Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter don't you think I'd be off writing the
next book? Hello! Authors don't write fanfics to their own stories.hang
on.I do.but I'm not published yet so it doesn't count! In short, no. I do
not own Harry Potter.
Author's Notes: Yes it has been a while. I've been studying for exams. Then I was writing exams. Then I got my results back and found I didn't do as well as I'd hoped. Then we were doing revision for the next set of exams which begin in about two weeks. It doesn't end. But the bright side is, once this set is out the way, I am finished with school FOREVER! Yay!
By the way, this chapter takes place about four or five months after the last. It's not like in "Pregnancy Potion" where I wrote about one month per chapter.
So without further ado.
Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness Chapter 3: At the Doctor's
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The Clinic for Male Pregnancies had grown over the past few years. What was once a small two-bedroomed flat with one reception and a doctor's room was now a large multi-facility complex spanning two floors, including a family planning facility, which included the different methods of falling pregnant, and an abortion councillor for accidental pregnancies.
The reception and waiting room was full almost to bursting and the heat, despite it being late autumn, was stifling. Harry and Draco had been waiting for about three hours and were grateful to see that their number was next on the list. Approximately a month after the couple had discussed having another child, Draco had fallen pregnant and was now about three months along and waiting for his first doctor's appointment. He was by no means nervous about it, having known what it was like being a father at seventeen, disowned and just finding love. Compared to his accidental pregnancy with Sam, this was heaven.
The receptionist, a plump middle-aged woman with short, dark, curly hair and a missing tooth whose nametag said "Rose Hollyberry", called them in with a smile. "The doctor will see you now Mr and Mr Potter. Right this way." She motioned for them to enter a room through a large glass door with a pink fluffy rabbit on it.
Slightly nervous, they entered the room, Harry slipping a comforting arm around Draco's shoulders. It was just like any other doctor's room. A bed, covered in a blue-green sheet stood on left, various medial instruments surrounding it. The wall on the right was dominated by diplomas and moving photographs of the doctor's children, two boys and a girl. Stacks of files, papers and envelopes were piled haphazardly on the desk and a tin was filled to bursting with pens, pencils, rulers and scissors. On the wall behind the chair were children's drawings in bright garish colours. They were just like the ones Sam and Alex liked to draw.
The door opened and Draco jumped slightly. Harry's hand snaked over his own, warm and familiar. The doctor stepped in, and Harry and Draco's mouths hit the floor. The woman had brown hair, cut short to just above her ears. Her eyes were large and doe-like, bedecked with small dark-rimmed spectacles. She was the stereotype of a female doctor in her long legs, short grey skirt and large breasts. This was not, however, why Harry and Draco were gaping at her. Gay men do not gape at women. They were surprised because she was the last doctor they had expected to see because last they heard, she was based in Hogsmeade. This was Doctor Janet Kingsby, the woman who had watched over the Hogwarts pregnant group for their whole pregnancy and delivered all of their babies.
Janet beamed at them. "Well I must say it's good to see you two again! You were booked for another doctor but when I saw your name on the list I immediately transferred you to me. How have you been? It's been years!" She sat down at her chair and grinned widely.
Harry and Draco smiled back at her. Draco felt more relaxed now that he wasn't visiting a stranger. "We've been fine," he said. "Sam and Alex are eight already, and I'm pregnant again."
Janet's smile broadened if that was at all possible. "That's wonderful, Draco! I was wondering which of the two of you was pregnant this time. How far along?"
"About three months." Harry stated with a proud grin.
Janet nodded and jotted this down. "So Sam and Alex are eight now? Time sure does fly, doesn't it? Do you have pictures with you?"
"I do." Harry said, digging into his pocket for his wallet. He carried Muggle money in there all the time as his work as an Auror often meant he had to go undercover as a Muggle. It was also a handy place to store small photos of his family. He pulled a picture out which depicted Draco with the kids at their birthday party. Being only two weeks apart it was silly to have two parties. Sam was holding her kitten and Alex was holding a plug with a not-so-enthusiastic expression (it had been a present from Arthur Weasely, their self-proclaimed grandfather).
"They're beautiful. Alex looks just like you, Harry." Janet said tearing up slightly. She was remembering the days they'd been born.
"He has Draco's eyes." Harry said softly, with a small smile. "And Sam looks just like my mother." He brought out a photo of his parents.
"She does. It's uncanny!" Janet said. "I remember you saying when she was born that your mum had red hair. She's a beautiful little girl."
There was a bit of a silence for a while.
"Well if you could just come over to the bed, Draco," Janet suddenly said and she motioned him to the left. Harry stood as well and went to help him to the bed. Draco swatted his hand away. "For god's sakes, Harry! I'm pregnant, not an invalid! I won't need that kind of treatment for another six months at least!" Harry grinned apologetically and shrugged in a sheepish manner, kissing Draco's cheek.
Draco, who like Harry was wearing Muggle clothing since they'd travelled by Muggle transport, removed his jacket and t-shirt and slipped his jeans down slightly, exposing his slightly rounded stomach. Janet came round with what looked like a small television with a hose and funnel attached to it and smeared icy jelly on Draco's stomach. Draco shivered.
"It's cold, I know," said Janet apologetically. "Sorry. It'll warm up in a bit." She placed the funnel part of the Expectoscope on Draco's middle and a fuzzy picture began to form on the screen of the television part. Harry and Draco watched eagerly for a glimpse of their child.
"There." Janet said, pointing at a tiny fish-like thing floating in the warm red glow. "That's your baby. Three months and rough ten centimeters in length. And perfectly healthy." She grinned at them. Would you like to know the gender? We can tell this early on now."
Draco and Harry looked at each other. "Do you?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised questioningly.
"Do you?" Harry retorted.
"Kinda." Draco replied.
"Yes." The both said together to Janet. She laughed slightly. "Well . it's . a boy." She pronounced. "Congratulations!"
Harry pounced gently on Draco, hugging him tightly. "Another son. That's our son in there." Draco whispered happily, touching the screen. "Our baby boy."
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*Cringe* I know it's short and it's taken a while. I'm really sorry. The Writer's Block has also been hanging around lately, but my muses have been steadily dismantling it.
Gallen: Well, with that bloody army gone there's nothing much more we CAN do except sort out this mess. *Gestures to the Block*.
Anyways, PLEASE review! I love all of you! Your support in this fic is SO cool!
Until next time! BYE
Kitai Shinsei
~*~
Author's Notes: Yes it has been a while. I've been studying for exams. Then I was writing exams. Then I got my results back and found I didn't do as well as I'd hoped. Then we were doing revision for the next set of exams which begin in about two weeks. It doesn't end. But the bright side is, once this set is out the way, I am finished with school FOREVER! Yay!
By the way, this chapter takes place about four or five months after the last. It's not like in "Pregnancy Potion" where I wrote about one month per chapter.
So without further ado.
Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness Chapter 3: At the Doctor's
~*~
The Clinic for Male Pregnancies had grown over the past few years. What was once a small two-bedroomed flat with one reception and a doctor's room was now a large multi-facility complex spanning two floors, including a family planning facility, which included the different methods of falling pregnant, and an abortion councillor for accidental pregnancies.
The reception and waiting room was full almost to bursting and the heat, despite it being late autumn, was stifling. Harry and Draco had been waiting for about three hours and were grateful to see that their number was next on the list. Approximately a month after the couple had discussed having another child, Draco had fallen pregnant and was now about three months along and waiting for his first doctor's appointment. He was by no means nervous about it, having known what it was like being a father at seventeen, disowned and just finding love. Compared to his accidental pregnancy with Sam, this was heaven.
The receptionist, a plump middle-aged woman with short, dark, curly hair and a missing tooth whose nametag said "Rose Hollyberry", called them in with a smile. "The doctor will see you now Mr and Mr Potter. Right this way." She motioned for them to enter a room through a large glass door with a pink fluffy rabbit on it.
Slightly nervous, they entered the room, Harry slipping a comforting arm around Draco's shoulders. It was just like any other doctor's room. A bed, covered in a blue-green sheet stood on left, various medial instruments surrounding it. The wall on the right was dominated by diplomas and moving photographs of the doctor's children, two boys and a girl. Stacks of files, papers and envelopes were piled haphazardly on the desk and a tin was filled to bursting with pens, pencils, rulers and scissors. On the wall behind the chair were children's drawings in bright garish colours. They were just like the ones Sam and Alex liked to draw.
The door opened and Draco jumped slightly. Harry's hand snaked over his own, warm and familiar. The doctor stepped in, and Harry and Draco's mouths hit the floor. The woman had brown hair, cut short to just above her ears. Her eyes were large and doe-like, bedecked with small dark-rimmed spectacles. She was the stereotype of a female doctor in her long legs, short grey skirt and large breasts. This was not, however, why Harry and Draco were gaping at her. Gay men do not gape at women. They were surprised because she was the last doctor they had expected to see because last they heard, she was based in Hogsmeade. This was Doctor Janet Kingsby, the woman who had watched over the Hogwarts pregnant group for their whole pregnancy and delivered all of their babies.
Janet beamed at them. "Well I must say it's good to see you two again! You were booked for another doctor but when I saw your name on the list I immediately transferred you to me. How have you been? It's been years!" She sat down at her chair and grinned widely.
Harry and Draco smiled back at her. Draco felt more relaxed now that he wasn't visiting a stranger. "We've been fine," he said. "Sam and Alex are eight already, and I'm pregnant again."
Janet's smile broadened if that was at all possible. "That's wonderful, Draco! I was wondering which of the two of you was pregnant this time. How far along?"
"About three months." Harry stated with a proud grin.
Janet nodded and jotted this down. "So Sam and Alex are eight now? Time sure does fly, doesn't it? Do you have pictures with you?"
"I do." Harry said, digging into his pocket for his wallet. He carried Muggle money in there all the time as his work as an Auror often meant he had to go undercover as a Muggle. It was also a handy place to store small photos of his family. He pulled a picture out which depicted Draco with the kids at their birthday party. Being only two weeks apart it was silly to have two parties. Sam was holding her kitten and Alex was holding a plug with a not-so-enthusiastic expression (it had been a present from Arthur Weasely, their self-proclaimed grandfather).
"They're beautiful. Alex looks just like you, Harry." Janet said tearing up slightly. She was remembering the days they'd been born.
"He has Draco's eyes." Harry said softly, with a small smile. "And Sam looks just like my mother." He brought out a photo of his parents.
"She does. It's uncanny!" Janet said. "I remember you saying when she was born that your mum had red hair. She's a beautiful little girl."
There was a bit of a silence for a while.
"Well if you could just come over to the bed, Draco," Janet suddenly said and she motioned him to the left. Harry stood as well and went to help him to the bed. Draco swatted his hand away. "For god's sakes, Harry! I'm pregnant, not an invalid! I won't need that kind of treatment for another six months at least!" Harry grinned apologetically and shrugged in a sheepish manner, kissing Draco's cheek.
Draco, who like Harry was wearing Muggle clothing since they'd travelled by Muggle transport, removed his jacket and t-shirt and slipped his jeans down slightly, exposing his slightly rounded stomach. Janet came round with what looked like a small television with a hose and funnel attached to it and smeared icy jelly on Draco's stomach. Draco shivered.
"It's cold, I know," said Janet apologetically. "Sorry. It'll warm up in a bit." She placed the funnel part of the Expectoscope on Draco's middle and a fuzzy picture began to form on the screen of the television part. Harry and Draco watched eagerly for a glimpse of their child.
"There." Janet said, pointing at a tiny fish-like thing floating in the warm red glow. "That's your baby. Three months and rough ten centimeters in length. And perfectly healthy." She grinned at them. Would you like to know the gender? We can tell this early on now."
Draco and Harry looked at each other. "Do you?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised questioningly.
"Do you?" Harry retorted.
"Kinda." Draco replied.
"Yes." The both said together to Janet. She laughed slightly. "Well . it's . a boy." She pronounced. "Congratulations!"
Harry pounced gently on Draco, hugging him tightly. "Another son. That's our son in there." Draco whispered happily, touching the screen. "Our baby boy."
~*~
*Cringe* I know it's short and it's taken a while. I'm really sorry. The Writer's Block has also been hanging around lately, but my muses have been steadily dismantling it.
Gallen: Well, with that bloody army gone there's nothing much more we CAN do except sort out this mess. *Gestures to the Block*.
Anyways, PLEASE review! I love all of you! Your support in this fic is SO cool!
Until next time! BYE
Kitai Shinsei
~*~