At 4.3k words, this is one of the longer chapters, and I still had to cut off 2 scenes at the end and place them in the next chapter *-* I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please try not to feel too disappointed at some things.
This chapter was really hard to write for some reason, but once I got going, I could write hundreds of words at a time, it's just the study breaks and relaxation breaks I took in between that made it take so long. Also, the fanfiction Author curse struck me, and I ended up getting an ear infection day before my first exam! A lot of things have happened since my last update, actually, but the most significant has to be that I got more chickens! They're very sweet, and it's inspired me to give Harry a new pet ^ ^
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16th October 1998- Friday
Hannah arrived later in the afternoon, just after Harry had sent Anya to get a healer. She arrived in a flurry of motion, brown, waist-length hair fluttering behind her madly as she raced into the entry hall, arms laden with bags. Her eyes lit up when they landed on his form, dropping her load to the floor.
She greeted him with a short but low bow, and then launched herself into his arms with a breathless laugh, burying her face in her neck. "Harry, it's been so long!"
"I'm glad to see that you're well." He fondly spoke, reaching up a hand to smooth down the stray curls that refused to lay flat. She squeezed him again, holding him in that firm, reassuring embrace of hers, before retreating with a happy sigh.
"And you seem to be as well. You look as fresh as a daisy; royal life is treating you well." She observed with a sly smile.
He smiled sardonically. "I suppose it is. I live in luxury."
"I'd expect nothing less for the spouses of the Emperor. He is the wealthiest being in the world, after all. Can't have his Harem living in squalor. Although, I suppose sharing him isn't the best of situations... Now, what am I going to be doing here, and where am I staying?"
He pointed to Kia. "Kia, please show Hannah where she'll be staying. It's probably best to wait for Anya to arrive back to see what you'll be doing."
Anya arrived ten minutes later with a haggard-looking healer, who barely stopped to bow before directing him to lie down on the sofa. He followed her directions easily, eager for the results.
"What seems to be amiss, Your Highness?" She asked briskly, swiping her silver hair out of her eyes with an aggravated huff. He got a look at her face then, noting that she was younger than he had expected, looking barely older than himself.
"I was hoping you could test to see if I am pregnant."
The healer seemed to freeze, looking him in the eyes for the first time. They were a strange mix of yellow and brown, startling against the pale pallor of her skin. "I see. And when did you copulate with His Majesty?"
"The thirtieth of September was the first time, and yesterday as well."
"And you waited this long to have a check-up?" She tutted disapprovingly. "I will have the answers in just a minute. Do I have Your Highness's permission to cast some spells?"
"Of course, as long as they don't have any adverse effects."
"Not to worry, Your Highness, His Majesty has all his Royal Healers under oath not to harm those in his Court."
She waved her wand gently over his abdomen area, chanting Latin under her breath for a minute straight. His worry grew as she frowned, casting it once more. A little while later, she straightened up, looking him in the eyes with a sympathetic expression.
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| INTIMACY | - HPxTMR
Fanfiction● Word Count: 175k ● ◇ Ever since he was young, Harry had been fascinated with the Emperor, the founder of the Slytherin Dynasty and ruler of the world. When the chance appeared to become a part of his Harem, Harry jumped at it, eager to figure out...
