Don't own Harry Potter
Fleamont Potter sniffed and yawned as he looked into his bedroom mirror. His jet black hair was messy and his nose was red at the tip.
Am I sick? The ten year old boy wondered to himself. His vision was getting even more blurry by the minute and his head was throbbing. Fleamont sniffed. He probably was sick but he wasn't going to admit that.
Fleamont took a deep breath and walked out of the room. He could do this.
"Are you alright Monty?" Charlotte Potter asked her youngest son. Fleamont sneezed.
"M'fine Mum." Fleamont snuffled. Henry Potter frowned momentarily.
"You're not fine, Mont, I can see it." Henry said softly. Fleamont's face was flushed a deep red, his eyes were glazed and droopy, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"No, really, I'm alright." Fleamont said drowsily as he took a bite of toast.
Henry and Charlotte both frowned momentarily but they continued to to talk. After a few minutes, there was a small thud from the end of the table. Henry and Charlotte looked up to see Fleamont had fallen asleep, his head lolling as he curled up on the chair.
"I knew something was going on." Henry said softly as he scooped Fleamont up in his arms.
"Bring him upstairs." Charlotte said. "I'll check up on him later."
Henry nodded and he walked upstairs, Fleamont's too warm body, limp and floppy in his arms.
Henry opened Fleamont's bedroom door and stepped over the various belongings scattered across the floor. Henry laid Fleamont down on his bed and pulled a blanket over Fleamont.
Fleamont whimpered softly in his sleep and Henry kissed him softly on his forehead and stroked his mop of jet black hair.
Henry left the room with one last glance at Fleamont, who was sleeping peacefully, his thin face flushed.
"See you later buddy." Henry said softly, closing the door, leaving it slightly open.
Charlotte walked carefully up the stairs later on in the morning. She'd let Fleamont rest for a while, the poor boy must be exhausted but Charlotte thought it was time to check on Monty.
Charlotte entered the room with a soft knock.
Fleamont was still asleep, hair even more tousled then usual, his face even more flushed with heat. His body was hot to the touch and Fleamont wouldn't wake up up, no matter how much Charlotte tried.
"Monty." She whispered softly. "Mont, wake up please."
Fleamont stirred weakly, slowly but surely, his eyes were opening. Charlotte smiled softly when Fleamont opened his eyes fully.
"Whaz goin on.." He mumbled sleepily as he tried to sit up. Charlotte shushed him.
"It's alright Mont. Just checking up on you." Charlotte said softly, brushing Fleamont's hair off his forehead.
He's boiling Charlotte thought.
"Does anything hurt buddy?" Charlotte asked softly. Fleamont shifted in the bed.
"Pretty much everything." He mumbled sleepily, his eyelids flicking. Fleamont sniffed and coughed. Charlotte quietly asked the house elf Mandy to get a Pain Relief and Fever Reducing Potion for Fleamont. Mandy soon appeared in the room with a crack and disappeared as soon as she had given Charlotte the potions.
Charlotte shook Fleamont's shoulder ever so slightly. After a few more shakes, Fleamont was awake.
"Wha?" He mumbled sleepily. Charlotte smiled softly.
"Just a couple of potions that might help." She said as she tipped the potions down Fleamont's throat while holding him upwards with her hand.
"Ok." Fleamont mumbled sleepily. Charlotte choked back a sob as she lay Fleamont on his pillows and she pulled a blanket over Fleamont's limp body.
"Get some more sleep darling." Charlotte said softly, kissing Fleamont on his forehead.
Henry came into the kitchen after work three days after Fleamont had fallen mysteriously ill to find Charlotte crying at the kitchen table.
"What's wrong?" Henry asked, corcerned for his wife. Charlotte sniffed.
"Monty's taken a turn for the worse." Charlotte said sadly.
"Oh Merlin." Henry said softly, drawing Charlotte into a tight hug. Charlotte cried as Henry stroked her hair.
"I dunno. He seemed fine this morning and then he collapsed while I was in the living room. Minnie totally freaked out." Charlotte sobbed.
"Damn. Why Mont?" Henry whispered to himself.
An entire week past and Fleamont was getting better very, very slowly. He slipped into unconsciousness and no matter how much Henry or Charlotte tried to wake him up, he wouldn't wake up at all.
Henry sat beside Fleamont one afternoon, his eyes searching Fleamont's face for any sign of waking up.
Nothing.
Henry felt tears build up in his eyes but he wiped them away as Fleamont slept peacefully. Henry took hold of Fleamont's hand and squeezed it tightly.
Then it happened. The smallest of pressure.
"Charlie!" Henry called softly. Charlotte came into the room, her heart thumping.
"Come here." Henry said softly. "I think Monty's waking up."
Charlotte gasped. Henry squeezed Fleamont's hand again.
Then, Fleamont squeezed his hand tighter.
Charlotte gasped, tears streaming down her face as she squeezed Fleamont's other hand. Fleamont squeezed it tight.
"Monty?" Charlotte sobbed, as Henry's eyes began to spill tears.
"Mmm." Fleamont mumbled sleepily. "Dad? Mum?"
Charlotte burst into tears again as she pulled Fleamont's still warm body into an enormous hug and Henry joined them too, his own tears running free.
"What happened?" Fleamont asked, still in his parent's embrace. Charlotte wiped away her tears.
"You were sick, Monty. Quite sick. You couldn't wake up at all." Henry said softly, taking the nearby Potions vial. "Drink this."
"What is it?" Fleamont asked, taking the vial carefully. Henry just squeezed Fleamont's hand.
"For the pain. And yes, I know you're in pain." Henry said softly. Fleamont smiled weakly before drinking the contents of the vial carefully.
Henry smiled as Fleamont flopped onto his pillows, exhausted despite only being awake for less then two minutes.
"Get some rest." Henry said softly, as he closed the door behind him and Charlotte. Henry stood at the doorway, watching Fleamont sleep, his chest rising up and down. Charlotte smiled as she walked down the stairs.
Henry was always the protective one.
Fleamont was sitting up in bed, nibbling on a piece of chocolate while flicking through a Quidditch magazine. Henry knocked on the door and came in.
"Hey Mont." Henry said softly. "How you feeling?"
"Alright I suppose." Fleamont said. Henry smiled as he sat down beside Fleamont.
"You know." Henry said, stroking Fleamont's unruly mop of jet black hair. "I've never told you how much I love you."
"Really?" Fleamont asked tiredly. Henry nodded as Fleamont snuggled up to him.
"I can't believe." Henry said softly. "In this very room, twelve years ago, a tiny baby boy slept in here."
"Mm?" Fleamont said drowsily. "Tell me more!"
Fleamont snuggled up closer to Henry, letting his head drop onto his chest and letting Henry take his hand.
"You were tiny, no bigger than my hand. The Healers said you might not survive." Henry said softly. "But you did survive, thank Merlin."
"Really?" Fleamont asked instrestedly. Henry nodded.
"You never cried. You just lay there in your crib, staring at me with your huge blue eyes. You were and always one of the best things that happened to us." Henry said. Fleamont smiled and his eyelids fluttered.
"Just sleep mate." Henry said comfortingly.
Henry just continued to stroke Fleamont's hair in a comforting way. Soon enough, Henry's eyes began to drop too and before he could say another word, he was asleep.
Charlotte entered Fleamont's bedroom to see that Henry and Fleamont were curled up in Fleamont's bed, long limbs entwined and messy hair tousled, their cheeks flushed from sleep.
Charlotte's heart beat with pride as Henry put a protective arm around Fleamont, stroking his messy black hair.
"Harry. Harry. Wake up!" Charlotte said, shaking Henry's shoulder hard. Henry did not wake up but instead shifted and clutched Fleamont closer to his chest.
"Henry." Charlotte whispered softly. Henry woke up with a start. He looked around, a bit groggy.
" 'Lo Charlie." Henry muttered softly, kissing Fleamont on his forehead as he sat up.
"D'you fall asleep?" Charlotte asked. Henry nodded.
"Yeah." Henry said, yawning loudly. Charlotte chuckled softly.
"Come on, unless you don't want any dinner." Charlotte said teasingly. Henry shook his head.
"Are you feeling alright?" Charlotte asked.
"Yeah. I'm just tired." Henry said, getting off the bed and stretching, yawning loudly. Fleamont fidgeted in his sleep.
"It's alright mate." Henry said, pulling the blanket over Fleamont. "Just sleep mate."
"You're very protective of Monty." Charlotte said.
"I'm protective of all my children."
"How's Monty?" Edward, Daniel, Jack and Charlus Potter said almost as soon as Henry and Charlotte had stepped in the kitchen.
"He'll survive." Henry said softly, streching his arms. "He's asleep."
"Where have you been all day, Dad?" Jack asked curiously.
"Watching Monty, then I fell asleep." Henry said sheepishly. Jack smiled.
"Glad to hear you're watching over my twin." Jack said, suddenly giving Henry a huge hug. "It's my turn to see him next."
"Why?" Charlus asked.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Cause I'm Monty's twin and I've been the most worried about him. So shut your mouth, git."
"Jackson Samuel Potter!" Charlotte said. Jack laughed as he swiped a bowl of chicken soup and walked out of the room.
"See ya then, suckers!" Jack yelled. Charlotte struggled to keep a smile off her face.
"You're definitely your father's son!"
Jack walked into Fleamont's bedroom to see him sitting cross legged on his bed, seemingly absorbed in a book.
"Fleamont Harry Potter!" Jack gasped, setting the bowl of chicken soup on the bedside table.
"Yes Jack?" Fleamont said, smiling.
"You're- you're." Jack took a dramatic breath. "Reading!"
"I can read." Fleamont said, raising his eyebrows.
Suddenly Jack threw himself on Fleamont, sobbing his heart out.
"Don't ever scare me like that again!" Jack sobbed quietly. "Promise?"
Fleamont grinned.
"Promise, mate."
