Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

On the Concept of Conceptiond

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Waring!M-preg

Auothor:Zapino (on ao3)

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Gliding low over the tall buildings of downtown London, a grand, black and white bird tilted her wings into the wind and leaned into a wide turn. Her pace was leisurely in the slowly darkening afternoon, yet one could tell she wasn't dawdling. This bird was on a mission and her keen eyes scanned the rooftops, looking for a suitable pair that needed her help. She was a creature which transcended realms, and as such, both the Muggle and the Wizarding districts were clearly visible from her vantage point above them.

It was a special day for this Stork. She had just recently earned her place in the ranks of those who carried out the honourable task of making sure that humans, who for one reason or another were unable to carry children, would conceive.

It didn't always work. Sometimes it just wasn't meant to be. But when it did, few of the subjects were even aware of the fact that they'd had any issue at all, since the Storks were quick and thorough when sent out to carry out their duty.

Not that any modern day human, Muggle or Wizarding folk alike, would guess that the reason behind their conception was the result of magical intervention by an animal with mythical capabilities. In fact, during the past century or so, the folklore of old had lifted to a quite light-hearted take on the results of frivolous activities. The story of how the Stork handed out babies still worked for adults who, when faced with curious children, wanted an easy way out of that conversation.

There were, of course, factual errors in the tales of how Storks worked. Contrary to what lore said, they didn't come flying in with human babies hanging from their beaks, as often depicted on well-wishing postcards. That would have been a rather silly sight, not to speak of the precariousness of flying with a wobbly swaddle of several pounds dangling off one's face. And there were no capped hats as far as the eye could see, thank you very much.

But if mythology and cartoonish drawings was all there was to it, that suited the Storks just fine – they just wanted to go about the job that had been entrusted in them without interference.

As the Stork soared through the air, she was on high-alert for any indication of humans in need of her aid. She'd been taught by her elders to keep her senses focused on looking for that special hum of energy. It was felt as a gentle vibration in the air around her aerodynamic body, rippling through the atmosphere like heat rising from asphalt under a scorching sun.

And there it was, just as she passed over the east wing of the biggest Wizarding building in the business district. If Storks could smile, ours would have, but as it was, she felt a thrill of excitement and quickly angled her body to drop further down. When she was level with the building, she started to fly alongside it, scanning the rooms as she flew past in search of the signature she'd felt.

She finally found it on the second level, and as she flapped her large wings to settle on the window sill next to where the hum was as its strongest, she peer down at the street below her. Hopefully, no one would notice her presence before she was done and she'd be able to take off again without interference. Satisfied that all of the humans below her were busy going about their day, the Stork finally turned to look inside the window.

The Stork was a graceful bird, and she prided herself in the job she'd been destined to carry out. Of course, she might be young, but she knew the basics of what went in to this sort of thing. She'd been to her classes, after all. One human bred the other, then the Stork did her thing, and nine months later, there was childbirth, if all went well. She liked to believe that not much in this world could throw her off balance.