Harry walked into his office, wearing a now useless glamour charm to hide his protruding stomach. He sighed as he looked at the mess his desk was in and shrugged. Today was his last day before paternity leave and all he had to do was pick up a file.
A wizard walked up to him, "Hey, Harry."
Harry looked up briefly, "Hello, Alfred. How's it going?"
"Fine Harry, just fine. And you?"
"Okay, I guess."
"How's the…er…pregnancy?"
"Now that the morning sickness is gone, it's pretty okay."
"Er, well, congratulations," he said lamely.
"Thanks."
Alfred nodded and went back to his desk.
Harry smiled and shook his head. He grabbed his file and walked out the door. Apparating while pregnant wasn't a great idea.
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Harry stopped off at a café, the smell of fresh bread drawing him in. He purchased a loaf and decaffeinated coffee. Harry grimaced. Not having caffeine was harder than not having a beer.
He sat at a table and began to eat, slowly reading another baby book that Hermione had got him.
"Hello."
Harry looked up. A woman with a small child at her side smiled nervously, "That is an excellent book. Are you going to be a new father or…"
Harry smiled back, "Yes, actually."
The woman gave a genuine smile, "That's wonderful! How long until it's born?"
"About two months."
"I hope your wife is coping well."
"She is. I'm the one not coping."
"At least she hasn't anymore morning sickness."
"That's true, but now she has heartburn."
"Oh, the poor dear. Well, have a nice day."
"You, too."
The woman lead her daughter outside by the hand and Harry returned to his book.
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Okay, a little wizard/Muggle stranger reaction going on, but I needed to post and this works.
Before someone asks, Harry is still glamour-ed when he speaks with the Muggle.
HC