Compulsion | Harry Potter and Voldemort Mpreg |

Compulsion {Chapter 13}

Harry was now nine months pregnant and on bed rest for the rest of his pregnancy. He'd been here the last two months, a room next his. Today was the day his husband would destroy Dumbledore and begin his takeover of the Ministry and the Wizarding World. He spent his days reading and talking to his stomach while smiling and rubbing it softly. Voldemort had gotten into the habit shortly after he started showing to rub his hand on the bump as the fell asleep. Harry would wake up with the hand protective held there. It always made him smile. He never imagined he could be this happy. With a husband and a baby.

He pouted as he watched his lover dress in his long black robes the morning of the battle.

"I hate that I can't come."

"You were the one who took the potion that day. You could have waited until tomorrow." He pointed out with a smirk as Harry glared at him.

Voldemort rolled his eyes and knelt on the bed, kissing him. "It'll all be over soon anyway. You said he was weaken by the potion in the lake."

Harry nodded.

"Then you wouldn't see much anyway. It'll be a quick battle and death. I'll put it in a Pensive for you."

The pregnant man nodded and sighed. "Have fun and be careful. I don't want you hurt. The healer said I could go into labor any day now and he's been kicking quiet a lot today."

Voldemort put his hand on his husband's stomach and patted. "It he comes today, it'll be the best day. We'll have the world and our son."

Harry smiled at that. Nodding, he looked and leaned up to kiss his lover. "Alright. Go kill us a Headmaster."

His lover smirked and nodded, placing a kiss on his head and stomach he left the room. A few minutes later Draco walked in with food and a few books.

"Hello Harry, baby."

Harry laughed. "The baby says hello."

Draco grinned. "Here I brought you some food. The Dark Lord told me to keep you company in case you go into labor."

The pregnant one rolled his eyes. "I'd be just fine."

"So you say."

Harry stuck his tongue out.

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Several hours later the pain started. Harry clenched his teeth and groaned in pain. Draco looked up from his book and rushed over to his friend.

"Harry?"

"Get the healer! I think I've gone into labor!"

Draco nodded and rushed to the fireplace and flooed the healer. The short, plump woman rushed over and waved her wand.

"Well Mr. Potter, you are indeed in labor." She pulled the blanket covering him down and asked him to pull up his shirt. Waving her wand again, several things were conjured onto the table next to the bed. "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but I'm afraid you'll have to leave the room."

Not wanted to argue with her, he nodded and hugged Harry while giving him encouraging words and swiftly left the room. Walking to the entry hall, he apparated to Hogwarts.

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Draco raced thought the battlefield towards the back where no one but a lone man with a long black rode stood. Dropping to his knees he panted.

"My lord, Harry has gone into labor."

Voldemort's eyes widened a bit and he nodded. "That's wonderful. A marvelous day indeed." He looked across the battlefield, it was time to end this and get back to his husband.

"Thank you Draco, go back to the Manor and wait. I'm counting you to watch Harry."

"Yes, my Lord." Draco nodded and apparated back to the manor.

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Voldemort made his way through the crowd of fighting people, killing any and all who get in his way. Standing in front of the doors, he waited for the Headmaster. Minutes later the man came down and stood in front on him, several feet away.

"Voldemort, I suppose it's time to end this."

"It is and by your death."

Dumbledore looked around. "Where is Harry?"

The Dark Lord smirked. "Giving birth to our son. Found a useful book hidden in my manor with a male pregnancy potion."

A disgusted and shocked look settled on the old mans face. Harry not only married him but gave birth to his son. He really had lost the boy.

"Wondering where it all went wrong?" Voldemort asked. "The summer after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I did capture him and I told him all about your lies and deceit. It wasn't that hard to turn him after he knew the truth." Voldemort took his wand and pointed it at the Headmaster. "Now, enough talking. I need to get back to my husband and our son."

Headmaster held out his own wand. He knew he wouldn't last this fight, but he would go fighting. If only that brat had listened.

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Harry held the blue bundle of baby with a watery smile. His little boy was beautiful. He could see the tuff of black hair that reminded him of his husband's and the hazel eyes of his lovers when he was younger. The rest looked like him, the perfect combination of them both. He had never seen a more beautiful baby. His baby.

Draco stood next to him and smiled. "He's adorable."

Harry nodded. "He's perfect."

A little while later, Voldemort stepped through the doorway. Draco had left some time ago and now Harry sat in his bed, eyes never leaving the baby in his arms.

"He's beautiful."

His lover sat down next to him and stared at the sleeping baby. Indeed he was, he thought. Running his finger over the baby's chubby cheek he let himself smile just a bit and kissed his lovers head.

"He looks like you, of course he's beautiful."

Harry blushed. "Do you have a name?"

Voldemort looked in thought and shook his head. "No. You can name him."

His smaller lover looked at the baby. "Kaleb Cameron Potter."

Thinking for a moment on the name he nodded. A suitable name for his heir. "I like it, it'll fit him just fine."

Harry smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "Thank you."

Voldemort said nothing but putting his arms around them both.

He had his family and the Wizarding World.