Voldemort's Husband

Chapter IX -St Mungo's Hospital-

Ner words in this chapter: 2,900

"English"

'Thinking'

«Portuguese»

/German\

[French]

–Parseltongue–

{Talking on the Floocall/through Two-way mirror/through Patronus}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter IX

–St Mungo's Hospital–

Tuesday, 12 September 1961

HGV's POV

{May I?} Harry looked up from his studying of the laws with a dictionary besides him for any complicated wording, only to find Professor Humbledoor's face in the green fire. Harry nodded. {Thank you.}

The face disappeared and then was replaced by the whole body.

"What can I do for you, Professor?"

"I asked Poppy if there are Healers or Mediwizards specialized in male pregnancies and she said that at St Mungo's Hospital there most likely were and considering your state of twins, it'd be best for you to be accompanied by one instead." Harry hummed. "I couldn't take it out of my mind, so when I finished the hour and half with the third-years class I floocalled the hospital and they have a free-time in half-hour... if you want that is."

Harry looked at his wristwatch and then at his husband's schedule, which was printed over the desktop.

"My husband can't come; he only finishes at a quarter past eleven."

"I'm sure that as soon as we leave the floo that one of his guardians will appear." The old Professor pointed out amused.

Harry bit his bottom lip and then picked a parchment, writing on it to warn of the ultrasound at the Wizardry Hospital, before making the parchment transport into his husband's desktop in the man's classroom.

"I better go put a robe, you Brits don't like seeing me without one."

Professor Humbledoor smiled amused and nodded. Harry entered the private quarters and hurried to the bedroom, picking the outing robe. When he returned to the office, Professor Humbledoor was still by the fireplace.

"May I ask you a question?" Professor Humbledoor asked and Harry nodded affirmatively approaching the desktop table. "What do you remember of them?" Harry hummed inquisitively as he closed his books and stored them to the side. "Your parents."

"I was 5 when they were killed before my eyes... not much."

"Very well. Are you good with floo travelling?"

"I suck." Harry argued shyly.

Professor Humbledoor nodded and offered his arm, Harry took it and the floo powder was thrown into the fireplace.

"St Mungo's Hospital." Professor Humbledoor stated loud and clear, before the two were thrown into the floo connection.

Only the older man's quick thinking kept Harry from harming himself and fall on his face. A Nurse even hurried to their side and helped Harry to stay on his feet.