
The fozzel was growing up in the meantime. It had doubled in size over the past month and was the reason everyone began really enjoying Care of Magical Creatures Class.
"Now, Fuzzy's at the age where 'e would normally be taught to fly." Hagrid said one Friday morning. "Now, since 'e lost 'is mum, we're gonna have to show 'im how." And he produced a large pair of home-made wings from behind his back.
The class looked dubiously at him.
"Now, I need someone to put these wings on, an' flap, see. Try an' get 'im to do the same." Hagrid looked around hopefully at the class.
Harry and Ron desperately wanted to volunteer, but obviously they couldn't, given their current conditions.
"I'll do it, Hagrid." Hermione said, holding her hands out for the wings. Hagrid gratefully helped her slip them on her arms.
"Now, I think you jus' gotta flap. See if 'e copies."
Hermione, feeling like an idiot, began to flap her arms, causing downdrafts of wind to stir the dust beneath her feet and send it flying into Fuzzy's face. The fozzel sneezed and promptly dived behind Hagrid.
Hermione stopped. "I don't think this is working."
"Try throwing him up into the air." Ron suggested. "Throw him up high. His natural instincts will be to fly. Make sure you catch him if he doesn't them."
Hermione glared at him. "So much for paternal instincts. You wouldn't throw your kids up into the air, would you?"
Ron stared down at the ground (although given the size of his belly this was hard to do) and drew patterns in the sand with the toe of his shoe. "Well.no."
"Then we don't do that to Fuzzy." Hermione told him firmly. She turned to the half-giant. "Why don't we put him with one of the tamer Hippogriffs? That might help."
~*~
While Care of Magical Creatures was relatively easy to revise for, the other subjects were far harder. It was not just from the workload, but the working conditions. Herbology, for instance, involved having to stand for an hour in the sweltering heat of Greenhouse Five, where most of the work during the year had taken place. Earlier in the year, the seventh year pregnant boys had not been very amused to find out that they were expected to tend Proccit plants, the bane of their existence for nine whole months.
Divination was becoming increasingly unbearable. The weather was warming up considerably and the North Tower, with its ever-burning fire, was as hot as an oven. Professor Trelawney was still predicting Harry's death, although not as much as usual given the fact that Harry had become even more highly emotional over the last few months.
And as if NEWTS weren't enough to worry about, Voldemort had been sighted again.
It was breakfast, about a week later, when Dumbledore stood up and made the announcement.
"As you all know, a few months ago there was a sighting of Lord Voldemort." everyone cringed at the name, "a few miles away from Hogsmeade." Since he hasn't been seen since in this area since, people have been believing it was only a sick joke. However, last night an entire section of Hogsmeade was obliterated and the Dark Mark was seen hovering over the scene." The students gasped and huddled closer together. Harry pressed his hand protectively against his stomach. "It is because of this," Dumbledore went on, "that new rules have been installed. No student will leave the castle for any reason. Care Of Magical Creatures and Herbology will take place indoors. You will all be accompanied to your next classes by a teacher and no student may wander the corridors alone. Please understand that these measures have been taken for your safety and please do not disregard them." The headmaster sat down to a stunned silence that didn't last long before the students began to converse worriedly in whispers.
"The way he talks.you don't think You Know Who is gonna try attack the school, do you?" Ron asked, both arms wrapped round his midsection.
"Of course not." Hermione told him reassuringly. "He's always been afraid Dumbledore. There's no way he'd try and attack."
Harry sat absently stroking his stomach. So. Voldemort was here. An entire section of Hogsmeade destroyed. How many had died? How many more had suffered? Alex gave a reassuring kick and Harry smiled as he realised that in less than two months, he would be holding his baby son in his arms.
Harry decided not to worry too much. Quite apart from it being bad for the baby, he knew he was safe in Hogwarts.
After all, Voldemort wouldn't be stupid enough to break in right under Albus Dumbledore's nose. Would he?
~*~
And FINALLY the end of Chapter eight. This has seriously taken me a long time. And I still can't post on FFN *growls*. I don't really like these last two chapters. They've really just been there to fill up space. Fuzzy is going to play a part in this.somewhere.
Dark angsty stuff coming up. Dammit, this was SUPPOSED to be a comedy. But the muses take life WAY too seriously. And like I said before, it's very difficult to argue with 16 people.
~*~
Chapter Eight! I need filler ideas. -_-. My muses have all come down with colds. We've had a bout of heavy rains over the last few days. I've also got a headache, sore throat and growing pains in my back and right elbow. The muses must have picked it up from me. Either way, no one's been able to go scrounging for plot-bunnies (any that are still around are vampiric. I need the cutesy little baby ones) so I'm running out of ideas. I've got plenty for chapter nine.after that it's just a void. Oh well. I'll think of something. It was just a void after chapter one, and now look where I am! ^^;;;
~*~
Month 7
Pressure began mounting on the seventh-years as NEWTS grew ever closer. These Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were the last exams they would ever take at Hogwarts and Hermione was taking their name very seriously.
"I have something for you two." She stated, sitting down beside Harry and Ron at breakfast on the fourth of May.
"Please say it's a cure for heartburn. Either that or a banana and marmite sandwich?" Ron said pleadingly. The fact that he was having twins was making the uncomforts of the third trimester come really early. Just last week he'd been complaining of swollen ankles and backache.
"No. Timetables!" Hermione said cheerfully. She plonked them down in front of the boys' corn flakes bowls.
They groaned. "We don't need timetables, 'Mione." Harry said. "We've gotten by just fine without them in the past."
"That was the past." Hermione replied, sternly. "NEWTS are very difficult. In Hogwarts: A History, it states that pupils who have done very well in previous years often do very badly in their seventh year because they are simply unprepared."
The boys groaned. It was difficult to stop Hermione when she got into one of these moods. Harry reached for his timetable and began studying it.
"I've divided your time into lessons, studying for various subjects, bed- rest and doctor's appointments. I took the liberty of finding out from Madam Pomfrey when your appointments are. You're getting them every second week now."
Ron grimaced as he looked at his sheet. "But why bed-rest? We're not ill."
"Honestly, Ron. You really have to think." Hermione said irritably, sighing. "You're pregnant. Pregnant moth.fathers.need their rest. It says so in all the books."
"All the books also say that it's the women who get pregnant." Ron pointed out through a mouthful of cottage cheese and apple slices.
"You know, he has a point." Ginny said from her seat across from her brother. Ron smiled at her. "Much as I hate to admit it." She finished. The older of the two redheads scowled at her and lobbed his remaining cottage cheese at her.
"So," Said Harry, changing the subject slightly. "Have you thought of any names yet?"
"Yeah. Possible Black Belt One and Possible Black Belt Two." Ron said, chewing on an apple slice again. "They kick like bloody Hippogriffs."
Ginny snorted. "Poor you. I'm not looking forward to having kids. Not after seeing the effects it has on you guys."
Ron glared at her. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, for starters, you've gained-" Ginny didn't finish. Hermione elbowed her in the ribs.
"What?" Harry said, narrowing his eyes.
"Uh.you've.you've gained so much.responsibility. I wouldn't want to be having a kid yet. You guys are only seventeen." Ginny finished.
"Nice save." Hermione muttered to her. Aloud she said, "Julie's a nice name."
"Hmm." Ron said, staring off into space, munching on apples.
~*~
The fozzel was growing up in the meantime. It had doubled in size over the past month and was the reason everyone began really enjoying Care of Magical Creatures Class.
"Now, Fuzzy's at the age where 'e would normally be taught to fly." Hagrid said one Friday morning. "Now, since 'e lost 'is mum, we're gonna have to show 'im how." And he produced a large pair of home-made wings from behind his back.
The class looked dubiously at him.
"Now, I need someone to put these wings on, an' flap, see. Try an' get 'im to do the same." Hagrid looked around hopefully at the class.
Harry and Ron desperately wanted to volunteer, but obviously they couldn't, given their current conditions.
"I'll do it, Hagrid." Hermione said, holding her hands out for the wings. Hagrid gratefully helped her slip them on her arms.
"Now, I think you jus' gotta flap. See if 'e copies."
Hermione, feeling like an idiot, began to flap her arms, causing downdrafts of wind to stir the dust beneath her feet and send it flying into Fuzzy's face. The fozzel sneezed and promptly dived behind Hagrid.
Hermione stopped. "I don't think this is working."
"Try throwing him up into the air." Ron suggested. "Throw him up high. His natural instincts will be to fly. Make sure you catch him if he doesn't them."
Hermione glared at him. "So much for paternal instincts. You wouldn't throw your kids up into the air, would you?"
Ron stared down at the ground (although given the size of his belly this was hard to do) and drew patterns in the sand with the toe of his shoe. "Well.no."
"Then we don't do that to Fuzzy." Hermione told him firmly. She turned to the half-giant. "Why don't we put him with one of the tamer Hippogriffs? That might help."
~*~
While Care of Magical Creatures was relatively easy to revise for, the other subjects were far harder. It was not just from the workload, but the working conditions. Herbology, for instance, involved having to stand for an hour in the sweltering heat of Greenhouse Five, where most of the work during the year had taken place. Earlier in the year, the seventh year pregnant boys had not been very amused to find out that they were expected to tend Proccit plants, the bane of their existence for nine whole months.
Divination was becoming increasingly unbearable. The weather was warming up considerably and the North Tower, with its ever-burning fire, was as hot as an oven. Professor Trelawney was still predicting Harry's death, although not as much as usual given the fact that Harry had become even more highly emotional over the last few months.
And as if NEWTS weren't enough to worry about, Voldemort had been sighted again.
It was breakfast, about a week later, when Dumbledore stood up and made the announcement.
"As you all know, a few months ago there was a sighting of Lord Voldemort." everyone cringed at the name, "a few miles away from Hogsmeade." Since he hasn't been seen since in this area since, people have been believing it was only a sick joke. However, last night an entire section of Hogsmeade was obliterated and the Dark Mark was seen hovering over the scene." The students gasped and huddled closer together. Harry pressed his hand protectively against his stomach. "It is because of this," Dumbledore went on, "that new rules have been installed. No student will leave the castle for any reason. Care Of Magical Creatures and Herbology will take place indoors. You will all be accompanied to your next classes by a teacher and no student may wander the corridors alone. Please understand that these measures have been taken for your safety and please do not disregard them." The headmaster sat down to a stunned silence that didn't last long before the students began to converse worriedly in whispers.
"The way he talks.you don't think You Know Who is gonna try attack the school, do you?" Ron asked, both arms wrapped round his midsection.
"Of course not." Hermione told him reassuringly. "He's always been afraid Dumbledore. There's no way he'd try and attack."
Harry sat absently stroking his stomach. So. Voldemort was here. An entire section of Hogsmeade destroyed. How many had died? How many more had suffered? Alex gave a reassuring kick and Harry smiled as he realised that in less than two months, he would be holding his baby son in his arms.
Harry decided not to worry too much. Quite apart from it being bad for the baby, he knew he was safe in Hogwarts.
After all, Voldemort wouldn't be stupid enough to break in right under Albus Dumbledore's nose. Would he?
~*~
And FINALLY the end of Chapter eight. This has seriously taken me a long time. And I still can't post on FFN *growls*. I don't really like these last two chapters. They've really just been there to fill up space. Fuzzy is going to play a part in this.somewhere.
Dark angsty stuff coming up. Dammit, this was SUPPOSED to be a comedy. But the muses take life WAY too seriously. And like I said before, it's very difficult to argue with 16 people.
~*~
