Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be

Author: SweetMercy

Rating: M

Warnings: mpreg, slash, has naughty swear words!

Pairings: RL/HP but has references to others.

Summery: One day in the summer after Harry's 6th year, an article appears in the paper that turns his world upside down. Knowing that most of what was said in the article was true, Harry fears seeing his friends and the rest of the Order. But, just like everything else, life has to go on, and Harry returns to school to face the music.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I'm going on Holiday soon so I'm not going to be updating for just over a week. Well, it's not exactly a Holiday as such...it's just me going to visit my dad for a week which is boring but whatever. Oh, and I need help on something as well but I'll tell you at the end. Anyways, this is where the chapters start getting longer.

Chapter 10: Back to Hogwarts

Harry and Remus thought it best that they keep their relationship quiet for a number of obvious reasons. First, because they weren't sure if everyone would be as accepting as Ron and Hermione were about their relationship as they were student/teacher, plus there was the age gap to consider and the fact that Remus had been James' friend. Then there was the fact that everybody would just assume that he was the father and, what with the war going on, they really didn't want that all over the papers. As Remus would be returning to work at Hogwarts in a few days they had spent what time they could together, either going for walks in the park, going for a swim in the pool in the back garden, (which Sirius had purchased as soon as his name had been cleared after the events at the Ministry two years ago) or just simply talking and enjoying each others company.

Harry had told Remus that Ron and Hermione knew everything; they knew who the possible father's were, how those scenarios had come about, and that he and Remus were now together. When Harry had told Hermione about himself and Remus, she hadn't been all that surprised.

"Oh, that's wonderful Harry!" she had smiled, pulling him into a hug. "But it was kind of obvious you had feelings for him."

"It was?" Harry had asked, confused.

"Of course," she smiled, "The way you talked about him when you told us you had slept together made it perfectly clear."

Harry and Remus were now spending their nights together, although they weren't doing anything other than talking and sleeping as Harry was all too aware of his own body, something which the book (his 'pregnancy bible' as he now called it) said was completely normal.

"Harry, you're not fat," Remus said for the umpteenth time. Remus was lying in bed, looking over at the closed bathroom door that separated him from Harry, who had now been in there for at least 15 minutes. "You've just got a big belly because there are three babies inside of you."

Harry stood naked in front of the full length mirror, turning from side to side inspecting his belly. He frowned at his reflection.

"My stomach looks like it's going to explode," Harry called back into the bedroom. "I'm just a big, fat balloon."

He heard Remus chuckle to himself, but ignored it. He continued to turn around in front of the mirror, cringing slightly at the swollen size of his belly. How could anyone find this attractive?

He turned again but this time he caught Remus's reflection smiling at him from near the door and almost jumped a mile.

"Remus!" he scolded, reaching for his dressing gown.

"Harry, relax ok?" he said, moving into the room. "I've seen you naked before."

"Not with a fat belly, you haven't," said Harry stubbornly. He didn't know why he was being so shy of his body all of a sudden, but he just didn't want Remus, of all people, to see him like this. What if Remus found it ugly and unnatural? What if he didn't find him attractive anymore?

As if he knew what was going through Harry's mind (which, Harry reminded himself, he probably did since he was pretty gifted at Legimency) he said in a loving voice, "Sweetie, you're pregnant. There is life growing inside you. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, raise these children with you. Plus, you've got that healthy pregnant glow. What could be more attractive than that?"

"You sound like you've got a fetish for pregnant men," muttered Harry with a small smile.

"The only thing I have a fetish for is you," Remus smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry. "And handcuffs," he added, "But that's another story."

Harry laughed, and looked up at Remus's smiling face.

"I love you," he told him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Love you too," Remus smiled. "Now, are you going to come to bed? You need rest."

"I guess," said Harry quietly, and he allowed himself to be led out into the bedroom. As Remus walked around to the other side, Harry quickly shed his robes and hopped into bed, snuggling deep into the covers.

The next few days went by without incident. Remus, being a teacher, had left for Hogwarts a day before the rest of them in order to get his lesson plans sorted and to meet up with the rest of the staff. Harry found himself constantly walking aimlessly around the house looking for something to do. Ron thought he was going mad.

The day before their return to school, Harry and Ron were finishing some last minute homework. To Harry's delight (and to Ron's annoyance) Hermione helped him with everything, saying that he had more things to worry about and it wasn't his fault he hadn't finished.

After their Homework was completed, they spent the rest of the evening by the pool outside. Harry, after doing a few lengths, decided to sit and watch the rest of them as they played a slightly vicious game of water volley ball. He lay down on the pool chairs, delighting in the feel of the warm sun on his skin. He might as well try and perfect his tan whilst he could. Just as he was closing his eyes however, he felt a sudden chill and looked up to see a shadowy figure obscuring the sun.

"Can I sit here?" it said in a voice Harry recognised as Sirius'. Harry nodded and turned to watch the game of water volley ball just in time to see the ball, thrown by Tonks, bounce off Ron's head. Sirius sat down on the chair next to him and watched the game as well.

"I just wanted to talk to you," said Sirius after a while, "Before you went back to school."

Harry sighed. This was expected, he thought. He might as well get it over with. Checking to see that the others were still distracted by the game, he turned to Sirius.

"I have to tell you something," said Harry, watching Sirius's face for a change of emotion. After all, Harry had been pretty mean to him lately and he didn't want to go back to Hogwarts without explaining himself first. "There was...one…no, there were two…there were three others," he finally said, hating himself for not going along with the original plan and saying 'one'.

"Three others?" said Sirius, stunned, but his face showed no hurt.

"Yeah," muttered Harry, "You were my first though. But I don't know which one's the father so…"

He trailed off, looking back at the pool where Hermione had just ducked Ron under the water and Fred and George were hitting the ball back and forth with Tonks in the middle. Sirius seemed to be taking this pretty good, Harry thought. At least he isn't shouting or looking disappointed.

"Harry," he said, reaching for his hand, "You know how I feel about that night. If anything, I want to be your Godfather. But I'm here for you, ok? If you ever need anything, need help with the babies – even if they're not mine – I'm still here for you."

"Thank you," said Harry, meaning it. "Really, thank you."

"It's no problem," he smiled. "But, if they are mine then, if you let me of course, I want to be as involved as I can. I want to take responsibility."

"Yeah, absolutely," said Harry, not thinking things through. "I would never deny you access to your children."

"Thank you," he said with a smile. "Well, I'm glad we finally got that sorted. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"That you might not be the father?" asked Harry, and Sirius nodded. "I was scared of what you might think of me. I was worried about what you would do. I know I should have said something but…it was hard, you know?"

"I can imagine it would be," said Sirius sympathetically. "You told the others they might not be the father?"

"Only one of them," said Harry.

"Who are they? The other three?"

"I can't tell you," said Harry. "I mean, I trust you and everything, it's just…I'm not sure how everyone's going to react yet…and I still need to tell the other two and…"

"Harry," he smiled, "It's ok, you don't have to tell me."

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Ron and Hermione know about us," he told him. "They know about all four actually."

"I thought they would," said Sirius, "They're your best friends after all, and I'm glad you've told them. It can't do you any good to keep it all locked up inside."

"So," said Harry after a while. "We're ok now?"

"Absolutely," smiled Sirius. "See? It wasn't that hard to tell me was it?"

The rest of the evening went by pleasantly. When Tonks, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Fred and George had splashed so much that there was hardly any water left in the pool, Mrs Weasley called them all in to bed. Harry said goodnight to Sirius and went off to his room, feeling a lot happier and at peace with the world.

"Wakey, wakey Harry," said a voice from far away, interrupting his dreams. "It's time to get up."

"Go away," Harry muttered into his pillow, reaching for his covers to pull over his head.

"Get up lazy arse," laughed Ron's voice, pulling at the covers Harry was so desperately clinging to.

With a sigh, Harry sat up rubbing his eyes against the sunlight attacking his eyes.

September 1st. Another school year to complete. The last school year to complete.

The previous year had been somewhat eventful. Dumbledore had been giving Harry private lessons, teaching him about Voldemort's childhood. Harry hadn't been surprised to find out that he had been one sadistic kid, getting fun out of scaring other children, maybe even damaging them psychologically. Harry and Dumbledore had learnt the reason why Voldemort couldn't be killed, which added to Harry's hatred of the Dark Lord because he seemed like such a smart ass.

Voldemort had scattered bits of his soul across the world and it was now up to Harry and Dumbledore to destroy them in order to clear the path to Voldemort. Luckily, there wasn't a time limit for when this had to be done, so Harry had decided that he would leave that mission until he had finished school, in order to concentrate on his studies more this year. And, obviously, he wouldn't have the time or the strength when he was going to be looking after triplets.

Snape, no matter how much Harry hated him, had taken a pretty heavy blow at the end of last year. He had been assigned a particularly nasty mission by Voldemort and, on discovering that he could not do it, Snape had had to pull out of the Death Eaters, blowing his cover as a spy. Snape was now almost as wanted by Voldemort as Harry was.

The morning went by quickly. He had hardly had time to eat breakfast when they were being ushered outside and into the Ministry Limo's which would take them to Kings Cross. With a hurried goodbye hug with Sirius, Harry pulled on the long, baggy coat he had to wear in order to hide his condition from the muggles, and was on his way.

As soon as they had all emerged onto Platform 9 ¾ he was immediately being dragged off towards the train through the crowds off staring students and parents, shoved onto the Hogwarts Express, pushed into an empty compartment, and the blinds were being pulled down.

"There was no need for that," said Harry, slightly windswept, but amused all the same.

"Harry," said Hermione, closing the window after they had waved goodbye to The Weasley's, "You're 7 months pregnant in case you haven't noticed. People are going to be staring a lot more than usual."

"Good point," said Harry, watching Ron put both their cases on the luggage rack.

"But he can't really hide it at Hogwarts," Ginny pointed out, sitting opposite Harry. "All the stares are eventually going to find him."

"True," said Hermione, pulling Crookshanks out of his travel basket. "But we might as well try and have a quiet journey."

"Aren't you guys supposed to be perfecting?" Harry asked as they settled down.

"Nah," said Ron, poking an owl treat through the bars of Pig's cage who was hooting excitedly, "Seventh year prefects don't have to patrol the train."

"And I'm Head Girl," smiled Hermione. "Professor Mcgonagall is going to give me a list off my duties at Hogwarts."

As the morning rolled by, footsteps and gossiping could be heard outside their compartment. He tried to ignore it, but it was proving easier said than done. Obviously everybody had read the article in the paper and wanted to see if it was true.

"Don't let it bother you," said Ginny, looking up from her game of exploding snap with Neville and Ron. (Luna and Neville had dropped by shortly after the train had rounded the corner from the station.)

"I'm not," said Harry, "I'm just worried about what they're all going to say once we get to Hogwarts."

"Well, whatever they say, just ignore it," said Luna from over the top of The Quibbler. "They obviously have nothing better to talk about than other people's lives."

"Yeah," sighed Harry.

The afternoon went on, and the scenery outside their window grew darker and wilder as the train sped through forests and woods. The noise in the corridor grew louder as more people became restless. Harry, still trying to ignore the gossip that passed the door, joined in the conversations about Quidditch, which lifted his spirits greatly. France had won the Quidditch European Cup, beating Portugal 650 – 620, and now the focus was on the Quidditch World Cup again, which teams would be competing for all this year – the final was to happen next summer.

The talk of Quidditch was interrupted by the witch with the lunch trolley and they all hurried over to purchase sweets, drinks, cakes, and pastries.

The sky outside grew darker, and stars started to appear in the night sky, many of them obscured by the many rain clouds drifting across the sky like ghostly spectres.

As the train sped on, talk gradually turned to careers. Neville, whose best subject was Herbology, wanted to work in that particular area although he was unsure of what jobs were available. Ron, who had once wanted to be an Auror, wasn't sure of what he wanted to do as he kept changing his mind. Hermione, who at one point had been dead set on doing something worthwhile, was now considering her many options. She either wanted to work in or be Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, set up her own campaign for house elves, work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, become a member of the Wizengamot (wizards council), or set up a place for house elves where they could live their own lives.

"I think you'd make a good Minister for Magic," said Ginny seriously. "Think about it; it's worthwhile, you'll make a difference, and you have a lot of power and say as to what goes on in the magical community."

Ginny, who was also undecided, wanted to be either a Healer or play Quidditch. Luna had lots of options - which were all pretty different but involved the same weird and wonderful things that Harry had come to associate with Luna - and she wanted to try them all out before she decided. She wanted to either go off on expeditions looking for rare magical creatures, continue in her father's footsteps and take over The Quibbler, or work in the Department of Mysteries. Harry wanted to be an Auror, eventually becoming Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"You should play Quidditch Harry," Ginny said with a smile, "Me, you, and Ron could revive the England Quidditch Team and get them winning again."

"Speaking of Quidditch," said Ron, looking round at Luna who was sitting in the corner looking as dreamy as ever. "Are you commentating again this year?"

"Yeah," smiled Ginny. "You really should. It was so funny. But you," she added, "Funny in a good way." Luna smiled.

"It depends if Professor Mcgonagall lets me," she said.

"Well if she doesn't we should all go on strike," said Ron. "Refuse to play until she lets you commentate."

"Not that I'm complaining or anything," said Hermione suddenly, looking up from her copy of Extremely Advanced Charms, "But how is it that no matter what we talk about we always end up talking about Quidditch?"

"Because it's the most interesting thing to talk about," said Harry proudly, stroking a purring Crookshanks he had decided that Harry knee was the best place for a nap.

"Oh, that's a lovely ring Harry," said Luna, noticing the gold ring on Harry's finger. Harry had placed the ring on his middle finger of his right hand, determined not to have anyone mistake it for a wedding ring.

"Thanks," he smiled. "Sirius gave it to me for my birthday, along with this watch."

It had taken Harry a while to decide what places he should put onto the watch in the place of the usual 12 numbers. With the help of Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Sirius last night he had finally decided upon:

1: Shopping. 2: Travelling. 3: Home.

These seemed the most ordinary and less likely to be used due to the fact that 8 out of 9 of them would be at Hogwarts. Then there was:

4: Lessons. 5: With You. 6: Hogwarts/Safe.

Since there would be so many of them at Hogwarts, Harry had decided to break the categories up to be more specific. 'Hogwarts/Safe' simply meant that whilst Harry couldn't be exactly sure where they were, they were defiantly at Hogwarts and were safe.

7: Lost/Safe. 8: Order Mission. 9: Hospital.

'Lost/Safe' meant what it sounded like. They were lost but not in any danger.

10: Hogwarts/Danger. 11: Lost/Danger. 12: Mortal Peril.

And if any of the watches hands pointed to one of these then there was reason to panic. At least 'Hogwarts/Danger' gave some vague idea of where they were.

He showed her the watch with all the names on. The names 'Albus', 'Remus', and 'Hagrid' were pointed at 'Hogwarts/Safe. 'Sirius' was at 'Home', and the rest of them were pointing at 'With You'.

"I hope you don't mind me putting your names in," he said to Neville and Luna. "I'm not spying on you or anything."

"I think it's very nice of you," said Neville.

"Yes," Luna agreed. "You're making sure we're safe, just like friends."

"We are friends," he pointed out, not for the first time since they had met."

At last, at long last, the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station and they disembarked (Harry surrounded by his friends as not to attract attention just yet). Shielding their faces against the rain, they hurried over to the gates and climbed into an empty carriage.

"Why does it have to rain every year?" Ginny moaned, pulling out her hairbrush and combing it through her hair.

"Its tradition," smiled Hermione, shutting her umbrella and closing the carriage door.

Harry looked out of the rain splattered window and smiled as he saw Hogwarts Castle emerge as they rounded a corner and started up the path. The castle always looked magical at night, with all its windows lit up, the darker turrets and towers being left in shadow. He always found himself slightly awestruck by the sight of it.

"Ouch," he gasped and his hand immediately flew to his large stomach.

"What is it?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just the babies kicking again."

"Kicking? Oh, Harry, can I feel?" asked Ginny excitedly, and she leaned across to put her hand on his stomach, as did Luna and Hermione.

"Awwwww!" they all squealed when one of them kicked against Harry's stomach again.

"I can't believe there're three babies inside there," said Luna, her hand still resting on his belly.

"I know," said Ginny. "And being 7 months pregnant, those babies are going to be pretty big. It's a wonder they can fit in there."

"How do they come out?" asked Ron with a puzzled expression. The other's looked at Harry.

"Yeah, how do they come out?" asked Neville.

"The way they got in there," said Ginny. "But he has to take a potion when he goes into labour so it's easier."

"The way they got in?" said Ron. "So it's gonna be like…having a shit?"

"Ron!" they laughed.

"In a way, yes, I suppose it is," grinned Ginny. "But I wouldn't quite put it like that."

"How do you know so much about this?" asked Ron, looking over at his sister.

"I read, Ronald," she sighed. "Besides, if I'm considering becoming a Healer, it helps to know these things."

They finally pulled up at the oak front doors and they clambered out of the carriage and joined the other students heading for the doors and warmth. Harry followed, somewhat reluctant to go in now he was here.

"You'll be ok," said Hermione, putting an arm around him. "Come on, we'll all go in together."

Help! Righto. I've had a rather productive day. I've managed to write quite a few more chapters for this. I have actually wrote the birth and am now up to the part where the father is revealed. But I have come across 2 things that have had me thinking for ages.

1. The names. Now, I have already named the boy and one of the girls. But I'm struggling with coming up with another girl name. Any suggestions will be greatly appriciated. I need a first and middle name for a girl.

2. Who is the bloody father? Argh! I don't know if I should have Remus and make them all happy, or Sirius to add a bit of a twist to it. Whatever happens he will end up with Remus, I just need to know who you guys want the father to be. I have ideas for both scenerio's though, I just can't decided which one to use.

Thank you for your help and please review!