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A/N This is the longest chapter I've ever written, so be happy. I'm in a lazy mood o.O Thank you for all your reviews -nods- I told, ya lazy mood.
You walk down the stairs slowly, feeling like your bones are about to snap in half. You know they won't, but you're so damn stiff it feels like a bludger pulverized your entire body while you were sleeping.
You acknowledge that you feel like this because you've gotten fat. It's been a physical strain on your body to go through 'a pregnancy' in such a short time, and the consequence of this is that your body wants to shut down and rest.
But your mind, on the other hand, wants to stay awake and help in any way it can. But the problem is that you are used to going on the field and fighting. You're no healer, and the only useful thing you could possibly do right now is cook; if Molly allows you to do that.
You follow your memory into the kitchen, staring at how abandoned it looks. Normally there are thirty people sitting at the table eating, laughing, and complaining; today only Ginny and Remus sit there with cups of tea. You remember how Ron would always grumble about being awoken by Hermione, always a loud screech owl he'd call her.
You have been trying to not think of them, but now that you finally have time to yourself, your eyes mist up. No longer having to worry about Death Eaters, or anything to do with escaping, you can think of your friends.
"Harry dear, why don't you sit down and have some tea. It'll help with…" Molly Weasley says, a soft smile on her lips as she looks at your stomach.
"You could call it a baby, Molly" you say, sitting down shakily. You land on the seat with a bit of loud crunch, cringing at how much you truly have gained. "I'm so fat…" you comment, rubbing your stomach while frowning.
Molly lets out a laugh, and you feel it's so good to hear someone laugh, a good hearty laugh for once. Ginny smiles at you, while Remus is looking at your stomach in a sort of awe, maybe it's even disbelief and shock. "Don't worry Harry; you're still as radiant as ever." Ginny tells you.
You send Ginny a look that clearly tells everyone you think she's living in another world, and when Molly places a cup of tea in front of you, you sip the hot bronze liquid down greedily.
Remus asks a question that was on everyone's mind, "Harry what happened during your.. capture? What have they done to you?" You knew this question would come, and have been dreading it.
You sigh, take another sip of tea, and stare at the table, trying to think of how you can say the events of being raped by Malfoy, Voldemort's insane plan, and then falling in love with Malfoy and bearing this creature. You doubt very much saying it so bluntly like that will receive a very good reaction from the rest.
Molly sits down beside you and takes your hand sitting in you lap, giving it a good squeeze. "Harry you don't have to say anything just yet, after all you only just got out of bed and…" she started to say in a motherly tone, but you stop her.
"No, I'll cure your curiosity right now, because if I don't do this sooner, it will never happen later." you tell her, looking down at the floor and then up at the ceiling. Was the ceiling always that dirty? Another useless question running through your mind, and you take in a breath to explain it all.
"After Ginny got hit with that curse, Draco Malfoy found me and took me back to Voldemort. They had me hospitalized for awhile, because I was still in pretty rough shape from the battle. I soon found out Malfoy was in charge of taking care of me, if you can call raping me taking care of me." you add sourly in your explanation.
Molly let out a gasp; Remus was glaring, looking very pissed off, and Ginny's back stiffened. Ginny let out a growl and said, "I'm still panning to kill him Harry, I swear it." you only shake your head forlornly.
"It wouldn't do any good to kill him Ginny, after all he's this thing's," you pat your stomach, "father. And I love the bastard."
"Harry you can't love him! He's a guy for one, and he raped you! Have you completely lost your mind?" Remus asked, staring at you as if you'd just blown up the moon.
You let out a harsh laugh. "Maybe I have. I don't trust him; I don't even really like him. But I, well my, my feelings changed. Now do you want to hear the rest of what happened or are you going to keep on telling me how wrong it is?" you retort coldly. You don't want to be rude to Remus, but he's poking at still new wounds.
They sit silently, Remus getting lecturing glares from Molly and Ginny, and looking a bit ashamed for his response to. "I soon found out the only reason they kept me alive was so that I could bare a creature for Voldemort to use to conquer against us. But I'm sure you all heard about that from Snape." You can tell they have, by the look of no surprise on their face.
"Well, I was forced to go through some ritual with Malfoy, and here I am, pregnant, if you can call it that, with some creature intent for dark purposes." you finish off, Remus looking mildly disgusted, and Ginny looking very sympathetic. Molly took you into a big hug, and the creature start to wriggle around at that moment, tickling your insides.
You squirmed out of Molly's grip petting your large stomach. "Stop wiggling down there." you scold it, knowing it can't hear you.
Ginny laughs at you. "Not cooperating, is it Harry?" she teases, leaning over the table and nudging you arm playfully.
You give her a smile and nod. "It likes to move." you comment.
Molly gets up and takes your dishes to the sink, and starts to magic them to clean themselves. "Well then Harry, it'll give you a run for your money like Fred and George give me a run. They were active babies too." she says.
That brings you right back to thinking about Ron. "Oh Molly, I'm so sorry about Ron.." you start, knowing your eyes are going to be misting up anytime soon.
"It's okay Harry, he's watching over us now. He'd be happy to know you're safe, Hermione too." Molly says, her voice dropping a bit. You know nothing can replace Ron or Hermione, you'll always miss them.
Remus finally butts in with his damn questions. "Harry, what are you going to do with the child? It's not going to be human."
You look at your stomach, and then back at Remus. "I'm going to keep it. Draco's right after all, the child may not have a body that's human, but that doesn't mean it can't have a humans mind." you respond. You are surprised to find that even thinking about Draco, brings a pang to your gut.
You'll probably never see him again unless it's in battle, where you will be expected to kill him.
Remus looks impressed. "The young Malfoy seems brighter then one would expect with his upbringing." he comments, getting up with a grunt. "I should go help Madame Pomfrey with the patients and getting prepared for when the next battle ends." And with that he leaves the kitchen.
"How bad was last night?" you ask, gulping down the fear. Full moons are horrible, marked in blood. It has been that way for a year and a half, ever since the war escalated to full out killing sprees.
Ginny and Molly share a look. "Bad, no worse then usual, but they're still fighting in one of the muggle villages. If they capture anyone, they will bring them here to see what punishment to give them." Ginny informs you.
"I'm still here to look after you. Snape thinks you'll be giving birth in three days. Just to warn you." Molly says, sitting down again.
You grin at her. "Thanks for the warning." you reply, bursting out into laughter, a long needed laughter.
The battle ended the next day, totaling in three Aurors dead, five Death Eaters dead, and seven captured. You have been trying to keep busy until the day Snape says you're due, and trying not to think of what has happened to Malfoy. Voldemort may have killed him for all you know.
You were helping out by cooking a good supper for the Aurors with Molly when Ginny stormed into the kitchen with Neville, Seamus, and… Millicent Bullstrode.
You stare at the ex-Slytherin in shock, and when you find your voice, all hell breaks loose. "WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?" you scream, holding your stomach tightly. The world has just gone even more insane then a guy about to give birth in what, one day is it now?
"No one told him, did they?" she asks, looking at the others with a glare. Ginny shook her head, and Neville just shrugged, while Seamus' jaw seemed to have dropped to floor and his eyes widened as he looked at your big stomach.
"Seamus would you stop staring at Harry like that?" Neville said, and Seamus' mouth closed up, but he was still staring, clearly wanting to ask what happened. He never did get a chance, though.
"Harry, Millicent has been working with us ever since Parkinson's death. She brought someone…" Ginny was explaining when Millicent interrupted like the great bull she is. You remember Ginny mentioning in her letter that there was a girl that was on their side who was a spy.
"Draco told the Dark Lord about your escape and the Dark Lord was not happy, to put it mildly. Snape's been called a traitor to 'our' side and anyone who sees him is to kill him for a reward. The Dark Lord also took out his rage on Draco." she says.
You feel a cold chill at the bottom of your stomach. "What happened?" you ask, afraid of the answer.
"Snape contacted me to get Draco out there as quick as humanly possible, only I was too late to get Draco out of there without injuries. I tried to get him here as quickly as I could without arousing suspicions. We're already down one spy, I cannot be found out." she tells you, as your stomach sinks lower and lower.
Ginny rests a hand on your shoulder, as if trying to comfort you. "He's here now Harry, up in the infirmary." Ginny says, and without much as a thank you, you race off leaving Ginny to run after you up the stairs.
You never heard Millicent's gruff comment, "No respect, not even a thank you for getting his lover boy out of there, honestly." And you also missed Seamus and Neville laughing at her 'misfortune.'
Madame Pomfrey had tried to keep you out of the infirmary, but it was hopeless, you pushed past her and went straight for the bed where a pale blonde sat, Snape by his side and rubbing a green potion over various cuts.
"You still have a few broken bones Draco, but you're lucky, you could have been killed for being the bearer of bad news." Snape was saying with thin humour as you approached the bed.
Ginny had stayed at the door though; the healer would have probably committed murder with two people barging into her hospital instead of one idiot. "I never imagined the Dark Lord would actually… would actually kill me." Draco was saying.
And this was when you made your presence known. "What did you think, you idiot? That he'd jump around throwing flowers about? He's a mad man; he would let you suffer if it meant his survival." you said angrily.
Draco lifts his face to look at you; his eyes aren't cold, just tired, and pain filled. "You… You…" he seems to have lost ability to articulate a sentence, and you tell him so.
He lets out laugh, and groans in pain as he holds his stomach. You cringe knowing he's in pain. "How bad is it?" you ask.
"Oh just dandy, Potter. I'm having the time of my life. I've been kidnapped, almost killed by my so called master, and you're still pregnant?" he asks, and you look at him with astonishment. He can go off track that easily? Must be the effects of the drugs the healer gave him.
You give him a dubious look, shaking your head and patting your bulge of a stomach. "Yes, I'm still fat if that's what you mean."
"Merlin, Potter, you're still going on about that? You're carrying another being; you're going to have to expect to gain a bit of weight. Now pipe down and let me heal Draco!" Snape snaps at you.
You would hit him if it didn't mean falling off balance and chancing an injury. You settle for a hate filled glare. Draco starts to cough from laughing, clutching his sides. You're distracted from your pure loathing of Snape, watching Draco with worry.
"Potter, this is no time for a visit, please go back to the kitchen." Madame Pomfrey says, holding your shoulders and pushing you towards the door, where Ginny stands. Snape doesn't watch you go, but looking over your shoulder you see that Draco does.
You send him a small smile, he doesn't return it, but nods his head. Well at least he can be nice enough to acknowledge your existence. You just hope he doesn't hate you totally now.
You are pushed out into the hallway where Ginny is snickering at how you've been thrown out. "Oh shut up." you growl at her. This only makes her laugh at you harder. You push her into the wall, knowing she won't push you back. You're in a delicate condition!
Ginny smiles at you and you hold her hand tightly as you head back to the kitchen. Probably should make that soup, you think, maybe Pomfrey will let you take it up to Draco for supper.
Well, your offer to bring supper up was shot down, but tomorrow at lunch you're allowed to bring it up. Molly thinks it's best to let the other patients sleep because she's convinced you and Malfoy will get into a fight.
She might be right. He didn't seem very comfortable around you in the infirmary. You wish he wouldn't be, but he probably feels very weird in a place where the Order makes its home, a place where he has made enemies by following Voldemort.
You have no clue whether he's safe here or not. He probably won't talk to you, but being close to him is enough for you, you hope.
It wasn't till later that you noticed something was wrong. The thing inside you seemed unusually still, and you were afraid you had lost it for a few minutes there. But then it shifted a little, as if to let you know it was still there.
After daring the stairs of doom, well not doom, you just have a ton of trouble waddling up them with a bunch of lunches in your possession, you enter the infirmary and start to place lunch in front of each patient.
Some are still groggy, and don't notice that you are indeed pregnant, and not fat, while others stare at you with wide eyes, wondering how you came to be with child.
You came to Draco last, a little put down that his eyes were closed and his breath was steady. 'Damn, he's still asleep' you think as you put down the bowl of soup and bread beside his table.
You reached over and where about to brush a strand of hair out of his face when he opened his grey eyes, looking at you with no emotion. His face shows no emotion, and that hurts you more then you expected it to.
Your hand stops in its tracks and you start to pull away from him but his arm shakily comes up to hold you wrist. His grip isn't tight, and you can tell he doesn't have much strength still.
"You love me?" he asks, whispering as silent as he can so only you can hear it. Is he that daft? You told him you loved him! He really is a git. You have an urge to snap at him, but you know you have to hold it, he wants a serious answer.
"I love you." you confirm, your hand brushing away that loose strand of blond hair back.
"I thought I was the big bad rapist." Okay, maybe you deserved that comment. You can tell he didn't mean it to hurt; it's in his voice. It doesn't hold anger, only amusement.
"Oh, you still are. You're also the git I happen to love for unexplained reasons." you whisper back, leaning over the bed to kiss him. You feel a stab of pain going through your whole body at that moment, then and pull back with a cry.
He looks at you with alarm, but your stumble back as another wave of pain hits you. That's when you feel a soft wetness trickle down your thighs. You look at the floor; a little puddle of water is starting to form. "You have got to be kidding me!" you cry out, and Madame Pomfrey is at your side in less then a minute.
Draco is attempting to get up, and you can see he's wincing in pain, but you know he wants to see what is going on with your sudden falter. "Well this is just great, right after a battle that child wants out!" Madame Pomfrey says, helping you maneuver to an empty bed. It doesn't have sheets, but you don't care, your only problem is how this thing will get out.
You don't have a vagina… shit. You never though about this. It's going to be coming out… well it's not going to be coming out the way you really want it to. "Does it have to?" you whine, green eyes misting up as another wave of pain hits you.
"Well, yes it does Mr. Potter. I'm afraid you don't have a choice." she says, and Draco is sniggering in the back of your mind.
You look over at him and send him a condescending glare snapping, "If you want to be faced with the problem of having a child without a vagina, be my guest Draco Malfoy." It shuts him up, but he's still has that damnable cocky smile on his face.
"Come on, we need to get you on the bed." Madame Pomfrey urges softly, and you let her guide you to the bed. You look at it, wondering how the hell you are going to manage this.
"Uh, what position?" you ask with uncertainty.
"I think you might want to be on all fours for this. I don't know how long it will be till the actual birth. Normal labour can take hours, but everything is sped up with your condition." Madame Pomfrey says.
You nod and get onto the bed, limbs shaky as you hold yourself up with your arms and legs. You can tell this is going to tire out your body, you just hope you can hold yourself up. "Mr. Malfoy stay in that bed, what are you doing? SIT BACK DOWN!" Madame Pomfrey screeched, but soon enough Malfoy is standing at your side, rubbing your back with his shaky hands.
Madame Pomfrey huffs, but lets him stay there, muttering under her breathe, 'Don't expect me to help you up if you fall from exhaustion.' She busied herself with pulling the curtains around your bed, and you felt another wave of pain down below. You clothes are discarded quickly, but it doesn't help much because it's a bit embarrassing.
"I think I want it to stay in there, this hurts." you moan, wishing you could make Draco suffer this pain. The only reason you haven't killed him yet is because he's comforting you with hands on your back.
It felt like forever, being told to help push it along, being told to breathe, being told it was alright, and the worst thing about it was the pain. It was like splitting yourself up inside, you're a male, not made to allow such a thing through your body. You wish there was an alternative to this.
You cry out in pain again, another squeeze of Malfoy's hand and then suddenly Madame Pomfrey says, and it's like a godsend blessing, "I can see a bit of dark hair, I think we have the head."
Finally! You try to push harder, as if it will get it out fast, but your body just wants to give up now. How woman can do this you'll never know. You try to push again, feeling your muscles contract again as it moves out. It's the worst feeling having something pass through that part of your body.
You hear Madame Pomfrey gasp, but she keeps telling you to push. Is something wrong with the baby? You don't know, you only push. You can feel it sliding out of you, and soon it's gone, the pain is still there, but it's out. That thing that has been filling you for so long is out.
"Oh my god." Madame Pomfrey says, and you collapse in a pile on your stomach, your arms caving from holding you up for so long. Draco has stopped rubbing your back, and you can feel a slight tension. "What... what?" you hear her stutter, but are too tired to look up at and see what's wrong.
"It's a creature Voldemort fashioned for himself to cause destruction; you can't expect it to look normal. But I think it's very cute." Malfoy says, sticking up for your child's obvious horrible looks.
You here Madame Pomfrey's breathe hitch and then calm down, as she seems to get her rationality back. "Despite its lower body and the scales, it's the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen. You can tell she's a girl." Madame Pomfrey says. "I'll go wash her off."
"Draco.. Draco… she's not going to harm it for not looking like a human is she? She's not going to.." you choke on a sob of fear, your thoughts going darker by the minute.
"Don't be daft, Potter, if she did that I'd kill her." Draco says with the utmost sincerity.
Draco helps you up, reassuring you that it will be okay. Your upper thighs are smeared with blood, and there's a patch of it on the bed. He lifts you up and helps you lean on him as you regain a bit of strength.
Madame Pomfrey opens the curtains holding a big snake like creature, its black scales gleaming in the light of the infirmary. The upper body is human, only scales are where skin should be, much like what you turned into. Where feet should be, there's a long tail, curling and uncurling around the healers hands.
A dark mass of curly hair is on her head and Madame Pomfrey's right hand; you can tell it's a girl. The healer gently lays the creature into your hands, and you stare at her in shock. The eyes aren't open, but you can see a set of fangs sticking out from under the little lips, that are coloured black, like permanent lipstick.
"Fuck." is the only word you can say, the only word you can think. The creature is cute in a very weird way. It doesn't seem dangerous at all, and when Draco moves a hand to touch her little scaled hands, it doesn't react at all.
All she is doing is breathing. "Is she.. is she sleeping?" you ask.
"No, she's just tired. I have no clue if that's truly what she is; she's half snake after all." Madame Pomfrey responds. "Now Mister Malfoy if you would please get back to your bed." she says dangerously and Draco gets up, standing stiffly.
"Okay, okay. I'm going." Draco says, and takes his leave. "But I want to see her tomorrow."
"She'll still be here tomorrow; she and Mr. Potter are not going anywhere. I need to talk to Dumbledore about what we are going to do with an… infant." Madame Pomfrey says, and helps Draco on his way out. "Get some rest Potter, I'll be back to take her to a crib."
You sit there, in a darkened hospital bed, holding a small little thing. It's scary because you're afraid you'll hurt her, and then you're afraid to let her go. You get an impulse to say something, and without realizing hiss out in parseltongue "Sorane."
Okay, thats over and done -breathes- Hope you enjoyed it, and review! I have one or two more chapters left to write and this story will be done so I can go onto others.