Hybrid Legacy

Chapter 11

"Come on, mummy," whined Michaela. "Madam Pomfrey's gonna show us our brother today."

"I'll be there in a minute," snarled Harry, still hugging the toilet and dry heaving. This was one aspect of pregnancy that he didn't miss.

"Mummy's sick again, Kayla," shouted Liam. He turned back to Harry, and grimaced at the sounds of his mummy gagging again. "Are you gonna be alright, mummy?"

"Just give me a minute," said Harry wearily. His stomach finally settled enough for him to climb to his feet and look at his pale visage in the mirror. The lingering bad taste in his mouth prompted him to brush his teeth quickly. Once he'd washed his face and brushed his teeth, Harry felt a lot better. "Okay, let's go see Madame Pomfrey."

"Didn't Madame Pomfrey deliver me and Kayla?" asked Liam curiously. He'd heard all about how his mummy went into labour but couldn't wake up daddy and couldn't find anyone. Then his mummy went downstairs to go to the hospital by himself and found everyone setting up a surprise birthday party for him.

"Actually, no she didn't. Your Granpa Sev was the one who really delivered you. Madame Pomfrey had to go back to Hogwarts for something, and by the time she returned, Severus had already delivered both of you," said Harry.

"Cool," said Liam. He ran to the fireplace with Michaela following close behind and grabbed a handful of floo powder. "Me first!" He tossed the floo powder in and was gone within seconds. Michaela was right behind him, leaving Harry to shake his head at the twins' exuberance with all things baby related.

Harry flooed to Madame Pomfrey's office and climbed onto his old bed, listening to the twins chatter excitedly to the school medi-witch. He smiled when the twins entered the room, dragging a protesting Poppy behind them.

"Ah, Harry, I hear congratulations are in order," said Poppy brightly. "Of course, you should have come to see me as soon as you found out."

"But, Poppy, Severus cast a diagnostic spell on me and everything was fine," said Harry defensively.

"Harry, you're two months pregnant now. You should be seeing your medi-witch once a month until the fourth month, and bi-weekly for the last two months," said Poppy.

"But I have, Poppy. Severus was responsible for my first month's check-up, and I'm here for my second month's check-up," said Harry triumphantly.

Poppy gave him a stern glare but couldn't keep the glare in the face of Harry's blinding smile. The twins' excitement at finally getting to see a picture of the baby also melted the glare away. "Fine, Harry, lay back so I can cast a diagnostic spell, and then we'll get a look at that baby," she said softly.

"Ooh, yeah!" squealed Michaela. She pushed Harry down onto the bed. "Hurry, mummy. I wanna see the baby."

Harry just grinned at his daughter and allowed her to push him down into a supine position. He grabbed her hand and placed it on the gentle swell of his abdomen, delighting in her coos to her unborn brother.

"I can't wait to meet you, Iain. I'm your big sister, Mick, but your brother Liam calls me Kayla. 'Course, Micah, calls me Mikla," said Michaela to Harry's stomach. "My name is really Michaela Lillian."

Liam, not to be outdone by his sister, clamoured onto the bed on the other side of Harry. He pushed Michaela's hand out of the way and placed his head on his mummy's belly. "This is your big brother, Liam. Everyone calls me Liam, or Liam Michael when I'm in trouble. Kayla's the only one with the nickname," he said softly. Harry tried to suppress his giggles, but the vibrations against his belly were tickling him. His laughter dislodged Liam's head, which caused Michaela to start laughing. Soon all three of them were laughing uproariously, only to be interrupted by Poppy.

"Ahem, Harry, I believe we have an examination to conduct," said Poppy, clearing her throat loudly. Harry flashed her a sheepish smile. "Right then, let's proceed." She cast the diagnostic spell and hummed in approval. "Well, you and the baby are perfectly healthy. Are you ready to see your little brother?" she asked the twins.

"Yess!" they screamed, bouncing in their excitement. Poppy cast the spell and the twins gazed at the image hovering over Harry's stomach in awe.

"Ooh, that's Iain," squealed Michaela.

"No, his name is Nathaniel," insisted Liam.

"It's Iain."

"Nathaniel"

"Iain"

"Nathaniel"

"Hey!" shouted Harry. "That's enough, you two." The twins ducked their head at the reprimand and Harry turned back to Poppy. "Thanks, Poppy. I'll be sure to come back next month for my check-up. I think I need to get the brats home for a little nap."

"We're not sleepy!" they shouted insistently.

"Come on," said Harry, climbing off the bed and grabbing the twins' hands. "Same time next month, right?"

"You better not miss it," said Poppy. With one last wave, Harry and children were gone.

DHDH

"Well, how did it go?" asked Draco, kissing Harry briefly when he entered the room.

Harry was lying on the couch, reading a book, when Draco got home. "It was exhausting. How was your day, dear?" he asked facetiously. "I had to listen to Mick and Liam argue about what the baby's name should be. But good news, we are perfectly healthy."

"And just what do they want to name the name?" asked Draco curiously.

"Mick wants to name him Iain, but Liam thinks we should name him Nathaniel. I personally like both names. What do you think?" asked Harry.

"I like them. Why not just name him Iain Nathaniel Potter Malfoy?" asked Draco.

"Works for me," said Harry, turning his head towards the doorway when he heard a slight noise in that direction.

"Yess!" squealed the twins, running into the room and jumping onto the couch with Harry. Michaela turned to Liam and stuck out her tongue.

"I told you his name was Iain," she gloated.

Liam just rolled his eyes and said, "His name is Nathaniel too, Kayla."

She crossed her eyes and smirked. "But his first name is Iain."

"See?" asked Harry, looking towards Draco with an exasperated glare. "This is what I had to deal with all day."

"Well, the baby now has a name," said Draco calmly. "Michaela can call him Iain and Liam can call him Nate, Nathan, or Nathaniel. See how easy that is?"

DHDH

The next two months passed in a blur for Harry. Between Hermione's constant badgering to take him shopping for baby clothes, the twins' overwhelming exuberance for the arrival of their brother, and Draco's overprotective attitude, Harry was about to reach his limit of patience. This was the first day he'd had to himself since the Creevey brother incident. Someone was with him at all times, and Harry just wanted to be alone. And to top it all off, Draco was diligently trying to limit what Harry ate- a healthy Harry makes a healthy baby. Thankfully, though, Draco and the twins were out at the moment.

Harry sifted through the cupboards, trying to find something to eat. He was starving and dinner was still two hours away. He grabbed the bread and the peanut butter, then headed for the refrigerator. Grabbing the milk, cheese, and sliced turkey, Harry set everything on the counter to fix his snack. He slathered peanut butter on both slices of bread, added a piece of cheese and the sliced turkey. The sandwich made, he also poured a large glass of milk.

Although he was tempted to find someplace to hide to avoid Draco, Harry carried his snack into the dining room and sat down to eat. He was happily munching on his sandwich when Draco and the twins finally walked into the room.

"What you eating, mummy?" asked Liam, staring at Harry's sandwich curiously.

"A peanut butter, cheese, and turkey sandwich. Want a bite?" asked Harry cheerfully, ignoring Draco's reproving glare.

"Eww, how can you eat that?" asked Michaela disgustedly. Liam was too busy covering his mouth and turning green to answer.

"It's good," said Harry defensively. "You should try a bite."

"I think they'll pass, Harry," said Draco quickly, glaring harder at Harry. "We wouldn't want to spoil their appetite." The twins just shot him a grateful look and ran from the room. Draco just grabbed Harry's milk and took a big drink, ignoring Harry's "Hey, that's mine. Get your own," and sat beside his pregnant husband. "Harry, why don't we ask Hermione to watch the twins for a couple of days? She may even take them shopping and let them pick out new clothes for the baby," he asked quietly. He knew Harry was getting irritated with all of them and needed a break, but he wasn't willing to let Harry completely out of his sight. He did know how to compromise, though. Two out of three problems solved wasn't too bad.

"Really?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Really," said Draco softly. "And we, my beautiful elf, can either spend some quiet time at home, or you can pick somewhere for us to go."

"I absolutely love you," said Harry breathily, climbing into Draco's lap. "That would be perfect. I think quiet time with just you is in order. I'm really not up to dealing with the press, and considering the fact that we have a baby on the way, quiet time will be in short supply very soon. You go pack the twins some clothes, and I'll ask Hermione if they can stay with her."

DHDH

Hermione, of course, happily agreed to watch the twins for a few days. The twins were absolutely thrilled to visit their Aunt Hermione because she was in the last month of pregnancy, and they could feel the baby kicking. Hermione just smiled indulgently and let them touch her swollen belly.

Harry got the twins ready and flooed them to Hermione's while Draco went to Malfoy Manor to speak with his father. Taking advantage of the silence, Harry went upstairs to take a bath. Once the bath was full, Harry poured in some bath crystals designed for muscle relaxation and climbed carefully into the tub. He sighed in relief as the bath crystals as the muscles around his pregnant belly relaxed marginally. He was soon lounging in the bath almost asleep. Draco roused him a short while later and carried him to bed. As he fell asleep, Harry sighed in contentment.

A voice from the fireplace suddenly rang out in a panicked cry. "Harry, Draco, thank gods you're awake," cried Blaise. "Hermione's in labour."