Calm is Overrated

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

Warning: genderbent character (Harry)

She dipped her feet into the water and smiled, relishing in the calm around her.

Sofia was an amazing place, and she loved visiting whenever she got the chance. Dorea hadn't ever gotten the chance to travel when she was a child, and it was something she threw herself into as an adult now. Culture or distance didn't matter to her, she was determined to see as much of the world as possible before she died.

Not that she could travel as much being pregnant.

Dorea rested a hand on her stomach and rubbed gently, feeling the child within wiggle and stretch out. As much as it ached sometimes, she was thrilled at how obviously healthy the baby was. Her baby.

She'd never really thought that she'd get the chance to have a happy family when she was younger. The Dursleys certainly hadn't given her any hopes or dreams, and having Voldemort after her during her teens had well and truly crushed the idea of a family. Even after the war, what with people trying to tell her what to do, Dorea had started to wonder if she might have to marry some random man just for the sake of her Houses. What was her own happiness worth in the face of duty?

Then Viktor had appeared.

He and Hermione had been good friends for years, and even Ron had gotten over his jealousy – and slight man-crush that he still denied to this day, but she wasn't blind – to become genuine mates whenever the Bulgarian was in the UK. Dorea too had gotten along well with him, but there was always something going on with her life to interrupt.

The Seeker had taken one look at her sad state a year after the war and immediately dragged her on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Bulgaria, eventually stopping at Sofia. Bulgaria was … peaceful, in a way that Britain had never truly been. Not in the literal sense, but in the way that her appearance wasn't well-known in the Bulgarian magical alleys, or known at all by the non-magical people. She could do whatever she wanted without feeling as if she were constantly under a microscope.

It was probably how she'd even ended up married to Viktor. The two of them collectively had the means to travel and find their way into obscurity, avoiding the media together and learning about one another by themselves. She'd told Viktor about her childhood, about Sirius, about her past loves, everything. He'd told her about playing for his national team, about his hopes for the future, about his younger cousins who were practically his siblings.

Falling in love had never seemed so simple.

"You look very happy."

She smiled and leaned back into the muscled chest behind her, holding onto to the thick arms that were encircling her. Dorea loved sitting between Viktor's legs, just enjoying life as he ran his hands over her stomach. If there was one thing that she loved about being pregnant, it was witnessing the sheer awe and adoration of her husband every time he touched his growing child. It was humbling to watch, and it made her fall in love with him even more.

Dorea replied, grateful that her Bulgarian was finally as good as her husband's. "I am happy. Teddy and Andromeda are coming over for the birth next week. It'll be nice to see them again. It won't be long until he starts Hogwarts."

"Hmm … I'm sure he'll be fine. After all, he's got the world's best godmother, hasn't he?"

She laughed lightly, turning around to press a chaste kiss to Viktor's lips, holding his jaw gently with her hand. Dorea pulled back and grinned up at him. "Speaking of, we need to decide on godparents. I'm due in less than a month, you know."

Viktor snorted and buried his face in her dark curls. "I'm sure we'll be fine. We handled it every other time, didn't we?"

As if on cue, Dorea heard a delighted shriek from behind her, accompanied by high-pitched giggles that brought a smile to her face. Her husband's too, if the twitching lips in her hair were any indication.

"Mama! Papa!"

She leaned around Viktor and smiled at the sight of her children, laughing and screaming as they ran around each other in circles, trying to have a food fight with cake. It was messy, and somewhat disgusting, and the cake given to the children was a lost cause at this point, but Dorea wouldn't change anything in the world if it allowed her babies to be this happy.

Her oldest, bright and bold Sofiya Krum, was only four yet already more outgoing than both her parents put together. Her dark brown hair shone in the summer sunshine, chocolate eyes lit up with glee as she threw some mashed-up substance at her brother. (Dorea really didn't want to know.)

Little Altair Black, three and tiny and already looking like a miniature Sirius had an adorable pout on his chubby face as he looked at his sister, but silver eyes were glinting in a way that made Dorea dread what her son was going to be like as a teenager. (Saying that she was surprised when she'd given birth to a Black before a Potter was an understatement, but her son was too precious to regret in any way, sneaky side notwithstanding.)

Dorea didn't know how to explain it, but she was convinced there was going to a new Potter within the next month. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she didn't think so. Who knew?

Viktor leaned his chin on her shoulder. "Have you thought about names yet?"

"Of course I have," she replied airily, giggling at the reprimanding tickle she got. "Viktor!" she laughed. "You prat."

Chocolate eyes sparkled with mirth as he gazed down at her. "Sorry about that."

"No, you're not," she huffed. "Anyway, I had an idea. I was thinking 'Nikolai' for a boy, or 'Nikolina' for a girl. What do you think?"

Viktor blinked slowly. "I thought you wanted to use English names. House Potter is based in Britain, after all."

Dorea rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you're still their father." She smiled softly at the surprise on his face. "Why wouldn't I want to honour that?"

She was shocked by the intensity of his kiss, but she smiled into her husband, trying not to laugh at the disgusted sounds of her children as they watched their parents get lost in each other. It was adorable, how innocent they were.

Her family might not be as calm as the lake they were visiting, but Dorea wouldn't change them for anything.

A/N: Hello again!

I've long thought that fem Harry and Viktor would go well together. She wouldn't be a fangirl, he's unlikely to be someone enamored with her fame, and they'd be able to bond over Quidditch. Done. (And yes, I still believe that canon Ron had a crush on Viktor, and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. And Harry liked Cedric as well as Cho.)

Anyway, this was a request from Wednesday_addams_Potter on AO3 ages ago. I know it's literally been nearly two years, but I did eventually get around to it. I'll count that as a win for my own mental state.

In case anyone is wondering, their children are Sofiya Galena Lily Krum, Altair Viktor Sirius Black, and Nikolai James Ivan Potter. My thinking is that they decided if they couldn't settle on one middle name, then why not go with two? Galena is Viktor's mother, and Ivan is his father. Even better, Ivan can be a translation for John, which just so happens to be Remus' middle name. Two birds with one stone, and all that.

Until next time!