AN: Well here's the third and final piece of this story. I may one day
write a sequel, but first I'd have to find a proper villain. Maybe I'll
have to advertise in the Daily Prophet. Something like: Dark lord wanted.
Must be adept at dark magic, and enjoy plotting to take over the world. :)
P.S. Don't own so please don't sue.
Harry opened his eyes to find himself staring up at a very familiar, very white ceiling. He sighed. The infirmary was almost like a second home to him. Well, he thought, at least we're at Hogwarts. This thought reminded him of Ron, and he quickly sat up and began looking round, his heart thumping wildly. Ron! Where was Ron? Was he ok? Was the baby alright? Was.....
"Ah, you're awake Harry. Good Madame Pomfrey was becoming concerned."
Harry turned toward the voice. Though his vision was blurry without his glasses he could still distinguish enough to recognize the Headmaster.
"Professor where's Ron? Is he ok? Is the baby..."
"Slow down Harry. Breathe. Both Mr. Weasley and the child are fine." The old wizard smiled, knowingly. "I believe that Mr. Weasley is currently getting some much needed rest. He has not left your side these many days."
"T-these many days?"
"Yes Harry. You have been unconscious for almost two full weeks. Mr. Weasley was kind enough to fill in as many blanks as he could, but there are still a few gaps. What happened after you were taken before Voldemort?"
His mind reeling a bit from the shock of finding out he'd been out cold for that long, Harry told the aged Headmaster what he knew. When he finished Dumbledore just nodded."
"Well I believe I've kept the news of your recovery from Mr. Weasley for long enough. Good day Harry."
"Good day Headmaster."
The older wizard had scarcely been gone for ten minutes when Ron came running in through the door."
"Harry!"
"Ron!"
The red headed boy launched himself into the arms of his child's father and began to weep. Harry began to gently rub at his back in an attempt to calm the boy who meant more to him than all the gold in Gringott's.
"Shhh. Ron it's alright. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." Ron just continued to weep. _________________________________________________________
Harry thought back over all the events that had led to this moment and smiled. After Ron had finished having his cry they had snuggled together on Harry's bed and talked of many things including their feeling toward each other and the future. Then they had shared their first (that they could remember anyway) kiss. Now they were getting married. Harry looked at the clock as he hurried outside. Both his and Ron's hands pointed to, almost time. Molly had had Arthur add the hand with Harry's picture several months before. Harry had broken down, which had confused everyone, except for Ron. To Harry it hadn't just been a picture on a clock hand. It had been acceptance, belonging. He hurried out the door. His love would be waiting.
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Merlin's beard. What was taking so long? Harry had, with Hermione's help, found and read every book he could find on male pregnancy. Alas the books had been lacking a few details. Like how the long hours of waiting could drive the expectant father mad with worry. He paced the room.
"Mr. Potter."
"Yes?"
"Congratulations you have two healthy children, and their mother is doing just fine." At the healer's words Harry felt the steel strong tension leave his body, and he slipped bonelessly to the floor. Ron was alright! And the babies were fine! W-wha? Babies?
"Excuse me but perhaps I heard you wrong. Did you say babies?"
"Yes Mr. Potter. You have two adorable children."
Upon processing this information Harry promptly followed the example set by his mother-in-law several months before. He fainted. ____________________________________________________
Ron looked Happy. Tired, but happy. Harry at the face of his sleeping mate, and smiled. Nestled gently in the arms of his love were two tiny bundles. As Harry stood over his husband's bed looking down on his family he felt a trill of joy flow through him not unlike the feeling that he'd had whenever he'd heard Fawkes sing. One of the babies cooed in its sleep, and Ron's eyes flew open. "H-Harry?"
"Shh love. I'm here."
Ron looked down at the silent forms of his two sleeping children. "What are we going to call them?"
"Well Ron I've sort of had two names floating round in my mind for months."
"What names?"
"Rupert and Emma. I don't know why, but they just won't leave."
"Hmmm. Rupert and Emma huh? I guess I can live with that. At least our daughter got my hair." Ron grinned.
"What about my hair?"
"No offence love, but your hair is a disaster."
"Oh and I suppose that your trademark Weasley red is better?"
"You know it."
Harry couldn't help himself. He just had to laugh. Unfortunatly his gust of mirth succeeded in rousing the twins who immediatly began to cry in harmony. After shooting him a reproachful look worthy of his own mother Ron set about trying to calm the twins down. Harry just looked at his family and smiled. Voldemort was gone, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy had gone the way of their master and he had a loving spouse and family. Life just couldn't get any better.
The End
Harry opened his eyes to find himself staring up at a very familiar, very white ceiling. He sighed. The infirmary was almost like a second home to him. Well, he thought, at least we're at Hogwarts. This thought reminded him of Ron, and he quickly sat up and began looking round, his heart thumping wildly. Ron! Where was Ron? Was he ok? Was the baby alright? Was.....
"Ah, you're awake Harry. Good Madame Pomfrey was becoming concerned."
Harry turned toward the voice. Though his vision was blurry without his glasses he could still distinguish enough to recognize the Headmaster.
"Professor where's Ron? Is he ok? Is the baby..."
"Slow down Harry. Breathe. Both Mr. Weasley and the child are fine." The old wizard smiled, knowingly. "I believe that Mr. Weasley is currently getting some much needed rest. He has not left your side these many days."
"T-these many days?"
"Yes Harry. You have been unconscious for almost two full weeks. Mr. Weasley was kind enough to fill in as many blanks as he could, but there are still a few gaps. What happened after you were taken before Voldemort?"
His mind reeling a bit from the shock of finding out he'd been out cold for that long, Harry told the aged Headmaster what he knew. When he finished Dumbledore just nodded."
"Well I believe I've kept the news of your recovery from Mr. Weasley for long enough. Good day Harry."
"Good day Headmaster."
The older wizard had scarcely been gone for ten minutes when Ron came running in through the door."
"Harry!"
"Ron!"
The red headed boy launched himself into the arms of his child's father and began to weep. Harry began to gently rub at his back in an attempt to calm the boy who meant more to him than all the gold in Gringott's.
"Shhh. Ron it's alright. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." Ron just continued to weep. _________________________________________________________
Harry thought back over all the events that had led to this moment and smiled. After Ron had finished having his cry they had snuggled together on Harry's bed and talked of many things including their feeling toward each other and the future. Then they had shared their first (that they could remember anyway) kiss. Now they were getting married. Harry looked at the clock as he hurried outside. Both his and Ron's hands pointed to, almost time. Molly had had Arthur add the hand with Harry's picture several months before. Harry had broken down, which had confused everyone, except for Ron. To Harry it hadn't just been a picture on a clock hand. It had been acceptance, belonging. He hurried out the door. His love would be waiting.
________________________________________________________
Merlin's beard. What was taking so long? Harry had, with Hermione's help, found and read every book he could find on male pregnancy. Alas the books had been lacking a few details. Like how the long hours of waiting could drive the expectant father mad with worry. He paced the room.
"Mr. Potter."
"Yes?"
"Congratulations you have two healthy children, and their mother is doing just fine." At the healer's words Harry felt the steel strong tension leave his body, and he slipped bonelessly to the floor. Ron was alright! And the babies were fine! W-wha? Babies?
"Excuse me but perhaps I heard you wrong. Did you say babies?"
"Yes Mr. Potter. You have two adorable children."
Upon processing this information Harry promptly followed the example set by his mother-in-law several months before. He fainted. ____________________________________________________
Ron looked Happy. Tired, but happy. Harry at the face of his sleeping mate, and smiled. Nestled gently in the arms of his love were two tiny bundles. As Harry stood over his husband's bed looking down on his family he felt a trill of joy flow through him not unlike the feeling that he'd had whenever he'd heard Fawkes sing. One of the babies cooed in its sleep, and Ron's eyes flew open. "H-Harry?"
"Shh love. I'm here."
Ron looked down at the silent forms of his two sleeping children. "What are we going to call them?"
"Well Ron I've sort of had two names floating round in my mind for months."
"What names?"
"Rupert and Emma. I don't know why, but they just won't leave."
"Hmmm. Rupert and Emma huh? I guess I can live with that. At least our daughter got my hair." Ron grinned.
"What about my hair?"
"No offence love, but your hair is a disaster."
"Oh and I suppose that your trademark Weasley red is better?"
"You know it."
Harry couldn't help himself. He just had to laugh. Unfortunatly his gust of mirth succeeded in rousing the twins who immediatly began to cry in harmony. After shooting him a reproachful look worthy of his own mother Ron set about trying to calm the twins down. Harry just looked at his family and smiled. Voldemort was gone, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy had gone the way of their master and he had a loving spouse and family. Life just couldn't get any better.
The End