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Dad and Pop lived in England when they were younger. Dad's family had been close to Pop's family years after Dad's parents died. They all moved to North America in 1994 with my grandparents (Pops parents). Dad came with Pop's family and Pop was just dragged along for the ride. Pop told me that the reason why they all moved here was because a man was coming to power and if he got enough power he was going to hurt a lot of people. Dad was so mad when he found out Pop had told me. I would always try to milk my grandparents for information but they refused to talk about it.
It had been a week since Pop had had his seizure (vision) and Dad had still yet to tell me about the teleporting thing. So I decided to remind him. After some grumbling and some pestering Dad finally decided to talk to me. We sat down in the living room with Pop and hot cocoa as he tried to explain it all.
"OK...where to start?" Dad looked towards Pop for help.
"Maybe start with the vision." Pop shrugged and Dad nodded.
"Ya that's a good place. Well your pop doesn't have seizures, he has visions. This can sometimes be referred to as the sight, third eye or the sixth seance. Your pop didn't start getting them until he was thirteen or so. He sees the people working for a man called Voldemort. Now, Voldemort is dead and a has been since I was about one. In fact it was because of me that he died. But the men working for him are devoted to him and are still alive.
"When your Pop was fourteen people were dieing left, right and center because of these men. This would make your Pop get visions all the more, so we ran. We fled the country because it seamed the farther we were from all that death the less visions he had."
"Now these men didn't kill people with guns or rocket launchers like in the games you play. They killed people with magic. Everyone on the earth has magic in them but you need the right amount to be able to use it. Your pop and I went to school to learn magic because we were what's called wizards. Both of your grandmothers were witches and all of your grandfathers were wizards. You didn't get to go to a magic school because you were born what we call a squib. This means you were born with out magic or with vary little." He gave a pause and looked to me for questions.
"I thought you said everyone had magic and why didn't you tell me all the before?"
"Well everyone does have magic." Pop said "But the people born without any magic tend to ether die at a young age or the parents have a miscarriage. We didn't tell you all this because we had planed to wait until you were seventeen. We wanted to tell you but we didn't think you would understand it all. When we abandoned the magical world we didn't have anywhere to really go. My family had only known the magical world and we only had estates in England and France. Harry had lived with non-magical people called muggles and they weren't going to help us any."
"Now not all of that was true. We didn't completely abandon the magical world. I went to school here and Draco went to a highly educated magical teachers to help him with his visions. I later became, essential, a magical cop. And because of Draco's visions, my department catches most of the...horrors that the men do." I looked up at the thought of my dad's words.
"So, what do you really do?" Dad ran a hand through his hair and gave a sigh.
"Well...I work like every other cop. I help people, I go through paper work and I stop crime. The only difference is that instead of having a gun I have my wand." My eyes widened at the thought of a real wand!
"You should show him your wand Harry." Pop rested his hand on Dad's arm. He nodded and rolled up his sleeve to revile...a holster? It wasn't what I was expecting until he undid some of the leather straps and pulled out a long, thin piece of wood. It looked shinny and had a warped sort of feeling around it. I liked it.
"Do you have one Pop?" Pop nodded and rolled up his sleeve as well to show a similar holster. He undid similar buckles and pulled out a longer, more slender polished piece of wood. His wand gave off an era of power and superiority.
"Do you always have them on you? I mean you both go swimming in the summer and were t-shirts. So were would you put them?" I put my chin on the palm of my hand as I thought about it. Pop answered my question.
"We always keep them on us at all times. It has always been dangerous for us so we make shore we won't be taken lightly. We ether strap them to our chests or lower backs but when we go swimming or something we tend to strap them to our upper legs. I'm a little less paranoid than your father so I just keep mine in our bedroom. But because of the resent vision we all need to be vigilant and on our guard." Dad tightened his grip on Pop's arm and Pop laid his head on Dad's shoulder for comfort.
"Is that why you enrolled me in martial arts classes?"
"Yes, that is one reason. Another was so you could defend someone else as well as your self." Dad finished and pop bit his lip again.
"Do you have anymore questions at the moment?" I thought about it before I remembered something that had been bugging me for sometime.
"If you don't really have seizures than why are you taking a new medication now?" Dad winced and Pop sat up straighter.
"You know how babies are made, well in our world men can become impregnated and reproduce. Well, I got pregnant about a month ago and I need to have frequent visits to the doctor. That we just an excuse we gave until we told you." I blinked at that
"But" I asked "Your both men how does-and where would-I just don't understand how that could happen." I flung my head in my hands.
"Its complicated, to complicated to explain today If you want to learn more we ahve lots of books." Dad tilted his head to the side so I could see him talk. I lifted my head back up to look at them.
"Ya that would be great Dad." He nodded and got up to get them.
"Do you have any questions honey?" Pop placed his hand on my arm."Yes, why do you have the visions and are they hereditary so could I get them?" Pop bit his lip and looked down at the floor
"I hope you don't get them but I can't promise you anything. Most people only use about 10% of their brain power. I use about 11.529% of mine. Most of that goes to being able to handle the visions. Only 0.2% is for the actual visions. This percent lets me see about six months ahead in time at the most. Other people like me could see farther but they tent to die young because their minds can't handle the energy or the magic." I leaned forward in my chair.
"Why do they look so much like seizures?" Pop shrugged.
"I don't know. Harry knew that one of his teachers had visions. Well it was more like they had two or three visions. But when she had one her voice would get hash and raspy. She would also speak in riddles. I have what they call memory visions where she would have had historical vision." I squinted at that.
"What is the difference?" I asked.
"My visions, like you saw are more like old memories that were long forgotten until than. Her visions are what non-magical people tend to think of or what Hollywood made them look like." Dad walked into the room with three books in his arms.
"There" He said as he laid them out on the table. "This one is about parenting but in chapter seven there is some stuff on male pregnancy." He said pointing to the one on top. "This one is all about male pregnancy and its complications. I would recommend reading that one first and you are welcome to doing you own research online if you wish. Here is my laptop if you want it." He passed the laptop towards me.
"Is there anything you want to ask?" Pop asked as I stood up.
I shook my head. "If I think of anything I will just ask." Dad nodded and helped Pop up and we all went of to our respective bedrooms. I climbed up the stairs and flopped onto my bed.
Had I really handled that all so well? In my head I was screaming WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS! I was still in shock I think, it really just made sense. When I was sitting there I wasn't really there. I was somewhere at wasn't there. You know what I mean? Now it was all coming back to me. My parents had told me they were wizards. That is just messed up. I think I'm in an asylum.
This was just too much to take in. Everything I had known was a lye. I don't know how I'll be able to go to school. We'll be moving soon so I should be ready by than. We would always move after pop had a seiz-vision. Now I understand why, Dad would want to help the people Pop saw so we would go to were they were. Now we were going to move to England. Talk about CRAZY!
I reached down toward Dad's laptop and searched male pregnancy. I clicked on the first link below.
Mail's being preggers is not normal. Incest and other nasty gross stuff make it happen and...I gave up. This was useless. The first few links were like this so I just picked up one of the books.
Male pregnancies can happen but they are rare in wizards today. This trait is passed through genetics via the the Y chromosome. At first wizards could not become pregnant but over time through inbreeding and the lack of witches wizards have adapted to being able to give birth. For a man to become impregnated their counter part must release their semen into the other man's...I skipped the next few lines until the book started talking about the growth.
The fetes in the premade womb and the growth continues just like as if inside a woman's. The only difference is near the end. When the father starts having contractions...I stopped reading and flipped the book over. Oh it wasn't a real book at all. It was just a essay paper. I thought as I plopped it on the floor.
Sometimes when my Dad is it his study and he gets writer's block he'll print off university kids papers and give them to Pop to bind. When I was little I didn't understand it at all but now I think Dad does it just so Pop can have something to bind. Dad says that when Pop was little he parents showed him how to bind books so that now is his way of relaxing. I picked the book back up and started reading again. I blinked owlishly at what it said. To find AB and AC you need what? I flipped it back over. Advanced Math. Man I was so out of it. I must still be in shock of something. I picked up one of the other books.
Chapter one(thank god) an introduction to male pregnancy. Because of the magical energies swirling inside of a pure blood wizards abdomen after about a year after puberty starts the man can be able to conceive a child. The man can become pregnant if during sexual intercourse, semen is released inside the...I skipped a few lines again.
Once a month the man's body produces a makeshift womb for the fetes. Slowly the fetes will grow just like as if inside a woman's only men may experience more sever cases of morning sickness, mood swings, cravings and especially back pain. When approaching the last trimester the man should be aware that he may experience false labour and sudden contractions. Because of this common occurrence for the last three to four moths the carrier should for his health and the unborn child's to go on bed rest. I bit my lip just thinking of Pop having to lay in bed for months! I just knew he was going to hate it.
Contractions will be more intense and painful because of the lack of lower body strength. There are two ways the baby can be born. C-section or through being expelled through the anus...I froze and reread that last line four times. Through his...but wouldn't that...only one word could describe how I thought that was going to feel like.
Ouch
I read through some more of the book before snickering and putting the book down. My snickering soon turned into giggling than laughing until I was just bursting my gut.
Pop was going to get breasts!