Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter. However, any new characters introduced are mine. :)
Beta Readers: My beta is working on it.
A/N: This is a sequel to A Lifetime Story One through Six. I will post one chapter at a time every Tuesday, and only if I get reviews! NO FLAMES please. :)
Pairs: H/G Hr/R
Summery: The new war moves forward, and problems are only getting bigger.
Chapter 62: Hard to Move
Harry looked at himself in the mirror with wide eyes. He knew he would be getting big, bigger then he normally would, but this was ridiculous. In addition, he wasn't even near done yet! He was now twenty-eight weeks pregnant, and he had not seen his wife in three weeks. She had taken the kids with Hermione and Ron back to the house, they needed to get away. Harry was as he had been for the majority of that semester, active headmaster and could not leave.
In the last three weeks however he had grown...a lot. When he last saw his family, he looked to be at full term with one child. Now it was obvious he was having multiples. He had long since been able to see his biggest toes even when he was trying. He had to expand his desk chair by a foot, Dobby followed him around helping him do everything, mainly getting up, which was like asking someone with no gymnastics experience to do a perfect back flip. Then there was the whole changing clothes concept. He had not changed his clothes with out Dobby in two weeks, if not for the little house elf, he would have been going everywhere barefooted.
Unlike most multiple pregnancies, his children were by no means small for their age. Because of the potions drank for a male pregnancy, this kept that from happening, so each baby now living in the womb for the powerful seventh month or third trimester, was each at least two pounds (1 kilogram) and were all more then a foot and two inches tall. At this point last time, Harry was taking his OWLS, he was thankful that he had nothing like that happening right now. As it was, his blood pressure was already to high for Madam Pomfrey's liking. She had him in the hospital wing for daily visits now, and it was annoying him to no end, but he did not complain, at least not to her.
Harry was happy to do his first pregnancy exam as a medical student, one afternoon right before Christmas break would start, when he examined his wife, Madam Pomfrey and Lavender. Ginny got to examine him, and would get her turn to examine the others after the break. When Harry had last seen her, she was looking like she was carrying twins, and he wondered what she looked like now. He hated being apart. Luckily for him, they would all be coming back the day before Christmas, so that they could spend it together. They would be staying after that.
Harry walked into the Great Hall and smiled at seeing his family already there getting ready to eat.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled and carefully stood up. She wobbled down to Harry where she gave him an awkward hug due to the two very large stomachs.
"Wow Harry, should you be out of bed?" Draco asked as he got to the table hand in hand with Ginny. Harry ignored Draco's comment, and instead greeted his wonderful kids. Harry was just about to sit down when he felt a sharp stab of pain in his stomach. He gasped and looked down, a large sack of water type fluid dripped down his legs.
"Oh, bloody..." Harry stated, "This can't be happening, I still have four months left!" Harry said looking panicked. The rest of the staff were panicking more then him however. A contraction started, it was not that hard, much to Harry's relief, but this was a male pregnancy; he wasn't supposed to be happening. Especially not yet.
"Okay, I need to get to the hospital wing...fast." Harry said after the contraction stopped. Draco nodded, before handing Tonks, Tina and jumping up. Without saying a word, he had Harry on a conjured stretcher, racing towards the hospital wing. Harry felt like he was going to be sick.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Draco yelled as he carefully placed Harry down on a bed. Another contraction hit this one harder then the first. Harry let out a small cry as the matron ran into the room and gasped.
"What's wrong!" She exclaimed.
"He went into labor." Draco explained, eyes wide.
"He did WHAT?" Poppy yelled as she threw the towels in her hand to the nearest bed and ran over to Harry.
"Okay, Harry I am going to put you to sleep then try and stop the labor, okay?"
"No, I want to stay awake incase I have them." Harry groaned out.
"No can do. The procedure requires you are asleep." Harry reluctantly fell back knowing that the babies were way to young to come out, and any thing to help them survive needed to be done. Harry consented, and soon found himself asleep.
