Harry Potter One-Shots

Good News (Harry Potter)

WORD COUNT: 1212

I paced back and forth, chewing my lip absentmindedly. No less than seven Muggle pregnancy detector test... things lay scattered around the bathroom counter. What was I going to do? Harry and I had talked about having kids, but not at least for a couple more years... I didn't know how to tell him. Of course, I was thrilled. I loved children, and I had known for a long time that Harry and I would have a family together, but not right now! Harry was just starting to work his way up in the Ministry, and I had recently been promoted to a full-time Healer at St. Mungo's. We didn't have time for kids right now! We barely even had time to see each other between when he came home from his night shift and I left a few hours later for the day rotation at the hospital.

I ran my hands through my hair anxiously. These test things can be wrong, right? The lady at the Muggle store had told me to take a couple just to be sure, so I had taken seven... and they all read "positive". I gathered up the plastic sticks, hid them in the bag from the store, and shoved them under the bathroom counter. Then, I headed to my desk and sat down to write a letter to my best friend from school, Eloise.

Dear El, How are you? I miss seeing you around, but I'm sure it gets busy being the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister. I hope this letter finds you well. I have some... news. I'm not sure if it's good or bad quite yet, which is why I'm writing to you. I mean obviously, it's good news, but it creates some issues for us. Not for you and me, obviously, but for me and Harry.

"Why can't I just say it?" I groaned under my breath, frustrated with myself.

I'm pregnant. I haven't been to see a Healer at St. Mungo's yet to confirm, but I took some of the Muggle tests and they all said I was. I haven't seen Harry yet since I bought the tests, and I'm worried about telling him. I'm sure he'll be pleased, but starting a family wasn't in our plan for at least another few years. We just got married, for Godric's sake!

I'm worried that he won't be excited because we're both so busy with our jobs, and we're finally starting to get somewhere and it would be difficult to have a newborn and work the schedules we've been working. We barely even get to see each other at this point!

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy about this. I just need some advice on what and when to tell Harry, and a place to stay in case he isn't too pleased with me... just kidding! I hope...

I miss you dearly, and any time you want to come round for tea please do! Obviously, you'll have to let me know first so I can get some time off from work, but I would love to see you and catch up. Tell Dean I said hi! Sending all my love, Y/N

I sighed, feeling better already. Getting that off my chest felt... freeing, to say the least. I rolled the parchment up and sealed it with a royal blue ribbon. Eloise and I used ribbons as a kind of secret code to let each other know when the letter had important information inside. It was a habit left over from our days in the Order, when we had to write in code and our mail was often intercepted, but we still used the technique now, several years after Harry got rid of the Dark Lord once and for all.

I found my owl, Hera, and she nipped my fingers affectionately as I tied the letter to her leg and brought her to the window.

"This is for Eloise. Please get it to her quickly," I told her, and with a great flap of her wings she took off into the early morning air.

"Who are you writing letters to at this hour?" A familiar, playful voice questioned from behind me. Despite my nerves, I couldn't help but smile as I turned and ran into my husband's arms. His familiar, comforting embrace helped calm my nerves a little, and I buried my face in his chest and squeezed him as tightly as I could.

"I missed you too, Y/N," Harry chuckled, a bit surprised at my excitement. I let the hug go on for several beats longer than usual. Should I just tell him? I don't want him to feel hurt that I kept the news from him for so long if I wait for Eloise's letter... but I don't want to make him upset, and I want to hear what Eloise has to say...

"Harry?" I breathed, pulling away suddenly. I looked into his tired eyes, and concern was written all over his face.

"Yes? Is everything okay Y/N?" he asked, examining my face and taking my hands in his. I almost went back on my conviction to tell him, but I was too far in. He knew something was bothering me, and he wouldn't stop pestering me until I told him what it was.

"Yeah, everything's okay, I just have something to tell you..." I took a steadying breath and looked at the floor before reconnecting our eyes. "I'm pregnant, Harry."

For a terrible, long second, his face didn't change. It felt like time had frozen. Did I make a mistake telling him so abruptly? I should've waited for Eloise. She would have told me to go to St. Mungo's, or to wait a little bit before telling him, or -

"You're pregnant?" Harry asked slowly, his gaze traveling down to my stomach. I nodded, tears welling in my eyes from the overthinking and his lack of a positive reaction. He's going to be so upset with me...

"So you're saying... we're going to be parents?" He asked again, his face splitting into a wide grin. He wasn't upset? I nodded slowly, and he seized me in his arms and picked me up, spinning around in circles before setting me down.

"We're going to be parents! I'm going to be a dad!" He hollered, whooping and jumping around the apartment. I smiled at his reaction, and couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

"I have to tell Ron and Hermione! How far along are you? When did you find you? Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" I laughed as Harry picked me up again and kissed me deeply, then bombarded me with all these questions. My fears of a negative response were all but gone.

"Calm down, silly. I'm not very far along, only a few weeks. I found out today, and we'll have to go to a Healer if we want to know the sex," I answered, ticking off his questions on my fingers. Harry smiled again then pulled me close and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.

"I'm so excited to meet our baby, Y/N," he whispered, reaching his hands tentatively for my stomach. Ok, so maybe this won't be so bad...