Future Potter-Prince's
Chapter 3: Dream from the Future
Harry opened his eyes groggily to find himself in an almost dark room. The only light was coming from a few candles on the walls. He was laying on a thin, itchy mattress.
And he was hurt.
His whole body ached, and burned, and… hurt.
He tried to sit up but realised that there was something making it difficult for him to do so. He looked down and was shocked to see his stomach round, and somewhat large.
He sat up, with difficulty, holding his bump with one hand, looking at it in awe. Although a deep sense of fear filled him also.
He was in pain.
He was alone.
The room was dark.
The mattress wasn't soft.
He rubbed his belly as he felt a gentle kick from within, and couldn't stop the sad smile from tugging at his lips.
His baby was okay.
His baby was alive.
The door crashed open and he jumped, squinting at the suddenly bright light seeping into the room, as he looked and saw…
Hermione and Ginny.
They were standing there, grinning at him evilly.
"We see that the little monster is still in you," Ginny growled.
"My baby isn't a monster," Harry snarled back.
"No, it won't be for much longer. We're tired of playing with you and waiting for something to happen. We know one way to destroy everything for you, Harry. And we are too tired to wait any longer," Hermione grinned in a way that Harry had never seen her do so before. It scared him and he tried to curl in a ball.
His magic was warring on the surface under his skin but it wouldn't work. No matter how hard he tried to let it out so he could escape. Nothing would work.
He tried, desperately, to protect his baby.
But it was too late.
"Crucio," Ginny cried out, wand pointed at him.
He tried not to scream as the gut wrenching, excruciating pain stabbed through his body, but he couldn't hold it in as it dragged on, and on.
The longer it dragged on, though, the more his magic battled, the more it grew, the more it fought. His anger, his pain, his determination to get the hell out of there urged it on.
And it burst out in a large wave, ending the torture, crashing the two he used to call friends into the wall opposite the door, sickening cracks were heard, and the wards hiding him from his husband fell.
He was shaking.
His stomach felt heavy.
He hurt more than he ever had before.
He felt a trickle of a thick, warm liquid leaking out from the canal that was beginning to open, and pain clenching his womb.
And he felt his baby's magic starting to lessen.
Agony clenched his heart and soul and he cried.
He scrambled to his feet slowly, he had to get out of there. He had to escape. He had to get his baby to someone who could help. His husband.
He kept one hand under his stomach and one hand on the wall as he made his slow escape from the room.
He was in Grimmauld Place.
"Harry!" he heard his husband's desperate shout from downstairs.
"Sev!" he cried as a contraction tore through his stomach and he stopped moving, leaning against the wall as he sobbed.
He heard his husband's feet rushing up the stairs towards him and he breathed deeply, shakily. His tears obscured his vision as his husband finally came into view and stopped at the sight of him.
"Harry," he whispered, moving closer to him slowly, but then in a rush as Harry cried out in pain, another contraction engulfing him and sending him to his knees.
He was in Severus' arms.
It was happening too quickly.
It hurt too much.
There was too much blood.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, his voice wavering as he breathed deeply.
"No. Harry, you have nothing to be sorry for," Severus said, his voice cracking.
Harry knew Severus could feel it, too.
That he could feel their baby dying.
Their baby girl.
Their innocent baby girl.
"We need to get you somewhere safe," Severus said gently.
Harry could feel his shaking calm the more time he spent in Severus' arms, but he was pretty sure he couldn't move.
He was numb, apart from the pain in his stomach.
And the pain in his heart and soul as he felt his baby dying inside him.
He sobbed, and groaned through another contraction, Severus rubbed his lower back, and held him. He could feel tears landing in his hair, but he didn't care.
"I can't move," Harry whispered when that pain was over.
He didn't want to be here another second, but he couldn't move.
He was too numb.
And yet in too much pain.
He felt a tug at his navel and knew from the minute his knees landed on something soft, and from the smell of their bedroom, that Severus had used his emergency portkey to take them to their room in the Headmaster's quarters.
He didn't move out of Severus' arms though.
He couldn't.
Mentally or physically.
He cried out again as another contraction came, worse than the last as a gush of extra fluid left him that made everything all the more real and excruciating.
"No, no, no, no, no," he muttered when it was over.
Why was it going so fast?
Why?
Why?
Why?
His baby couldn't die.
She didn't deserve it.
Did he deserve it?
Sobs tore from his throat and he heard people talking in the living room, they had heard him, they wanted in. But Sev's magic washed over the room and they couldn't get in.
He blanked them out as he felt his baby's magic dim more and he wanted to scream.
This couldn't be happening.
His baby couldn't die.
Why did he let his baby die?
Why did he let himself be hurt by them?
Why wouldn't his bloody magic work until it was too late?
Why?
He needed to push, and he hated it.
He loathed it even.
He didn't.
He refused.
His baby couldn't be born yet.
It was too soon.
Too fast.
"Harry, you need to push," Severus said, gently, his voice cracking, and he wanted to hit him.
He had never hit his husband, but he wanted to at that moment because of those bloody words.
He couldn't push. Because if he did his baby would come before her time. His baby would be here. His baby would be…
No.
He couldn't.
He shook his head.
"No. I can't," Harry said urgently, begging, praying for something, anything to make this all stop.
Severus pulled back slightly, only enough for Harry to be able to see his glistening, dark eyes, and red cheeks, and he hated that he had done this to his husband. That this usually strong man was crying because of him. He had cried at their bonding, and when their other babies were born, true, but not because of something this bad. This horrible.
This torturous.
Something that was Harry's fault.
"Harry, you need to push," Severus said again, still gently, voice wavering.
He really did. The pain was too much. The pressure.
He could feel his little girl ready to be born.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't do it.
It wasn't her time.
"No," he said, shaking his head desperately, "Please, no,"
"Harry, I know you don't want to. I know… I know this is difficult. The most difficult thing in the world, really. I do. I know that. But please, push for me. As much as it pains me to say it, Harry, you can't keep her in there," Severus kissed his sweaty forehead with trembling lips.
"Please," he begged.
But it was no use.
As soon as the next contraction hit he could feel her moving lower as his body pushed against his will. He screamed as agony tore through him on every level.
He felt the last of her magic flutter away just as her head slipped out of him.
And it felt like his entire world had caved in.
The guttural scream he emitted as the rest of her slipped into his waiting hands and he lifted her tiny, lifeless body to his bare chest was the worst sound he had ever heard.
But he didn't care.
His baby was dead.
The girls he used to love as sisters killed his baby.
She was so perfect.
She was so tiny.
And she was gone.
Severus was holding them, his forehead resting on Severus' shoulder as he looked down at their baby girl.
He felt so numb that he could no longer hear their cries, but he knew they were crying. He could feel it.
Just as he could feel their magic roaring through the air around them.
Strong.
Stronger than it has ever been.
The strands intertwined with each other as the coldness of it rustled their hair and bedsheets.
But none of it mattered.
Their precious little girl was gone and everything felt hollow.
Harry felt lost.
He felt numb.
He felt empty.
He felt everything, all the pain that he had ever felt plus some.
But at the same time he didn't.
Their magics calmed and shrunk into a little ball of light about their baby's tiny chest and they both watched in dread and anticipation, pain of the worst kind echoing through their bonds.
Then they watched as that little ball of light and magic slowly disappeared into their baby, right where her heart was.
And then she took a deep, shaky breath, and started to cry.
Harry jolted awake, ignoring the pain in his body, heart and mind as he looked around Severus' bedroom to find Severus sitting next to him, looking at him worriedly, the kids were also on the bed, looking at him with concerned, loving eyes that tore into Harry even more.
Especially as he looked at his little Remi.
His baby girl.
"Harry, what happened? Are you okay? What do you need?" Severus asked, concern dripping in his voice.
Harry just shook his head, a sob tearing from his throat as he re-lived his dream over and over again. Though he wasn't entirely sure that it was a dream. It felt so real. He was still feeling the pain of giving birth.
"Kids, why don't you go and sit in the living room-"
"No," Harry cut him off, needing them close. Especially Remi.
"Mummy," Remi said and it broke Harry's heart more, especially as she crawled over to him.
He didn't stop himself from pulling her into his arms and close to his chest. He needed her close. He didn't want to ever let her go. He cried into her hair but she didn't seem to mind. She seemed content to just be in his arms, and he was content to just hold her and cry.
"Harry, what happened?" Severus asked again, growing more worried by the second.
Harry had never had someone be truly concerned about him before, and despite everything he had just lived through, because it certainly wasn't a dream, his heart and stomach fluttered just a little.
"I…" Harry didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say?
How was he supposed to explain what he had just seen? That he had just seen their baby be born sleeping? That he had felt every second of it? That he was still feeling it?
His stomach cramped and he cried again, curling in on himself and Remi.
He heard the door open and shut gently, but couldn't truly pay attention to anything other than the girl in his arms.
His baby.
"Harry, the other three are in the living room. You can tell me what you saw," Severus said gently, pulling Harry and Remi into his arms and holding them in a way rather similar to the way he had held them in his memory.
It just made him cry harder.
Why did it hurt so much?
Remi was here with him.
She was alive.
But there was a moment, a minute, where she wasn't.
She was dead.
For a minute.
"I-it was Hermione, and Ginny," Harry muttered so quietly that he was afraid Severus hadn't heard it.
He did though, if the hand that was rubbing circles gently into his lower back stopping in it's movements was anything to go by.
"What?" Severus asked, perplexed.
"They were the ones who hurt me, a-and…" he hiccoughed.
Severus' arms tightened around him as he cried a bit harder, "You saw… you saw Remi's birth?" Severus whispered.
"Felt it, too," Harry muttered, "Still do,"
Severus let out a shaky breath as he held the two of them close, "Do you need anything?"
"Can you bring the kids back in? I need them close,"
Soon the other three had joined them on the bed and they were all cuddled together as Harry cried, and tried to get himself back under control.
"It's okay, mummy," Remi said, "I'm here,"
And Harry couldn't help but choke out a laugh through his tears.
"I know, baby. Mummy is just sad at the moment, and needs his babies close to him. Is that okay?" Harry choked out, hiccoughing occasionally.
"Always, mummy. We will always be close,"
"Always," the other three chimed in happily.
It both tore and healed Harry's heart. Just a little bit. But enough for him to begin to truly get his emotions under some level of control.
"Always," he whispered as he kissed Remi's forehead and squeezed her gently, then kissed the cheeks of the other three.
"Always," Severus said, a small, sad smile on his face.
Harry looked at him properly and was shocked to see that some tears had leaked out his eyes, too, though not really. It both thrilled and hurt Harry that this man cared about them enough to cry for him, for their baby. No one had ever cared enough for him before.
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