Chapter Eight
"Wow, your stomach is so big now!"
"Geeh, thanks," Harry replied. "Is that how you greet a friend, Forge?"
George blushed but Fred ran forward.
"Can I?" he asked, gesturing towards the swollen belly.
Harry nodded and the redhead placed his hand on it.
"Wow, it's kicking," he said with a grin. "George, get your freckled ass over here!"
"It's moving?" Neville asked.
"Yeah, it started a few days ago," the emerald-eyed teen said. "How have you been? I haven't really talked to you anything since we left..."
"It's okay," the teen said. He was completely different from before; he was now long and pretty slim with his hair changed from brown to reddish and his eyes were dark brown. "Rabastan and Rodolphus have kept me busy, and Bellatrix insists of mothering me since she took my mother away from me."
"You okay with that?"
"Yeah. She's nice, as long as she don't have her wand in her hand. She freaks me out when she points it at me; the smile just pops up on its own she claims."
"Tell me about it," Harry said and smiled. "Guys, I think I need to sit down for a while."
Draco and Fred helped him sit down and the other two sat down as well. Harry gave a sigh of relief and said:
"I actually can't wait until this brat comes out. My back hurts."
The twins seemed to enjoy holding their hands to Harry's stomach to feel the kicks and the teen himself was feeling a bit tired so he rested his head against Draco's shoulder and had his eyes closed. The door to the room opened and Bill came in.
"Oh," he said. "This looks like a meeting."
"Now when you say it," Fred said and grinned. "Didn't you say you were bored here, Harry?"
"A bit, why?" the emerald-eyed teen said with a small yawn.
"Do you want to see some fun?"
Harry looked at the twins, and saw the identical grins. Harry could not help but grinning back and said:
"Entertain me, gentlemen."
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"This is ridiculous. I can walk on my own."
"You've complained about your back hurting for days," Voldemort said.
Harry growled softly but let himself be carried to bed. The man placed him gently down and removed his shoes, robe and pants. Harry let his lover do it and said:
"You look tired, Tom."
"I am a bit tired," Voldemort confessed. "Dumbledore has been quite vicious now when it's summer."
"You didn't tell me about it," Harry said softly.
"I didn't want to get you upset or angry. It was during the time we were worried about your well-being."
"I'm not made of glass," the teen reminded. "I might be pregnant but don't treat me like a small bruise on you will make me hysterical."
Voldemort lay down and cupped Harry's face.
"I know love," he said quietly. "I know but I still worry. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Harry let himself be held and fell asleep.
