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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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1,196
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2
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A bad day
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A Bad day
I must apologise.
Yesterday was a bad day. I get them sometimes, when I doubt my life…well the times when I’m with him. The rest of the time I spend with Gran is not life-its routine.
My garden is life though, in more ways than one you could say. Flowers are fertility-I grow fertility. Strange that, I would love to have children of my own, a little girl would be lovely.
It’s become more feasible now for men to have babies. There has been a lot of experimentation. At first the experiments were utter failures, a lot of test subjects died…wizards they were.
Now though there is a potion you can take if you apply for it through the ministry and go through thorough medical examinations and such. It takes a long time and there is only a sixty percent chance of success and there is a five percent chance of fatality.
I would consider it worth all of it.
Even muggles are experimenting with the idea of male pregnancy, only they use mice as test subjects.
Sometimes I feel muggles are much smarter then wizards. Magic is just a lazy way of getting things done and achieving what you want.
Never underestimate muggles. Considering what they’ve invented to exist without magic it would be a mistake to dismiss them as simple.
But I digress. I often do, Gran despises it, my ability to lose myself in my thoughts. Only I think she thinks that it’s more simple things stump me than me actually thinking.
Neville she says, you think to much and work to hard, slow down a little, you look after me so well you deserve a break now and then, I simply smile and carry on, she doesn’t mean it. She considers me looking after in her old age and keeping her out of the retirement home repayment for her taking me in when I was little. In a way I suppose it is.
He doesn’t agree, he often tells me I should bung her in a home and live my life. Are you going to take me away? I ask.
No. He says.
Then I would not be living my life, I reply.
See I’m doubting again. I am unhappy with our arrangement…I know this, but what would life be like without it?
I’m reading some boring drivel by the gas fire and keeping an ear out for Gran in case she needs anything, when an owl taps imperiously on the window.
It can’t be him, I think. He never contacts me so soon after a meeting-never the next day anyway.
Moving to the window I open it and give the owl a treat before taking the letter and sending it on its way. It won’t move so I surmise it wants a reply.
Quickly I read it. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.
My dearest Neville.
Cecile and Courtney are leaving for Venice tomorrow, which means I will have the house to myself. I extend an invitation for you to come for dinner in two days time.
Please send your reply with William and I shall expect you at eight o’clock.
…
P.s. Arrange to stay the night.
I hate that, how he just presumes I will come, even though I know I will go just as he does. I am tempted to say I don’t know just to piss him off…but I can’t.
Quickly I pen the reply.
Yes…of course I’ll come.
PLZ R&R
Enjoy!
A Bad day
I must apologise.
Yesterday was a bad day. I get them sometimes, when I doubt my life…well the times when I’m with him. The rest of the time I spend with Gran is not life-its routine.
My garden is life though, in more ways than one you could say. Flowers are fertility-I grow fertility. Strange that, I would love to have children of my own, a little girl would be lovely.
It’s become more feasible now for men to have babies. There has been a lot of experimentation. At first the experiments were utter failures, a lot of test subjects died…wizards they were.
Now though there is a potion you can take if you apply for it through the ministry and go through thorough medical examinations and such. It takes a long time and there is only a sixty percent chance of success and there is a five percent chance of fatality.
I would consider it worth all of it.
Even muggles are experimenting with the idea of male pregnancy, only they use mice as test subjects.
Sometimes I feel muggles are much smarter then wizards. Magic is just a lazy way of getting things done and achieving what you want.
Never underestimate muggles. Considering what they’ve invented to exist without magic it would be a mistake to dismiss them as simple.
But I digress. I often do, Gran despises it, my ability to lose myself in my thoughts. Only I think she thinks that it’s more simple things stump me than me actually thinking.
Neville she says, you think to much and work to hard, slow down a little, you look after me so well you deserve a break now and then, I simply smile and carry on, she doesn’t mean it. She considers me looking after in her old age and keeping her out of the retirement home repayment for her taking me in when I was little. In a way I suppose it is.
He doesn’t agree, he often tells me I should bung her in a home and live my life. Are you going to take me away? I ask.
No. He says.
Then I would not be living my life, I reply.
See I’m doubting again. I am unhappy with our arrangement…I know this, but what would life be like without it?
I’m reading some boring drivel by the gas fire and keeping an ear out for Gran in case she needs anything, when an owl taps imperiously on the window.
It can’t be him, I think. He never contacts me so soon after a meeting-never the next day anyway.
Moving to the window I open it and give the owl a treat before taking the letter and sending it on its way. It won’t move so I surmise it wants a reply.
Quickly I read it. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.
My dearest Neville.
Cecile and Courtney are leaving for Venice tomorrow, which means I will have the house to myself. I extend an invitation for you to come for dinner in two days time.
Please send your reply with William and I shall expect you at eight o’clock.
…
P.s. Arrange to stay the night.
I hate that, how he just presumes I will come, even though I know I will go just as he does. I am tempted to say I don’t know just to piss him off…but I can’t.
Quickly I pen the reply.
Yes…of course I’ll come.
PLZ R&R