Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By Mizzfreestyle

Edited by Missy Padfoot

A/N: I’m taking off again and I don’t know when I’ll return, and since I received so many heartwarming, frantic reviews, I decided to post a little early.

Posted on July 30, 2008

Chapter 20:

“Parturition”

Somehow, the baby had flipped and Harry could feel the child’s legs kicking frantically against him from the top of his artificial womb instead of from the bottom center. Harry braced himself. He turned over so that he was on his knees and elbows, recalling that unlike witches, wizards had to bend over on their knees when giving birth. “Oh my god!”

Kreacher snapped his hands and the loose shorts on Harry vanished along with his briefs. “What does Master feel?”

Harry felt like smacking the elf. “What do you think, Kreacher?! I’m in pain!”

Kreacher shrank away and then cringed. “Master gets violent when in pain.”

Another wave of pain washed over Harry and the wizard found himself spontaneously spreading his legs, lowering himself to the bed, and giving into his maternal instincts.

The baby’s head wasn’t gentle like Snape’s fingers. It didn’t coax him and gently prepare him; it mercilessly stretched him in ways he never thought were possible. The head viciously demanded to be let through and all Harry could do was succumb and scream. He didn’t feel ready. Something was off. He felt like he needed more time, but there wasn’t anymore. “Push, Master! Push!”

Push? The baby was waging war with Harry’s lower interiors and winning. Harry didn’t think pushing was going to do anything more other than add to his stress and discomfort. The way his sweat ran down his face irritated him, the cheers and commands from Kreacher hurt his ears, the way his body arched over the bed tired him, and even thinking stressed him out.

From behind, bloody began to drip little by little. Kreacher reached for a towel by the bedside and placed it beneath Harry. Then while the blood became thicker and heavier, Kreacher bewitched the towel so that it may absorb blood and keep it from leaking.

“Master must push!”

“Shut the hell up!” Harry clenched the bed sheets and tried burying his head into the pillows. Tell me to push one more time, and I’ll fucking shit blood in your face! Harry didn’t feel in the least bit shameless being naked in front of the elf. When in the process of giving birth to something with a head the size of a coconut, the only thing he did feel was pain. A relentless, uncontrollable pain.

Then, just when Harry thought he had reached the peak of his displeasure, he felt the pain killers subside. “Fuck my life!”

Harry had enough. If pushing would assuage his distress, Harry would push until his intestines came out.

He braced himself then pushed.

“Breathe, Master! Don’t forget to breathe!”

Harry had almost forgotten about that.

He breathed and pushed. Breathed again then pushed harder.

“D’you… see anything?” Harry asked between pants.

Kreacher’s ear perked and his eyes widened. “Master! I see young Master’s head!”

Finally… The end must be near, or so Harry hoped.

Then, Harry’s breathing pace sped up as the baby caused him more distress. “I sh… ould’ve… lubricated… my… ah! … walls… nnn!”

The child was tearing his skin and brutally shoving his bones aside even more so than before. It was hell on earth. Otherwise, like the Cruciatus.

Harry’s sweat drenched him and his blood filled the towel. Soon, Kreacher had to replace it with another one. “Master! The head is almost out!”

Harry didn’t dare look behind. He didn’t want to see anything more. He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to have his baby then die. Just die. How women do this multiple times willingly?

“How much longer?!”

“Keep pushing, Master!”

It was almost over. Harry knew that for sure this time. He pushed and pushed and pushed with all his might.

Minutes later, he felt the remaining body of his child fall out of him along with his temporary womb and an overwhelming feeling of relief claimed him. Harry fell onto the bed and felt one last sting as Kreacher cut the umbilical cord that joined him and his baby. “Oh god…” Harry didn’t have any strength left in him. He didn’t even have the will power to keep his eyes open. The last thing he saw was a quill scribbling something down on the desk and seconds later, all went black. The last thing Harry heard was his baby’s beautiful cries.

A/N: Sorry, this was yet another short chapter. Please review, for they really do motivate me to update regularly.