Harry Potter One Shots

Unexpected Pregnancy

AN: This was rushed out in a request from @Almostnever23 - not actually into mpreg stories so this is all I could come up with. 

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Ron Weasley had always imagined his life after Hogwarts would be filled with adventure, camaraderie, and perhaps a few triumphs in Quidditch. But he never expected to find himself staring at a pair of blue lines on a tiny piece of parchment, a wave of disbelief crashing over him like a tidal wave. He was pregnant. The realisation came as a shock, one that turned his world upside down.

At first, he tried to confide in Harry. They had been through so much together, faced dark wizards and the perils of Voldemort's reign. Surely, Harry would understand. They met in the Gryffindor common room, the flickering fire casting dancing shadows on the walls.

"Harry, I... I think I'm pregnant," Ron stammered, his heart racing as he glanced up at his best friend. Harry's expression shifted from confusion to concern.

"What do you mean you think? Did you take a test?" Harry asked, eyes wide.

"I did," Ron admitted, pulling out the small slip of parchment. "I don't know what to do."

"Ron, we'll figure this out. You're not alone," Harry reassured him, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder.

But while Harry's loyalty remained unwavering, the same couldn't be said for the rest of his circle. When Ron gathered his brothers, he expected support, a family rallying around him. Instead, he faced a cold reception.

"Ron, are you serious?" Fred exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face. "How could this happen?"

"Don't look at me like that! I'm still your brother!" Ron shouted back, his voice shaking with hurt.

"We're supposed to be living our lives, not dealing with this," George chimed in, crossing his arms.

One by one, his brothers distanced themselves, unable to reconcile their vision of their futures with the reality of Ron's. They left him behind, murmuring about responsibility and the burden he now carried. Ron felt isolated, drowning in a sea of disappointment.

Hermione, his closest confidante, was the next to turn away. They had shared so many moments together—laughter, tears, and countless adventures. But when Ron told her the news, her eyes clouded with a mix of sympathy and discomfort.

"Ron, I can't—this isn't what I wanted for us. I thought we were all moving on, building our futures. I can't be part of this," she said softly, her voice shaking.

"Hermione, please! I need my friends now more than ever," he pleaded, desperation seeping into his tone.

"I just... I can't," she whispered before turning away, leaving Ron standing alone, feeling the weight of his world pressing down on him.

Harry stayed by his side, a steadfast friend in the storm. He attended appointments, held Ron's hand through the panic attacks that often gripped him, and offered words of encouragement.

"We'll get through this, Ron," Harry insisted during one particularly tough evening, as Ron wrestled with overwhelming emotions. "You're going to be a good dad."

"I don't know how to do this without everyone," Ron confessed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "They were supposed to be here with me."

As the months passed, Ron faced challenges that felt insurmountable. He struggled with the physical changes, the judgements from the outside world, and the ache of losing those he thought would stand beside him. He watched as Harry became a hero in the eyes of many, while he felt increasingly like a pariah, a disappointment.

But in the depths of his despair, a flicker of hope ignited within him. He found solace in unexpected places—support groups for new parents, where he met others who shared similar experiences. These connections became a lifeline, reminding him that he wasn't truly alone.

With each passing day, Ron grew stronger. He began to embrace the idea of being a father, imagining the possibilities, the joy of nurturing a new life. He started preparing a small room in the Burrow, filled with hand-me-downs from Ginny, who remained a constant source of love and encouragement.

When the day finally arrived, Ron held his newborn child in his arms—a beautiful baby boy with tufts of red hair. The moment their eyes met, something clicked within him; he knew he would fight for this little life.

"Hello, little one," he whispered, tears of joy streaming down his face. "I'm going to be the best dad I can be."

With Harry by his side, Ron forged a new path. It wasn't the life he had envisioned, but it was a life filled with love, resilience, and hope. They may have lost some friends along the way, but Ron learned that family came in many forms.

He had faced his demons and emerged stronger, a testament to the power of love and the strength of the bonds that truly mattered.