Weremouse

A/N: Well, I have to say, you guys are on the ball. I've had this planned out since before I even started writing this story. I Hope you like it. I'm having a little trouble getting the next few chapters the way I want them, but I'll post again soon. Read and review.
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FYI: Mice can become pregnant again within a few hours of giving birth. Definitely not as much as the last time.

Warning: Brief description of birth, but not much.

Disclaimer: Don't own, some broad in England does.

Chapter 44

Harry knew exactly what was happening; he had in fact planned it. Of course at the time he had been running high on hormone-induced urges. He was just glad that it had waited until after NEWTs were over and done with.

Harry really couldn’t believe he had been able to keep it a secret from not only Draco, but everybody else as well. Of course, Draco had helped by insisting that they be apart every full moon, i.e. Harry went to the Room of Requirement by himself, so as not to tempt any male weremice that might come around him. Harry put in a token resistance, but in the end went along with it to make Poppy and Severus happy, especially after they found out that he had removed Draco’s block. And it also helped that Draco didn’t mention when exactly Harry had removed it.

He looked over at his four babies, and smiled. Jasmine Raemi Delphine Potter, the newest addition, was a beautiful baby girl. He thought she looked like his mom. She had a few locks of wispy red hair and her eyes were blue, but they already had a hint of green in them. The four babies were laying curled up together. As he looked at them, he noticed that Jasmine was nearly as large as her three older siblings, even though they were 4 ½ months older. Of course, they had been tiny when they were born, and she had been the only one.

The triplets had doubled their birth weights. They could now sit up by themselves, roll over, and were always grabbing things and trying to put them into their mouths. Draco and Harry had had to completely baby-proof their rooms, especially since the triplets and Seethru seemed as if they would be crawling very soon. Harry had recently noticed that the cooing of his babies were actually weremouse speech, and Seethru seemed to have picked up some of it due to all the time she spent with the triplets. All four were starting to teeth. He wondered how long it would take Draco to notice that there was another baby.

Harry patted Seethru on her back, murmuring to her in weremouse speak. She was chewing on a teething ring. Harry was watching all four babies today because Poppy was collecting herbs, necessary for restocking the infirmary, and she had taken Severus, Remus, Draco, Hermione, and Ron with her, along with Winky and Dobby. Thus leaving Harry alone with the babies, and therefore alone when he finally delivered. Harry had been the one to actually recommend that this weekend would be the best time to collect the freshest, and best, herbs necessary for both healing and many potion’s ingredients. It also didn’t hurt his argument that the night before had been a full moon.

It had been an easy labor, taking only four hours from the first pains, before he was holding a new baby in his arms. Afterwards, he had cast a charm on himself that would prevent future pregnancies and would be impossible to remove during a full moon, so his hormones wouldn’t get the better of him. He had contacted a weremouse colony and they had been able to provide him with the charm, but had told him that it only worked during the estrous that occurred right after birth, and if cast during a pregnancy would cause problems for the babe.

He was also glad that Draco hadn’t been present for the birth, because after the last time he had made fun of the way Harry had acted and the things he had done during the birth. Also, Harry felt more comfortable by himself. He had always been a private person when it came to the more personal aspects of his life. After Draco had made fun of his actions during the last birth, he had also asked his contact about normal behavior of mothers during the birthing process, and had found that his was within the normal range for weremice mothers. They had also put him in contact with an experienced mother, named Lydia, who had coached him through what to expect with future pregnancies, and controlling his hormones. Something he would have to pass on to his daughters, and now also to Seethru. It turned out that since she had been given some of his milk, while it didn’t make her a weremouse, it had given her some traits of a weremouse. Each case was different; Lydia had told him that many variations had been seen, from no noticeable changes, to being able to change readily into a mouse as an animagus, to being almost a weremouse, except being able to transform. He suspected Seethru would fall somewhere in the middle.

Seethru finally settled down to silently chewing the ring, and he laid her down next to his four. Looking at the clock he realized it was almost time to feed them. He picked up Jasmine first and held her to his chest, allowing her to feed. Once she was settled in place, and he was laying on his side on the cot, he used magic to lift all 4 of the older babies over to him, something he did often, but not in the presence of others, and settled them each at a nipple, including Seethru, and allowed them all to feed. He had feed Seethru occasionally like this because he didn’t have the patience to feed each baby individually, and he didn’t want to leave her lying by herself while he fed the others. Once they had eaten their fill, Harry burped them before changing their diapers, Later he would clothe them in clean onesies, but for now he let them be naked, which they preferred. He would let them go without diapers occasionally, but now that he had all 5 he couldn’t watch them all for messes.

D2 and Seethru were soon rolling around on the floor together babbling at each other, mostly simple words like “Hi”, “Good food,” and “Look.” Harry had put out lots of soft squishy toys that they could grab and chew on. Gwen and James were chewing and slobbering all over some blocks together. Harry was holding a sleeping Jasmine in a sling against his chest as he played with the other four. He would levitate an object over and in front of them, moving it back and forth while they would watch it and try to grab it.

All of a sudden, Gwen got an angry look on her face, as he had held hers just out of reach for a couple of minutes, and squeaked, “Stop that, it’s mine!” And it flew into her waiting hands, and she gurgled happily as she chewed on her green “dragon” ring.

Detoo, James and Seethru all looked at her with jealousy in their eyes, then as one they turned back to their own floating toys, and said, “Mine!” repeatedly until all three toys had floated into their respective owner’s waiting hands. Harry instantly congratulated all four on their successful summoning, by picking them all up and tossing them into the air and catching them in his arms, using his magic to support them throughout. They all gurgled happily against him. He set them all back down, before picking up Gwen and blowing raspberries on her stomach, to which she responded by buzzing her lips together.


“Who’s the smartest little girl,” She smiled in return, “You are!” He buzzed her on the cheek, and she giggled. He gave her a quick kiss, before moving on to the other three, and giving them the same treatment.

He continued to play with the babies. He was in his half-way stage and so his fluffy tail was out and the babies loved pulling and chewing on it, which he let them, because he always was sure to keep it extra clean. He would also let them tug on his ears and hair.

Once their eyes started to droop, he laid them down to sleep, while he took a nap himself, so that he would be rested when Draco and everybody got back. He was always happy to get some alone time with the babies, but it was very tiring to look after all four, now five, babies.

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Harry had fed and changed all the babies again, before laying them down again. He then left the nursery and went to lay on the couch in the sitting room, leaving the door cracked, so that he could hear if any of the babies cried out. His eyes were soon closed…


A/N: Sooo, what did you think? How do you like the new babies name? The triplets are developing normally, or maybe slightly abnormally, but normal for weremice. Bu-bye for now. ^.^~