Title: Philoprogenitiveness

Author: brissygirl

Rating: R this chapter, probably NC17 overall.

Beta: bk7brokemybrain

Warnings: mpreg, angst, fluff, coarse language, frotting, voyeurism, non-graphic sex

Summary: Harry and his husbands receive some unexpected news, after Harry falls from his broom.

A/N: Chapter one was written for lj user="magic_helmet"'s birthday. Her prompt was biPhiloprogenitiveness/i/b, for an explanation of the words meaning, see chapter one. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this written and finally updated, writer's block is a bitch! I'm trying to move the story along a bit with this chapter. Thanks to Lil Joker and everyone else for their suggestions of morning sickness remedies. Enjoy everyone!

A/N2: Sincerest apologies for making you wait for long for an update! My life has been pretty crappy the last few months and I haven't found any motivation to write. This has not been beta'd as much as normal because I have taken long enough to update this story as it is. If it doesn't make a lot of sense, let me know and I will edit it again to fix it. Enjoy, this hasn't been posted on my journal yet, so you should feel privileged! ;P

Chapter Summary: Harry's awake and everyone gets some answers.

Philoprogenitiveness

When Harry regained consciousness that stressful afternoon of the brunch, he found Teddy lying next to him; Hermione and Poppy were at the foot of the bed, speaking in low tones. His ears were ringing within seconds of his godson's excited squeal of, "Uncle Harry! You're awake!"

The sound of Charlie's dragonhide boots thundering up the wooden stairs echoed through the master bedroom seconds before Charlie burst through the door, immediately followed by Severus.

Harry beamed at his husbands and watched the stress and worry visibly melt off both his bond-mates, at seeing him awake and alert.

Teddy wriggled off the bed to make room for his Uncles.

"Harry," Charlie sighed. "Thank Merlin you're okay." He kissed his husband on the lips as he took Teddy's place on the bed. Severus murmured, "You're going to be the death of me. Don't scare us like that again, brat."

"I'm sorry I scared everyone," Harry said.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Fine, just a little queasy… I think my morning sickness is coming back." His best friend shared a concerned look with the other adults in the room and Harry knew he was missing something. "Teddy, why don't you go down and see what the other kids are up to and ask your grandmother if you can stay here tonight? We didn't get to do any of the fun things I had planned."

Teddy's eyes lit up.

"Harry, I don't think that's a very good idea. You lost consciousness," Severus said.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. We'll hang out, watch some TV, maybe even teach you how to play chess," Harry teased.

"We'll see about that."

Teddy giggled, hugged his uncles and left.

"I don't like that look. Something's going on. Spill," Harry challenged.

"Harry, you passed out in the middle of brunch, after you threw up all over the table for no apparent reason. Of course something is bothering us," Hermione said, her words running together slightly in her concern.

"Can you tell us anything about what you experienced, Harry?" Poppy asked.

"I don't really know what happened. All of a sudden I felt really emotional and nauseous, and then everything went black." Harry winced as he was hit with a powerful surge of fear.

"Harry—what's wrong?"

Silence

"You're scaring us love. What's going on?"

Charlie and Severus shared a panicked look, worry for their bond-mate etched on every inch their faces.

"Gentlemen, you need to calm down. You're making Harry's condition worse. Why don't you step outside, collect yourselves and come back when you're calmer," said Poppy, suspecting what was happening.

Severus moved swiftly around the bed, to Charlie and pulled him up and out of the room before he could protest that he wouldn't leave their husband. When the two men were outside the master bedroom, Charlie levelled an icy glare at Severus. "Listen to me, please. One of the twins is an empath, we need to stay as calm as possible around Harry. We can't afford him to lose consciousness again."

Charlie gave a terse nod. "I'll try—for Harry and our unborn children." Severus kissed his forehead saying, "That's my Lizard Boy." before going back into the room.

Harry was alert again when his husbands returned. He was still confused about what was going on, and wondered why Severus and Charlie had left the room.

"How are you feeling love?" Severus asked, running his hand over the side of Harry's face, in a show of affection and checking for fever or a cold sweat. He found nothing out of the ordinary. Charlie had climbed back onto the bed next to Harry.

"Weird. I feel really scared for some reason," Harry said. "What's going on? Why does everyone look so worried?"

He thought about what everyone had said before and what he'd 'dreamt' about while he was unconscious. The feelings and emotions that were crashing over him—and still were; Charlie cornered by an angry dragon with no means of escape; Severus heavily pregnant with his beautiful ebony locks streaked with grey. Teddy running through a field with two children Harry didn't recognise except for the scruffy heads of hair; that instinctively told him they were his children.

The overwhelming darkness that intensified the fear he was feeling. How it felt like the emotional rollercoaster he was on was not only inside but outside his body as well. It was starting to dawn on him that either he was starting to come into new magical powers or the twins he was carrying were powerful enough to be projecting their abilities through him, in utero.

How could that be possible? How could my month old unborn twins be that powerful? What would happen when the rest of the Wizarding World found out? Would they be shunned? Persecuted? Thought of as dark and dangerous?

"You've gone quiet again, is everything alright?" Charlie asked, Harry.

"I'm starting to remember things from before I woke up. I think everyone is going to need to sit down. There's a lot I need to tell you and then we need to discuss what we will do from there as a family. In fact, Charlie, can you take me downstairs to see the rest of the family? I don't want to have to repeat myself and they will have a hell of a lot of questions."

"Harry, what's going on? You're being very cryptic," Charlie said, as he lifted his husband into his arms to carry him downstairs.

"We have extremely powerful children. I think we're having a Seer and an Empath."

Everyone in the room gasped and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence as the information sunk in. Severus was the only one brave enough to ask, "You're carrying a Seer as well? Teddy only told us about the empathic magic he could feel."

"So… that's why… I could hear him whispering to the babies not to be scared," Harry whispered, lost in thought.

"Probably…. Come on; let's get you downstairs so you can tell everyone what happened," Charlie started walking and Poppy, Severus and Hermione followed them down to the living room, where the rest of the Weasley clan along with Andromeda and Teddy waited anxiously for news.

When the family saw Charlie carrying Harry, they began throwing panicked questions at them. Asking if Harry was alright, why he was being carried, did he hit his head when he fell? Charlie ignored everyone's questions getting Harry settled on the couch, while Severus told everyone in no uncertain terms that if they didn't calm down they would be asked to leave. He reminded them that twins and as a result Harry were affected strongly by their emotions.

Once everyone had calmed down and Harry had been given a glass of water and some dry crackers—since he'd lost everything else he'd eaten that day. Charlie settled himself on the floor near his husband's head, Severus at the other end of the couch with Harry's feet in his lap. Harry then spent the next several hours explaining to the best of his ability—with some help from Poppy and his husbands—what had happened. He also explained what he experienced while he was unconscious and how it was Teddy's whispered words to his unborn children that allowed him to regain consciousness.

He explained about the 'dreams' he'd had, and how he suspected that one of the twins was a Seer. When exhaustion settled over him, many hours and questions after he'd first begun recounting what had happened, Harry was scooped off the couch by Charlie and carried back up to bed. Poppy advised Severus that if Harry woke, he should be given a light meal in case his stomach was still tender from the emotional turmoil he'd experienced that day.

Monday morning saw Kingsley stopping by on his way to the Ministry to check on Harry. Charlie had been so busy trying to organise Bill taking over at the reserve the previous week that he hadn't had a chance to tell Kingsley that Harry was fine and that they were going to be parents. He'd also neglected to tell his husband's that he'd run into him on his way back from Romania.

Kingsley offered hearty congratulations all around, and Harry invited him to dinner the next night. He accepted and said he would bring his wife and Harry's favourite choc-caramel fudge.

In the two months after the fateful brunch, Poppy checked on Harry and the twins daily. Severus' research into nerve damage bore fruit; he perfected the potion recipe, and had Harry start taking the potion immediately. He also informed his youngest husband that he wasn't allowed anywhere near the potions lab, and that the enchantments had been changed to keep him out. Severus would not risk the health of his husband or unborn children by allowing them near harmful potion fumes.

Charlie wasn't working at the reserve and decided to build all the furniture for the nursery. So far he'd built three chests of drawers and started a cot. He had plans to make a change table, a large and small cupboard—for extra storage, and a rocking chair for Harry.

Harry still suffered from severe morning sickness, and whenever one of the twins threw a vision or a strong emotion at him, it would make it worse. Most days, Harry either spent the day confined to bed or outside on a folding Muggle pool lounge, watching Charlie work on the nursery furniture and reading.

Because Harry suffered from morning sickness so violently, the three men had all been doing a lot of reading on what to expect during pregnancy. Poppy had supplied them with books on Muggle and Wizard pregnancies. Some of the things they came across were interesting and informative or sounded downright ridiculous. The discussions that came up when they found morning sickness remedies piqued the interest of them all. Severus' anti-nausea potion worked well, but sometimes it made Harry feel worse because of the vile taste. The books helped them research other methods to help control his morning sickness.

At first they read Wizarding pregnancy books, which suggested using potions, ginger root tea and small meals of bland foods. Another book they found had something called 'Preggie Pops—an all natural way to ease morning sickness, helps alleviate a dry mouth and gives a quick energy boost.' Harry liked the sound of those because he could have them with him while he watched Charlie work, or on the rare occasion that he left the Manor to run errands.

They also found aroma therapy remedies: 'Happy Mamma Spray—aromatherapy to ease morning sickness made with only pure essential oils and flower essences. It's virtual bliss in a bottle.' 'QueaseEASE Essential Oil Therapy—when an overall sense of queasiness occurs, take a few deep breaths for an instant feeling of comfort.' Some of the smells turned Harry's stomach, but others worked well as backups to Severus' potion.

Harry wasn't allowed to do anything strenuous. If he became stressed or overexerted himself he would become dizzy or faint.

The days and weeks that followed that emotionally exhausting weekend were mostly calm, with only the occasional hiccup. Some how the press had found out about Harry's pregnancy and were clamouring to sink their teeth into the story of The Boy Who Lived is pregnant! When Severus saw the headline he was furious and threatened legal action against any news publication that ran the story, because they were intending to give exclusive information to Xenophilus Lovegood at the Quibbler and another to the editor of Witch Weekly Lavender Brown, as Harry felt they were the only two tabloids he could trust to print the truth.

Harry, Severus and Charlie had started a charity several years ago called 'The War Orphans Trust', to ensure that the families of those killed during the war would be taken care of. Harry was the chairman, and since he'd found out he was pregnant had had to cut back the time he spent at his office, opting to stay at home. Andromeda and Molly both helped run the charity, often teaching at the orphanages the charity assisted. The younger children learnt some basic charms that would help them when they eventually went to Hogwarts.

Charlie and Severus had started taking over most of the financial paperwork that Harry needed to do for the charity, to ensure their pregnant bond-mate kept his anxiety as low as possible. The twins were still causing some concern for their fathers, as Harry would often suddenly grow quiet and cause his husbands to fly into a panic. Sometimes however it couldn't be avoided and Harry ended up in meetings with people, these unfortunately usually descended into arguments about one thing or another.

Severus or Charlie were always present at the meetings. Occasionally Molly or Andromeda would help mediate, as nobody wanted Harry stressed or his magic to get out of control. After the announcement of Harry's pregnancy, these meetings tended to take a condescending tone, the business men and women that the charity dealt with on a regular basis at first congratulated the fathers to be, and in the same breath proceeded to ignore Harry or tell him to 'Think of your baby, my boy. Do not worry yourself unnecessarily.' This irritated Harry beyond measure and would cause the meetings to end abruptly.

One such occasion was when businessman William Langoustine, noticed Harry had been unusually quiet during a meeting about sponsoring a weekend away for some of the older children of the orphanages the charity ran. Charlie and Severus were both present at this particular meeting and were concerned with Harry's disquieting behaviour, but tried not to draw attention to their concern. Langoustine, had never been known for tact and pounced on Harry's behaviour, "Mr. Potter, is everything alright? You're looking a little peaky. Perhaps you should go have a rest while I discuss the issues at hand with your husbands?"

"That won't be necessary Mr Langoustine. Harry is quite capable of continuing, it's probably just morning sickness. Now about your contribution to the weekend away for the children…"

But Langoustine wasn't to be deterred. He kept trying to get Harry's attention, even going so far as to put a hand on his knee and give it a little shake. What happened next wasn't expected by anyone. Harry's magic began to crackle around the room and gave Langoustine a sharp jolt when he touched him.

"What the devil?" Langoustine cried. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Severus, I think he's having a vision. We need to end the meeting and get Poppy." Charlie whispered as softly as he could. His attempt was futile however when Langoustine heard him anyway. "What do you mean 'he's having a vision'? Harry Potter doesn't have Seer blood. I demand to know what's going on here! There's something you're not telling me, insist you tell me what it is this instant or I'm sure the Prophet would be delighted to have a story about how Harry Potter is carrying Demon Spawn!"

Harry's erratic magic got worse after that outburst. It swirled around the room, causing windows to crack and shatter, papers to fly everywhere, the draws on the filing cabinets to randomly open and close at will, and a strange almost possessed look came over him before he screamed, "GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE! HOW DARE YOU CALL MY CHILDREN DEMON SPAWN!"

"Mr. Langoustine, thank you for your support of our orphanages, we won't be doing any further business with you after today. However, you need to leave, before we forcibly remove you from our home." Severus spoke in a calm but deadly manner that meant you could very well find yourself at of the business end of his wand.

Langoustine scurried about the room trying to grab flying papers and stuff them in his briefcase. Charlie and Severus were having none of that. Severus drew his wand and cast a spell that threw the businessman quite unceremoniously on his arse outside the Manor wards unable to return, leaving behind his briefcase—they'd send it by owl in a few days time after they'd checked what papers he'd grabbed—Severus then left to firecall Poppy.

"Harry?" Charlie tried getting his attention. "Love he's gone, Severus threw him out. Poppy is on her way, so let's get you settled upstairs. That can't have been good for you or the twins."

Harry was trying desperately to calm down, but it was extremely difficult when he wanted to eviscerate Langoustine. Charlie helped him out of his chair—since it was becoming difficult because of his growing pregnant belly—and they walked through the Manor and upstairs to their bedroom. Harry lay down on the massive bed, but wouldn't let go of Charlie's hand.

"It's alright love, I'm not going anywhere." He climbed onto the bed next to Harry, holding him close while they waited for Severus and Poppy.

Harry relaxed infinitesimally, but his mind was still whirling over his children being called iDemon Spawn/i. He couldn't believe the gaul of the man, insulting Harry, his husbands and their unborn children in their own home of all places. It was inconceivable.

Poppy had arrived and hurried into the master bedroom then, followed shortly after by Severus, who sat on Harry's other side on the bed and held his free hand.

"How are you feeling Harry? Severus explained to me what happened, and frankly I'm not surprised that your magic became erratic. Now, let me examine you and the babies, then you can tell me about the vision you had, okay?"

"I feel angry more than anything. As for the vision, it was quite pleasant actually; I was teaching Teddy how to fly, but then he decided to try a dive and almost didn't pull out of it in time. That was when Langoustine first got shocked," Harry said.

"Everything seems to be fine. The babies aren't stressed; your hormone levels are good. Try to take it easy for the rest of the day Harry, maybe spend some time with Teddy he always cheers you up. Severus, Charlie, I expect you to keep him calm. I'll be back in the morning to check on you Harry."

"Thank you, Poppy, we really appreciate it," Severus said, quietly.

"Don't mention it, Severus," with a nod of her head and a soft, "Gentlemen." Poppy left to return to Hogwarts.

The three bond-mates lay in comfortable silence for a while after Poppy left. Severus was sitting and leaning back against the headboard reading; Charlie had taken his long sleeve button down shirt off and was content to lie next to Harry, with his arms wrapped around him. But Harry was still on edge, he couldn't get those vile words out of his head. He wanted to forget about it, forget who said it and why, most of all he wished he could start the day over again. Then the meeting would never have happened, his magic wouldn't have gone wild and he wouldn't have had to listen to his unborn children being slandered so venomously.

Harry snuggled closer into Charlie's side, inhaling the scent that was so pure and distinctly him—trying to chase away the horrible thoughts conjured by that morning's disastrous meeting—and resting his head on his husband's chest and kissed it reverently. He kissed Charlie's freckled and scarred chest again and again, kisses turned into licks and nips, as Harry awkwardly tried to work around his pregnant belly, moving slowly further down his husband's body.

"I don't think that's a very good idea Harry," Severus said, gently chastising his young husband.

"I don't care… need to forget…"

"As much as I enjoy you kissing your way down my body, love. You need to tell us what's going on. What do you 'need to forget'?" Charlie asked.

Severus closed his book and laid it on the bedside table, wondering the same thing himself.

"I need to forget the vile things ihe/i said this morning. I don't want to think about it anymore. I just want to feel."

Severus and Charlie shared a mutually tender, frustrated and hungry look. They knew Harry well enough that when he was like this there was no point arguing with him.

"Please, make me forget," Harry pleaded.

Severus stood and removed his clothes laying them neatly on a chair that looked out over their extensive estate and surrounding forest. He returned to the bed and assisted Harry with his clothes, while Charlie shucked his trousers and climbed back on the bed.

"Harry, you will lie back and enjoy this, let us do all the work. Forget about what happened during the meeting, just relax and let us help you," Severus instructed his husband.

Charlie didn't give Harry a chance to reply. He claimed his husband's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering the willing mouth beneath. Severus placed kisses on Harry's tender nipples, causing him to gasp then kissed the pregnant belly where their unborn children grew.

The teasing touches and tender kisses lasted until Harry couldn't take anymore, and he grabbed his husband's hands and put them where he desperately needed them; on his cock and rim, stroking and fingering him to screaming completion.

After Harry had slumped onto the mattress in a boneless heap his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face. Severus and Charlie took care of their own insatiable need for each other and they too fell back on the bed and curled around Harry, happy and sated.

TBC

I still need suggestions on what the twins can call their fathers when they're born. Someone once suggested 'Tati' which is Romanian for Dad/Father and would be perfect for Charlie, but what about Harry and Severus. What should they be called, give me some suggestions and help put the fire back in my muse. Also, please remember to comment and let me know what you thought of this chapter and the story so far, the more inspired you make me the quicker I will get the next chapters written and posted. :)