Break Me Down

Chapter 2: Secrets, Secrets

--D/H--

Harry sighed as he sat at the Gryfindor table in the great hall. In front of him lay a plate of pickles. On one side of the plate sat a cup of muggle soda and on the other was a jar of peanut butter with a spoon sticking out of is opening. As he picked up a pickle, he would take a spoonful of the peanut butter and lather the pickle in it.

Thoughts flew through his head as he popped the pickle into his mouth. Chewing slowly he couldn’t help to savor it. His eyebrows furrowed when his train of thought was back on track. He wondered why he was suddenly craving pickles of all things. Ever since he could remember he has hated pickles. But, here he was eating them. And, not only that but, they were covered in peanut butter, another thing he hated.

Not only that but, he had mixed mountain dew and dr. pepper together to make what was called a junk soda. It was pretty good too. This wasn’t the only strange thing going on with him either. In the mornings he would get sick, whether he had food in his stomach or not. He would also get dizzy if he stood up or turned too fast. And, he could swear that he had gained at least ten pounds over the past month.

After writing Hermione about it he was assured that it was probably only a small stomach virus. But, she honestly hadn’t a clue about his strange cravings. Normally, his favorite foods were roasted chicken, treacle tart, and hot dogs. But, now he couldn’t even think about them without getting nauseous. And, the things he ate now disgusting to say the least.

From pickles with peanut butter to medium rare steak with cottage cheese and Kit Kat bars with mustard. These things were supposed to make him sick to the stomach, but all thinking about them did was make him hungry. Harry sighed as he ate another pickle. All of these strange things were starting to take a toll on him and his emotions. When he really thought about it though, he was starting to act like a pregnant woman.

The boy froze in his chair as the thought flitted through his mind. Slowly, he stood and ran as quickly as he could towards the infirmary. As he arrived Madam Pomfrey was putting a new potion stock on the shelves. His nosy footsteps alerted her and she turned around with a smile on her face. It quickly disappeared after seeing Harry’s expression.

“Harry dear, whatever is the matter?” She questioned as she hurried to the boys side. After catching his breath Harry spoke.

“I need a pregnancy test.” He said as calmly as he could manage. The nurse looked confused as she looked at Harry before a look of realization crossed her face in horror.

“You don’t think…” She cut off not wanting to finish the sentence. Harry’s expression saddened.

“I’m having all of the symptoms. Nausea, dizziness, strange cravings, physical and emotional tiredness are the ones I’m having. The other day I actually snapped at Professor McGonagall.” Pomfrey nodded as she led him to a bed and asked him to lie down. After having raised his shirt Pomfrey waved her wand over his abdomen with a muttered incantation. A moment later a scroll popped out of thin air and she grabbed it before it could touch the ground.

Sadness crept into her features as she read the parchment making Harry’s stomach drop. “I am aren’t I?” he asked quietly. Only getting a nod in response he continued. “How far in?”

“Exactly one month and seventeen days.” Pomfrey spoke in a solemn tone waiting to see how the boy would react. Slowly, a smile crossed the boys’ features as he placed a hand on his slightly distended stomach.

“I’m going to have a baby, Poppy.” The woman was slightly shocked at the sentence and careful to say the right thing she spoke.

“Two,” She started causing Harry’s head to whip towards her. “Two babies Harry. You’re pregnant with twins.” A new emotion filled the boys eyes as he looked down at his stomach. Poppy knew the emotion well and she smiled in relief. Love glowed from the boys emerald eyes.

“Would you like to know their gender Harry?” Poppy asked knowing better than to tell a patient out flat. Harry slowly nodded. “Their girls Harry, fraternal girls.” A grin instantaneously crossed the boys face as he rubbed his stomach. He looked up at Poppy.

“How long until they’ll be born?” Harry questioned with the grin still plastered to his face.

“Four months. If my calculations are correct. They should be born around the middle of January.” Harry’s eye glowed in happiness. Then, his thoughts ran away with him. He needed to buy clothes and fix the spare bedroom he had into a nursery. There were so many things to do, heat crept up on the boy and he started to choke on the air that he was taking in. “Harry, Harry!” Poppy placed a hand on the boys shoulder and he immediately started to calm down.

“I’m okay.” He said and smiled as he looked up into the woman’s eyes. “I need to ask you that you tell no one Poppy. Even Albus. I don’t want this leaked to anyone.” Poppy looked confused. “I’ve known for a long time that Albus has been stealing money from me and been giving it to the Weasley’s. The only ones who didn’t know were Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Ron, and Hermione.” The nurse’s eyes widened.

“Oh, I am so sorry Harry.” She started but, Harry stopped her.

“It’s alright.” He said with a small smile. “I was told that Ginny won’t be coming back this year and that Fred and George are coming to complete their seventh year. So, the only person that I have to worry about finding out is Dumbledore. I don’t care if he knows that I am pregnant. But, I do not want him knowing any of the details.” Poppy nodded determinedly. “Thank you, Poppy.”

“You’re welcome Harry.” She said and brought the boy who was like a son to her into her arms.

--D/H--

Here is the second chapter. Thank you to those who reviewed before. Please let me know how this is, Thanks.