The Most Difficult Of All Our Tasks
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
26,806
Reviews:
76
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Should Have Thought Of That Sooner
-- Just so you know, I've decided to post a new chapter for every hundred 'hits'. I don't want to beg for reviews or say "I'll post a new chapter when I get x reviews" but reviews are very nice things to read, k? MUST NOT BEG. SP
Chapter the Ninth – Should have thought of that sooner.
Harry lay quietly on his bed, arse sore from another session with Lucius Malfoy.
The bastard sure knows how to fuck. Harry thought as he reached for a vial of potion to down. He drank it, wincing as always. The stuff was disgusting. What was it about medicine that meant it had to taste disgusting? Without warning his stomach cramped hideously.
“Oh God,” he whimpered as he rolled onto his side and tried to curl on himself.
The pain stopped and Harry panted.
“Shit that hurt,” he muttered as he struggled out of bed.
Harry was eight and a half months pregnant and fed up with the whole process.
I just want the damn baby born. He complained as he brushed his teeth. His hand slowed as a thought occurred. Something he should have thought of a long time ago and which, somehow, hadn’t crossed his mind.
“How do I give birth?!”
***
“Harry? What the fuck?!” Jack slurred out, standing at her door. She took in her friend’s dishevelled appearance and let him in.
“Lemme get dressed,” she said and headed off towards the stairs that led to the private quarters of The Frog’s Legs.
“Ok, what’s the problem?” she asked, ten minutes later, looking flushed, having allowed Harry up into her flat.
“How do I give birth?” Harry asked, panicked.
Jack squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of her eyes before looking at him steadily. “You’ve nearly gone full term without thinking about that?”
Harry looked embarrassed.
“Ok,” she began, “hopefully you know how women give birth.” She looked at him a little desperately, relieved when he nodded. “Thank god,” she muttered under her breath. “Right, well, a bloke is lacking some of the basic equipment that girls have, and guys’ hips aren’t designed to allow a baby to pass between them, so you can’t give birth like a woman. Instead, what’ll happen is as you get close to your baby’s birthing day, whenever he decides to finally join us, you’ll suffer cramps, similar to contractions in women.”
“I had one this morning,” Harry said, surprised.
“Oh. Can I look at your stomach?”
A little confused, Harry agreed, and lifted the tent like T shirt he was wearing to expose his swollen body.
Jack dropped to her knees and examined him closely, fingers running lightly over the stretched skin of his belly. It felt odd to the man and he focused his attention on the furnishings in Jack’s home. He’d never been allowed into the flat ‘above the shop’ before and he was surprised at how opulent it looked. He’d never really figured Jack for surrounding herself with the best of everything. For one he didn’t see how she could afford it, the pub, he knew, had cost her a pretty penny and nearly bankrupted her in the early days.
“Ah ha!” Jack cried triumphantly, one finger running up and down the same thin area on Harry’s stomach.
“What?”
“Here,” she said, guiding his hand to where she had been stroking. “Can you feel how much thinner your skin is here? Well, when Harry Junior,” she refused to call the boy by the name Harry had said he was going to give his son, “makes his appearance, your stomach will split here, allowing him to get free.”
“My stomach is gonna split into two?!” Harry shrieked.
“Yeah,” Jack answered, “and, I’m told it hurts. Sorry.”
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Harry moaned hyperventilating, “I can’t do this. He’ll just have to stay in there. I can’t do this. I can’t!”
Jack scurried to her feet and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned breathlessly carrying a paper bag. “Here, breathe into this.” She gave him a few moments before she spoke again, “It is ok, Harry, really it is.”
“Oh yeah?!” Harry said from inside his paper bag, “I don’t see a baby coming out of a hole in YOUR stomach!”
“Harry!” she snapped, “Stop being so self pitying and PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!”
The distressed man looked at her. He’d never heard Jack lose her temper before.
“Sorry.” She offered. She sat down before carrying on: “I’ve got a lot on my plate at the moment. My creditor is demanding payment and things might get a little ugly.” She groaned as if in pain.
Interested in spite of his own worries, Harry commented, “I thought the pub was doing well,”
“It is, but you know I told you I went through a sticky patch a couple of years ago? I was lent some money then and well, my creditor is calling in the debt.” She looked intently at her friend.
Feeling as if Jack were asking for help in some way, Harry asked, “Anything I can do to help?”
Jack gave him another look that he couldn’t interpret. “Yes, but I’m not sure how.”
-- Hope you liked. Again, I'm not begging for reviews - yet. In the next chapter Harry's son is born , you'll learn his name (bonus points to whoever gets the literary reference), and Severus makes a welcome reappearance. SP
Chapter the Ninth – Should have thought of that sooner.
Harry lay quietly on his bed, arse sore from another session with Lucius Malfoy.
The bastard sure knows how to fuck. Harry thought as he reached for a vial of potion to down. He drank it, wincing as always. The stuff was disgusting. What was it about medicine that meant it had to taste disgusting? Without warning his stomach cramped hideously.
“Oh God,” he whimpered as he rolled onto his side and tried to curl on himself.
The pain stopped and Harry panted.
“Shit that hurt,” he muttered as he struggled out of bed.
Harry was eight and a half months pregnant and fed up with the whole process.
I just want the damn baby born. He complained as he brushed his teeth. His hand slowed as a thought occurred. Something he should have thought of a long time ago and which, somehow, hadn’t crossed his mind.
“How do I give birth?!”
***
“Harry? What the fuck?!” Jack slurred out, standing at her door. She took in her friend’s dishevelled appearance and let him in.
“Lemme get dressed,” she said and headed off towards the stairs that led to the private quarters of The Frog’s Legs.
“Ok, what’s the problem?” she asked, ten minutes later, looking flushed, having allowed Harry up into her flat.
“How do I give birth?” Harry asked, panicked.
Jack squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of her eyes before looking at him steadily. “You’ve nearly gone full term without thinking about that?”
Harry looked embarrassed.
“Ok,” she began, “hopefully you know how women give birth.” She looked at him a little desperately, relieved when he nodded. “Thank god,” she muttered under her breath. “Right, well, a bloke is lacking some of the basic equipment that girls have, and guys’ hips aren’t designed to allow a baby to pass between them, so you can’t give birth like a woman. Instead, what’ll happen is as you get close to your baby’s birthing day, whenever he decides to finally join us, you’ll suffer cramps, similar to contractions in women.”
“I had one this morning,” Harry said, surprised.
“Oh. Can I look at your stomach?”
A little confused, Harry agreed, and lifted the tent like T shirt he was wearing to expose his swollen body.
Jack dropped to her knees and examined him closely, fingers running lightly over the stretched skin of his belly. It felt odd to the man and he focused his attention on the furnishings in Jack’s home. He’d never been allowed into the flat ‘above the shop’ before and he was surprised at how opulent it looked. He’d never really figured Jack for surrounding herself with the best of everything. For one he didn’t see how she could afford it, the pub, he knew, had cost her a pretty penny and nearly bankrupted her in the early days.
“Ah ha!” Jack cried triumphantly, one finger running up and down the same thin area on Harry’s stomach.
“What?”
“Here,” she said, guiding his hand to where she had been stroking. “Can you feel how much thinner your skin is here? Well, when Harry Junior,” she refused to call the boy by the name Harry had said he was going to give his son, “makes his appearance, your stomach will split here, allowing him to get free.”
“My stomach is gonna split into two?!” Harry shrieked.
“Yeah,” Jack answered, “and, I’m told it hurts. Sorry.”
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Harry moaned hyperventilating, “I can’t do this. He’ll just have to stay in there. I can’t do this. I can’t!”
Jack scurried to her feet and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned breathlessly carrying a paper bag. “Here, breathe into this.” She gave him a few moments before she spoke again, “It is ok, Harry, really it is.”
“Oh yeah?!” Harry said from inside his paper bag, “I don’t see a baby coming out of a hole in YOUR stomach!”
“Harry!” she snapped, “Stop being so self pitying and PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!”
The distressed man looked at her. He’d never heard Jack lose her temper before.
“Sorry.” She offered. She sat down before carrying on: “I’ve got a lot on my plate at the moment. My creditor is demanding payment and things might get a little ugly.” She groaned as if in pain.
Interested in spite of his own worries, Harry commented, “I thought the pub was doing well,”
“It is, but you know I told you I went through a sticky patch a couple of years ago? I was lent some money then and well, my creditor is calling in the debt.” She looked intently at her friend.
Feeling as if Jack were asking for help in some way, Harry asked, “Anything I can do to help?”
Jack gave him another look that he couldn’t interpret. “Yes, but I’m not sure how.”
-- Hope you liked. Again, I'm not begging for reviews - yet. In the next chapter Harry's son is born , you'll learn his name (bonus points to whoever gets the literary reference), and Severus makes a welcome reappearance. SP