Rose; Enjoy. Really sorry that it is so late. I'm not great with frequent updates, and I greatly apologize. Also it's not as long as I hoped it would be. but two scenes I was going to put in this will bein txt chapter or the one after.

CHAPTER 4 - JUST A VISIT

Hermione Weasley sighed, placing her sleeping baby in the cot of her and Ron's room, one they always had when they stayed at Harry's. She smiled, stroking her fiery red curls, so like that of her father's family. Hermione's smile widened, as said father walked in.

Ron Weasley. Tall, gangly, red haired and heavily freckled. Her best friend, her lover, her husband, the father of her child and any future child they would have, and she knew, her soulmate. They had been together for four years, married for three and parents for two and a half. They had made it through everything together. Throughout Hogwarts, when their years were forever disrupted by Lord Voldemort's plans, they had always tried to stick together, with Harry beside them, fighting for them. He supported them through all the problems they had in the relationships and he saved them and their families, and he always kept the family together. But now…

Harry was hurting.

"I'm going to go check on Harry. He was really upset earlier," she whispered as not to wake up the baby. Ron nodded and kissed her on the cheek as she left. "I'll be right back," she added, as she closed the door. "Don't wake up the baby!" She sighed, shaking her head, as she began to climb up the stairs to reach Harry's bedroom, that had once been Sirius's room. As she got there, the door was just ajar, and the room was silent within. She carefully eased the door open, to see Harry sitting on the edge of his bed, in just his boxers and a t shirt and was staring at his feet, his head hung in despair.

Hermione still didn't know whether Harry had accepted his pregnancy or not. He had told Ron, which had led to Hermione using so many curses and spells to make both males, including Neville who figured out what was wrong due to all the hysteria, calm down. She herself, was ecstatic with her friends news. Sure, being single, and having the baby as a result of a one night stand, not mentioning the fact that Draco Malfoy was the other father (how such a situation occurred she didn't know, except Ron explained that he sent Malfoy to Harry's office about a month ago), wasn't the perfect way she thought Harry would have a child, but Harry deserved something like a baby. He deserved to have a proper family.

"Hey, sweetie" Hermione muttered, smiling brightly. Harry glanced to her quickly, before bowing his head in almost shame. Hermione sighed, and sat beside him on the bed. He edged ever so slightly away from her, his gaze still averted away. "Harry...look at me" His head turned completely and he stared at his headboard. She grabbed his chin firmly and pulled him to look her directly in the eye. "Look at me when I am talking to you!"

"I don't fancy a pep talk," Harry snapped, yanking her hand away from his chin. She flinched, hurt at his words, but pulled herself together quickly.

"Harry..." she began. "I know that...this information...everything that Luna told you, is...very difficulty for you to understand, or even believe. I mean, you didn't know Carriers existed, let alone that you were one" He remained stoic, his arms going instantly to wrap around his abdomen, and he stared intently at the wooden floor. "Obviously, you will need to go and see a Healer at the maternity unit at St Mungo's. I could book the appointment for you, if you want?" she asked looking at him carefully, smiling only when he gave a small jerk of the head. Taking that as a nod, she continued. "And then there's prenatal vitamins, and a few potions and spells you need to take to make sure the baby grows accordingly. Carrier babies tend to be slightly smaller and premature a lot of the time, because of the environment they grow up in-"

"Hermione" Harry interrupted. "I cant even deal with the fact that I am...I don't need to know exactly what that entails and the magical fixes when it goes wrong!"

Hermione surveyed his hurt, confused expression, as he finally looked her in the eye. She knew exactly what she was seeing. She was looking at herself, exactly where she was three years ago. She leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around her long-term friend. He immediately retaliated, almost craving the touch, and burying his face into her shoulder.

"Sssh" Hermione shushed, rubbing his back. "I'm going to help you with everything. And Luna is definitely onboard. Even before the baby existed, I think she was onboard. And I'm sure when Ron and Neville come to terms with it, and stop fainting at random signs of stress, they will help you anyway they can" He nodded into her shoulder. "And you have the entire Weasley clan with you on this. It's going to be ok, I promise"

Harry didn't answer her, but continued to bury his head into her shoulder.

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Draco stole a quick glance around the crowded bar, before looking down once more into the depths of his glass. He swirled the contents around, downing it with ease. He gave a small burp, placing the glass back on the counter, banging his fist. Immediately, the balding bartender refilled it before marching off to the other side of the bar, leering at the young girls waiting to be served.

He looked to his watch, seeing that it had already gone past two in the morning. Sighing, he thought back to the talk he had had with is uncle, that hadn't ended the way he wanted it to.

Draco bustled around the kitchen. "I swear I had something to eat in this place…somewhere"

Nate laughed from the doorway of Draco's cramped kitchen, where almost every cupboard was opened wide, their bare contents shown quite proudly. "How about we go out to eat? Ok, it'll be my treat, for not seeing you actually on Christmas Day"

Draco glanced to him. "What about Cassie?"

"Cassie is still in France with my mother. And, after the New Year…" He smiled. "We're moving here permanently"

"What…"

"Well, it will mostly be me. Cassie is still going to Beauxbatons so she wont be here for most of the year. I already have a job waiting for me down at the Maternity Ward at St Mungo's. Everything is planned out perfectly"

"But…you love France" Draco interjected, not knowing why his uncle would want to leave such a beautiful country. Whenever his father took him there on business trips, he begged to stay longer each time. Especially when they stayed in Paris. "You love it there. You and Sam lived there for years, even before Cassie was born. You're life is there. Why would you leave it?"

Nate sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his patterned stress habit, before looking Draco squarely in the eye. "I am forty years old. I have a thirteen-year-old daughter, whom I get letters from her school saying she's done this and done that. My husband died four years ago in a war that he HAD to fight in…Draco, I am trying to make the most of what is the wreckage of my life. I do everything for Cassie, to make sure she is fine when she is older"

"I...I didn't know you felt like that. I'm-"

"Don't tell me that you are sorry for me Draco" Nate all but snapped. "I feel sorry for you"

"Me?! My life is fine, why do you feel sorry for me?!" Draco snapped right back, slamming the near empty fridge shut.

"How can I not?! You're living on the worst possible estate in this country. A MUGGLE estate! You are living on nothing. You have a table full of unpaid bills, and I can tell that they are going to be there for a long ti-"

"My personal correspondence is nothing to do with you, Nathaniel" Draco snapped, drawing himself up to his full height.

"When you are living on the streets it will have something to do with me. You are too proud, Draco, that is one of your major faults. It's why you always get yourself into trouble. Getting arrested. Getting into fights with people with power. Purely because they don't give you the respect you think you deserve!"

"I do deserve respect! The Malfoy name is one of the highest in the entire Wizarding World-!"

"It was, Draco. It's not anymore! You stay here to make your father angry, because you don't respect him! You refuse his money, not because he doesn't offer, because you don't even take it from your mother. Its because you want to spite him!" the two men were standing right in front of each other now, pink in the face with anger, both breathing heavily. Nate used his slightly taller form to tower over the blond. "You do it because you don't want anything to do with the family. Everything you do, you do to spite Lucius" he had lowered his voice, but it had still not lost the threatening edge Draco never thought he would hear from him. "That's why you don't want anybody. You want your father to suffer with the thought that he will never have an heir. And you know what?" He glanced around the kitchen, biding his time, until he looked him straight in the eye. "I look at Cassie and... You don't deserve something as pure as a child" He turned and left with that last statement, leaving Draco feeling for the first time in years, that he was going to cry.

Draco drowned his drink. His uncle had no idea what he went through. Nothing! Who was he to judge him? Turn up twice a year and act like his father. He had absolutely no right, to be a part of anything Draco did!

"You look like you need some company" a silky voice spoke from beside him. Draco glanced to his right to see another man sitting there. Draco suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Bad day?" the man ventured, his tone and body language obviously showing he didn't care about Draco's day.

Draco looked the other man up and down, his gaze far from innocent. He was wearing tight leather pants, leaving absolutely nothing left to the imagination, and a netted top, showing off his muscular chest and already erect nipples. He eyes traveled down to the bulge forming in the mans pants. Draco smirked, and placed a hand onto it.

The man gasped, and his hips bucked weakly. Draco, not wanting anyone to see, leant forward and muttered, "Lets leave" The man nodded eagerly, and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the pub, cat calls and wolf whistles following them as they went.

Ten minutes later, after a very brisk walk to the other mans flat down the road, full of groping, Draco found himself on top of the other man, naked and grinding into him. It felt wrong somehow. Sure, he was aroused, but something was very different. The man was making the wrong noises, but they all seemed to be satisfactory, building Draco's ego. He clenched his eyes shut and he pictured emerald green eyes, glazed over with lust...

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Click click click

Tap tap tap

This was one place Harry James Potter never thought that he would be. Definitely not here. Not with the infernal clicking of pens, and the tapping of suede shoes upon tiled floors.

All of his other friends were still enjoying New Years down at different pubs and clubs, and drinking till all hours (Seamus liked to celebrate News Year until at least the seventh). Even Ron was with them, while Hermione had a few of 'the Girls' around instead.

Harry? Harry was in the Maternity Ward of St Mungo's, sitting beside gay couple holding hands, their faces split into grins. Harry sneaked a glance and saw a prominent bump beneath the robes of the younger wizard. He closed his eyes and flinched.

"Mr Potter?" He glanced round to see the young attractive nurse, for lack of a better word, at the door. "Healer Lipton will see you now"

He stood, grabbing his jacket from the stool beside him, ignoring all the obviously happy couples, waiting for news on their pregnancy's. Only three of them there were heterosexual couples. There were obviously more Carriers than Harry thought there were. He smiled faintly at the nurse, as he entered the office, and the wizard behind the desk immediately stood. He was at least forty and had short dark brown hair, littered with grey, the stubble on his chin the same. He wore the usual Healer robes, lime green with emblem on the chest pocket: a wand and a bone, crossed.

"Mr Potter, I'm Nathaniel Lipton. You can call me Nate" Harry blinked at the familiarity, but nodded and shook the Healers hands. Neither sat back down. Harry fidgeted and scratched his nose, wondering what the hell they actually did when they visited a fertility doctor. All he did was arrive at St Mungo's and he was told the way, but had to give the name of his doctor to the nurse when he arrived. Thankfully he remembered the name of the Healer Luna wanted him to see, and that was good enough for the nurse. "I don't believe we have actually met before"

"No" Harry said, his voice suddenly hoarse and his throat dry. He licked his lips. "My friend Luna, told me about you, and when the nurse asked me the name of my doctor, I just gave yours"

"Luna?" His brow furrowed in thought. "Luna Lovegood? Small? Blond spiky hair? Tends to talk about Wrackspurts?"

"Yeah, that's her" Harry laughed.

"Well, Mr Potter, I need to ask you a few questions, before we start any examinations, ok?" Harry nodded, and Nate walked back to behind his desk, and Harry sat at the offered chair in the front. Nate pulled a piece of parchment in front of him, and picked up a coal black raven feathered quill, and looked back up at him.

"Now, I get many bad reactions from this question, so: are you pregnant?"

Harry resisted the urge to laugh, and it seemed that Nate did to, but Harry nodded, and Nate began to write on the parchment.

"When was the date of conception?"

"The 21ST of November"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah" Harry blushed. "Before that, I hadn't had sex in four months" Nate nodded, and Harry tried so hard to hide his embarrassment. He could never talk about his sexual activities to anyone, not even other lovers. Talking about it to a stranger, even if it was a doctor, was almost too much for him.

"Have you had any symptoms? Nausea, pains...?"

"I have had morning sickness for about two, maybe three weeks. It ruined Christmas for everyone. I've had stomach cramps. And I also feel like my...magic is draining"

Nate nodded. "That is very common. It is more obvious the more powerful the wizard is, because there is more magic stored within their bodies than others" He made a quick note on the parchment. "Has there been any bleeding?" Harry shook his head, and Nate nodded, placing the parchment onto a large pile. He stood, and gestured to a door on the other side of the room. "Now if you like, we can start the examination"

Harry paused, halfway through rising from his chair, his nerves suddenly gone. He fought the urge to run out of the room.

"Mr Potter?" Nate asked, frowning in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Is…uh...is there anyway we can do this without the examination?"

"I'm afraid not. We have to check where the embryo has implanted itself, date of conception and due date" He smiled at Harry. "It is not at all uncomfortable. All you will have to do is raise you shirt and expose your stomach. That's all, I promise"

Harry nodded, still trembling slightly and followed the Healer out of the room. Like the office before it, the examination room was simple, white walls and white floor. There was no portraits or windows, which Harry was very thankful for. There was a large examination, similar to the ones in Muggle maternity wards, and he inwardly shivered at the sight of the large metal stirrups at its end.

"Can you take a seat on the table, Mr Potter, and raise your shirt up?" Nate said, walking to the desk on the other side of the room. Harry kept his gaze far away from the desk. He didn't want to know what was on that desk.

He did as Nate asked though, and sat on the cold metal table, shivering as the cold struck his rear end, and lifted his shirt to just below his pectorals, and waited until Nate came back over. The Healer came back over to him, and Harry couldn't stop the slight shaking that started as soon as Nate pointed his wand at his stomach. Nate put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Relax, ok? It won't hurt, I promise"

Harry nodded, drawing slow shaky breaths. "I just don't l-like anything to do with hospitals"

"All you feel is possibly a tingling feeling in your stomach. I promise" Harry nodded again, and Nate began to mutter under his breath, and different forms of smoke surrounded Harry's lower abdomen. It was true; all he did feel was a slight tingling feeling at the place behind his happy trail. This continued for a few minutes, with Nate muttering things under his breath. Harry occasionally caught the words 'healthy', and 'powerful'. He felt his heart clench with pride, but ignored it.

"Ok" Nate said, pulling back with a smile. "The embryo was indeed conceived on the 21st of November and is due late August. It is growing at the desired rate and has successfully implanted itself in an environment where it will successful grow and not cause any discomfort to either of you"

Harry opened and closed his mouth, gaping like a fish, before he cleared his throat. "I don't want it" he muttered, his voice hoarse and it felt as if it had been rubbed through with sandpaper. He looked Nate in the eye, and with all his determination, said. "Get it out of me"

Nate sighed, walking back to the desk. Harry blanched, thinking that the Healer would run him through his options or at least try to talk him out of it. Thankfully, he had gotten a doctor that allowed him to make his own decisions. Nate rooted around through a large casket of potion vials. Harry felt his stomach heave with his all day sickness at the sight of some of the more grotesque potions.

The Healer turned back around and handed him a potion vial full of pure blue liquid. "This potion will allow the embryo to be absorbed back into the system. You may have excess bleeding afterwards but it will be relatively painless, for you at least. You pour it all over your food and…it's as simple as that"

Harry stared at the vial almost transfixed. This potion would make this all go away.

This potion will abort his baby.

I didn't really know what to do when Harry met Nate. Obviously I've never been to an OBGYN, so I don't really know how to go about it. Hopefully, I did okay with it.

Remember to vote, the poll closes on the 1st of August.

NEXT TIME: Luna begs Harry to reconsider and Hermione runs into someone very unexpected. Very unwanted.