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A/nI'm terribly osrry that ittoook me so long to update.
IX
"Dear god, you're pregnant!" I heard somebody shout at me, thus waking me up at 6:30 in the morning..
"Go away." I mumbled trying to cover my ears with a pillow.
"What-What makes you think that you could just not-not tell me that you-" He yelled again.
"Harry?" I asked sitting up as fast as I could and getting met with a lovely sight. Harry was standing there, at the edge of my bed, hair messy as always, scar sticking out against his forhead. Eyes filled with anger and hurt. Stupid Hermione...This is probably her doing.
"You're four months pregnant, and you can't think of a single time to tell me that! God, you really don't care do you?" Harry shouts at me.
"Oh yes, I don't care at all what happens. No, I could care less that I'm pregnant. No, I don't give a flying fuck that I had to leave because of Voldemort because something might happen. No I really don't care that you moved on so quickly. And I certainly couldn't care less about how fast you are making me feal so great about my chioces. I don't care at all that if Voldemort finds out I'm pregnant that he'll kill them. No, I really don't care how much I have to give up to make everything fit smoothly. I don't care at all how hard it is to try and help people when they just yell at me every time that I see them! You're right, I don't care. And I never did. But if you're so right about everything, then why don't you just go and get an ad in the paper about how un-feeling I am. Yeah, I'm sure that that would get a lot of hits. 'Emotionally Dead Woman-Does the Pain Extend to Physical?'. Because you never make mistakes. Nope, you're completely in-fallable." I yell at him trying to get my anger out by using irony. Didn't really work to well, but I'm tired, so a lot of emotions can't be fueled at the same time.
"Them?" Harry says weakly.
"Triplets."
"What?"
"You know, three kids all the same age. Triplets."
"But how didn't I see-Who else knows?"
"Hermione placed a concealment charm on me. The only one besides her who I know knows is Lucy."
"Who's Lucy?" Harry asks like he might be scarred of the answer.
"I'm Lucy. I take it you're the father?" I see Lucy's frame in my doorway.
Harry looks at my stomach before answering. "Yes."
"Well then, me and you have to have a conversation out in the kitchen. No Sugar, don't strain yourself. We'll be back in a little while, so just try and get some sleep. Heaven knows you could use it child."
"But-"
"Just get your rest sugar." Lucy says as she shuts my door while dragging Harry with her.