Professor Black: A Reader Insert

47. Tidings Both Glad and Bad

(Y/n) sat in Poppy's office as she processed just what she had been told.

She's pregnant.

Her mind was reeling. This was too soon wasn't it? Her and Severus hadn't talked about this particular phase in their relationship to the length that they both had deserved.

Does he even want more children? She already has a gaggle of them.

"Severus is going to be very happy about this, so don't worry too much, you've been practically married since Lockhart's year as a teacher. Besides, he'll very much like to brew your potions himself. That's just the kind of man he is." Poppy was stirring her tea, the picture of calm comfort, her hospital wing was empty so she instead was ready to move to action should her wards alert her or other wise be called upon.

"But-" the matron cut her off with a stern look.

"It was a possibility with the bonding even if you had taken the right contraceptive and used the right charms. This was always a likely outcome. He knew this going in. If he didn't want kids he wouldn't have been preparing your potions, besides, the little tykes have an inordinate amount of magic for their size. He would notice the change in your ambient magic through your bond. Pomona was going on about how the Womping Willow was looking like it will flower this year because of your bonding at breakfast. And Argus was complaining that Mrs Norris was being a bit tetchy recently, apparently she's been wandering off with Miss Granger's cat as of late."

"She's brooding?"

"Caught baby fever as it were, now, one of your twins anticipated this and had made sure that there were ample pamphlets regarding proper nutrition for prenatal care since they can't all be miracle pregnancies."

That made (y/n)'s mind wonder.

One would think that after many years of being assaulted with awful sensations when the mind wonders to a personal taboo topic that she would have better control over her thoughts.

That wasn't the case.

She felt her insides tearing.

They weren't but she was feeling the pain very clearly. Before she could clear her mind to try and sort out who it was from she felt the pressing of a vile to her lips in an effort to get her to drink it. It took far longer than she would like to admit to tear herself away from the sensations to acknowledge it.

Her children were in danger.

After the potion, a psychic suppression elixir, did its job (y/n) looked ashen faced at the matron who had sent a patronus to her husband to help further ground her and nearly begged the woman.

"The twins, they're in danger. I need to-"

She was cut off by a stately ghostly doe trotting into the hospital wing.

"The twins are in hospital, Kim is in surgery, enchanted dagger, take the psychic suppressors and keep your focus on someone in your immediate vicinity. Don't worry, be there soon." The doe said before stepping up to her and bumping her cheek with her nose like a little kiss before it dissipated.

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Draco had fallen asleep in History. It doesn't happen often, and recently if it does he gets little snippets of life with Harry.

He never thought he'd get to call his angel by name.

Anyway, the dream was rather steamy this time and he was about to get to the good part when a woman he'd only seen in pictures stood before him in a room he'd never seen. Her figure cut a rather gruesome picture, as her insides most assuredly were not inside.

"Dreamer, I've little time left to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"None of our kind can think of me, they will suffer the same. A bee that refuses to buzz off had become desperate. He stung with a vicious poison that attacks those of us like your sister and the star twin. The star is already incapacitated. The royal may suffer thricefold my own fate. Only dreamers and seers like the harvest twin will be safe. Go to your sister now."

And like that he bolted awake.

Harry's hand held out like he was reaching to shake him awake.

"We need to get to (y/n)." Draco stuffed his things in his bag and rushed out the door, his feet carrying him to where the person in question was.

He was oblivious to the worried suitor following after him easily keeping pace even through sharp turns and near sprints.

Before he knew it he burst through the doors of the hospital wing and found the matron pressing a vial to a struggling (y/n)'s lips.

This wasn't good at all.

He held her making easier for her mind to focus on something other than what was filling it now.

It wasn't until after Uncle Sev's patronus had dissipated that she had noticed that he was playing with her hair as he swayed while holding her.

"Thank you Draco." She sounded so tired.

"Focus on either me or Ceres while I tell you this, promise me. Swear it on your honor as an elder sister."

"I promise Dray."

"I had a dream..." so he told her everything that the lady from the pictures told him.

"I was thinking about both of them, the twins, when that happened."

"If you had focused directly on her you would've suffered the wound physically instead of just feeling it." The matron's face was rather flinty looking as she said this. "If you need to focus on anyone, it will have to be Mr. Malfoy, Severus, or Ceres from what I've gathered. Or even your unborn so you can better plan their nursery."

"Doesn't work like that." She said and went quiet while the two looked at her expectantly. "They can't really make their own choices right now. Once they do, like how they play and so on, then I'll start seeing their thread in the grand scheme of Fate's tapestry. Dreamers can get hints, seers get a general sense of things, and then there's ones like me, feelers, we experience everything in some way important about the person we see. It's different for each feeler."

At that moment Severus arrived at her side and took over Draco's soothing motions. Harry guided the blond to start packing for a trip.