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Title: Unexpected Results 5/7
Author: Spamy02
Pairing (s): HP/DM
Rating: M

A/N: Hey all! I'm back! I got with me chapter 5. YAY! Harry is going in to Labor, the baby is coming, the baby is coming! and a few more surprises are instore for this chap. So read and enjoy! Please review! To all that joined my YahooGroup Thanks so much. Over 100 members. That's more then I possibly imagined. You guys are the best!

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Notes: The story starts of in October 7th year. It's all going to be mostly from Harry perspective.

"Blah" speaking
Blah Harry's thoughts

Chapter 5: Labor And Another Spy

When Harry finally woke up, he was assaulted by a minor panic attack due to his lack of knowledge at where he was, before remembering exactly what had occurred the day before. Well, wherever he was, it was very dark, and smelled of mold. He stood up slowly, but his stomach was getting in the way, he could barely stand up, when he was finally up he looked around. I'm probably in a Dungeon. He jolted slightly as he heard a door open and saw Voldemort step carefully inside.

"Ah, Potter ,and how are you doing today?" he asked mock-politely, smirking.

"Hello, Tom. I'm doing pretty well, all this considered."

Voldemort glared at him. "You are forbidden to call me by that hideous muggle name! I am Lord Voldemort, and you will respect me, boy!" he roared.

"You will never get my respect, Tom, because I will not lower myself to respect a monster like you!" Harry spat.

"You impudent-! Crucio!" Harry fell to his knees and screamed, wrapping his hands around his stomach as to shield his unborn child against the agony wracking his body.Voldemort smirked lazily and lowered his wand.

"I shall definitely enjoy killing you, but not until I have a little fun." With that, he left the chamber, slamming the door shut behind him.

Harry laid on his side, waiting for the shaking to subside when he felt the baby give a hard kick, as if reprimanding its mother. He rubbed his stomach.

"I'm sorry love, but your mummy has a big mouth sometimes." he said softly, still rubbing his stomach. He was amazed that Voldemort hadn't figured out that he was pregnant; evidently, the charms he had used to hide his pregnancy were still in effect. He sat down and leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling very weak. The baby was kicking lightly, and suddenly Harry felt a sharp pain rip through is stomach.

He shouted in agony, but the pain subsided only a few moments later.

"What. . .what the fuck was that? That hurt!" he muttered to himself, panting. Ten minutes later, the pain hit him again, but this time, it was stronger.

"God…what's happening?" Please don't let me lose the baby. He cringed as he felt something warm and wet trickling down his thighs, and winced at the puddle forming beneath him. "I'm. . .fuck." Labor.

He remembered reading about this in one of the many books he'd borrowed from the library; when it was time for to deliver the baby, his body would automatically change in order to deliver the child. Harry immediately reached down to his pants, and noticed exactly what was missing. FUCK.

"Damn it! You can't come out now, young man; it's too dangerous. God, why did this have to happen now? Can't you hold out a little longer-" another wave of pain wracked through his body and he gasped.

"I guess you really want to come out, don't you?" he panted once the pain had subsided.

Just then door to the dungeon opened in inside stepped Professor Snape. Harry never though he'd ever be this happy to see Snape in his life.

"Professor Snape-" he gasped out.

"Mr. Potter, are you alright?" Snape aked coldly, walking over to him.

"No, I'm not alright. Umm…I think there something I need to- ahhhh…" Harry wrapped his arms around his stomach and gritted his teeth to stop himself from screaming.

"What wrong, Potter? Why are you holding your stomach?" Snape said, looking confused.

"I'm in labor." Harry said bluntly, no longer seeing the point in hiding it. Snape frowned.

"Labor? Don't be ridiculous, Potter. You're not even pregnant. What is really wrong with you?"

"God, Snape, you have to believe me. I really am pregnant, and I'm in some serious pain here."

"You don't look very pregnant to me, Mr. Potter. You can't hide being pregnant, especially if you say you're going into labor. Someone would have noticed."

"I'm wearing a extremely powerful Glamour and some other spells. Why do you think I quit Quidditch in the first place, sir?" Harry groaned as an other contraction slammed into him.

Snape didn't look very convinced, and he took out his wand.

"Finite Incantatum Maximus." Snape gasped when he saw the huge stomach appear.

"How did…when…you're pregnant!" Snape said, stuttering, and if Harry wasn't in such great pain he would have laughed.

"That appears to be the case, sir. Now how am I going to get out of here?"

"I don't know how you managed to hide this from everyone, including Dumbledore, but you have just put yourself in a lot more danger you were already in. If Voldemort finds out about this, you know that he will take it away from you."

"My son Sir. I'm having a son." Harry said softly, unable to stand hearing Snape call his child 'it'.

Snape sighed. "How on Earth do you always manage to get yourself in these kinds of situations?"

"I really don't know, sir. Danger just seems to find me." Harry said half smiling, before the pain hit again.

Snape stood up and took something out of his pocket and handed it to Harry, who stared down at it in shock. It was his wand! "Take this, you might need it. I'll be back momentarily." he said and then stepped outside the door. Harry heard soft voices talking on the other side, before Snape re-entered, Lucius Malfoy at his side.

"What are you doing, Professor Snape?" Harry asked, on the brink of paranoid as he wrapped his arms protectively around his throbbing stomach.

"Not to worry, Potter; Lucius is a spy, like me. He will not harm you." Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I assure you, Mr. Potter it is very true. It seems that you have gotten yourself into quite a predicament; I didn't believe Severus when he said you where pregnant, but it seems to me that you most definitely are." Harry just nodded, still rendered speechless by the fact that Lucius was a spy. It just didn't seem possible!

Lucius and Snape had started talking again, about how they might get Harry out of there, but Harry really wasn't paying any attention. He was in pain; really, really bad pain.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I am in some very serious pain here! Get this baby out of me, NOW!" he all but shrieked. They abruptly halted in their conversation and turned to stare at Harry.

"Right, well, do try to be quiet about it." Lucius said mildly.

"Can't help it. It. . .ahh. . .fucking. . .hurts!" he whimpered trying to control his breathing, like he read in the books.

"I understand that, Mr. Potter. Lucius, would you come over here and help me out." Snape said, looking nervously at Harry. Ha! He's nervous. Harry waved small mental victory flags, before the pain at hand forced him back to present times.

"I don't know anything about delivering a baby, Severus."

"I'm not an expert on it either!" snapped Snape.

"I don't care. I can't deliver it by myself, and someone had better help me." Harry snarled at both of them.

"Right, as you wish, Mr. Potter. Hold my hand." Snape said, kneeling down beside him. Harry looked at him questioningly, but grabbed his hand anyway. Another contraction hit, and he squeezed the hand harshly.

"Ow, ow, ow…bloody hell…get him OUT!"

"Mr. Potter your grip is a little tight." Snape gritted through his teeth. Harry loosened his grip slightly, Snape breathed a sigh or relief, but Harry only tightened his grip again.

"Oh god…how do woman do this? I'm not cut out for this. Damn it little man, aren't you ready to come out yet? Your mummy is getting really tired!" God, my respect for woman just went up a notch. Poor Mrs. Weasley.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, I see the head. I'm going to need you to push." Lucius said, who was looking between Harry spread legs.

"Right, Lucius. Okay, Potter, on three. One, two, three. . .PUSH!" Harry heaved hard and stopped a few moments later.

"Good, Mr. Potter. I think a few more might do it."

"A few more? I bloody well can't do a few more! I want him out!"

"Yes, you can, Potter. I know you can. Now, come on. Give us another push. One, two, three…push!" Snape said and Harry pushed.

About 45 minutes later, there was still no baby and Harry was getting frustrated. This little guy just doesn't want to get out me. Well, I won't stand for it! You are getting out whether you like it or not mister!

"Okay, Potter, I think one more big push ought to do it. Just one more push." Lucius said.

"I don't think I have one more push in me," Harry said, breathing heavily.

"Yes you do. You can do it Po-Harry. I know you can do it, I know you can! On three. One, two, three…PUSH!" Snape said.

Harry pushed with all his might and screamed out. He loved his son more then anything, but this was just getting ridiculous. He wanted his son out NOW!

Harry stopped pushing when he heard a cry erupt through the chamber, echoing off the bare stone walls. He looked down, panting, and saw Lucius holding his son in his arms. Lucius took out his wand and cut the umbilical cord, cleaning the child and a muttering a few other spells he didn't know, then he conjured a blanket and wrapped him up. Lucius' eyes were wide with shock, but they never left the child. He turned to Harry, and he saw the question in Lucius' eyes, but he said nothing and handed the baby to Harry.

Harry looked down at the bundle in his arms, his boy was pretty tiny. He had small wisps of silver-blond hair, the Malfoy signature, but he could see that it had a slightly messy look to it, much like his own. When the small boy opened his eyes, he saw the Malfoy trademark silver-gray eye color, but he did se some specks of green in them. He smiled softly. No wonder Lucius was so surprised. He's the spitting image of a Malfoy.

"Hey, little one. I thought you were never going to come out. You know, you look just like your daddy." he spoke softly, ruffling his son's hair, and smiled when his son reached up and grabbed his finger with a tiny hand.

"Mr. Potter, might we inquire who this other father is?" Snape asked calmly. He could see the same question in Lucius' eyes. He sighed; he knew it was going to be impossible to hide his child from everyone, not when he looked so much like a Malfoy. He turned to Lucius.

"Lucius, meet your grandson, Alexander Damien Malfoy-Potter." Lucius stared at his grandon, his eyes wide.

"How…when?" Lucius had the look of a lost puppy.

"You can ask questions later, Lucius. We need to leave now, before Voldemort returns." Snape said quickly.

"Too late." a voice said behind them.

-TBC-

A/N: Dun dun dun! Nice little cliffy ain't it…hehe I'm so bad…I just couldn't make Lucius an evil guy! Well tell me what you thought! Untill Sunday you guys!

Over and Out,
Pamela :)