Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By Zega

Edited By Missy Padfoot

Chapter 19:

“Pain Makes Master Mean”

“Kreature?”

“What has happened to Master? Kreature is confused.” Kreature impulsively hurried forwards as if being called for and pressed a hand to Harry’s stomach. “Has Kreature fed Master too much? Is Master sick? Kreature is sorry for making Master fat!”

Harry tried to assure Kreature it wasn’t his fault. “No, Kreature. It isn’t what you think. I’m not fat. I am alright. Really.”

“Tell Kreature what has happened!” His huge eyes were glistening. His mouth was still hanging loose in disbelief. The confused elf was terrified.

“Hush, Kreature. I’m pregnant, that’s all.”

The elf took a few steps back as if to shy away. “That’s all? What? Kreature is confused. Kreature thought Master was a wizard.”

“I am a wizard, Kreature. Wizards can get pregnant too.”

Kreature’s huge, battered up ears raised themselves in shock. “Kreature thought only witches could have babies. Master is having a baby though?” Kreature held his hands and nodded. “Kreature is most excited.” Harry could see confusion lingering in Kreature’s eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes, but Kreature has a question.”

“Yes?”

Kreature raised a finger and another finger and pushed their tips together. “Kreature doesn’t understand. How did Master do it?”

It was Harry’s turn to turn red and drop his jaw. He begun, “Well, you see, Kreature…”

Quickly, the elf changed his mind, “No! Kreature does not want to know!” Kreature covered his ears quickly then vanished.

And Harry hardly saw the elf for the rest of the week.

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“Confound these pains! Confound them all!” Harry rolled onto his sides and moaned. He was crumbling in total agony and didn’t know what part of him demanded more attention. His entire body was aching! He felt cramps in his back, in his legs, in his feet, but rather extensive pain around his hips. “Ooooo!” Not all the moaning and groaning in the world would help him.

He closed his eyes and suppressed his tears. He rolled back onto his back and tried to straighten himself out, but every time he moved, he found himself stricken with even more discomfort. Worse, new pain was building up on top of his already sore muscles.

“Fuck my life!” Harry was so busy trying to figure out how to manage his pain, that he didn’t notice the sweat rolling off his face and chest.

For a moment, the pain subsided and Harry sat up. He needed to find that bloody elf and demand his assistance. If this was only the beginning of his torment, then he was going to need a pain relieving potion and quickly.

In fact, he was going to have to stock up on several pain killers.

“Kreature!” You bloody elf, where are you?!

Harry reached for a cane and pushed himself off the couch. His stomach had grown even more so and it was to the point where Harry couldn’t even hide it with his over sized shirts. Another thing, it was incredibly difficult to walk and if Harry did manage to get up, he couldn’t stay up for very long. Hell, he was lucky if he managed to get across the room.

I feel like a fat ogre. My body wasn’t built for this. Harry inhaled and exhaled each time he took a step forwards. “Kreature!” Where was that bloody elf? Harry swore, He had better not be looking at porn.

When Harry reached the stairs, he didn’t bother climbing them in fear of breaking his water. Instead, he reached for his broom and rode it slowly to the top before he dismounted and then noticed light peaking out from beneath the far door. Harry took his cane in hand and marched over as quickly as possible. Damn it, Kreature.

My, Harry was an angry, pregnant man.

He opened the door, ready to catch Kreature in some devious deed. Instead, he caught Kreature holding a book featuring wizard pornography. The picture was that of two men embracing while one entered the other. Harry’s eyes narrowed. There was nothing like magical pornography. There was movement, sound, and… everything.

Kreature’s eyes dropped.

“Kreature!”

Kreature threw the book to the side and braced himself against the shelves. “Kreature is sorry!” Obviously the elf was embarrassed and his trembling suggested fear.

“What are you doing?”

“Kreature was confused and Kreature wanted to know.” Kreature then reached for the book again and Harry didn’t bother stopping him. “But Kreature knows now! Kreature has learned!” Kreature pointed to the two males and then to penis and the anus. “Master was this wizard,” Kreature had pointed to the man lying on the bed with his legs around the other’s hips. Slowly, Kreature pointed at the other male and continued, “And this wizard is Master’s mate.”

Harry’s cross arms fell and he stared longingly at the wizard dominating the other.

Severus…

It was evident that Harry felt anguish looking at that picture and Kreature caught every second of it. “Has Kreature hurt Master?”

“No.”

Then the pains started up again and Harry crumbled to the floor.

“Master!”

Kreature rushed to Harry’s side and asked, “What has happened?”

“I’m getting ready to have my baby, Kreature, and I need your help.”

The delighted elf placed a hand to his chest and said, “Master requires Kreature’s help? Kreature is honored.”

With one snap, Harry had been raised from the ground and Kreature was bringing Harry to his bed. “Master must stay in bed. Master is in a lot of pain.”

A quick snap later and Harry was lying on his soft mattress and pillows. He moaned aloud and Kreature asked, “If Master permits it, Kreature would like to go into town and bring back some potions.”

“Pain killers… Need Pain killers. Please go.”

Harry’s eyes shut tightly and his hands gripped his bed and pulled at the sheets. Feeling that torturing his bed wasn’t enough, he then began to bite his pillows and scream into them.

I hate this. I am never getting pregnant again!

Being pregnant and near labour made Harry hate life and everything else.

Every time he thought, he felt pain. Every time he breathed, he felt pain. Every time he moved, he felt sharp pain.

Arg! I’m going to punch Snape next time I see him!

At some point between hating life and hating Snape, Harry felt himself drift off and he welcomed sleep immensely.

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Hours, many hours later, Harry was disturbed by these crooked, scrawny brown hands. “Master, Kreature has brought food and Master can’t take the potion on an empty stomach.”

Harry raised himself with Kreature’s help and eagerly accepted the soup he was offered. It was warm, creamy, and flavourful. “Thank you,” Harry whispered as he finished off the bowl in no time.

Once he had licked the bowl clean, Kreature passed a purple glass bottle to Harry and said, “Drink.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a pain reliever, Master. Nice fellow at the store told Kreature it was for pregnant wizards. It’s to help with cramps and other aches.”

Harry snatched the bottle from Kreature and shot it down. Quickly afterwards, he fell onto his pillow and smiled as felt the potion’s magic alleviate every single sore he had.

Two minutes later, and Harry felt like he could play Quidditch again.

“Thank you,” Harry whispered as he stroked his stomach and then sheets. “I’ve been preparing since fall last year for this.”

Kreature stood at the edge of the bed and watch Harry as the boy turned over and fell asleep again. Once Kreature was sure Harry was in a deep sleep, he pulled the blankets over Harry and said, “Sleep, Master. Kreature will be here.” He then turned to look at the massive bulge beneath the blanket and said, “And soon, young Master will be here too.”

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Immense pains continued on for a few more days and Harry began to wonder if that was normal. Sure, every pregnancy was different, but this was just too much. Sleep was becoming a luxury and Harry had a hard time determining whether he was becoming immune to the pain relieving potions or if his aches were getting just that much worse. “Kreeeea… turrrre.” Harry would cry out for his elf in the middle of the night and demand a stronger dose. Harry knew he was due in maybe a few days at the most, but come on. This was ridiculous.

The elf, however, would reply, “No, Master. Master can only have one every five hours.”

“I demand a stronger pain killer!” Harry reached the hairs on his head and felt like distracting his agony by pulling on them. It didn’t work. The discomfort he felt around his lower regions went way beyond anything he had ever felt.

“Make it go away…”

“Kreature can’t. Kreature is only an elf.”

Harry was ready to summon Snape… maybe Dumbledore. Might as well call the entire Order and demand they make potions for him.

“Too much… pain. Can’t… take it.”

It was back to abusing the bed and pillow.

And then, he felt it.

Water.

Warm water slipping between his legs ensued by possibly the worst pain he has endure as of yet.

He threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling. This was it.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review.