Harry stood looking into Crosby's crib as he watched him sleep. He still sometimes found it hard to believe that this was the little miracle that had saved his life. If it weren't for him, he would be dead by now, even ifhe wasn't sure if itwould have been the drugs or the suicide that got to him first.
Few people knew that the savior of the world, the boy who had seemed to have everything, the one who everyone wanted to be, had been a drug addict. Hermione had technically been the one that had saved both of them. It had been Hermione that had convinced him to give up the drugs, even if it was for the sake of his baby.
He sighed sadly at the memory of his friend. As he wondered where she was, he felt arms wrap around him, one hand going to his disappearing waistline, The other to clutching his hand.
"Hey love sorry I'm late, just had to pick something up," Sirius whispered into his ear and he smiled as he put his head on his shoulder, also staring at Crosby. His face scrunched up and he moved, letting off an uncomfortable moan. It happened again and he woke up crying. Harry immediately scooped him and reassured him it was all right.
When he finally let go of Harry's robes and was put down in the crib again, he stared up at Sirius, confused that his father (Who usually remained asleep he cried) was there. Sirius smiled.
"I got something for you today on my way home." He said and took a long thin box out of his pocket. He handed it to Crosby, who opened it and pulled out a necklace with a large silver-gray stone on it, on the back of it his name was engraved. "It's charmed so it can't choke him." He told Harry.
"It's a gift from us for becoming a big brother." He said and kissed Crosby's forehead, clipping it round his neck. He thanked them and lay down, falling asleep again with the stone clutched in his little fist.
Harry turned around and quietly left the room, beckoning Sirius to follow. "You realize he doesn't even know what a brother is, never mind that he's going to become one." Harry said as they got to the room and Sirius shrugged.
"He must have noticed something by now." He said as Harry went to the cupboard to get clothes to change into, finding it uncomfortable for his husband to see him in just boxers. Ironic if you think that the clothes usually ended up at the bottom of the bed by morning anyway
"Of course he'll notice he's mother's getting, bigger, but his mind doesn't necessarily have the thinking power just yet to connect it to a brother or sister." Harry replied once he came back, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of his growing midsection.
"Well you never know." Sirius said as he watched Harry change. "And if he's anything like you, it wont be long till he's asking where it comes from anyway."
"And what are you gonna do? Give him the puzzle piece story?" Harry smirked and Sirius laughed and shook his head.
"I still can't believe you actually said that. 'You can always use my piece Sirius.' "
"I was only six ok? Besides, what scares me more is that it came true." He attempted to do the buttons and sighed when they wouldn't come close enough to close.
"Can I use one of your shirts?" He asked Sirius who nodded. Once Harry was finally changed, he flopped down onto the bed sadly and Sirius wrapped an arm around him. "I hate this." He muttered.
"Come on, It can't be that bad. You went through it once already." Harry sighed again sadly and turned into Sirius's embrace.
"Yeah, I hated it then and I still hate it now. Not so bad? Let's see you watch your body bloat up for nine months and not be able to do anything but lay back and hope for the best." He grumbled.
"Well, it's not my ancestor that pissed his wife off so I don't have to." Sirius said jokingly. "I still want to know exactly how this happened anyway."
"Well, after we got drunk, we fell over and you decided you couldn't wait to screw me into the mattress so you ended doing it on the stairs instead." Harry stated and Sirius didn't even ask how he could remember all of that but it took him god knows how long to realize they didn't use protection.
"No, I mean how you managed to get pregnant without a potion or anything."
"Well, according to the books, after one of my stupid stubborn ancestors demanded a fifth child, his wife hexed him and all of his future descendents. When females are born it's just increased fertility, but with males, they're only effected from about age twelve when a pouch forms about here." He put two fingers right above the area by his belly button. "And an egg lays dormant there, waiting for a sperm from a narrow passage leading off from inside the arse." Sirius nodded, taking this all in.
"So your dad could have gotten pregnant too if he had gone for guys?" Harry nodded.
"Still could, just needs the right potions." Harry said and Sirius laughed.
"That's an extremely funny picture." Sirius said and Harry rested his head against Sirius's chest sadly. "You really miss them, don't you?"
"Yeah, It's wonderful being here and being married to you, It's just," Tears welled up in his eyes and Sirius wiped them away with his finger. "I miss them so bad,"
"I know Harry, me too," He whispered, kissed his forehead and added, "Me too."
Harry sat the following morning at his table trying to write down some notes, but couldn't concentrate, even though the only noise was Crosby busy shaking the bars of his playpen and laughing. He opened the draw in the front to look for an eraser when something silvery fell onto his lap.
He picked it up and rubbed it against his cheek, shivering at the familiar touch of his invisibility cloak. He had given it to Sirius shortly after he had found out he was pregnant again. He made a promise not to go wandering around the castle and risk hurting the baby as Grawp had nearly done to him and Crosby when Hagrid had taken him into the forest late at night, unknowing of the baby.
He shuddered at the memory of how terrified he had been when he was told that the baby might have had to be born a month early or have brain damage. Thankfully, neither had happened and both of them had been ok, besides being shouted at by his father and his mother managing to hex Hagrid, despite his giant blood, once again reminding people of how powerful a witch she was when her family was threatened or hurt.
He tied it round his waist under his robes so he could show Sirius later and soon forgot about it. He'd just finished preparing dinner that night and was just bringing Crosby downstairs after changing his diaper when the front door closed.
He walked into the hall and Sirius smiled at him but then looked horrified. He looked surprised that Harry was still smiling. He hugged him, but in more of a comforting way than romantic and Harry frowned but didn't say anything.
"When did it happen?" Sirius asked him and he frowned.
"When did what happen?" Harry asked and Sirius pulled back, taking Harry's shoulders in his hands.
"When did you lose them? I mean, they seemed fine this morning, moving and everything." He said and Harry looked down to see that his baby bump he was used to seeing wasn't there. He shoved Crosby into Sirius's arms and ran upstairs as fast as he could.
He ran to their bedroom and started stripping off his clothes hurriedly. He sighed in relief as he stood in his boxers, the obvious bump clearly there. He heard another sigh behind him and looked to see Sirius standing in the doorway, Crosby obviously put down somewhere in his rush to follow him.
"What the hell happened there? You scared the crap out of me." He said and Harry shrugged. He picked up the robes and out slid the invisibility cloak. Sirius picked it up again and held it out to Harry
"Could this have anything to do with it?"
A lot has been answered in this chapter as well as some material for future sequel(s).If you dont get the puzzle piece story, go to my profile and read 'putting the puzzle together' for a full explanation.
Nothing has been decided yet, but I'm considering not doing any sequels after this. People complain that I don't finish my stories and the popularity for this is waning.I wil finish this story though.
I would thank everyone for reviewingbut there's arumor going round that's saying we're not allowed to thank our reviewers. Personally I think it's bullshit, but I'm not taking any chances.
Oh, and as for Harry being on drugs, it was planned for a long time, look back to What Have I Done where he comes home around his seventh month if you don't believe me.
Next Chapter: Harry has another unwanted 'reunion' with his parents...
