It wasn't supposed to be like this

I know I'm late but please forgive me because I have so much to do at school and at work but I try and I want to finish this so hang in there okay?

Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, the father of the baby is far from who he would have wanted to be. Draco loves Harry, Harry loves Ron, even when Draco does all he can to help Harry during the pregnancy Harry still only have eyes for his best friend

Pairings:DM/HP mentions of HP/RW and NL/MF

Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language

Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!

Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

End Disclaimer!

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!

It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This

Chapter 14: Questions, answers and more question

Harry felt like jumping up from the bed and locking the door so that the healer couldn't come inside, he had to force himself to stay put.

Time seemed to go in slow motion when the door opened and Harry felt his own heart beat loudly in his ears. He gripped Draco’s hand with so much force he could actually hear Draco hiss in pain.

A short man (about 5.3 ft tall) came inside; he was clad in a green healer uniform that was stretched over his large and round stomach. He had almost no hair except some grey patches just above his ears and his eyes seemed abnormally large behind his big thick glasses. He had a friendly face (even if he looked like he was somewhat insane) and a large smile that seemed to brighten up the room a little and oddly enough made Harry feel less frightened and nervous.

“Mr. Potter!” He said with an even larger smile. “How lovely it is to meet you! My name is Frisk Taweret and I will be your healer here at St. Mungo's during your pregnancy.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and shook it enthusiastically before turning away from them to grab some gloves from a shelf.

“If you would Mr. Potter, please take off your trousers and underpants and then sit in the chair so I can examine you.” Harry stared wide eyed at the chair but still started to unbutton his jeans with shaky hands while Taweret continued to talk in that happy and enthusiastic tone that had now started to get on Harry’s nerves.

“Am I right when I say that you are here because Poppy here,” he gestured to Madame Pomfrey who seemed to be blushing slightly, “detected something neurological that seemed to be a bit off during a standard scan?”
Harry hissed when he sat down in the chair, it was very cold against his naked skin, he felt very embarrassed and ashamed even though both Draco and Madame Pomfrey were looking away from him. In the corner of his eye he saw (the still blushing) Madame Pomfrey nod in answer to the question.

He couldn’t help but feel slightly humiliated at sitting half-naked in front of them, well Madame Pomfrey wasn’t really an issue but Draco, and Mr. Taweret that he didn’t even know.

He felt slightly relieved when the healer placed a large towel over his private parts but the relief didn’t last long, Taweret took hold of his legs and placed them in the holders high up in the air which exposed all of him again, his only comfort was that Draco, who was standing beside his head couldn’t see anything because of the towel.

“Okay Harry this is how things are going to work, I will take this,” he held up a dark blue stick, that to Harry, looked like a very thin candle with a round ball at top instead of a wick, “ and put some lube on it, then I will slowly insert it in your rectum before pushing it inside your womb. It will hurt some but not so much because I will place a mild numbing spell on you.”

Harry felt like being sick, this was not what he had expected to happen, couldn’t they just have scanned him again?

As if reading his thoughts Taweret laid the stick-thing down and picked up a book that suddenly had appeared beside him, “this is how your body looks like inside,” he said pointing at the picture of a man’s lower abdomen and sex in profile cut in half, “this is the rectum and this is the large intestine - this is where the channel to your womb is,” Harry was surprised that this didn’t make him ill but instead made him feel a little safer to actually know what was going to happen, “that’s where the scanner will go through and then I’ll hold it there for about a minute to run a complete scan on the fetus to see if there is something wrong, do you understand?”

“Yes, and thank you for explaining it to me.” He said, though he still felt nervous and scared he didn’t actually feel like he was going to be sick anymore. Taweret smiled understandingly and laid down the book.

Harry squeezed Draco’s hand hard when he felt the small ball of the scanner press inside him, it was uncomfortable but not painful, mostly it felt cold. “I have to scan the baby from inside you otherwise your magic will interfere with the scanning, this way I get all the information I can from the child without any of your magic in the way,” the healer said with a concentrated frown on his face. “The magic in your skin is like a thin wall and is in a way a problem, much like a closed door is a problem for someone who is trying to eavesdrop on a conversation through said door, you can hear some that is said but not everything you wanted to know.”

Harry suddenly grimaced in pain and squeezed Draco’s hand hard. “Okay now we just have to wait for a minute and then you can dress again.” Taweret said and looked at his wristwatch.

Harry just lay there trying to find something to look at, he knew that if he by some chance became a healer he would attach pictures to the ceiling, because the minute seemed to drag out and become an hour and he felt very awkward lying there staring up at the white empty ceiling.

Trying to find something else to occupy himself with, he looked over at Draco who smiled in a reassuring way at him and squeezed his hand again. Suddenly, time sped up because the next thing he knew the pain was there again before Taweret drew the scanner all the way out of him.

“You can dress now if you like, Ill be back in a moment with the results,” the healer said before leaving the room.

Harry had a little trouble getting his legs down but succeeded when it looked as if Draco was going to go over and help him; something Harry did not want. Both Madame Pomfrey and Draco politely turned around while he dressed.

While they sat waiting (Harry in Draco’s lap) Harry again wished that there was some sort of pictures or art around to look at so that the waiting wasn't so agonizing.

Draco held him close and Harry wondered if the blonde was as scared as he was, he acted so calm and controlled but he knew that Draco must feel the fear just as much as he did.

He was a little startled when Draco’s chin settled on his shoulder and a hand came up to caress his tummy. It felt nice and relaxing so he lent back some to feel more of Draco’s comforting presence.

All kinds of scenarios ran through his head, the baby being deformed and very sick, the baby dying within him, and the worst one; the baby dying in his arms as soon as he touched it. That thought made him feel ill and start to tremble a little and he felt very grateful that he had Draco there to hold him and comfort him.

Taweret seemed to take forever and the time crawled by with every second feeling like an hour so when the door finally opened again Harry felt relief washing over him, the waiting had made him even more nervous and scared for the baby’s sake.

The healer smiled at him but Harry still could not let go of the thoughts that something was very wrong.

“I now have the answers from the scanning and I can safely say that is nothing life threatening,” Harry’s heart stopped for a moment before it speed up in relief and joy, only to stop again only a moment later, “however the child has a neurological disorder that will most likely affect it’s whole life.”

Those few words seemed to grip around his heart and squeeze so tightly he could barely breath, he could see himself with his child, years into the future, the child being sick and having to take different medicines several times a day, going to the healers every other week and the child being sad because it could not play or run about like the other children.

He felt tears in his eyes and desperately wanted to run out from the white clinical room, he didn't want to hear anymore about Draco’s and his baby being sick, he just wanted to forget all about it and pretend that their baby was healthy, but he knew he couldn’t, if their child was unhealthy he needed to know what to do to make it better, if he could.

“There is no need to panic,” the healer said obviously seeing their shocked and worried faces, “the child will not suffer because of his disorder, not physically at least.”

Taweret sat down opposite to them and Madame Pomfrey shifted to Harry’s and Draco’s side and watched the healer with great care; she needed to listen to everything he said in case the young parents were too shocked and upset to understand or even hear all the details.

“The disorder is called ADHD or ADD, it is a concentration disorder which will not really affect the child for some years. About half of the children that has ADHD grows out of it, the other half doesn’t.” He stopped for a while and seemed to think about what to say or how to say something which immediately made Harry feel even more nervous.

“ADHD symptoms are, among other things, short attention span, trouble with following rules and directions, forgetfulness, hyperactivity and acting impulsively. The child could also have trouble sleeping at night, sitting still for even short periods of time and have trouble being amongst those his or her age around puberty since he or she will be more active and maybe not interested in the same things.” Taweret stopped for a second to take a deep breath so Harry took the opportunity to ask a question that had popped up in his mind.

“You said that it won’t affect our baby for some years and I was just wondering when it will start to show.” He had relaxed somewhat after understanding that their baby wouldn’t suffer from something that would hurt or be painful.

Taweret looked up at him with an understanding smile and straightened his glasses before clearing his throat to answer the question. “Well, it’s hard to say as every child is different, most parents that have children with ADHD say that their children take longer time learning things, for example learning how to walk or talk. Later on it can be to understand rules or why he or she has to do something, like go to bed or eat up all the vegetables.” He cleared his throat once more and rose from his chair then he took out is wand and started writing numbers in the air.

“There are the three types of ADHD, the first one is where the child has loss of concentration and is hyperactive, the second one is when the child mostly has a hard time to concentrate and the third one is when the child is mostly hyperactive and impulsive. A child with the first type will have trouble with taking in and understanding new information as well as be still and calm, a child with the second type will have problems with taking in new information and will lose interest in things and activities in no time at all and a child with the third type will be very loud, have trouble sitting still and may be aggressive at times. I believe that your child will have the third type.” He pointed at the numbers with his wand.

“Children with the third type are in most cases very intelligent and like learning new things, but only things that they themselves want to learn. A ten year old with the third type of ADHD who liked math would probably have no trouble figuring this out.” Harry stared at the numbers but only got dizzy when he tried to figure out the answer so he let it be and focused on Taweret again.

“Your child will have more troubles with growing up than most children but he or she will not be in any pain or have any illnesses because of the disorder, it is not physically visible so he or she will look normal.” He erased the numbers that still floated in the air before he looked over at them. “Do you have any questions?”

Harry had a lot of questions but they were all in a large chaos inside his head so he didn’t know which to ask first, the silence from the others told him they were very much in the same state as he himself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you some folders and book recommendations and you can ask me any questions you have either via owl or when we see each other next month.” The healer said as he opened the door and accioed the folders too him. He then handed them over to Harry and Draco with a smile.

He looked at his wristwatch again and gasped surprised. “Oh my, I have to go now, I have another patient waiting but I’ll send you the time for the next appointment later Poppy, good day to you all.” He smiled brightly before hurrying out the door.

The shock and nervousness that had been with Harry most of the day gave away for exhaustion and a strange emptiness that felt very good compared too the panic that had had him in firm grip ever since Poppy told him something may be wrong.

In his suddenly drained state he sagged forward into Draco’s arms. “Harry, what’s wrong?” Draco said and tightened his hold on Harry.

Harry smiled a little against Draco’s shirt when he heard the caring and slightly worried tone. “Nothing is wrong, I’m just very tired, I want to go home and lie down,” he whispered.

He felt Draco kiss him on the head before rising with Harry still in his arms, he was lucky that Harry was too tired to argue about being carried. “Okay baby, I’ll take you home.” He said and followed Madame Pomfrey out the door and out of the hospital.

TBC
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