Without You.

Chapter6: Dads?

At the nurse's voice, Harry straightened up on the bed, violently. His face lost its color, making him compete with Nick-Quasi-Sans-Tête. He stared at Pomfrey as if a second head had just pushed him.

It was not possible. Why him ? Why could not he do like the others? Why was he always different? Savior, member of a rare trio, pregnant. It only happened to him things like this ... But WHY, on behalf of Merlin.

"You're pregnant," Poppy repeated calmly.

- But this ... it's not possible ...

He could not be pregnant. Now especially. True, he no longer had Voldy on his back, but he was still the worst Death Eaters who only sought to avenge their dear master. He could not take the risk of losing the child ...

Oh. Great. Merlin.

He only realized that moment. He was carrying a child. A little being was growing in his bowels. He was going to have a real family. He was going to be ... dad?

Oh Lord, it was too good to be true. Too beautiful but it was scary too. Merlin, very, very scared.

"I'm pregnant," he whispered.

Opposite him, Pomfrey smiled tenderly at this kid she had seen more than once between the walls of her lair.

"I'm going to be dad," he smiled.

The woman nodded, still smiling. She then cleared her throat and put her hands crossed on her lap.

- Harry, boy, do you know who the other father is?

The other father? Oh misery, he had completely forgotten that you had to be two to give life. But who was the other biological father? Severus or Draco? Oh ... but ... how were they going to take it? Maybe his two loves did not want children. And him ? Did he really want this child? Merlin, he was so young. Too maybe. But he could not hurt this child. Truly not. Because - Wow! - it was his child.

- I...

- You do not know is not it? she asked in a soft voice.

- I'm not sure of it.

Harry wrung his hands uncomfortably. He was considered a debauchee not to know who was the father of the child but at the same time he had two husbands, how to know which one was it?

- There is a potion that will let us know the genes of the child. Do you want to drink it?

Harry nodded and followed the old woman's movements. She came back to him with a purple liquid jar. He hesitated a long time before drinking the potion. An acrid taste burned his throat. He winced.

- It only remains to wait half an hour. You have questions ?

Harry looked down at his flat belly and put his hand on the bottom of his belly. There was a little being in there. He carried life after giving death.

- I thought it needed a potion to become pregnant. For men, I mean.

Poppy frowned.

- You did not take a potion?

"Of course not," Harry rebuked. I did not want to become pregnant now. Not here.

- Oh, that's unexpected. I have never heard such a thing.

Harry did not answer but inside he was screaming. He never did anything like everyone else. He attracted trouble as honey attracted bees. Hopeless. A weary sigh passed the barrier of his lips.

"I'll have to talk to the director," Poppy said.

- Knowing, this old fool is already aware.

Unexpectedly, the nurse let out a light laugh as she walked to her desk.