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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Harry was still dumbstruck two hours later, after the hospital had closed and her guests were forced to leave. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat (though that was due more to the Healers' orders), and couldn't wrap her mind around what was happening. There was positively emno way /emthat she was pregnant. She hadn't had a boyfriend since...what? Sixth year? In any case, that was far too long to have become pregnant and just now found out about it several years later. She stared up at the cracks in the whitewash ceiling in frustration, mostly at how she hadn't even wanted this, but then again...there was a little pocket of warm fuzziness in the back of her mind that was already coddling the developing child, wondering after the gender, what she would name them, and if they would look more like her...or their father. Who was he? Did she know him, or had she met him during the year she apparently forgot? If it was Malfoy...No. It wasn't Malfoy. There was no possible way. Even if she didn't remember what happened, she had no doubt that she would still be herself, and there was emno way /emthat she would have ever done emthat /emwith a Slytherin. Besides, Malfoy's crush on her had died in fourth year... Right?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Harry sighed in frustration and rolled onto her other side, slipping an arm under the pillow to hug it to her face. The wall - which was just as glaringly white as the cracked ceiling - consumed her entire field of vision, and she noted absently that there was a small window not too far away. A thin shaft of silver moonlight fell through its curtains, illuminating a long strip of the room. Restlessly, she climbed out of bed and stumbled across the floor, her footsteps ringing loudly against the stone as she steadied herself against the far wall. She hadn't been allowed out of bed during visiting hours, and actually hadn't walked since she'd woken up. However, no one was going to walk in at...midnight, she guessed by the position of the moon in the inky sky. She kept going, and finally sagged against the window, feeling more tired than she should have. She took a deep breath, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight. Only the moon was visible through the glare of the streetlights, but it was nearly full and very bright, looming over London. Harry looked up at it, and a strange sense of calm and love washed over her. Slowly, something in her mind clicked, and a memory washer over her./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"em"When you find a way back to your home...will you go?" The voice was deep and masculine, and very close. Harry smiled as the man's chin rested on her shoulder, the light of the moon and stars, more stars than she could count even if given eternity, giving the gazebo they stood in an ethereal beauty. She leaned back against him, sighing happily as his arms tightened around her. She had never felt so content, but the question stirred unease within her. The man holding her...she loved him very much, as much as life itself, and they'd already been through so much in the few months they'd known each other, but she still felt the pull of her old life. Even as she gazed up at the unblemished sky, not a single stain from city lights spreading across it, she longed for the dimmer stars of Earth and her friends there. She turned her head and found herself looking up at the man. There was concern in his eyes, but also hope. Hope for what, Harry couldn't say. She didn't attempt to smile - instead, she pulled him closer to her, taking a deep breath. The scent of wood and something like ash flooded her nose, and she pressed her face into his chest./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"em"If I go back, would you go with me?" Her voice was quiet and gentle, holding hope like that in the man's eyes. She didn't pull back from the hug, didn't see the sudden widening of the man's eyes, but she felt his breath catch in his throat, and the way he held her tighter. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, putting her arms around his neck. After a moment, he spoke./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"em"I asked you first." Harry laughed and lifted her eyes to meet those of her lover. Her amusement was mirrored in his murky irises, and she smiled up at him, laying her head on his shoulder. His hands shifted, one now on her shoulder and the other on her lower back, and she felt him press a kiss to the side of her head. "Are you going to answer?"/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emHarry breathed in, letting her eyes slide closed for a moment. Her smile fled her lips immediately, and she took a step closer to the man, as if there was any room left between them. She stood still for a long moment, letting the utter serenity of the moment fall into her blood; the feel of being held so closely, the glow from the moon and stars, the irrevocable love she held in her heart for both worlds. The words left her mouth almost without permission, but she didn't regret them./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"em"I swear that, if I have any say in it, I will never leave you. Not for all the love in the world...either of them." A laugh reverberated through his chest, laced with both relief and humor./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"em"But you already have that!"/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"em"There's always some to go around..." Harry smirked as she stepped back and started to walk away, stopping under the archway of flowered vines. Her emerald eyes glinted mischievously in the dark as she beckoned to the man, and then she took off running, her lover in hot pursuit./em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Harry pulled out of the memory as the details got foggy. Her heart was racing, so much that she could feel her pulse behind her eyes. The love she'd felt in the memory - or dream? - was lingering far longer than any she'd experienced before. Even her walk with Neville when they dated briefly hadn't had this effect, and to her horror, she felt herself blushing. The heat in her cheeks only increased as her mind kept drifting back to the blurry clips of image that followed the end of the memory. She let out a shuddering breath and tightened her grip on the windowsill. If that was just a dream, then she had problems. If it was real, an actual memory...then she still had problems, but she'd gotten a small piece of her life's most recent puzzle. If that had actually happened, then the man she'd been talking to was the father of the undeveloped child inside of her./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Harry looked down at her stomach at that. Her feelings towards the unborn baby had changed just the slightest bit after seeing the memory. Just knowing that - given that the memory was true - she had truly loved the father was a huge weight off her shoulders. She stifled a snort when she remembered how long his hair had been. Maybe the next time she saw him, embecause she was going to find him, /emshe would let Mrs. Weasley give him a haircut. Heaven knows she was capable, having done the same thing to Charlie years before. She shook her head with a small smile and started to move back to her bed, fighting back the memory with thoughts of the present and the future./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"She was going to have to make room for the child, wherever she was staying. Ron and Hermione would welcome her with open arms and find emsomewhere /emfor a crib, maybe even dig out a few old baby toys from when Rose and Hugo were newborns, but they were having trouble staying on their feet at the moment. She wouldn't intrude on them and make them support an unmarried mother who didn't have a job. Of course, she could have helped support them with her own funds, but the dragon stunt when she was seventeen had gotten her banned from Gringotts on pain of death. That was only for her, though. Once her child was old enough, they would gain access to the vault, but that wasn't soon enough for her to move in with her best friends./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Grimmauld Place was her best bet. The only problem was, she only had three rooms fully cleaned out and repaired - the kitchen, the bathroom on the second floor, and her room right next to it. She could fit a crib in her room with space to spare, but she wanted to have a proper children's room, with bright colors and loads of toys. Her room was just barely decorated, and the wallpaper was still a gloomy dark gray. She frowned and climbed under the blankets. Maybe Kreacher could help her clean up her home. He would probably be ecstatic to have something to do at last./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Harry found that sleep came much easier after that, and her dreams, though she couldn't remember them the next morning, left a warm, happy feeling behind./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"strongThis is the last short chapter! Hopefully! From now on, I will try to have each chapter cover about a month. And in poll news - I have three new ones up. They concern the child itself, specifically the name, gender, and the emnumber /emof children born. As for my existing poll - I'm not saying much, but two certain elves are tied for first place and Eomer is the runner-up./strong/p