Ch. 12: Little Problems
Harry could tell that Ron had something on his mind. After all they'd been married for almost two years and had been friends for seven years before that, but what it could be he didn't have a clue. There was only one thing for it. He'd have to ask him.
Meanwhile Ron was worried. He knew that Harry was anything but stupid, and if he hadn't picked up on the fact that there was something on his mind yet Ron knew he soon would. It was only a matter of time. He sighed. Tonight. He'd broach the subject tonight.
* * * *
Harry returned from work to find the whole house decorated. What was going on? It wasn't their anniversary yet was it? No, he was sure it wasn't, so what was up? He was just about to call for Ron when he caught sight of the note. It was in a cream colored envelope, his name on its back, in Ron's distinctive hand. Opening it he read.
Harry,
Don't bother looking for me I've gone out for a bit, but will be home soon. Just get cleaned up and put on the robes I've laid out for you on the bed. I'll explain everything tonight I promise.
with love,
your husband,
Ron Weasley-Potter
P.S. Have I told you how much I love you recently?
* * * *
*
The dinner things had been cleared away and they were lounging in the parlor. Harry looked down at his mate as he lay snuggled up against his right shoulder, and smiled. They had been through many trials together over the years since their first meeting on the Hogwarts Express, and his love was still as beautiful as ever.
"Ron?"
"Hmmm?"
"Ron love, what is it? Is something wrong?"
The red head looked up the emerald eyed god that he called his husband and smiled. "No Harry my love, everything is just fine. It's just..."
"What? What is it Ron? You can tell me."
"Well do you remember how we talked about children and stuff like that, but since we're both guys we didn't see how it would ever be possible?"
"It seems to me I remember some discussions about the subject yes. Why? What are you trying to say?"
"Well I came across an article last week in the library. Now where did I put it? Oh, yes I remember. Be right back love." He kissed Harry on the forehead before dashing from the room.
For reasons he couldn't quite understand Harry was beginning to feel very nervous. Ron wasn't the most scholarly type. What was he doing in the local wizard library? What article was he refering to? He sighed. There was nothing he could do but wait and find out. A moment later Ron re- entered the room and handed a piece of parchment to him. He read the title of the article and almost fainted on the spot. It read "New fertility potion allows men to be mothers."
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Harry paced back and forth in the waiting area of St. Mungo's. The process had turned out to be almost too simple. Ron simply had to take the potion before bed and then he and Harry would be intimate as they had many times before. Only this time there would be a little reminder of their love as a bonus. According to the instructions they would know Ron was pregnant by the appearance of a blue or pink plus sign just above his navel. Harry had been almost too keyed up to sleep after they made love last night. Ron had chosen to take the potion. Questions kept buzzing round in his head. Would it really work? Would he and Ron wake to find there was a little one on his or her way? And what would Molly Weasley have to say if and when her youngest son turned up pregnant? In his deepest heart Harry had known that she would be happy for them, but he had felt a sense of unease anyway. Babies were a huge responsibility. Were they really ready for it?
"Harry."
He turned to greet the love of his life. "Ron, what is it? Is everything alright?"
"Calm down love. Everything is just fine, daddy. All three of us are just perfect."
Harry had been so entranced by being called daddy that he almost missed the implications of Ron's statement about all three of us. "A-all three of us?"
"Yep, in nine months you're gonna be the father of twin boys."
Lack of sleep the night before and the shock of learning that there would soon be another generation of twins with Weasley genes roaming about was too much for Harry. He fainted.
Ch. 13: Letters
They were enjoying a typical morning meal when the owls flew in through the open window and deposited the letters in front of Sirius and James. He'd been expecting this day to come, but why did it have to come so soon? Well at least Albus and Minerva would be there to keep the twins in line. He didn't care to think what could happen to Hogwarts if the twins were let loose there unsupervised. Of course with brothers in law like Fred and George he knew it would be only a matter of time before his twins were getting into all kinds of mischief now that their da and father wouldn't be able to keep an eye on them. They'd have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get the twins their school supplies. He surpressed a shudder at the thought of trying to keep six children, ranging in age from two years old to eleven in line. Perhaps their grandma Molly could keep the other four busy at the burrow for the day. He sipped the remainder of his morning coffee in silence while pretending interest in an article about investigations into counterfit cauldrons that had somehow made its way into the Daily Prophet. According to the article Percy was heading up the investigation. He shook his head. Some things never changed.
Harry could tell that Ron had something on his mind. After all they'd been married for almost two years and had been friends for seven years before that, but what it could be he didn't have a clue. There was only one thing for it. He'd have to ask him.
Meanwhile Ron was worried. He knew that Harry was anything but stupid, and if he hadn't picked up on the fact that there was something on his mind yet Ron knew he soon would. It was only a matter of time. He sighed. Tonight. He'd broach the subject tonight.
* * * *
Harry returned from work to find the whole house decorated. What was going on? It wasn't their anniversary yet was it? No, he was sure it wasn't, so what was up? He was just about to call for Ron when he caught sight of the note. It was in a cream colored envelope, his name on its back, in Ron's distinctive hand. Opening it he read.
Harry,
Don't bother looking for me I've gone out for a bit, but will be home soon. Just get cleaned up and put on the robes I've laid out for you on the bed. I'll explain everything tonight I promise.
with love,
your husband,
Ron Weasley-Potter
P.S. Have I told you how much I love you recently?
* * * *
*
The dinner things had been cleared away and they were lounging in the parlor. Harry looked down at his mate as he lay snuggled up against his right shoulder, and smiled. They had been through many trials together over the years since their first meeting on the Hogwarts Express, and his love was still as beautiful as ever.
"Ron?"
"Hmmm?"
"Ron love, what is it? Is something wrong?"
The red head looked up the emerald eyed god that he called his husband and smiled. "No Harry my love, everything is just fine. It's just..."
"What? What is it Ron? You can tell me."
"Well do you remember how we talked about children and stuff like that, but since we're both guys we didn't see how it would ever be possible?"
"It seems to me I remember some discussions about the subject yes. Why? What are you trying to say?"
"Well I came across an article last week in the library. Now where did I put it? Oh, yes I remember. Be right back love." He kissed Harry on the forehead before dashing from the room.
For reasons he couldn't quite understand Harry was beginning to feel very nervous. Ron wasn't the most scholarly type. What was he doing in the local wizard library? What article was he refering to? He sighed. There was nothing he could do but wait and find out. A moment later Ron re- entered the room and handed a piece of parchment to him. He read the title of the article and almost fainted on the spot. It read "New fertility potion allows men to be mothers."
* * *
*
Harry paced back and forth in the waiting area of St. Mungo's. The process had turned out to be almost too simple. Ron simply had to take the potion before bed and then he and Harry would be intimate as they had many times before. Only this time there would be a little reminder of their love as a bonus. According to the instructions they would know Ron was pregnant by the appearance of a blue or pink plus sign just above his navel. Harry had been almost too keyed up to sleep after they made love last night. Ron had chosen to take the potion. Questions kept buzzing round in his head. Would it really work? Would he and Ron wake to find there was a little one on his or her way? And what would Molly Weasley have to say if and when her youngest son turned up pregnant? In his deepest heart Harry had known that she would be happy for them, but he had felt a sense of unease anyway. Babies were a huge responsibility. Were they really ready for it?
"Harry."
He turned to greet the love of his life. "Ron, what is it? Is everything alright?"
"Calm down love. Everything is just fine, daddy. All three of us are just perfect."
Harry had been so entranced by being called daddy that he almost missed the implications of Ron's statement about all three of us. "A-all three of us?"
"Yep, in nine months you're gonna be the father of twin boys."
Lack of sleep the night before and the shock of learning that there would soon be another generation of twins with Weasley genes roaming about was too much for Harry. He fainted.
Ch. 13: Letters
They were enjoying a typical morning meal when the owls flew in through the open window and deposited the letters in front of Sirius and James. He'd been expecting this day to come, but why did it have to come so soon? Well at least Albus and Minerva would be there to keep the twins in line. He didn't care to think what could happen to Hogwarts if the twins were let loose there unsupervised. Of course with brothers in law like Fred and George he knew it would be only a matter of time before his twins were getting into all kinds of mischief now that their da and father wouldn't be able to keep an eye on them. They'd have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get the twins their school supplies. He surpressed a shudder at the thought of trying to keep six children, ranging in age from two years old to eleven in line. Perhaps their grandma Molly could keep the other four busy at the burrow for the day. He sipped the remainder of his morning coffee in silence while pretending interest in an article about investigations into counterfit cauldrons that had somehow made its way into the Daily Prophet. According to the article Percy was heading up the investigation. He shook his head. Some things never changed.