Harry Potter One-Shots

Little Prongs~ Harry x reader Black

Your POV

I trudged over to the door I'm 9 months pregnant what do you expect. Everyone walked in I already knew who has died and I feel awful. My only relation left to the Black family, that was always with me, and was good Tonks, was dead. Remus my godfather also dead, Fred my best friend dead. I feel terrible for George. I hug everyone who walks in.

Hermione squeals when she sees me and we hug like two sisters would, but I really do think Hermione of the sister I never had.

Ron came in and he grinned and he hugged me for a long time like Hermione.

Finally Harry the last one to walk in sees me at full growth 9 months. And breaks down crying with a smile coming over to hug me, burying his head into my shoulder. I put my hands on the back of his neck and head keeping him close, shedding tears of my own. The last time we saw each other I was barley even showing. His hand slide to the side of my bump. And as like the baby could sense him. It kicked right ware his hand was. I wasn't fazed by the kicking anymore it mostly just got on my nerves.

We pull apart and I wipe his tears with my hands, smiling at him. I look over and practically everyone is crying. I laughing still having my tears sitting on my face.

"Why are all of you crying?" I chuckle wiping my tears.

"It's just heart warming." Hermione laughs wiping her tears.

"Missed you sooo much, love." Harry whispered in my ear, snaking his arms around my bump.

"Missed you too Harry." I whisper grinning. I reach back and put my hand on his neck. We go and sit for a while talking, chatting, catching up.

"Alright kiddos I'm setting the table." Molly says.

"I'll help Molly." I say getting up slowly.

"Oh no your not you need to sit." She scolds.

"Molly trust me I'm fine I have been up and around for the past week making things in the kitchen. I think I can set the table." I laugh. Molly sighs.

"Alright, come on dear." Molly waves for me go follow and I do.

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Everyone has gone out side to sit under the stars while Molly, Hermione, and me do things in the kitchen.

We can hear the laughing outside and that makes me smile, but George isn't out there he's sitting quietly by himself in the living room. He's being distant since Fred's death I don't blame him I would too.

Molly was getting supplies out to get cooking. Hermione and me were doing the table. I was doing plates and she was utensils.

Going to put the last plate on the table, I stop short and drop the plate randomly on the table. With a clank! I grip the table, the feeling of liquid ran down my leg. Molly hadn't noticed, but Hermione was looking at me worried.

"Are you-" I cut her off.

"Ah! Hermione!" I grab her arm grunting. My other hand immediately flys to my stomach. My breathing increased and I look at Hermione fear writing clear on my face.

"Oh no! Molly!" Hermione shouts over the noise of pots and pans.

"Hm?" Molly stands up. Just by looking at me she knew. "GOODNESS GRACIOUS!" She shouted. "Come, come, come!" She says as they both getting me up the stares to a room. But then George walks in.

"What's going on I heard shouting?" He asks in a flat tone.

"Ah-ah 'Mione!" I say squeezing her hand and she squeezes back.