Much later, and a bit shorter than I wanted, but I finally finished this chapter :)
-3.6k words

WARNING: Harry gets morning sickness in the final scene [12th November]

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October 31st, 1997- Friday

Today, Harry noted, was Halloween. If Tom hadn't had the date circled on their calendar, he doubted he would have remembered, or even taken note until he was in the Great Hall, where the Halloween Feast was currently underway.

The festivities of the day had long lost their spark to him the past few years, but he wondered how his Mum and Dad were celebrating it with Dylan and Peony. He could imagine their enthusiastic reactions to all the decorations and fancy dress, his dad always going all out with piles of cobwebs and bowls filled with sweets. Harry mourned not being there to see what would likely be his baby brother's first memory of the holiday or to see Peony's now that she was a little older.

Still, he was sure his parents would take lots of photos, as they had for him and his sisters when they were younger. There were books full of them, although they had become scarce once Harry became a teenager and began to shy away from the camera, as his sisters currently were.

Today also marked Harry's third week of pregnancy, or twenty-one days since he conceived. It felt insane to him that he was already nearly a month along, especially since he'd recently been reading up on entries about Creature pregnancies to gain more knowledge. Harry knew he really should have started doing so before he got pregnant, but his heat cycle had been so unexpectedly fast that he'd barely noticed the few months go by.

Studies and personal accounts showed that Creature born children of the sturdier species, the Dragonborn and wixen, could be born as early as five or so months nowadays due to advancements in technology and medicine. That was a terrifying thought to him but relieving all the same.

He could give birth in a matter of four months to a lifelong commitment that he felt wholly unprepared for. That would be around early March, so he'd have a newborn or more to take care of during his exams. But it also meant a closer date to viability, one of his worries with the increase in miscarriages and stillbirths in the Creature community, especially in the longer-lived species. It was one of the main reasons their population was decreasing so rapidly over the past several hundred years or so, despite their lifespan.

A few hundred years ago, the average Fae Submissive, no matter which species they were mated to, barring shorter-lived species and Vampires, had over, or on their way to one hundred children by the time they were ten thousand. In contrast, it was predicted nowadays that Fae born after the year 1700 would have less than fifty.

Harry hoped that fate was on his side, and he had just the one baby for now, preferably one with a gestational period that would take him past graduation, but that he would have many more in the future. The sound of a large family was always a dream for him, although perhaps not as large as Creature families were. Did Elian even know all his Nieces and Nephews?

"Are you ready to head down for the feast, Harry?" Elian gently shook his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts. He resumed tying the laces of his shoes.

"Yeah, let's go. Where're the others?" He noticed abruptly the silence of the room, looking around to spot the missing shoes of his mates.

"They headed down when you were thinking. I didn't want to startle you, but they wanted to make sure there was enough food left." He explained, huffing in amusement when Harry grabbed him and jogged out of the room. "I'm sure there's plenty, they're just in a mood. If they understood more about Fae, they'd know you won't get too violent with them."

Harry stopped in his tracks and turned to face Elian with an incredulous eyebrow raised. "What do you mean 'violent'? When have I ever been violent?"

"You're pregnant. Pregnant Creatures see it as a slight if their mates aren't able to provide them with the foods they want, although that's more prevalent in Dragonborn and Vampire." He hummed. "And it's too early for that to begin, anyway."

"I hope it doesn't at all!" Harry breathed, beginning his march to the hall once more, now focused on the way his stomach grumbled. He heard Elian huff out a chuckle as he followed behind him steadily.

By now, he was used to the stares of the other students as he arrived with his mate and sat at the Slytherin table, ignoring the more disapproving, pointed ones of the Gryffindors who saw that particular move as 'traitorous'.

He'd show just how 'traitorous' he was when he won them the quidditch Cup for the seventh year in a row.

"Can you pass me the spuds?"

"Potatoes." Draco futilely injected, all too used to the 'muggle slang' his Mum had taught him. If only he heard the things his dad and Godfather came up with at the dinner table, he'd think Harry's slang more tolerable. He was passed the bowl of parsnips and potatoes by the man, who looked at him in disgust when he began to mash them, shovelling a fork full into his mouth with a contented hum of appreciation.

"Manners, Harry."

"Careful you don't choke on that."

" 'm not a ba'y." He muffled from behind his mouthful, ignoring the looks of disgust sent his way.

"That's disgusting, Potter!" However, he couldn't quite ignore the shriek of Parkinson, who sat next to Draco. She was trying her hardest to snuggle into his side, only stopped by his hand pushing her away. Harry frowned.

"Stop touching my mate, that's disgusting." He spat, reaching for his drink. He eyed her as she huffed, turning her nose up at him, and shifted closer to his mate once again.

Pansy, pretty much since their childhood, had been enamoured with the idea of being with Draco, marrying him and becoming the next Lady Malfoy, and up until a few months ago, he would've said she had a good chance. She was pretty, her family were extraordinarily rich, and she had been trained since birth to handle the matters of a Lady. He was sure she was one of the candidates the Malfoy's were discussing.

However, now, Draco was his , and Harry wouldn't stand for it.

"Pansy, please get off of me." Draco drawled in that smooth, disinterested tone he used outside of the confines of their rooms. She simply looked up at him with wide, brown eyes, and he sighed. "Pansy-"

"Miss Parkinson," Came Tom's smooth, but menacing voice from his side, and Harry froze at the menace injected into those words. The hand holding his cup shook slightly, and he frowned, placing it down with a thud. "If you would remove yourself from our mate, you are acting unsightly."

Harry looked at him then, feeling a chill run down his spine as his face heated up at the expression the man was wearing. His eyes screamed of destruction, but all Harry could feel was attraction as he observed the way his jaw clenched. He barely paid attention to the way Parkinson quickly pulled away, babbling nonsense as she scooted further down the bench. Harry was far too absorbed in staring at his mate.

Tom's eyes flitted to him then, and his lips twitched up into a breath-taking smile. Harry made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, snapping around to face Blaise on his other side instead. The boy looked equally enamoured with Tom but looked down to grace him with a teasing smirk.

The feast ended on a high note, with Harry snatching up a bowl of sweets to take back with him. He was dragged, practically buzzing, back up the flights of stairs and into their rooms and plonked onto the sofa by Tom. He then disappeared momentarily, reappearing with a fancily wrapped box in his hands.

"What's this for?" Harry asked as Tom passed him the box, watching as Blaise and Draco seemed to have a moment of realisation and rushed off to the room.

Tom smiled, tapping it. "A Samhain gift."

"We were supposed to get each other gifts?" Harry asked reedily, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment at not having anything to give in return. Similarly, by his side, Elian looked at a loss.

"No, of course not. I know neither of you celebrates Samhain, so I'm not expecting anything, and I doubt Draco or Blaise are either. I simply wished to share this celebration with you."

"But I still feel like I should have done something..."

Draco entered the room with a frown. "No, you shouldn't have. Don't feel as if it's an obligation just because we celebrate it. I never buy you one of those Eggs for Easter, and I'm sure Elian also has some Fae festivals in mind that we don't celebrate."

"Ah, yes, like the Sword Dance Festival !" Elian turned to him. "I bet you'd like it!"

"What did you just say?"

Harry translated it since the man had spoken in Fair tongue. "He said Sword Dance Festival. What's that about?"

"All mated Fae flock to the streets of the City and dance either alone or with their Fae mates to showcase their talents with swords and magic! It's incredibly fun, it's the busiest the City ever is! All non-Fae can only watch, but they'll still be down in the action. Da and Ma decided to do it last year, Father and Mother were so annoyed!" He explained happily, and Harry felt enthused just listening about it.

"It sounds fun, when is it?"

He awkwardly smiled. "It's a bit hard to explain, but basically, it's whenever there's a certain feel to the day? Last year, it was on the third of June, but before that, it didn't happen for seven years straight, and the last time was in February!"

Tom tilted his head, that knowledge-thirsty look in his eyes. "And what does a right day 'feel' like?"

"It just...does? I don't know, I couldn't feel it because I wasn't mated yet, but my da said it felt like someone was tugging at his wings and leading him out onto the streets,"

"Huh. Cool." Feeling better now, Harry started opening Tom's present, feeling bad that he tore right through the obviously expensive wrapping paper. In it was an ornate wooden box with snakes etched into it, their eyes gleaming emeralds. He searched for a seal to open it, frowning when he couldn't spot one. "Does it not open?"

Tom gave him a wink, leaning down, and hissed at the box. " Open. "

A seal appeared, and Harry opened up the box, his eyes widening at its contents. A locket sat at the centre, a gleaming piece with a bold 'S' covering its face. He picked it up with a noise of fascination.

To the side, Blaise and Draco choked. "Is that Slytherin's locket?!"

Tom side-eyed them. "Well, I am Lord Slytherin. And as the one I am mated to; it is only right that Harry should take ownership of it now as Lord Consort." He looked into his eyes searchingly. "Do you accept it?"

Harry stroked the locket thoughtfully, turning the thought around in his mind. "Yeah, it's pretty." Tom carefully plucked it from his fingers and clasped it around his neck, hissing again.

" Close. " He stepped back, admiring the view of Harry sitting on the sofa, wearing his family's heirloom. "It suits you." He smiled up at Tom sweetly, and he felt a bubble of fondness grow in his chest.

Draco placed his box, larger than the other, next to Harry, and gestured for him to open it. "I know you don't wear stuff like this often, but you needed something more formal."

Harry gave his mate a sceptical look and opened up the box, lifting an eyebrow at the fancy robes within. "I have plenty of robes, formal and all."

"Not something that has all of our Family Crests on it. As the heir to Potter and Black, the mate of the current Lord Slytherin, the mate to the heirs of Zabini and my house, and also the mate to a Prince, this is definitely needed."

Harry flipped the robe over then and traced the delicate golden lines of their conjoined crests, mouth opening in awe. Within it were several serpentine creatures, characteristics of the Slytherin and Malfoy crests, precious gems that Harry vaguely remembered seeing on Blaise's necklace, bright golden wings that he guessed symbolised the Luwynn's, two crows flying in the background for the House of Black and the cauldron prominent on the Potter's crest dead in the centre. "Wow, it's beautiful!"

"Do you like it?"

"It's lovely Draco, thanks!"

Blaise passed him the smallest box after he tucked the robe nicely back in its box. Harry opened it carefully, hearing a slight rattling from within. A pair of Amethyst earrings glittered back at him, each in the shape of a teardrop. When he looked up at Blaise, the man seemed shy.

"They're from my personal horde."

"Your...horde?"

He fiddled with his fingers in an uncharacteristic move. "They're treasures that I bought myself after I was told I was a Dragonborn."

Harry looked down at the earrings in a new light. "They're very beautiful, but... my ears aren't pierced."

"Oh, a few of my nieces do piercings! I can take you to get some one day if you want." Elian perked up from his side.

Remembering his earlier thought, Harry questioned the man. "Can you remember their names?"

Elian frowned at him. "Of course, I can, they're my darling nieces, I don't have too many of them. All my siblings had mostly boys."

"Then, it's a date."

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3rd November 1997- Monday

Monday's classes were cancelled for the first Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry had been training all throughout the summer and with his team on training days for this, but as soon as his mates saw him dressed in his uniform, scowls formed on their faces, despite Draco and Blaise being dressed similarly.

"Absolutely not."

Harry frowned, picking up his broom. "What do you mean? I'm the Captain and the Seeker, I've gotta play."

"Get Weasley to take over, haven't you been training her to replace you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, tutting. "That's for when I'm further along and literally incapable of flying, but for now-"

"Harry, you're pregnant, are you really going to put that in danger for a sport?" Draco scowled, and Harry crossed his arms defiantly.

"I won't be in danger, I've never been hit before, you know I haven't. Besides-"

"But what if you are? What if it hits you, and it hurts not only you, but the babies as well?"

"I'll be careful, and besides-"

"But how can you assure that you will be-"

"Because I've already talked this through with Dumbledore and he's allowed there to be a ward covering that area to protect the baby! Do you think I'm that stupid, Draco? I wouldn't put myself in harm's if I had any doubt, it could end my pregnancy. I'm the Submissive, I've got the hardwiring for this kind of worrying!" Harry interrupted with a hiss, glaring at the others when they shifted behind Draco. The man seemed to deflate slightly hearing that, although Harry could still see his clear need to continue the argument. "Draco, it'll be fine, there are wards and everything, and if worse comes to worst, I'll flunk the game to cover myself in magic."

Draco licked his lips, an anxious tick of his, and sighed, tilting his head back. "This is so dangerous, but fine ."

"I'll also put a ward up around you," Tom stepped forward. "I don't trust Dumbledore's to hold, but I can trust my own."

"If It can convince you to let me play, you can put any wards you want up." The glint that appeared in Tom's eyes afterwards made Harry regret his words.

In the end, he managed to convince them all, happily joining up with his team in the changing rooms, although from their ever-present scowls, they'd done so incredibly grudgingly.

"Alright guys, you know the game plan. Score points, don't get hit, and-"

"Leave it to Harry to catch the snitch and bring us glory." Ginny interrupted with a saccharine smile. "Make sure to keep out of his way, don't crash into each other, keep to the game tactics, and let's beat those slimy Slytherins for the seventh year in a row!"

They cheered in unison, Harry joining in with the infectious rambunctiousness. They were still wearing joyful smiles when they walked onto the pitch, met with a chorus of cheers and boos from the stadium.

Harry smiled at Madam Hooch, shook Urquart's hand with as much strength as was given, and then backed up into position.

The stadium went silent for those few, tense seconds before the match began, and Harry locked eyes with Tom and Elian sat in the stands. He smiled at Elian's exuberant wave, before searching for Blaise. He was nearer to the back of the Slytherin team, staring at him with bright purple eyes. Draco was closer, and Harry could make out the tense line of his shoulders and the way he watched Harry as if he were going to collapse at any moment.

The whistle was blown, and Harry shot up into the air, reaching the top of the stadium and beyond within a few moments. He whooped giddily at the rush, feeling the wings beneath his skin vibrate in glee at the sound of wind rushing in his ears. He happily swooped a few times, minding not to throw himself into the movements too suddenly, before changing into a sedate glide. His eyes sharpened as they darted about, looking for the snitch but also keeping a lookout for any bludgers coming his way. Nearly on the opposite side of the pitch, Draco was zigzagging, also looking out for it.

"And it's off to a cracking start for Gryffindor as Weasley scores a quick goal under the nose of Slytherin's goalie!"

Harry grinned, not chancing a look down. He could trust his team, all he needed to do was catch the snitch.

"And Zabini evens out the scores with a sizzling shot!"

It was a while yet until, out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted a glint of gold whizz past, just out of reach. He leant closer to his broom and shot off on its tail, grinning as he heard the tell tail sounds of someone chasing after him. A quick glance back confirmed it to be Draco with a serious look on his face.

Focusing back on the snitch, Harry swerved to avoid the stands, delighting in the oohs and ahhs that followed his display of control. He zipped after the snitch, never losing nor gaining ground, and followed it as it shot up high and dropped down low, looping around the poles and stands with ease.

The snitch zipped to the side suddenly, rearing off to the right in a bid to throw him off, and Harry reached out a quick hand to snatch it out of the air, crowing in delight as it fluttered in his palm, echoed by the cheers of his team and fellow Gryffindors when they noticed.

"And Harry Potter catches the Snitch! Gryffindor wins the first match of the year, 210:60!"

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Draco smiled gently as Harry flew about happily, the bright grin on his face infectious. He felt his heart lurch as one of his teammates glomped him in celebration, but by Harry's steadfast delighted grin, it hadn't done any damage. Draco trusted that his Creature instincts would protect him and warn them if the Fae was in any distress.

Blaise sidled up to him then, skin slightly glistening with exertion. He had scored five out of Slytherin's six goals. "He looks happy." He commented, watching as Harry span with the Weasley girl, smiling happily at her once she pulled back. "You should-"

"I know, Blaise."

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12th November 1997- Wednesday

Harry felt his stomach suddenly lurch violently as he took in the scent of the kitchen, feeling lightheaded as the blood drained from his face.

Elian, who was busy mixing a cake batter looked over at him and frowned. "Harry? Are you alright? You've gone pa- Harry!"

Bolting, he hurried for the bathroom, pushing past Blaise on the way.

"What-"

He bent over the sink and chucked up what felt like every meal he'd eaten in the past week in a violent heave. Harry groaned as he felt his throat sting and eyes water, even the soft hands rubbing circles on his back ineffective to the discomfort he was feeling.

"Elian's coming with some water, Harry." Blaise softly soothed, a hand moving up to brush the hair away from his sweaty forehead.

He was too busy dry heaving to take much notice of the man's efforts, but just his presence was enough to ground him as his stomach protested once more. He groaned again, pitying himself as his stomach rolled.

It felt like hours until he was finally able to peel himself away from the sink, and then he was quickly swooped up and deposited on the sofa with a sick bowl and one of his mates within reaching distance at all times.

Hands touched his forehead occasionally, as well as helping him sit up whenever he made a panicked noise and held him soothingly as he threw up repeatedly, feeling drained and shivering as if he was freezing by the end of it.

"It's alright Harry, I'm sure this'll be over soon."  

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Word Count: 3.6k

Last Updated: 05/05/23

Poor Harry :(

If you don't follow my Twitter [xStrawberryJam_], I posted a hint a little while ago that Harry's firstborn's name begins with a 'J'. This is one of my favourite names currently, and it's less unusual than the names I mostly choose.

It's really interesting to see what guesses everyone has for Harry's first pregnancy ^-^ Most people seem to think its boy-girl twins, although not by a large margin :)
[I already have the children planned to a degree, so guesses won't change the outcome]

GENDER:

Boy: 5
Girl: 5
All Boys: 2
All Girls: 0
Mix: 16

AMOUNT:

Single: 11
Twins: 16
Triplets: 5
Quads: 10
Quints: 0
More: 0

-Harry is 4 weeks, and 5 days along as of 12th November
-Also, I know pregnancy is calculated differently in real life, but I'm counting from the date of conception since Harry is a male.