Hey everyone,
I just want to give a warning ahead of time. I am going to cover Harry's pregnancy again, but the description might not be entirely realistic.
Just go with it,

Venquine1990
PS. If this description is realistic, let me know.


Chapter 48
Bad Day, Good Day

15th of February 1996
The Plaza, Radiant Garden
Harry's POV

Life can change in many ways.

In the course of the last few weeks, my life has gone from amazing to exciting – to bloody annoying and humiliating.

In just a few weeks' time, my body suddenly decided to realize that it was several months pregnant. Sometimes I even feel as if my body, specifically my stomach, grew several sizes. And my sense of balance disappeared with the change.

Not to mention that my stamina and physical health seems to have disappeared with the thinness of my former frame.

To the extend that, a week after my stomach extended its size, I got tired out just from trying to get up the stairs to go to bed.

Because of this, to my sincere humiliation, dad asked our friends to help him move my bedroom down to the ground floor.

I couldn't believe that this was happening and tried to argue against it, yet no one was willing to listen and everyone told me it was for my own health.

In the end, dad convinced me that this was for the best as, after the baby was born, I would feel more comfortable with the baby living on the ground floor.

I might be a moody, hormonal, pregnant teenager, but I did agree with that.

Yet my change of living space and extended stomach aren't the only changes in my life. My hormones are also running rampant in several ways.

At first we had all thought that my morning sickness had disappeared shortly after Halloween. This was not to be, though these days it's much more random.

One morning I wake up with a terrible need for a bucket, the other I wake up feeling fine. And to make matters even worse, sometimes I wake up while feeling as I haven't slept at all the night before and with a need to just stay in bed.

Still, while my body has been my worst enemy for the last month and a half, my friends and the others have been incredible beyond words.

It doesn't matter how bad my temper gets, how much I snap at them, how often I tell them to just leave me alone, how I turn my back on them while lying in bed the few days I feel too tired to get out, they stick by me.

Dad, Lea, Roxas, Damian and Braig have been bringing me breakfast in bed almost every morning since my stomach grew.

Whenever they realized that my stomach was rebelling, Braig, Roxas or Lea would instantly phase me over to the bedroom and keep my slightly longer hair out of my face.

Lea would also spend as much time as possible with me and would even use his control over fire to help my tense muscles relax.

I seriously would be in a much worse physical and emotional state without Lea's daily massages and ever comforting presence.

Dad has also been absolutely wonderful. He's often shown me how he is still working on potential furniture for the nursery.

And when Damian asked what he was going to do with the extra furniture, he told us something amazing. Dad's thinking of opening his own store where he sells home-made stuff.

And when Mrs. Weasley heard about this, she was heard muttering: "Why didn't I ever think of that? Sending Owl orders for my home-made food. I can't believe how much income we missed out on over the years."

Naturally, Bill had taken her to Uncle Scrooge and the woman had happily set up a business contract with the duck, though apparently Bill had to step in a few times as Uncle Scrooge's greed almost took advantage of Mrs. Weasley's kind hear and lack of financial knowledge.

My friends have also been invaluable in their own ways. Hermione especially as the girl often came by on the days that I stayed home, due to my body tiring me out, and would read me all kinds of storybooks, both from earth or from the Garden.

Finally, after years of missing out, I got to experience the wonder of Muggle kid-stories. And what made it even more fun was the two of us guessing how historically accurate the stories actually were, if the story came from a world or not and whether or not Lea and the others knew the characters of the stories.

Lea had been willing to tell us, but we didn't want to know. "Just show us when the baby is here. I want our little one to come with us on our first visits." I had told him. He had loved this.

Ron had amazed everyone. He had started helping both Mrs. Weasley and dad make sure I had healthy doses of food, that they had the ingredients needed for said meals and would even bring me the meals if Mrs. Weasley made them.

None of us really know how he knows what can be considered healthy for a pregnant mother or an unborn child or, more importantly, how he knows what I crave even before I start craving it. Yet I am usually too grateful to question it.

Dad had also often entertained me, and made me feel better about myself and my situation, with stories about my mum when she was pregnant of me.

And Mr. Weasley, the few times he would come to visit, would do the same, but then with many more stories about the different ways that Mrs. Weasley behaved during her many pregnancies.

And to finish things up, the twins have actually quieted down on their inventions and even made a deal with Uncle Scrooge to move their workshop to a street outside of the neighborhood that we're all living in.

The duck had been more than happy to help them, even though he had been confused until they explained that they didn't want to disturb my afternoon naps with potential explosions, which apparently came naturally with some of their inventions.

After they explained this, the workshop was moved to a different street that was still within walking distance of their new store within a few hours.

Another thing that happened, shortly after my body really started to change, was that Master Ansem allowed me and Poppy to meet with several Healers and doctors from the Garden.

Yet none of them made me feel the way Poppy did, so we felt like we were out of luck. Then suddenly, one day, Even came around to question us about this and at the end, he had become our Garden Healer.

A few days later, the man had come by again and told us that he had a room ready for when I would go into labor and that Lea had already seen where it was. This way, he could phase me in there when the time was right.

Still, I don't think anything can ruin today – or at least I sincerely hope not.

I know that it's only a formal arrangement to make sure my baby can inherit, but I don't care. And neither do I care for the fact that I can't wear the wedding outfit I had hoped for, but I am now wearing a maternity set of dress robes.

There have been times over the last few years where I cursed the huge width of the robes, but now I bless the fact that they make my pregnant form look decent.

A knock on the door makes me turn the rest of the way as I had been appreciating my robes from the side through a mirror in my room.

Roxas comes in and after he gives me a compliment for how amazingly the color of my robes matches my hair, he tells me that he's here to take me to the Plaza.

These days – and for the next few months, I guess – phasing has become my go-to form of transportation, though Poppy first made sure that it was healthy for the baby.

A few minutes later, a huge grin is on my face for the first time in what feels like months and my hand is held lovingly by Lea, who is standing in front of me.

Master Ansem is beside us as the Ceremony Master. Dad, Damian and Ron are on my other side and Isa, Braig and Axel are standing opposite of them.

The Plaza itself has been decorated amazingly, yet I only have eyes for Lea, who is now wearing a much fancier version of the cloths he wore on the day we met.

The whole ceremony is going brilliantly and I know this is partially because there are guards standing outside the fence that is set around the Plaza.

Aeleus and Dilan are in charge, yet King Mickey also sent several royal guards, with Goofy as Head Guard, to help them.

And considering what happened last time we held an event here, I am intensely grateful for this extra security detail.

The fact that the people who caused us trouble these past few months are now in another world doesn't change my gratitude.

Then it becomes time for our vows. And while I have a wonderful one ready for our real wedding, which we agreed would be on the first day of the next Hogwarts Yule Break, Lea and I happily and lovingly recite after Master Ansem.

Sirius' POV

This wedding might only be a formality, meant to make sure that no one and no rules can keep my grandson from inheriting.

Yet if you were to look at Harry and Lea, how they are standing in front of each other on the small dais and how they are looking at, and talking to, each other, you wouldn't say that.

The two seem to be in a world of their own, only interrupted by Master Ansem as he leads them through the official ceremony.

And it's especially the emotions that sound through their voices that contradicts the simplicity of the cause behind this event.

There is so much loving emotion in both their voices, you would be forgiven for believing that this is actually the Yule wedding that they already, more or less, started planning for.

And as I stand here, only a few steps away from my boy, several emotions run through me.

Happiness at the fact that my baby boy has found himself such a wonderful partner.

Glee at the fact that this ceremony is going so wonderfully.

Confidence in that this is exactly what James and Lily died for.

And finally, regret at the notion that I will only have a few more months with my boy living at my home before he gives birth and moves in with his new husband.

I have definitely been trying to prepare myself for this fact for the past few months, and creating my son's furniture for his new home has definitely helped, as has the fact that Damian is still planning to stay home for a few more years.

And the fact that my boy wants to work in my new store with me really lessens my – as Molly calls it – empty-nest syndrome.

I had argued with her that I shouldn't feel that syndrome with one son still at home, but she had told me that she had experienced the same when her three youngest went to Hogwarts in 1991.

And as time progressed it became easier for everyone to recognize the woman – and indeed the whole family – creating the belief that there are six Weasley kids.

Percy is dead in every sense of the word.

Then something happens that increases all of the emotions in my heart by tenfold, if not a hundredfold.

Harry and Lea share their first kiss as husband and partner – as Harry said he wanted to be called from now on.

Tears of both happiness and sadness run down my face as I wonder if this is how every parent feels when they see their baby get married.

Yet it's mostly the happiness that rushes through me and that shows on my face and through the tears running down my face.


Good on you, Sirius.
And sorry that this chapter was so summarized. I just wanted to cover Harry's pregnancy to the best of my ability and cover the required ceremony to make everything official.
Also, NO, Harry and Lea will NOT be having a wedding night until their Yule wedding. Though those who remember Chapter 21 will remember this.
Now I'm probably going to make another, longer jump in time next chapter and cover the aftermath of Harry going into labor.
Though I also have a little something else in mind that might come up either between this chapter and that or after.
Sincerely,

Venquine1990