The Infamous Why
Harry led me inside, and I started to get nervous. He might hate me once I tell him why I left. There's a very high likely hood of him hating me. He sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for me to do the same.
He sat staring at the table, not saying anything. I opened my mouth to say what I needed to when he finally started talking.
"She's not my aunt. My mum, she was adopted. I have more protection here then I ever did there. No one can find me here, but Voldemort could have just walked right in and killed me there. Dumbledore, he lied to me. I left, to protect myself. I don't know what to do Tabitha." Harry said putting his head down on the table.
"Well, for one, you will never call me Tabitha again unless you don't want children. I know a lovely severing hex." I told him. I watched the colour drain from his face before I continued, "Second, you had better not get yourself killed. Harry, you have to keep a secret for me. It's a big one and you might hate me for it but you can't tell anyone."
"What's wrong, Tibby? Are you okay?" Harry's head snapped to look at me so fast I was surprised it didn't fly off.
"Um, depending on how you look at it, it might be good or bad. I'm fine, now that is." I said cryptically.
"What?"
"I, I'm pregnant." I whispered. I looked at the table not wanting to look at the hurt face I knew he would have.
I heard a gust of air blow past my head and he said, "When are you due? Who's the father? Why don't you look it?"
"August fifteenth, you and I'm a metamorphagus. I'm hiding it." I said still not looking at him.
About a minute later, I heard a crash. Snapping my head around, I saw Harry one the ground. "Maybe, I should have been a little more the gentle." I said to myself.
I levitated Harry to the couch in the drawing room and waited for him to come to.
Three hours later, Harry finally woke up. "Please tell me that was a joke."
"Harry, when have you ever known me to joke, especially about something this big? You can do the pregnancy charm if you want. Well I can." I said.
"Alright. Go." He said.
I pulled up my shirt, and pointed my wand at it. "Pregotero!" a golden glow formed around my stomach and then faded. Pointing my wand at it again, I said, "Parentis mateus!" a clear bubble formed in front of my stomach and inside the words, 'Harry James Potter' floated. "Finite Incantatem!" the bubble popped and we sat in silence for a good ten minutes.
"Enough proof for you. I have done the tests at lest ten times and the always said the same thing." I said looking at the floor.
"I thought that we did the contraceptive charm?" he asked me.
"We did, but just like every other method, it's not perfect." I said, "Sorry."
"Don't be, it's not your fault. So, any name ideas?" he asked so casually, that to an outsider, it would seem like it was a planed pregnancy.
"A few, for a girl, I was thinking, Lilia or Jamie. For a boy, I'm not sure; I thought that even if you didn't want the babe, you might want to name it." I said.
"That's very thoughtful of you. But…" Harry said.
"You don't want it." I whispered while silent tears slid down my face.
"I said nothing of the sort." Harry said firmly. He stood up and walked to me. "I was going to say, I don't really like Jamie as a girls name. But I kind of like Genevieve." I looked at him with a tear stained face.
"Genevieve Lillian Potter, it sounds good to me." I gave him a watery smile.
"No more tears, we should celebrate, this maybe unplanned, but it's still a happy occasion. So, you're a metamorphagus? Have you been to a healer?" Harry said pulling me into a hug.
"Yes, I keep my self looking the same because I don't want it public knowledge. Yes I have been to a healer. Are you going to be with me on the fifteenth?" I asked into his shoulder.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."