The Death of Harry Potter

By: Darkmoore

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Part XII – Baby

Harry stood there naked in front of his full length mirror and patted his overripe stomach. Soon he would give birth to his baby. Harry was rather excited about that. He knew she would be coming in a matter of days and he couldn't wait to meet her. His daughter.

He knew it wouldn't too much longer now, the potion's effects were kicking in again and his penis had slowly grown smaller until it had disappeared altogether and now reformed itself into a vagina, so he could give birth to his beautiful little girl. Harry had also grown breasts in order to make milk for his baby. His nipples were the first thing to grow and change after he had become pregnant. He remembered standing naked in front of the mirror back then and looking at his muscular, manly chest with two very large and extremely sensitive nipples on them. He thought he looked odd then, but now, with a full term pregnant belly, well, that's something you see everyday.

Then his equally naked lover came up from behind him and rubbed his rough masculine hands all over Harry body. Harry loved that feeling. Loved it from the very first time his great hairy beast touched him like that. Harry felt his lover's hands roam all over him and finally resting on his genitals, which were now completely female.

"This reminds me of the day we made this beautiful baby." He said in a gruff voice as his beard tickled the back of Harry's neck.

When Harry had taken that potion that would allow him to make a baby, it had immediately altered his body to have female genitals and it was a painful procedure. Unlike now, where the alteration was slow and mostly painless, the initial switch, was painful and felt like something short of the Cruciatus curse being sent through his penis and testicles. However, the shock of pain didn't last very long and afterward he only had a window of opportunity of 24 consecutive hours in order to conceive a child before his true gender reasserted itself.

"It'll just be a few more days and then she'll be in the world with us, my love." Harry purred into his lover's ear. "We need to think of a name for our little cherub."

"What about 'Angel'? That's what she is after all, our little angel." He suggested, but Harry didn't like it.

Harry's sexy hairy beast of lover then growled into his neck as he rubbed his hairy chest against Harry's shoulders and hardening cock into the small of his back. Harry giggled at the feeling, but …

"Oh no!" Harry exclaimed as his water suddenly broke filling the floor with liquid.

"Time to go to the infirmary for you my love." And he picked Harry up in his heavy masculine arms and the two naked men walked to the school infirmary.

"But we're naked." Harry protested just before a wave of contractions over took him.

"All the children have gone home for the summer and very few of the staff has as well. Of those still here, I don't give a damn who sees us naked as long as you are taken care of."

As the two wizards burst into the infirmary Vesta Sangeorge, the school nurse looks up and sees them enter.

"What happened?" she asked.

"My water broke Vesta." Harry replied.

"Your several days early Harry," she said with a smile. "Put him over on that bed and I'll get a few things I need."

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Several hours later Vesta carried a beautiful baby girl with jet black hair and green eyes into the waiting room to show to the few remaining teachers of the school.

"Here you go Botolf, you have a beautiful baby girl." Vesta said with a hint of sadness in her voice as the (now clothed man) took his daughter from her.

"How's Harry doing? I want to see him." Botolf asked.

With sadness still in her eyes, Vesta had the unpleasant task to tell the man… "Botolf, you and Harry knew that male pregnancies were a very dangerous thing."

The older man looked at her with uncertain grief in his eyes, and then she continued.

"Harry was a strong man and it takes a strong man in order to do what he did. Unfortunately, he just wasn't quite strong enough. He died about half and hour ago."

Botolf Proctor held his new born child to his heart and wept.

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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...

Era Yachi wrote Ah...I love it!! You really caught me off guard there, you know? I was thinkin'...man, that was definitely the best chapter yet. BRAVO! *throws confetti* Hehehehe...well, anyway. You kept Harry in character, too. I'd imagine it's hard to do when you're only typing the words...well, gotta run. Getting into trouble...again. *scoots*

Answer - Gee thanks *blush*

Wiccan PussyKat wrote Damn, you have an unusual method of review-responses. I like it :D This chapter was good, too, another very original idea...not so much the death of Harry, but an interview about it, a century later! How cool is that? Maybe next one will be back to the tragic theme? God, I do love a bit of tragedy...

Answer - Glad you like it, at first I just responces and then realized I would be the only one who understood them, so they ended up like this. Trust me, I have about a dozen more ideas, its just a matter of figuring out how to write them without sounded too stupid. :)

krysalys73 wrote Ah, immortal, ageless Harry. But I wonder if Ron and Hermione are ghosts too? If so, I guess they stayed around as ghosts so that the Terrific Threesome wouldn't be broken up, eh? ;-) Very cool chapter. Can't wait to see what you come up with next.

Answer - Hermione and Ron were still alive, magical people live longer than Muggles remember. They were only 118 when the story took place.