Chapter Four

Telling The Family

Minvera McGonagall had been teaching a long time, she'd managed to live through the Marauder's schooling and the Weasley twins schooling. However James Sirius Potter was something else entirely, he was the Weasley twins and the Marauder's combined. It was now lunch time and the extremely active four year old was eager to return to their quarters for or the remainder of the day. The elderly Headmistress pushed open the door to the Potters quarters frowning as her ears picked up the sound of someone being sick.

"James do you think you can sit here and play with some toys awhile I go see how your Daddy is?"

"Uh huh. Mummy says he is having a baby."

"I'll be right back. Please don't run off."

"I won't I promise."

Minerva watched as James went over to his toy chest gathering his colouring books before sitting at his kids table and beginning to colour. Knowing he'd be kept occupied for a little while at least she made her way to the bathroom where she found Harry leaning over the toilet basin looking pale with a green tinge to his skin. Placing a hand on his back she rubbed it gently as the young man in front of her threw up again. She had heard about his decision to carry any future children they had and admired him for it, there wasn't many men (who weren't gay) that would carry a baby for nine months. Just as she was about to speak Harry sat up flushing the chain before smiling at his former Professor.

"I'm sorry you had to witness this. Seems morning sickness has hit heavier than Gin had it."

"It's quite alright Harry. Your like my son, I was just bringing James back but I can keep him a little longer if you want to take a nap."

"We were heading to The Burrow I just don't know how we are going to get there with me feeling so sick."

"They could come here. I'm sure you want to tell Albus's portrait you can use my office."

"That'll work thank you."

"You're welcome. Now have you managed to eat anything?"

"Not since this morning when Gin made me some toast. I was thinking of searching for something."

"We can go to the Great Hall, I think chicken soup is in order."

"That does sound good. Give me five minutes?"

"I'll get James ready."

"Thank you Minerva."

"Any time Harry."

Harry watched the Headmistress leave as he heaved himself off the floor brushing his teeth for what felt like the millionth time. Taking a deep breath he made his way back into the living room where James was waiting looking like an angel. He wondered just how much mischief he'd gotten himself into. Picking up the DADA Mastery textbooks he followed Minerva out into the corridor making a note to see Poppy after they told the family. Thankfully the journey to the Headmistress's office wasn't a long journey away from their quarters. The moment he walked into the office it felt like he was a teenager again.

The Weasleys, Sirius and Severus, Hermione and Ron and Ginny (who was holding a sleeping Albus) were already there when he pushed the door open. Making his way over to Ginny he sat down next to her resting his head against her shoulder as the family around them watched on. Severus noticed how pale his step godson was and thought he knew exactly why they had been gathered there.

"Harry, son is everything alright?" Arthur Weasley fretted.

"Can you remember the conversation we had when Ginny was in surgery delivering Albus?"

"Yes you were talking about the... ...wait it happened?"

"Can someone please tell us what's wrong without talking in riddles." Ron mumbled.

Leaning a hand over his still unsettled stomach he looked around the room at his family and realised just how much he loved them. The child he carried (and any others after that) would be love for being themselves. It hadn't gotten to him when he'd supported Ginny through her pregnancies but now he was the one pregnant, he knew his life up until that point had been simple. Despite the abuse laid on him at the hands of Vernon Dursley.

"Gin and I have spoken a lot about this over the last two years. There's a piece sure that can be done for men to carry a baby should their wives not be able to anymore. It's something that I had already wanted to do before Healer Morris brought it up. But six weeks ago we finally agreed to go through with it. This morning we found out that it was successful. I'm pregnant."

"You're ... what?" Ron gaped.

"Pregnant. Yes I know what I'm going to go through and it doesn't matter because I'd do anything for Gin. And this isn't going to be the only time either. If Molly can have seven children I can carry more than one."

"Congratulations Prongslet." Sirius and Severus cheered.

"Thanks Pads, Sev."

"You're mental Harry but I see why you did it. I've been your best friend for s long time now. I know when you've made your mind up there s no changing it. Congratulations."

"Thanks Ron. Professor Dumbledore?" Harry faced the large portrait of his former headmaster and mentor. Even now, eight years after leaving school he wished they had been some way to bring the great Albus Dumbledore back from the dead. But he knew the resurrection stone corrupted even the stoniest of minds.

"Harry my boy. You've grown into a wonderful young man. I'm very happy for you."

"Thank you Albus."

Once everyone seemed to settle down and begin to process the news that Harry was in fact pregnant, the small group made their way toward the Great Hall. As the afternoon had gone past the constant nausea had eased off enough that he finally felt hungry. As they sat at the Head Table Harry whispered what he would like to eat thankful when a large bowl of chicken soup and saltines appeared, he knew it would be a bad idea if he ate anything heavier than that. However despite the aches and pains, nausea and back ache he knew it would all be worth it when he had his daughter in his arms.