HPNSA - BOOK ONE

CHAPTER ELEVEN
THERE
TIMELINE: AUGUST 19– October 1, 1997




Harry sat alone on the boat; it was a rather hot afternoon outside in fact he was already drenched in sweat and his skin had begun to burn a little, but he couldn’t stand being inside the house where it had become very uncomfortable since Ron left. Harry looked at the water and every now and then his own tears would join the now still collection that adorned the garden. He wanted to stop feeling sorry for himself already but he found it hard not to. Ron left for New York four days ago to join the Knights; no one could convince him otherwise - not even Harry. Molly never said anything but her eyes betray her every time she looked at Harry. Fred and George tried to console him sometimes and even Ginny tried to provide some comfort but that was not enough – though Harry was always grateful. Hermione also became cold towards him though Harry could not figure out whether it was because she blamed him for Ron’s untimely exile or because he was pregnant with his child. He never really bought the notion that they were both completely over each other and now he wondered if Ron would be better off with her instead. Hermione went back to her parent’s house after Ron left and she didn’t even say goodbye to him.

So far he has caused Ron nothing but misery; he was miserable and so Ron was miserable and because of the curse there was very little hope that they would have anything other than that. He lay on the boat and stared at the sky. The sun was beginning to set now and the clouds have been tainted golden red by its setting. It gave Harry even more reason to be melancholic and he hated it. He wiped his glasses that blurred because of the mist brought by the heat and his tears and then wiped his eyes.

The littlest Weasley tapped his belly again and Harry moved his hand over the little swell and tapped back. “Just you and me kid. Sorry you had to go through this.” He said. The tapping answered back and Harry could not help but get emotional again. He covered his face as he gave in to child-like wailing.

After a while he figured he was being silly and rowed the boat back to the edge, got off and headed back inside the house. He quietly went straight to the kitchen where he began to set the table for dinner. Molly saw what he was doing and went to him and asked him to stop.

“Harry I can handle that, you go and get some rest.” She said. Not wanting to be confronted with whatever barrier there seemed to be between them, Harry gave way and headed off upstairs. But Molly decided it was time they set things right.

“Harry,”

“Yes, Mum?” Harry said sniveling a bit.

“I don’t blame you, you know that don’t you?” Molly said.

Harry swallowed hard but something was stuck in his throat that made his chin quiver. He stuck his hands deep in his pockets and rocked back and forth trying to prevent the dam from breaking. He took deep breaths but it was no use, and Molly knew she was needed. She wrapped his shaking body with her arms and kissed his head. Harry was crying so loud that Ginny actually thought there was something wrong and she came running downstairs but when she saw what was happening she decided to go back inside her room.

“Shhhh! That’s not good now, isn’t it?” Molly said. “You look at me, Harry, look at me. I’m very proud that Ron did what he did, he has grown to be a very brave young man, Arthur and I couldn’t be prouder,” Harry nodded his head but couldn’t stop crying. “I miss him greatly, as I know you do too. But I would have been surprised and even upset if he chose not to go. So stop hitting yourself in the head, yes? I’m sad, but I don’t blame you…never have. He’ll be all right. He’ll come back soon.” Molly smiled brushing his dark hair then went back to prepare dinner – waving her wand and making the dishes dance in the air before they floated down slowly onto the table.

Harry nodded and decided to stay there for a while. He sat on a chair, and wiping his glasses he said, “He’ll be alright,” He wiped his face. “I’m sorry for being so damn emotional all the time, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Molly laughed a little, “It’s the pregnancy. Women always get a bit more emotional when they’re pregnant. Perhaps Nymphrodites undergo the same thing, after all you are half female.”

Harry smiled amidst his tears and nodded his head. “I think you’re right, mum. I hate being like this, I feel like such a weakling.” Then he went to Molly and hugged her. “Thanks, mum.” He gave her a kiss then went upstairs to dress up.


***

The bed was so big without Ron to occupy the other half. Harry rolled here and there and found it rather difficult to get to sleep. He stood and opened the windows and stared out into the deep-blue sky sprinkled with little twinkling stars. He wondered if Ron could see him or even if he was thinking of him. Then he remembered the last talk they had; it was here in this room. He begged him to stay but Ron continued packing.

***

“Don’t go please,” Harry said. Ron would not look at him and just continued folding his things and packing them inside his trunk. Harry locked the door and went to him and took out all the things that he packed.

Ron stopped and looked out the window and hit his fist on the wall. Harry didn’t stop unpacking his things and Ron saw that he was now about to empty his trunk and went to him and grabbed his hands.

“Stop!” Ron cried.

“I won’t let you go! Can’t you understand? That’s New York! You know how far that is?” Harry screamed.

“I know how far it is, Harry!” Ron screamed back.

“You don’t have to do this!” Harry said.

Ron shook his head and turned his back. “We are going around in circles, Harry,”

“Because you won’t listen!” Harry yelled.

“DAMN IT, HARRY!” Ron cried kicking the bed. “I DON’T WANT TO GO! OKAY? I DON’T WANT TO GO!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” Harry screamed back shaking in anger.

Ron went to him and holding his face with both hands he kisses him ferociously, drinking greedily from Harry’s mouth. Harry grabbed his shirt and pulled at it fighting the fire that had begun to burn inside. But passion was more powerful than fury and his hand found their way to the thick red strands that crowned Ron’s head. Ron wrapped him in his embrace tighter than he could remember.

They were both out of breath when they broke the kiss and gasping for air, Ron said, “That’s why…” Ron kissed Harry’s swollen lips again, more gently now. “I want to keep doing this for as long as I live. I want to wake up every morning and find you beside me, Harry, and revel in the warmth of your body at night,” He kissed him again, “every night,” He kissed him one more time, “all night long!” Ron said panting heavily.

“Ron…” Harry said breathlessly as Ron covered him again with his lips.

“If this is what it takes to ensure that then I’ll do it! I’m scared too you know? I’ve never been more terrified in my whole life! Between you and me, I’m the one who can’t stand spiders!” Harry laughed though his eyes filled with tears. “I have to go, I don’t want to leave you, but I have to go.”

“Will nothing be easy anymore?” Harry said whimpering. He leaned his head on Ron’s chin and they both sighed heavily. “You promise to come back to me, Ronald Weasley. With all your limbs! I mean it!”

Ron kissed Harry’s head. “I promise. Don’t you go off with one of those knights while I’m gone.” Ron said.

“Why? They’re not going with you?” Harry said.

“No, Garel is going with me. They’ll stay here to guard you. Hope they do a good job.” Ron said then he began packing again.

Harry nodded and tried to smile. “When will you learn to pack your things? Give me that.” Harry said and he helped Ron pack his trunk.

***

Harry closed his eyes tightly as a star fell from afar then faded as it touched the horizon. He made a wish, hoping that it had more magic than he expected. A gentle tapping answered him and he opened his eyes slowly and said, “Ron will be home soon,” His hand caressed the swell and the tapping quieted down. “He’ll be home soon.”

***

“Harry? Harry, are you alright?” George cried knocking on the door. Harry had been inside the bathroom for nearly an hour now and they were starting to worry. “Harry?”

When Harry went out he looked very pale and weak. “Sorry.” He said.

“You okay?” George said. Harry tried to answer but his head was still spinning and he swoons and runs back inside the bathroom and vomited again. “Mum!”

Molly came running upstairs and gave Harry cold water and a green pill. “Here, Harry. Take this it will ease the dizziness.”

Harry took the pill and downed it in one gulp. The pill was effective, his head felt lighter and the nausea he felt ceased gradually until it was totally gone and he could stand straight. Molly used a cleaning spell to clear the bathroom of his vomit and asked George to help Harry go to his room.

Harry lay in bed and in a few minutes he was sound asleep. It wasn’t until late in the afternoon when he woke up and Molly was there, holding a cold towel on his head. He felt refreshed after the long nap and felt easier now than when he woke up that morning.

“How do you feel now?” Molly asked.

“Better, Mum, thanks.” Harry sat up to find soup and toast on the side table, he took his glasses and straightening he said, “You didn’t have to bring this up here, mum. I could’ve gone downstairs.”

“Oh, hush! I wanted to come up here anyway I need to talk to you about pregnancy since you obviously know nothing about it.” Molly said.

Harry felt awkward but realized he really needed help – though later on he would regret ever encouraging Molly to tell him of the many delightful facts about pregnancy. Molly went into the gory details of morning sickness and midnight cravings, and then mood swings and when she got to the labor pains Harry nearly didn’t want to go through with it. She described the pain of the contractions brought upon by the force of the pelvis being widened to provide a pathway for the baby to go through. Harry found himself swallowing hard at every gasp that Molly took because after the gasp came more frightening details.

Harry thought it would never end so when Arthur hollered downstairs he thanked the fates that he was spared the topic of stitches.

“Oh, let’s go downstairs.” Molly said. “Coming Arthur!”

“Well,” Harry said after a while. “Looks like you’re going to be an only child after all.”

***

It was now September and though Harry’s belly did not really grow that much in fact he hardly looked pregnant at all, Professor Snape told him he was not going to attend Hogwarts the normal way this year.

“You and I will use this Portkey to get there.” Professor Snape said.

“Why not the train?” Harry asked.

“Because no one must know you are there in the first place, Potter.” Professor Snape said.

“Weasley. Why can’t they know I’m there?” Harry said.

“Because nobody must know where you are. Right now they know you are here and as you can see the surroundings are filled with men in black,” Professor Snape pointed outside and Harry saw from a distance a few Knights standing guard. “They insisted on guarding the school this year as well, but then again they are all over England now. So those who are looking for you will find it hard to pick a specific location.”

“But I will still be able to attend the same classes, right?” Harry asked.

“Yes. You and Malfoy.” Professor Snape said.

Harry felt his ears burn, “Draco?”

“Yes, anything wrong with that, Potter?”

“Weasley! Yes, of course there’s something wrong with that, I know you think he’s reformed but how sure are we he’s not still working for them?” Harry said.

“Because Dumbledore seems to think so. You don’t question the Headmaster’s decision now, do you?” Professor Snape said. Harry could not answer, instead he just sighed. “I didn’t think so. Now get your wand and wear your robe. I don’t want to be late.”

The Portkey brought Harry to an isolated place in the castle. It was the Southern Tower; the winding stairs took them to a wide hall where sitting in one of the chairs was a boy with blonde hair and a mordant look on his face. He immediately scowled at the sight of Harry and feeling he should return the favor, Harry scowled back.

“Now,” Professor Snape said. “This will be your classroom from now on. Your room Malfoy will be the door to the left while yours Mr. Potter,”

“Weasley!”

“Will be the one on the right.” Professor Snape looked at Harry sarcastically. “I expect the two of you to behave yourselves and get along while you’re here. Understood?”

When Professor Snape left them, Harry turned to Draco who surprisingly did nothing to mock him. Snorting incoherently, Draco took his things, which Harry noticed was a small bag and books, and headed off to his room. Harry found it hard not to taunt him.

“Well, looks like the tables have turned.” Harry said.

“I don’t want trouble Potter.” Draco said.

“It’s Weasley, and you better not, because one word from me and you hit the streets.” Harry said.

Harry thought it would be rewarding to finally give Draco a taste of his own medicine but disturbingly he felt remorseful of it. Especially after Draco turned quietly and went inside his room without so much as a threat.

***


“So how are you and Draco getting along?” Hermione said.

Harry was sitting in his four-poster and eating a chocolate frog; he had to swallow the head that he bit off before answering her. “Oh, static. We go to every single class and we don’t even talk to each other. It’s getting boring really.”

Hermione sat beside him and fidgeted with the seams of the blanket. “You think he’s alright? Ron I mean,”

“You miss him don’t you?” Harry said.

“Well, I miss both of you,” Hermione said.

“No, you miss him.” Harry said.

Hermione frowned at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I know you still care for him, and it’s okay Hermione. I really don’t mind knowing you still carry a torch for Ron,” Harry said.

“Really?” Hermione said crossing her arms.

“You don’t need to hide it.”

“I thought pregnant women are supposed to be more sensitive, perhaps Nymphrodites are not.” Hermione said sarcastically.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I’ve just noticed how you’ve distanced yourself from me since Ron left.” Harry said. “Now, I don’t know if it’s because he left or because I’m pregnant with his child,”

“You’ve changed, Harry.” Hermione said shaking her head.

“Of course I’ve changed, I’m bloody pregnant, Hermione!” Harry snapped.

“No! You’ve changed even before that, this curse thing has consumed you!” Hermione yelled back at him. “Since you’ve read that book, you’ve thought of nothing but the curse,”

“And why not? You’ve read it, you know what they do, if you were me wouldn’t you think of nothing else?” Harry said.

Hermione fell silent. She stood and went to the window and looked out.

“I may not be in the same boat as you,” Hermione said.

“Damn right you are!” Harry said.

“But I still feel you’re taking this thing too far.” Hermione said.

Harry stood and angrily approached her. “Too far?”

“Yes, Harry, too far! Remember what happened with Sirius?” Hermione said.

“You’re saying that I killed Sirius?” Harry snapped.

“Well, if you hadn’t played the hero card back then, he wouldn’t have been in danger! Sirius would still be alive!” Hermione cried.

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry said. He turned and moved away for the words had cut through him like hot knife on butter.

“Don’t I? I warned you back then, and you didn’t listen. Now you’re doing it again, playing the curse-card with Ron and forcing him to marry you!” Hermione cried.

“I DID NOT FORCE HIM TO MARRY ME!” Harry yelled.

Hermione’s eyes burned with angry tears, “I was there, Harry! I was there that day! I saw the fear in his eyes, and I wanted to stop it!”

“Then why didn’t you?” Harry cried.

“Because…” Hermione said.

“Because what?” Harry said.

Hermione turned away and sat on a chair and buried her face in her hands. Her body shook with great sobs and her wailing alerted other ears and soon Draco’s head peered through the opening of Harry’s door.

“What’s all this noise?” Draco said.

“None of your business!” Harry snapped.

“Well if you’re going to make a lot of racket at least have the decency to close the door! Some people are trying to think out here!” Draco cried angrily.

Harry nearly felt glad that Draco was showing a bit of himself that he thought of pushing him a little further out, “Trying to think? Isn’t that a bit dangerous for you? You could get hurt!” But Draco just closed the door without a word and Harry felt frustrated. “Damn white ferret!”

“You’re turning into him, you know that?” Hermione said.

“What are you talking about?” Harry said.

“Listen to yourself, Harry! Look at what you’ve become,” Hermione said. “I’ve seen you far better than this, high and mighty, indeed! You think that because of this curse you have the right to push people like a chess piece!”

“You think I enjoy being like this?” Harry said.

“You’re certainly showing it.” Hermione said.

Harry shook his head, “Well I don’t! I hate the fact that I’m different, that I have this bloody scar, that I’m neither a he or a she, I’M AN IT! I’m a walking, talking, collection of bloody curses!” Harry took the book that lay on his bed and threw it with full force onto the floor. “I hate the fact that my parents are dead, that I have lived in utter misery in a house that showed no compassion for fifteen FUCKING YEARS!” Harry kicked the bed several times then sat on the floor bawling his eyes out. “I hate it! I hate it Hermione! I hate my life!”

“Everybody knows that, and those who love you are doing everything to make it better. And that includes me, Harry. So stop acting like you’re the only one making sacrifices because I lost Ron to you!” Hermione cried amidst angry sobs. “When he told me he was breaking up with me I asked him why, then he told me he was in love with you. How do you think that made me feel? I knew you were a Nymphrodite back then and I wanted to tell him, I wanted to scare him so much so he’d change his mind and come back to me.”

“So why didn’t you?” Harry said.

“Because I know it would make you happy. When you told me not to tell Ron I knew you felt something for him. You don’t need to be a wizard to know these things.” Hermione said. “It broke my heart, Harry. But I couldn’t bring myself to get angry with you knowing how much you’ve suffered.”

“Hermione…” Harry said weakly.

Hermione sat beside him. “That’s why I let Ron go through with the wedding Harry. Because I saw how happy it made you. You wanted this so badly I didn’t have the heart to stop it though every single part of me was screaming! I love him, Harry, I still do. I could have told him about the book, he would back out of it if he read it.” Hermione wiped Harry’s face. “But I saw how happy you were to have him that way. The only other time I saw that look on your face was when you were telling me about how you and Sirius will live together – away from the Dursleys, away from all that pain.”

Harry took off his glasses and wiped his face. “I know I’ve been selfish. I’m sorry, Hermione, I don’t want Ron to suffer because of me, and honestly sometimes I feel like I should have left him with you.”

“He’s where he belongs. He really loves you too. I know it’s not your fault that he has to go to New York. Maybe this will even turn out fine after all. I am happy for the both of you. I understand you more than you think,” Hermione said.

Harry wiped his face and reached out for Hermione. Somehow knowing that Hermione loved Ron this much made his burden lighter. Part of him knew that if anything happened to him because of the curse, he’s sure that Ron would be cared for and loved. Hermione was there. She’ll always be there.

“He may return to you yet.” Harry said after a while.

“Don’t say that.” Hermione said.

“No, Hermione I’m afraid the curse still has power over me. Everyday that passes I feel like something is coming I can’t see it but it’s there. It’s like side-vision - you see it there but when you look at it closely it’s gone. Right now I don’t see it, but deep inside I know I’m just waiting for fate to take control again. And it’s scaring me, Hermione. I’m afraid to leave Ron behind.” Harry said.

“It won’t happen, Harry. Ron would make sure that it wouldn’t happen.” Hermione said.

“You will be there for him won’t you?” Harry said.

“Harry, stop it, it’s not healthy to be thinking this way all the time.” Hermione said.

“Won’t you?” Harry said.

Hermione looked into Harry’s eyes for a while. “Yes, I will be. But he won’t need me, because you’ll be there.”


***


“All right that ends our lesson for today, be sure to prepare your essays for Monday, four parchments, no less.” Professor McGonagall said. Then she headed out the door. Draco sighed then took his things but he accidentally tipped the table and his inkbottle fell and emptied itself on the floor.

“Fuck!” Draco said.

“Here,” Harry said giving him his spare inkbottle.

“No.” Draco said.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still bloody arrogant! I know you can’t afford to buy another, so just take it.” Harry said.

Draco looked at him but turned away and headed off to his room. Harry knew he struck a sensitive note in Draco and feeling rather sorry for him he decided to be at least civil with his former enemy.

He went to Draco’s room and opened the door. To his surprise he saw Draco crying in front of the window and when he felt someone was inside the room he reeled around and said, “Who told you to come in here?”

“Look, I’m sorry okay.” Harry said, a bit taken aback by the sight of Draco in tears. He never thought he’d see the day Draco would be this weak and helpless.

“Get out!” Draco screamed.

But Harry went near to him and placed the inkbottle on his table. “You need this, we have lots to do this weekend. If you need help with the other essays just tell me, maybe we can work something together.” Then he left.

That night Hermione visited him again and tried helping him with his assignments. She also told him that the whole school had been talking about the Knights and why he, Ron, and Draco were missing this year.

“I told them that Ron has been sick and was given leave for at least a month.” Hermione said.

“Who’s the Quidditch Captain now?” Harry said.

“Well, I think they’re considering Ron for it, but he’s not here yet so it’s been put off. They’ve asked me about you more, wondering where you are, and whether you’d come back.” Hermione said.

“Oh, what did you say?” Harry asked.

“Well, I said, I don’t know.” Hermione said smiling.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Harry said. He stood and opened the door to reveal Draco outside with his Potions book and rolls of parchment in his arms. “Draco, come in.”

Hermione stood and for a while she and Draco looked at each other. Harry saw it and realized this might not be a good setup. But surprisingly Draco turned to him and said, “Maybe I should go.”

“No. Stay Draco.” Hermione said.

“Yes, stay. Let’s just forget what we all had to go through before and pretend it never happened.” Harry said.

Draco nodded then sat on the table opposite Hermione. Harry found it really strange seeing them both there as if they were friends. Somehow it didn’t look right, but felt right. He shook his head then joined them and all three worked on the essays that were given to them for the weekend.


***


NEW YORK CITY – Ron was running as fast as he can after a rogue Incubus who was found raping a muggle. Rio and Skyhawk flanked him and they threw a sai on the Incubus and it hit it on its legs. Ron then jumped on the fallen demon and with his sword cut off its head. But something else jumped him from behind and he fell to the ground. The beast pinned him with its huge feet and Ron felt like his neck was about to break, but Skyhawk severed its head and it fell dead on the pavement.

“You alright, Kemo Sabe?” Skyhawk said.

“Yes, thanks Sky!” Ron answered and took Skyhawk’s hand pulling himself up.

“That was close.” Rio said. “You’re getting better, trainee.” Then he gave Ron a high-five.

“Thanks.” Ron said. “Good thing this is tougher than metal. He could have broken my neck.”

“Yeah, we lost a couple of good knights that way too. These bad Asses have discovered how brittle we were and always went for the neck.” Rio said. “Let’s get back to HQ.”

Ron had to live as a muggle in New York working part-time as a store clerk in a 7-11 store, and then trained as a Knight when the sun goes down. He learned martial arts and sword fighting, as well as other weapons. As for Magic, Ron found out that they used very little of it though they were all capable. Ron found many books that had advanced lessons in magic that was not available in Hogwarts for it was bordering in the Dark Arts. He was given several potions that made him quite large developing his muscles at a rapid pace, draughts that made him faster, stronger, and agile. Indeed, in less than a month he was already capable of patrolling the streets of New York and on his first night out he was able to kill two Vampires and a werewolf.

He also took with him the book of the Gatekeepers and Rio saw him reading it every morning. Wondering why he did, Rio said, “It’s Dark Magic you know.”

“Yes, it’s a banned book where I come from.” Ron said.

“Then why are you reading it? I thought your school didn’t teach Dark magic. What’s it called again - Hogs that fly? Hogs with Warts?” Rio said.

“It’s Hogwarts!” Ron said. He threw a pillow at his roommate.

“Careful!” Rio said dodging the pillow. “The coffee is hot wand boy.”

Ron laughed. “I’m reading it, because someone told me I should.”

“Did you bother to ask why?” Rio took a sip from his coffee.

“Well, he gave this book knowing I was in love with a Nymphrodite, with specific instructions that I learn the passages by heart.” Ron said. “It’s got to be important.”

“How does it feel, Ron?” Rio asked.

“What?” Ron said.

“Falling in love with a Bearer? They say the experience is awesome!” Rio said.

“Yes it is. He and I were best friends before we discovered we were in love.” Ron said. “I can’t think of anything more magical.”

“I had a girl once she was my best friend too. We did everything together. Until her clan decided to join Aveddon.” Rio said.

“Where is she now?” Ron said.

“Oh she’s dead. Aveddon killed her – she wanted to end his reign so much she risked getting out information about his plans to the Bureau. She was caught of course and the punishment for her treason was death.” Rio said.

“Sorry.” Ron said.

“It’s okay dude. Been four years now. My heart has healed.” Rio said smiling at him.

“Do you think we’ll be able to stop Aveddon?” Ron asked. “I mean if he comes for Harry?”

“I’ve seen how he fights, he killed the one who trained me, Enrique. Nearly killed me too if it hadn’t been for Skyhawk. You’ve seen that long stitch mark on his back right? Well, Aveddon did that. He’s a bad SOB, Ron. Pray you don’t face him.” Rio said.

Ron sighed. It was a hopeless case it seems. Aveddon was an enemy that seemed to be even more impossible to defeat than Voldemort. “Well, I hope he doesn’t become best friends with Voldemort.”

“You know I read once that that Voldemort tried to get him to join his little war. Aveddon refused. I don’t think he’ll change his mind anytime soon. Though the news of the Iranna will make some of his constituents go against his orders and seek the Bearer out. The Incubi are not very loyal beings. If they see any chance of them getting an Iranna they will leave Aveddon.” Rio said.

“I know. Uriel just did that. He’s now working for Voldemort.” Ron said.

“That’s what you have to worry about Ron. Aveddon may not be there yet, but if they succeed in getting the Iranna, there’ll be more Aveddons to deal with. When that time comes, you can kiss your ass goodbye. The world will end and everything will be over.” Rio said. “Maybe you should read that book, learn it by heart, Defender. You may need to close one of the gates.”


***

Harry was pacing his room. It was the first day of October and Ron was supposed to come back today. It was now midday and still there was no sign of Ron. Harry walked around again and then went to the window. He could see nothing but the cliffs. Then the door opened and Harry turned around excitedly but standing there was a Knight with his hood over his head.

“Oh, what is it Knight?” He asked.

The knight then took off his cloak and revealed a familiar face. “Hello Harry.”

“RON!” Harry cried and he ran to him and Ron took him into his arms and kissed him. “You’re late!”

“Shut up!” Ron said and took him in his arms again and kissed him nearly crushing his lips. “I miss you!” Ron said as he traced Harry’s face with his mouth.

Harry took off his robe and tried to take Ron’s uniform off but it was rather difficult to find something that will unravel it. “How do you take this damn thing off?” He cried with frustration.

Ron pushed a clasp on his neck and the whole thing fell off revealing a thick mass of well -sculpted torso. Harry gasped at the sight of him and saw the marks of his absence – here and there scars as long as five inches – Ron saw that it shocked Harry but he was not going to let this ruin their moment. He pushed Harry to the bed and there he took off one piece of clothing after another.

“Coloro-“ Harry said, he found it hard to conjure any spell when Ron started kissing his neck. “Oh shit! Coloro…Ron wait. The door…” Ron would not stop and he took off his leggings and his erection touched Harry’s thighs. Harry weakened immediately. His mind was flooded with passion and when Ron inserted himself in, Harry cried in ecstasy. “Ron…oh fuck…”

“I love you, Harry!” Ron whispered. His desire burned furiously inside that he could not control his pace. Ron took Harry with the urgency of a gale and Harry found his mind swirl as he felt the rush of elation filling his hips.

“Oh Ron…” Harry said whimpering. “Ron! Ron!” He cried as he convulsed under Ron’s grinding body.

Ron knew he was about to explode. He lifted Harry’s thigh so that he can insert himself fully and as he plunged Harry came again and Ron cried as the ferocity of the orgasm took them both. Then he lay on top of Harry, both of them breathing hard from their lovemaking. He slowly took himself out and covered them both with the blanket as they lay together on the bed.

“Four months, Harry. Four months.” Ron said.

“I know,” Harry said still breathing hard.

Then they heard a door close outside and Harry realized Draco could have heard them.

“What?” Ron said.

“I think Draco just got a good idea how I got this.” Harry said pointing to his belly.

Ron then placed his hand over Harry’s stomach and felt a patter. “What the?”

Harry laughed, “You feel that?”

Ron moved his hand and tried to feel it again. Then it happened, he felt the tapping. “Is it?”

“Yes, it’s your son.” Harry said.

Ron slowly lowered himself and kissed the mound. “I still can’t believe it, Harry. There’s someone there.” His voice cracked a little.

“I think he’s saying welcome home, daddy.” Harry said.

Ron bent over and kissed Harry gently. “Welcome Home indeed.”