Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion
Chapter Ten: New beginnings For All
Ah. Chapter 10. Sorry this is taking so long.but my mind is in the middle of a rather large war here and I've gained three more muses so things have been pretty hectic - not a plot-bunny to be found. *Grumbles*. Gods.twenty muses people.TWENTY!!!
And not to mention I'm in grade freaking 12. I don't know how I managed to pass last year. I really don't. I didn't work at all last year so it must have been a glitch in the computer system. But the workload this year is unbelievable. And I have to do it. I HAVE to pass this year. -_- Only seven months of school left and then I am free.
Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion is almost at an end. This is the last chapter. But for any fans, I have a sequel idea floating around in the maniacal depths of my mind.
And without further ado.
~*~
The news of Voldemort's defeat swept through the wizarding world like wildfire. People were rejoicing so much that the Muggles seemed to think New Years had come early, and Hogwarts found itself to be plagued by reporters from newspapers, magazines and radio services around the world. It seemed that everyone wanted an interview with the four heroes: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy. The whole world wanted to know the details of the epic battle and refused to go away when they were told the truth.so of course, embellishments were made.
".And so we heard Draco screaming, incredibly blood-curdling sound that, and we ran, following the screams until we found them." Sirius told the Spellbound Press, a Canadian paper. "Draco was still on his feet, valiantly trying to fight off the Cruciatus curse and Voldemort." The reporters flinched ".was standing over him, cackling like a maniac. Harry dove at him, wrapping his fingers around Voldemort's neck, stopping him from aiming any curses, and then he jumped aside, pulled out his wand and we all hit him with the killing curse." The press gasped. "Well, we didn't have much of a choice, did we? Nothing else would kill him. He was too strong."
The last week of school passed relatively uneventfully, unless one counts the memorable moment when Fuzzy the Fozzel finally took to the skies after living with a Hippogriff foster mother for a month. He became as adept as any owl at delivering messages, as long as the recipients were close by.
Harry, Draco and the rest of the pregnant group had decided to stay at Hogwarts at least for the start of the summer holidays. There were many reasons for this. Mostly it was because Dr Kingsby's practice was based in Hogsmeade so it was easier for her. Also, many of the boys had no contact with a female person outside Hogwarts who could teach them the basics of childcare. Harry didn't have a home to go to, neither did Draco who had been disowned by his family. Sirius and Severus both lived alone, although they had mutually decided to get a place together once they knew what they were doing. They would remain as teachers in the new year, since Dumbledore had promised to set up a day-care in the school. The rest of the boys who had homes simply decided to say for moral support.
The final day of term arrived at last. Ravenclaw, due to a spectacular win of the Quidditch Cup had won the House Cup for the first time in over fifty years. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams had been deprived of their best players and hadn't stood a chance against the blue house's well-co- ordinated side.
Once Harry and Draco had said goodbye to their friends (Hermione had promised to write and had threatened them with death if they didn't write to tell her when Harry and Ron's babies came) they decided to take a walk in the castle grounds with Sam in her little pushchair. The two-week-old baby was still tiny, although her eyes had begun to change colour from baby- blue to the trademark Potter-green eyes. She was shaping up to look just like Lily Potter had.
The couple walked in silence for a while, slowly since Harry was finding it increasingly difficult to walk these days. It was the raven-haired boy who spoke first.
"So.where do we go from here?"
They stopped under the shade of a large tree. Draco sighed. "I'm really not sure."
"Do you.I mean.do you want to stay with me?" Harry asked hopefully, staring into the blonde's face. Draco looked up, shocked.
"You.you want me to stay with you?" He asked incredulously.
Harry stared at him. "Of course I want you to stay with me. I love you, and Sam." He smiled down at their sleeping daughter. "I want nothing more than to spend my life with you." He carried on quickly to stop Draco saying anything. "I know we spent six years as enemies and we've barely been friends for nine months but this just feels right to me."
Harry's face went red and he looked down at his mid-section. "We have a child together, no matter how she was created, and we'll soon have another. I don't want Alex to grow up without his other father, or his sister."
Draco stared at the taller boy, tears clouding his vision. "I love you too, Harry. I want to be with you, always. I just never knew you wanted it as much as I." The tears spilled down his cheeks unchecked.
Harry drew the blonde into his arms and brushed his lips against the other's tenderly. He stroked the pale strands of Draco's hair, his fingers gently combing out any tangles cause by the slight breeze.
Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted over to them on the breeze, breaking the tender moment. The two looked up to see the familiar slight shape of Colin Creevey running towards them as fast as he could.
"Colin?" Harry said stunned as the smaller boy caught up to them, panting for breath. "What are you still doing here? You'll miss the train home."
"Doesn't.matter.Neville.labour.said I.should call you." Colin gasped.
Harry grabbed the mousy boy by the shoulders. "Neville's in labour?"
Colin nodded. "He said I should find you."
"Where is he?" Draco demanded.
"The library. We were." The boy trailed off and blushed. "We were there and he just collapsed. He told me to find you." Colin seemed to develop a habit of repeating himself.
"Colin, I want you to run and find Madam Pomfrey, Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape or anyone else you can think of." Harry said. "Take them to him. If you can't find a teacher, then send an owl quickly to Dr Kingsby." The brunette thought for a moment. "Is your brother still around?" He added as an afterthought.
Colin nodded. "He's waiting for me in the entrance hall."
"Good. Then get to him first, tell him to send an owl to Dr Kingsby and then find a teacher. We'll go straight to the library. Go! Now!"
The two fathers watched as Colin sped off towards the castle again before hurrying as fast as they could towards the library.
*
It took a full fifteen minutes before Harry and Draco finally reached the library. Neville had managed to pull himself onto a chair and was wincing every so often.
"What took you so fucking long?" Neville demanded, glaring at the other boys.
Draco and Harry stared at him for a moment. It was very rare that Neville swore. Draco pointed at Harry's over-large belly and the sleeping baby in the pram. "We can't move very fast, you know."
Neville apologised, and then doubled over, gasping for breath. "It hurts."
Draco put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "I know. Been there. Colin's gone to fetch someone."
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey, Dr Kingsby and Professor McGonagall bustled in, led by Colin and followed closely by Madam Pince, the librarian, who had just stepped out of the library for a quick cup of tea. Dr Kingsby hurried over to the labouring boy. "How far apart are the contractions?" She asked, feeling his belly with her nimble fingers.
"About two minutes." Groaned Neville through gritted teeth as another one wracked his body.
"Oh boy. This little one's in a hurry. I don't think there's enough time to get him to the hospital wing. Poppy, blankets and hot water. We have to do this now or he could start haemorrhaging." Dr Kingsby ordered, opening her bag and pulling out some disinfectant.
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pince looked sick, as did Colin who had moved over to Neville's side and was holding his hand. Draco and Harry looked over at each other knowingly. They led the two teachers out into the hall, leaving the matron, doctor and boyfriend to take care of Neville.
~*~
Colin and Denis Creevey didn't seem to mind having missed the train home. Professor Dumbledore had sent a letter to their parents informing them of what had transpired on the last day of term.
The birth of Amy Longbottom had been a joyous affair. Amelia Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, had arrived as soon as Dumbledore owled her and was convinced that Neville had named his daughter after her. She seemed so happy that no one thought to contradict her.
The remainder of the boys all thought to contact their families, inviting them over to stay until their own children were born so that no one would have the shock of opening a letter whilst eating their cornflakes on a Saturday morning that they had suddenly become grandparents. Mrs Weasely was now spending her time bustling around helping out the new parents and giving them advice on childcare. The day after Amy's birth, Dean and Seamus went into labour and that evening both Michael Thomas and Ian Finnigan graced the world with their presence. Both fathers were very grateful to have an experienced mother telling them what to do.
Another bonus was that Sirius and Severus suddenly remembered Fred and George Weasely and ordered them over. The two jokers were as exhausted as the parents by the end of each day, having spent them changing nappies, giving massages and foot-rubs and making sure each father-to-be and new- father was happy.
In the course of the next week, Lily Black and Kirrin Snape entered the world within two days of each other and a few days later at lunch, Severus and Sirius announced their engagement to be married in a few months. Everyone heartily agreed with this, having seen how close the two had grown over the past ten months.
Hermione got sick of waiting for Ron and Harry's children and had arrived at Hogwarts as a surprise and also to show off her new Apparating license by showing up in Hogsmeade in the blink of an eye. The next day, Emma and Katherine Weasely were born which says a lot for woman's intuition. Hermione now spent her days doting over the tiny redheaded girls who she learned to tell apart after an hour. Molly Weasely had turned into a cooing mess the minute the twins had entered the world.
Which now left Harry. Alexander James Potter was evidently too comfortable and simply did not want to be born.
"It's normal, love." Molly said when the Boy Who Lived confided in her with his worries. "Bill and Charlie were both three weeks late, and Ginny was no better. Your little one will be here in a bit. Just wait."
*
She turned out to be right. Two days later, Draco was jolted awake one night by a cry of "OW! Shit!" from the next bed. He jumped up, glancing over at the crib where a sleeping Samantha lay, completely unaware of Harry's scream. "Harry? Are you alright?" Draco called, opening the hangings around the other boy's bed.
"No." Came the pained reply. "I think Alex has finally decided to drop in." Despite the humour in Harry's voice, Draco could sense that his partner was shit scared.
"Don't worry. Just let me put Sam in the pushchair and we'll get you over to the hospital wing." Draco said tenderly, no longer as perturbed by imminent birth as he was a month ago.
Sam didn't stir as she was transferred from one crib to the other and was wheeled from the room by her father who was supporting her other dad with his other hand whispering words of support. Harry's labour was still in the early stages so thankfully, the contractions came at long intervals. They made it to the hospital wing just as the brunette experienced another. Draco left the pushchair at the door in order to support his boyfriend and help him over to a bed before running to call the matron.
"Madam Pomfrey!" He called as he ran through the ward to the nurse's rooms. The woman bustled out. "Harry." She said before Draco could open his mouth. "And it's about time too." She narrowed her eyes as she peered at the clock on the wall. "Bloody hell, it's one a.m." The she blushed as she realised what she'd just said. "Sorry dear. Let me just send a quick owl to Dr Kingsby and we'll go see to that boyfriend of yours." Draco's face went scarlet and Madam Pomfrey smiled when he didn't deny any such thing.
A thin wail reached their ears. It seemed Samantha had finally woken up at last. Draco excused himself and ran back to the ward to comfort his daughter.
Harry was lying on the bed, breathing deeply in the throes of another contraction. Draco quickly picked up Sam, who immediately stopped crying, and walked over to the brunette, cradling his baby daughter in one hand and stroking Harry's forehead with the other.
The door opened again and the two boys looked up, hoping to see Dr Kingsby. Instead, they saw the next best thing: Hermione.
"Harry shouts loud enough to wake the dead." The girl said, by means of explanation. "Ron's and my room is right next to yours you know." Hermione and Ron had officially announced themselves to be an item four days previously at breakfast. "He'll be along in a minute. He's just sorting out the twins and told me to get my arse over here." She held out her arms for Sam. "I'll hold her if you want."
Harry and Draco grinned up at her and Draco gratefully handed the little girl up to her, but before they could say anything the door opened again and Dr Kingsby hurried over, Madam Pomfrey coming in from the other side of the wing. "I have never had so many deliveries in so short a time. Not even with my woman patients." The doctor said, quickly administering the spine- numbing charm on Harry who breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor and nurse team wasted no time. After telling Hermione and Ron, who'd arrived with his girls, to go to the other side of the ward and stay out of the way, Dr Kingsby hoisted Harry's pyjama top up and removed his pants to avoid mess and began to cut carefully through the skin of Harry's abdomen. The two boys looked vaguely green at the sight and tried not to look, although Harry's eyes kept drifting back to the bloody mess of his belly and the look of fixed concentration on the doctor's face. Soon though, the thin, angry cries of a newborn filled the air and everyone smiled, breathing a sigh of relief that the whole thing was over at last.
Dr Kingsby laughed and handed the baby boy to his waiting fathers. Hermione and Ron came over tentatively, each holding a twin with Sam sleeping in the pushchair. The baby girl opened her eyes and stared groggily up at her fathers. Draco grinned and picked her up so she could see her brother, even though she probably didn't have the slightest clue what was going on. "Sam, meet Alexander James Potter, your little brother."
Harry had a look of complete adoration on his face. He kissed his son's forehead ever so gently and then brushed his lips against Draco's. "I love you." He whispered. "All of you."
And both boys smiled as they realised that, for the first time in their lives, they had a family.
~*~
THE END!!!
YAY! I've finished it! This is the longest thing I have ever written! And I doubt I would have finished it if it weren't for all the WONDERFUL reviews I've had for this! I LOVE you guys! *Sends muses over to all her reviewers armed with chocolate bars and bouquets f flowers* And as a reward.I HAVE A SEQUEL PLANNED!!! I'm planning on starting it sometime this week, but I will be dishing out chapters at a pretty slow pace that may quicken during the March/April holidays depending on how much homework I have.
Best thing in the world at the moment: Only about 7 months left of school! In 202 days, on the 2nd of October, I will finally be finished with 12 years of school (Not counting play school and grade 0)! And on the 9th of October, I get to go BACK to school to write final exams. -_- Bugger. But I'll be finished. I'll be FREE! Boy that's a scary thought. ^_^
Anyway, I'll see you all in the sequel!
Bye!
Kitai Shinsei
Ah. Chapter 10. Sorry this is taking so long.but my mind is in the middle of a rather large war here and I've gained three more muses so things have been pretty hectic - not a plot-bunny to be found. *Grumbles*. Gods.twenty muses people.TWENTY!!!
And not to mention I'm in grade freaking 12. I don't know how I managed to pass last year. I really don't. I didn't work at all last year so it must have been a glitch in the computer system. But the workload this year is unbelievable. And I have to do it. I HAVE to pass this year. -_- Only seven months of school left and then I am free.
Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion is almost at an end. This is the last chapter. But for any fans, I have a sequel idea floating around in the maniacal depths of my mind.
And without further ado.
~*~
The news of Voldemort's defeat swept through the wizarding world like wildfire. People were rejoicing so much that the Muggles seemed to think New Years had come early, and Hogwarts found itself to be plagued by reporters from newspapers, magazines and radio services around the world. It seemed that everyone wanted an interview with the four heroes: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy. The whole world wanted to know the details of the epic battle and refused to go away when they were told the truth.so of course, embellishments were made.
".And so we heard Draco screaming, incredibly blood-curdling sound that, and we ran, following the screams until we found them." Sirius told the Spellbound Press, a Canadian paper. "Draco was still on his feet, valiantly trying to fight off the Cruciatus curse and Voldemort." The reporters flinched ".was standing over him, cackling like a maniac. Harry dove at him, wrapping his fingers around Voldemort's neck, stopping him from aiming any curses, and then he jumped aside, pulled out his wand and we all hit him with the killing curse." The press gasped. "Well, we didn't have much of a choice, did we? Nothing else would kill him. He was too strong."
The last week of school passed relatively uneventfully, unless one counts the memorable moment when Fuzzy the Fozzel finally took to the skies after living with a Hippogriff foster mother for a month. He became as adept as any owl at delivering messages, as long as the recipients were close by.
Harry, Draco and the rest of the pregnant group had decided to stay at Hogwarts at least for the start of the summer holidays. There were many reasons for this. Mostly it was because Dr Kingsby's practice was based in Hogsmeade so it was easier for her. Also, many of the boys had no contact with a female person outside Hogwarts who could teach them the basics of childcare. Harry didn't have a home to go to, neither did Draco who had been disowned by his family. Sirius and Severus both lived alone, although they had mutually decided to get a place together once they knew what they were doing. They would remain as teachers in the new year, since Dumbledore had promised to set up a day-care in the school. The rest of the boys who had homes simply decided to say for moral support.
The final day of term arrived at last. Ravenclaw, due to a spectacular win of the Quidditch Cup had won the House Cup for the first time in over fifty years. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams had been deprived of their best players and hadn't stood a chance against the blue house's well-co- ordinated side.
Once Harry and Draco had said goodbye to their friends (Hermione had promised to write and had threatened them with death if they didn't write to tell her when Harry and Ron's babies came) they decided to take a walk in the castle grounds with Sam in her little pushchair. The two-week-old baby was still tiny, although her eyes had begun to change colour from baby- blue to the trademark Potter-green eyes. She was shaping up to look just like Lily Potter had.
The couple walked in silence for a while, slowly since Harry was finding it increasingly difficult to walk these days. It was the raven-haired boy who spoke first.
"So.where do we go from here?"
They stopped under the shade of a large tree. Draco sighed. "I'm really not sure."
"Do you.I mean.do you want to stay with me?" Harry asked hopefully, staring into the blonde's face. Draco looked up, shocked.
"You.you want me to stay with you?" He asked incredulously.
Harry stared at him. "Of course I want you to stay with me. I love you, and Sam." He smiled down at their sleeping daughter. "I want nothing more than to spend my life with you." He carried on quickly to stop Draco saying anything. "I know we spent six years as enemies and we've barely been friends for nine months but this just feels right to me."
Harry's face went red and he looked down at his mid-section. "We have a child together, no matter how she was created, and we'll soon have another. I don't want Alex to grow up without his other father, or his sister."
Draco stared at the taller boy, tears clouding his vision. "I love you too, Harry. I want to be with you, always. I just never knew you wanted it as much as I." The tears spilled down his cheeks unchecked.
Harry drew the blonde into his arms and brushed his lips against the other's tenderly. He stroked the pale strands of Draco's hair, his fingers gently combing out any tangles cause by the slight breeze.
Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted over to them on the breeze, breaking the tender moment. The two looked up to see the familiar slight shape of Colin Creevey running towards them as fast as he could.
"Colin?" Harry said stunned as the smaller boy caught up to them, panting for breath. "What are you still doing here? You'll miss the train home."
"Doesn't.matter.Neville.labour.said I.should call you." Colin gasped.
Harry grabbed the mousy boy by the shoulders. "Neville's in labour?"
Colin nodded. "He said I should find you."
"Where is he?" Draco demanded.
"The library. We were." The boy trailed off and blushed. "We were there and he just collapsed. He told me to find you." Colin seemed to develop a habit of repeating himself.
"Colin, I want you to run and find Madam Pomfrey, Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape or anyone else you can think of." Harry said. "Take them to him. If you can't find a teacher, then send an owl quickly to Dr Kingsby." The brunette thought for a moment. "Is your brother still around?" He added as an afterthought.
Colin nodded. "He's waiting for me in the entrance hall."
"Good. Then get to him first, tell him to send an owl to Dr Kingsby and then find a teacher. We'll go straight to the library. Go! Now!"
The two fathers watched as Colin sped off towards the castle again before hurrying as fast as they could towards the library.
*
It took a full fifteen minutes before Harry and Draco finally reached the library. Neville had managed to pull himself onto a chair and was wincing every so often.
"What took you so fucking long?" Neville demanded, glaring at the other boys.
Draco and Harry stared at him for a moment. It was very rare that Neville swore. Draco pointed at Harry's over-large belly and the sleeping baby in the pram. "We can't move very fast, you know."
Neville apologised, and then doubled over, gasping for breath. "It hurts."
Draco put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "I know. Been there. Colin's gone to fetch someone."
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey, Dr Kingsby and Professor McGonagall bustled in, led by Colin and followed closely by Madam Pince, the librarian, who had just stepped out of the library for a quick cup of tea. Dr Kingsby hurried over to the labouring boy. "How far apart are the contractions?" She asked, feeling his belly with her nimble fingers.
"About two minutes." Groaned Neville through gritted teeth as another one wracked his body.
"Oh boy. This little one's in a hurry. I don't think there's enough time to get him to the hospital wing. Poppy, blankets and hot water. We have to do this now or he could start haemorrhaging." Dr Kingsby ordered, opening her bag and pulling out some disinfectant.
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pince looked sick, as did Colin who had moved over to Neville's side and was holding his hand. Draco and Harry looked over at each other knowingly. They led the two teachers out into the hall, leaving the matron, doctor and boyfriend to take care of Neville.
~*~
Colin and Denis Creevey didn't seem to mind having missed the train home. Professor Dumbledore had sent a letter to their parents informing them of what had transpired on the last day of term.
The birth of Amy Longbottom had been a joyous affair. Amelia Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, had arrived as soon as Dumbledore owled her and was convinced that Neville had named his daughter after her. She seemed so happy that no one thought to contradict her.
The remainder of the boys all thought to contact their families, inviting them over to stay until their own children were born so that no one would have the shock of opening a letter whilst eating their cornflakes on a Saturday morning that they had suddenly become grandparents. Mrs Weasely was now spending her time bustling around helping out the new parents and giving them advice on childcare. The day after Amy's birth, Dean and Seamus went into labour and that evening both Michael Thomas and Ian Finnigan graced the world with their presence. Both fathers were very grateful to have an experienced mother telling them what to do.
Another bonus was that Sirius and Severus suddenly remembered Fred and George Weasely and ordered them over. The two jokers were as exhausted as the parents by the end of each day, having spent them changing nappies, giving massages and foot-rubs and making sure each father-to-be and new- father was happy.
In the course of the next week, Lily Black and Kirrin Snape entered the world within two days of each other and a few days later at lunch, Severus and Sirius announced their engagement to be married in a few months. Everyone heartily agreed with this, having seen how close the two had grown over the past ten months.
Hermione got sick of waiting for Ron and Harry's children and had arrived at Hogwarts as a surprise and also to show off her new Apparating license by showing up in Hogsmeade in the blink of an eye. The next day, Emma and Katherine Weasely were born which says a lot for woman's intuition. Hermione now spent her days doting over the tiny redheaded girls who she learned to tell apart after an hour. Molly Weasely had turned into a cooing mess the minute the twins had entered the world.
Which now left Harry. Alexander James Potter was evidently too comfortable and simply did not want to be born.
"It's normal, love." Molly said when the Boy Who Lived confided in her with his worries. "Bill and Charlie were both three weeks late, and Ginny was no better. Your little one will be here in a bit. Just wait."
*
She turned out to be right. Two days later, Draco was jolted awake one night by a cry of "OW! Shit!" from the next bed. He jumped up, glancing over at the crib where a sleeping Samantha lay, completely unaware of Harry's scream. "Harry? Are you alright?" Draco called, opening the hangings around the other boy's bed.
"No." Came the pained reply. "I think Alex has finally decided to drop in." Despite the humour in Harry's voice, Draco could sense that his partner was shit scared.
"Don't worry. Just let me put Sam in the pushchair and we'll get you over to the hospital wing." Draco said tenderly, no longer as perturbed by imminent birth as he was a month ago.
Sam didn't stir as she was transferred from one crib to the other and was wheeled from the room by her father who was supporting her other dad with his other hand whispering words of support. Harry's labour was still in the early stages so thankfully, the contractions came at long intervals. They made it to the hospital wing just as the brunette experienced another. Draco left the pushchair at the door in order to support his boyfriend and help him over to a bed before running to call the matron.
"Madam Pomfrey!" He called as he ran through the ward to the nurse's rooms. The woman bustled out. "Harry." She said before Draco could open his mouth. "And it's about time too." She narrowed her eyes as she peered at the clock on the wall. "Bloody hell, it's one a.m." The she blushed as she realised what she'd just said. "Sorry dear. Let me just send a quick owl to Dr Kingsby and we'll go see to that boyfriend of yours." Draco's face went scarlet and Madam Pomfrey smiled when he didn't deny any such thing.
A thin wail reached their ears. It seemed Samantha had finally woken up at last. Draco excused himself and ran back to the ward to comfort his daughter.
Harry was lying on the bed, breathing deeply in the throes of another contraction. Draco quickly picked up Sam, who immediately stopped crying, and walked over to the brunette, cradling his baby daughter in one hand and stroking Harry's forehead with the other.
The door opened again and the two boys looked up, hoping to see Dr Kingsby. Instead, they saw the next best thing: Hermione.
"Harry shouts loud enough to wake the dead." The girl said, by means of explanation. "Ron's and my room is right next to yours you know." Hermione and Ron had officially announced themselves to be an item four days previously at breakfast. "He'll be along in a minute. He's just sorting out the twins and told me to get my arse over here." She held out her arms for Sam. "I'll hold her if you want."
Harry and Draco grinned up at her and Draco gratefully handed the little girl up to her, but before they could say anything the door opened again and Dr Kingsby hurried over, Madam Pomfrey coming in from the other side of the wing. "I have never had so many deliveries in so short a time. Not even with my woman patients." The doctor said, quickly administering the spine- numbing charm on Harry who breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor and nurse team wasted no time. After telling Hermione and Ron, who'd arrived with his girls, to go to the other side of the ward and stay out of the way, Dr Kingsby hoisted Harry's pyjama top up and removed his pants to avoid mess and began to cut carefully through the skin of Harry's abdomen. The two boys looked vaguely green at the sight and tried not to look, although Harry's eyes kept drifting back to the bloody mess of his belly and the look of fixed concentration on the doctor's face. Soon though, the thin, angry cries of a newborn filled the air and everyone smiled, breathing a sigh of relief that the whole thing was over at last.
Dr Kingsby laughed and handed the baby boy to his waiting fathers. Hermione and Ron came over tentatively, each holding a twin with Sam sleeping in the pushchair. The baby girl opened her eyes and stared groggily up at her fathers. Draco grinned and picked her up so she could see her brother, even though she probably didn't have the slightest clue what was going on. "Sam, meet Alexander James Potter, your little brother."
Harry had a look of complete adoration on his face. He kissed his son's forehead ever so gently and then brushed his lips against Draco's. "I love you." He whispered. "All of you."
And both boys smiled as they realised that, for the first time in their lives, they had a family.
~*~
THE END!!!
YAY! I've finished it! This is the longest thing I have ever written! And I doubt I would have finished it if it weren't for all the WONDERFUL reviews I've had for this! I LOVE you guys! *Sends muses over to all her reviewers armed with chocolate bars and bouquets f flowers* And as a reward.I HAVE A SEQUEL PLANNED!!! I'm planning on starting it sometime this week, but I will be dishing out chapters at a pretty slow pace that may quicken during the March/April holidays depending on how much homework I have.
Best thing in the world at the moment: Only about 7 months left of school! In 202 days, on the 2nd of October, I will finally be finished with 12 years of school (Not counting play school and grade 0)! And on the 9th of October, I get to go BACK to school to write final exams. -_- Bugger. But I'll be finished. I'll be FREE! Boy that's a scary thought. ^_^
Anyway, I'll see you all in the sequel!
Bye!
Kitai Shinsei
