Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything Potter belongs to J.K.R. This is Mpreg and it has spoilers for GoF and is AU from the end of GoF.
Harry shifted Cho slightly so that his wand arm was under her knees and lifted her in his arms. He pointed his wand at Wormtail from under her knees.
"Wingardium leviosa." He muttered, and Wormtail lifted into the air. Harry started walking towards Hagrid's hut which was much closer than the castle. He found himself struggling as he closed the distance to Hagrid's. His adrenaline rush was wearing off and supporting Cho's weight while trying to maintain the levitation spell was quickly taking its toll. He stopped a few feet from Hagrid's door when he heard Fang barking inside, announcing his presence. He jerked his wand hand up as he dropped to his knees. Wormtail went crashing to the ground, but Cho was secure in Harry's arms. Hagrid's door flew open and he lumbered down the steps to Harry.
"Blimey Harry! What's 'appened?" He asked as he took in Cho's limp and bloodied form and Wormtail's bound one.
"He's killed her." Harry said in a hollow voice. He looked up at Hagrid. "It's Peter Petegrew. We need Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid went down on one knee in front of Harry and gently brushed Cho's hair back from her face.
"Le' me take 'er Harry." He said quietly. He gently began to ease Cho's body from Harry's arms. Harry tightened his hold for a second. "It's alright Harry." Hagrid took the girl into his own arms, stood, and headed back to his house. He came back out a few moments later, helped Harry to his feet and stomped over to Petegrew. He grabbed the little man up by the scruff of his neck and took him to into the house. Harry slowly followed him. He looked around when he entered the house. Wormtail had been dumped unceremoniously onto the hearth rug, while Cho had been carefully laid out on Hagrid's bed. Hagrid was already involved in a conversation via a floo connection. It was strange to see someone standing with their head in a fire. Harry leaned against the edge of Hagrid's bed and slowly let his feet slide out from under him until he was sitting on the floor. He pulled his knees up and hugged them while resting his forehead on them. Despite his fighting against them, Harry felt hot tears build up and start tracing down his face as he started shaking uncontrollably. His next breath came out in a sob. Hagrid was by his side almost instantly.
"It's alright Harry." He said as he gently rested his hand on the young man's back. "Dumbledore's on 'is way. It'll be alright." Harry felt his shaking worsen and his breathing started to come in panicky gasps. He felt his stomach start to roil. He turned away from Hagrid just in time to retch all over the floor. His breathing was becoming shallower and he started to feel light head, just as he heard the whoosh of someone arriving through the floo network.
Professor Dumbledore hurried over and knelt next to Harry, quietly banishing the mess he had made on the floor. As he looked at the professor, Harry had a few seconds to note the blurred edges to his vision before he passed out.
When he next awoke, it was to confusion. He was in a soft bed, covered with blankets and from the dusky light shining through the window; it seemed that a few hours had passed since his last conscious thought. He quickly collected his thoughts and experienced a jolt of remorse when he remembered what had happened earlier that day. A quick glance around confirmed, even with out his glasses, that he was in the infirmary. Just as he sat up and began to reach for his glasses on the bed-side table, Madame Pomfrey came bustling out of her office.
"Well, Potter, I'm glad to see you awake." She said with a kindly smile as she stopped by his bed side.
"What happened?" He asked. "I remember going into Hagrid's and Professor Dumbledore coming." He looked at her questioningly. "And then I was waking up here." She gave him a small sympathetic smile.
"You hyperventilated and passed out." She said as she took a seat next to his bed. "Hagrid carried you up here while Professor Dumbledore dealt Mr. Petegrew." Harry sat up straight.
"Where is he?" He asked. "He can't get away again. Not this time. He killed Cho." Harry's voice rose as spoke and he felt a rage building inside of him. Madame Pomfrey placed a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Calm your self Potter or I'll be force to give you a calming potion." She told him. "Petegrew is already in Azkaban. You've been out for about 4 hours. Professor Dumbledore contacted the ministry as soon as he himself made sure that Peter wasn't going anywhere. They came and collected him about two hours ago. He's to be held in their highest security ward until his trial. He won't be going anywhere. They've even placed wards on his cell that makes it impossible for him to transform into his animagus form."
"And Cho?" Harry asked, though he didn't need to hear that she was gone. She had died in his arms. The Medi-witch sighed and shook her head.
"She's gone. There was nothing I could have done for her, even if she had gotten here immediately after the injury. The damage to her heart was quiet extensive. Her parents have been contacted." Harry nodded his head and then looked up at her.
"Did her parents know about the baby?" The witch looked at him in shock before shaking her head.
"I don't think so. She had only just found out a few weeks ago herself. As far as I know, she had still been trying to work up the courage to tell Cedric when he died. I guess it doesn't really matter now." She looked at him questioningly. "But, how did you know Harry? Surely she didn't tell you before telling her own parents?" Harry shook his head.
"She told me before she died." He said. He looked at her imploringly. "I think she may have given me the baby." Her mouth dropped open in shock as he said this. She quickly regained herself.
"What makes you say that Harry? What happened?" She watched as he brought his hand up to touch his stomach.
"She knew she was dying. She could hardly breathe. She pointed her wand at me and said a spell. It sounded old. Latin, I think. Then she put my hand on her stomach and she touched mine while she said another spell. A little ball of light came out of her and then moved into me. She must have told Cedric about the baby, because she said that they loved her and made me promise to tell her that." He was unconsciously stroking his thumb over his stomach as he spoke. The same way that Cho had. He looked up at the matron. "Can you tell?" He asked her. "Can you tell if the baby is there and if it's alright?" His eyes teared as he asked her. He desperately hoped that her spell had worked. That the baby was alright. He couldn't bear the thought that it might have failed. The witch nodded slightly.
"I can search for its heartbeat. It's a simple spell. If the baby is alive the spell will find its heart beat and amplify it so that we can hear it." She stood and retrieved her wand from her apron pocket. "Lie down for me Potter." Harry laid back down and watched her. "Ready?" She asked him. He nodded and closed his eyes, praying that Cho's spells had worked. "Audire cor pulsare a proles." She said as she pointed her wand at him. For a few horrible moments there was only silence, but it was quickly chased away by a loud and steady 'whoosh whoosh' sound. Harry opened his eyes and looked at the matron. She smiled and nodded to him. "The baby's alright Harry. It's got a steady, strong heart beat." He covered his face with his hands and cried in relief.
After a few moments he felt a soft touch on his shoulder and looked up to see Madame Pomfrey offering him a lace edged handkerchief. He took it with mumbled thanks and began mopping up his face.
"I'm going to need to examine you to figure out how to proceed from here Harry." She said as she sat on the edge of his bed. "I think I can safely assume that you want to try and continue the pregnancy?" She said with a questioning tone. Harry nodded, not yet trusting his voice enough to speak. "Are you quiet sure Harry? You're only fourteen, and this isn't exactly something that your body was meant to do. It may be difficult for you." Harry nodded his head again.
"I'm sure. I don't care how hard it might get. This baby is all that's left of their family. I promised I would take care of her and I'm going to do everything I can to keep that promise." He heaved a big sigh and blew his nose before looking back up at Madame Pomfrey. "What do we do next?" He asked.
"Well, your clothes had blood all over them when you came in, so I automatically put you into an infirmary gown," Harry quickly glanced down surprised that he hadn't noticed that little fact. "But in order to do a prenatal exam I'll need you bare from the waist down and the gown turned around so that it opens in the front." Harry began to blush furiously. "But obviously we don't want to do this exam out on the open floor." She stood up and pulled back Harry's blankets. "Let's move this back to one of the private rooms. I'll help you up, but go slowly. I don't want you getting dizzy and falling." She grasped one of his upper arms and helped him get slowly to his feet. "Alright?" She asked once he was fully standing.
"Yeah, I think so. I don't feel dizzy or light headed or anything." She nodded and started to lead him back to the private cubicles that were closer to her office. Once they got inside one of the rooms she left go of his arm and went over to a small cabinet situated next to the bed. She pulled out a folded sheet and laid it on the bed.
"You can cover up with the sheet. Just push the little red button on the night stand when you're ready." Harry nodded as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Harry heaved another sigh. Would he ever have a normal life? He looked down at his stomach and smiled a sad smile.
"I don't blame you though." He said quietly as he touched the flat surface. "I'm glad you're alright." He reached up and un-did the tie that was holding the gown closed at the back of his neck. He quickly shrugged out of it and flipped it around, putting it on the other way, open down the front. He retied the strings at his neck and noticed that there were two more sets of ties down the length of the gown which fell to just above his knees.
He tied these as tight as they would go, before pushing off his boxers. He picked them up off of the floor, folded them and stuffed them out of sight under the pillow. He sat on the bed and quickly covered his lower half with the sheet before pressing the button to call for Madame Pomfrey. She must have been waiting right outside of the room because she entered almost as soon as he pushed the button. She noticed his red face and the fact the he didn't seem to want to meet her gaze. She smiled gently.
"I know this must be an embarrassing situation for you Harry, but I'll try to make it as painless as possible." He gave her a wry smile back. "Lie back for me please Harry." He turned and lay back on the cot, making sure to keep himself covered in the process. She reached for the sheet and folded it down to his hips before untying the center tie on the gown. "Alright Harry, I'm just going to poke around a little bit. I want you to tell me anytime you feel any pain or tenderness, alright?" She said as she rubbed her hands together a bit to warm them. Harry nodded. She started out high on his stomach, just under his rib cage, pressing here and there, waiting for any reaction from Harry. When she pressed down just above his pubic bone he felt a slight ache.
"There," He said. "That's a little tender." She nodded and continued pressing around the area, sometimes pressing in quite sharply. It seemed to Harry that she was trying to feel the area from different angles. After a few moments she stopped and reached for the notepad that was lying on the night stand. She jotted down a few notes and turned back to Harry.
"Now comes the unpleasant bit I'm afraid Harry." She said with a sympathetic look. "I need to check and see if the spell has made any changes to your reproductive system. On the rare occurrences that these spells were used on men, they modified the recipient to allow for a natural birth. I need to see if this is the case for you." Harry blushed an even darker red, but nodded his consent. "I'll need you to bend your knees up for me Harry." She said as she reached for a pair of sterile exam glove in the bedside table. He pulled up his knees, resting his feet flat on the bed. She folded the sheet up on top of his knees and gently pushed them open. Harry didn't resist, but he wondered if it was possible to die of embarrassment. He just stared straight up at the ceiling as she bent to examine him.
"Harry," He quickly drew his attention back to the nurse. "You have been changed." She said gently. "I'm going to need to do an internal exam. To see if the birth canal is complete. It might be a bit uncomfortable." Harry nodded again. When she bent back down to examine him again he resumed his staring match with the ceiling. For about two seconds. He hissed in a breath and clutched at the sheets beneath him. She had inserted what he assumed was her fingers into what he assumed was the birth canal she had spoken of, and it bloody well hurt. 'A bit uncomfortable' was an understatement. "Sorry." She said with an apologetic smile. "I'll be through in a minute." He closed his eyes and grimaced in pain as she continued. He finally breathed a relieved sigh a minute or two later when she withdrew her hand and pulled the sheet back over his knees. "You can sit up now if you want, Harry." She pulled off the gloves and threw them into the rubbish bin beside the bed. He sat up and pulled his knees up in front of him looping his arms around them.
"Will I live?" He asked in a shaky attempt at humor. In truth, he was terrified. What had her spell done to him? Was it permanent? Madame Pomfrey gave him a sympathetic smile.
"I think you'll survive." She said still smiling. "I'll need to run some blood tests, but from what I've seen so far, Cho's spell has given you everything you need to carry this baby to term and to deliver it. Naturally. For the time being, you have two separate sets of reproductive organs Harry. Your own natural system and a female system put in place by the spell." Harry opened his mouth to ask a question, but she held up her hand, heading him off. "It's not permanent. The changes will disappear when the pregnancy ends. Besides doing some blood work, I would like to give you an ultrasound as well. I'll need to owl St. Mungos and get them to loan me a machine. I was planning to do it in order to monitor Cho when she came back to school anyway." She said as she smiled at him. "I don't think I need to subject you to any more tests this evening. You've had enough to deal with today. Do you have any questions for me Harry?" Harry just looked at her. Was she serious? Did he have any questions! Only about a million of them. But his mind was jumping from one to the next so fast he couldn't focus on one long enough to ask it. He took a deep breath and mentally told himself to calm down.
"What kind of things should I be avoiding now?" He asked. "I don't know what things are harmful for the baby or anything." He said, starting to get a little anxious. She stood and crossed the room to another table. She pulled a number of small pamphlets from a drawer and returned, handing them to Harry.
"Read those. They should help answer a lot of your questions. Anything served here at the school should be fine. Just use common sense. Take it easy on sugar and salt, drink plenty of fluids. Eat Healthy." She said as she resumed her seat beside him. "Now, just to give you fair warning. The baby's placenta is flooding your body with a lot of unfamiliar hormones right now. Hormones that are necessary to maintain the pregnancy. Unfortunately, they also have a rather unpleasant side effect known as morning sickness. Don't let the name fool you. The nausea can hit anytime of day or night." Harry frowned. That sounded very unpleasant. "I would not be surprised if you wake up feeling sick tomorrow morning. Unfortunately there isn't much to be done for it." She patted his knee as she stood back up. "Read the pamphlets. They'll tell you little tricks that can help." She walked over to a wardrobe on the far side of the room and removed a dressing gown. She carried it to Harry and laid it across the bottom of his bed.
"I'll send for you tomorrow when I receive the Ultrasound machine from St. Mungos. I want to get a good look at that baby before we send you home." Harry nodded his head absently as he stared at the pamphlets in his hands. Madame Pomfrey gave him a sympathetic smile and touched his shoulder to get his attention. "It'll be alright Harry." She said reassuringly. "It'll be time for supper soon. Why don't you head back to your room and get dressed. You don't want to go down there in that do you?" Harry smiled slightly and shook his head as he reached for the dressing gown. He slipped it on and stuffed the pamphlets into the pocket. "If you need anything before I send for you tomorrow, don't hesitate to come see me."
"Alright. Thank you." He said as he walked toward the door. His mind was spinning as he walked back to Gryffindor tower. He was going to have a baby. A real live little person was growing inside of him. It was amazing and terrifying all at the same time. He could only hope that every one would support the decision he had made. He sighed as paused before the Gryffindor Portrait. It would be a true test of his friendships.