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Not Afraid To Fight- Harry J Potter

Summary: You're pregnant with Harry's child when the war begins

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst, death, pain

a/n: Thank you to @ringa-starr for requesting this fic. It took me absolutely forever to be accurate and sound correct. Not proofread.

You and Harry had always been good friends. You got along in many ways and rarely fought with each other as Hermione and Ron did. The only time you could recall, other than now, is when Harry was entered into the Triwizard Tournament. You didn’t understand the premise of the damned tournament anyways so the fact that your best friend- Harry had nervously asked you to the Yule Ball that would be occurring soon after the first event and you were together ever since- was going to be competing in three life-threatening ‘games’ in competition for a cup. After losing Cedric, everyone finally understood the fear you felt, especially after Harry cried that He-who-must-not-be-named was back. Always on his side, always believing every word he said, you knew that dating Harry, you’d be in for a potentially life-threatening adventure as his. Having both gone through so much together, now was no different, if not the most terrifying thing you’d ever gone through.

8 months earlier

Hands shaking, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, only seeing the nervous expression that presented itself. Of course you knew this was a possibility, you and Harry, despite having hard busy lives, had a healthy frequent sex life. He knew you in ways you didn’t even know yourself. Touched places you didn’t know could be touched and he loved you in ways you didn’t know could be loved. His sweet soft touch, his low voice that turned raspy when he whispered, his well-endowed cock that was always ready to take you into places you’d never dreamed of being were completely irresistible. Yet, you knew this was a possibility. You had attempted to take birth control in the past but it turned you into a completely different person and it had turned out that Harry was allergic to the lubricant that was slathered on most condoms so you usually went raw, not that you complained. Harry always pulled out before his inevitable ejaculation unless you told him otherwise, willing to take your chances with any contraception such as a morning after pill.

“Please please please.” You whispered with your eyes squeezed shut, begging to God if there even was any, to pardon you from this terrifying fate and let you go on. You promised to yourself that if it was in fact negative you’d go back on birth control, you’d do anything, no matter how it made you feel. It’s not that you never wanted kids, you did, you had talked about growing a family with Harry many times, you just weren’t ready. You were only 18, he was only 17, and couldn’t go through your last year at Hogwarts pregnant.

Grabbing the test and quickly holding it against your stomach, you opened your eyes. You have been getting sick lately, sensitive to smells. Your breasts had been tender and you noticed a slight growth in them as well, not to mention you had missed your last period by three weeks. Finally taking deep breaths, you were ready to reveal to yourself the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for the past few days. You sighed deeply, tears slowly forming in your eyes as you read the results.

Pregnant.

8 months later

“Harry Potter is dead!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to breathe. You fell to your knees into all of the rubble and dirt scattered across the hard ground, holding the bump of yours and Harry’s unborn child. You heard Ginny, one of your best friends scream as well.

“No!” you sobbed, eyes flooded with tears and Neville bent next to you, trying his hardest to pull you back to your feet. Everyone stood in awe, walking up to the scene of a crowd of death eaters surrounding behind him. If only you had looked up, you would’ve seen Hagrid, holding your fiancés lifeless body.

“It’s going to be dangerous Y/N. I don’t want to drag you into this, especially in your condition.” Harry gestured towards you, 8 months pregnant, you rolled your eyes.

“Harry, you're not doing this alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have so many people, why do you need to come out and risk yourself?” He pleaded with his eyes for you to get sense and just stay home.

“Harry, I’m your girlfriend and I am with you no matter what. We trained together, we trained hard and I am more than ready to do this with you.” You didn’t understand why he couldn’t see that though you were pregnant, you were ready to stand by his side forever, no matter what.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…” He said, instantly causing you suspicion. Your heart dropped down to your stomach. As he stood from the kitchen chair he sat in, you began to think about him leaving you for pushing too hard. Before you could say a word, he got down on one knee.

“Y/N,” he began and a gasp involuntarily came from your throat. “I'll keep it short because I know you probably want to sit down.” He joked, you smiled, tears forming in your eyes. “Y/N L/N, Will you do me the happiest honor I could ever ask for and be my wife? Will you marry me?”

“Stupid girl.” He said as he stepped closer to you, the death eaters sneering behind him as he did so. “Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you’ll put your faith in me.” He said sinisterly, gesturing to himself. The silence of 200 people around was deafening.

“Harry Potter is dead!” He shouted once more and the crowd of death eaters he walked towards broke into laughter, spitting in your face, all of your faces. “And now is the time to declare yourself, come forward and join us or die.” He announced, arms spread from his sides. Everyone blankly stared at the man, wishing to be anywhere else.

“Draco.” A man whispered loudly, you instantly knew it was Lucious Malfoy, calling his son from the side of good, to the side of evil. You assumed without any choice, Draco walked over to the other side. Your heart raced and stabbing pains came from your stomach, causing you much discomfort.

“Ah, well done Draco. Well done.” The man said, pulling the shaken boy into an awkward hug before he met with his parents.

Feeling anger build up in your system, you stood up to shout but stopped when a limping Neville got closer to the man, everyone, including you, watching his courage.

“Well I must say I hoped for better.” The man said, again death eaters broke out into laughter, trying their hardest to embarrass your poor friend in front of you.

“And who might you be, young man?” He asked, walking towards your friend. Staring at the ground, you heard his voice without fear or hesitation.

“Neville Longbottom.” The evil crowd laughed again.

“Well Neville I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks.”

“I’d like to say something.” Neville interrupted, eyes still pointed towards the ground, slowly looking up towards the man who had killed the boy who lived.

“Well Neville I’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.” You stared, holding your belly as they spoke.

“It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down Neville.” Seamus interrupted and you scowled, you never had an interest in that boy.

“People die everyday,” He began, looking towards all of you, making eye contact, you nodded your head slowly and he kept going. “Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight but he’s still with us…in here,” He spoke, holding his hand to his heart. “Fred, Remus, Tonks… all of them. They didn’t die in vain.” He said turning back towards the evil man. “But you will, cause you’re wrong!” He shouted as the man laughed in his face. “Harry’s heart did best for us, for her, for all of us! It’s not over!” He yelled, pulling the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the sorting hat before discarding it to the ground.

A commotion that no one expected caught everyone’s attention. The moment you saw Harry wriggle out of Hagrid's arms and cast a spell towards Nagini. Your ears rang and your heart pumped faster than it ever had. Everyone around you smiled and you heard sounds of triumph through the crowd behind you. The boy who lived was really alive, standing right before you. The love of your life wasn’t truly gone.

The man shot sparks of flame from his wand towards the school you once called home and screamed as he did so. Anger flooded his veins as he came to find his true enemy was still alive. Death Eaters fled the scene and Harry ran up to you, screaming for everyone to get inside of the grounds of the castle. You wished he would say something to you but you knew now was not the time to dottle.

“The snake! We have to kill the snake.” Harry panted, ensuring everyone was gathered in the safe bounds. Nevilles eyes shift to the evil man and Nagini.

“Harry! Look out!” Neville shouts, stepping forward, only a few yards away from Harry. The man’s wand blazes and sparks from the tip send Neville flying through the air 50 feet back into the castle. Harry turns and makes eye contact with you, Ron and Hermione, shocked expressions dawning on all of you; no one could have possibly survived that. The man swept forward as you watched Harry turn and dash into the Entrance Hall.

As Harry and the man who viciously killed his parents started their own fight one on one, you and the others ran into the Great Hall, fighting Death Eaters that enclosed in on you from left to right. You fight to the best of your ability, dodging spells every few seconds. From the corner of your eye you saw Neville twitch and heard a slight groan from his cracked lips. He opens his eyes and looks at you before slowly turning his head and sees a glimmer from his periphery; The Sword of Gryffindor.

Your head whips as you hear Bellatrix laugh insanely as she stands atop a long wooden table, spraying the chaotic room with various spells. As one shoots from her wand, nearly missing Ginny with the bolt. Molly, her mother, sees this shot and stands before her daughter.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!” She raises her wand to Bellatrix. Bellatrix roared with laughter at the sight of Molly, underestimating her power. You felt a sharp stinging pain in your side but again chose to ignore it. Spells shot from Molly’s wand, hitting Bellatrix viciously but she didn’t cease to fight back. Spells shot at Molly as well, stunning her actions for only a moment. Her remaining children attempted to join her on the table, wands at the ready, ready to help defend their sister but Molly shouted.

“Back off boys, she’s mine! You will never touch my children again.” She screamed, spells continuing to bolt from her wand.

“Be thankful we only took one… Besides, it’s not like you don’t have a spare.” Bellatrix indicated to George with a smirk. As she let out a blood curdling laugh, Molly hit her with a spell that made her topple to the ground, her scream filling the air as the oxygen left her lungs before she shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.

Just then, you hear loud pattering and turn to see Hermione and Ron running down the loud stone stairs, running from someone…or something. Nagini, the powerfully large snake tailed behind them, ready to pounce on your best friends. You shot a spell towards the snake, hitting her long neck. Instantly she changed her path and slithered quickly in your direction. Just as you were about to cast another spell, another sharp pain jolted in your stomach and you doubled over, bending in half holding your stomach, closing your eyes tightly waiting for the long sharp fangs to sink into your skin and end your life.

Nagini lowered her head, Hermione and Ron watching in horror as Neville came out of nowhere, the Sword of Godrick Gryffindor in hand, jumping and with one mighty swing, he severed Nagini’s head as it fell to the floor. Her body shriveled and flew into the air as gray dust. The man, now in the room with Harry, froze, watching her body fly away.

The evil man bellowed in pain, his loyal companion now lost, he turned to fire at Harry, and instinctively he countered. The elder wand sailed from the man's hand, the spell ricocheting back onto him. He stands utterly still for a moment, eyes locked on Harry. Suddenly, he froze, his body flaking away in the air, blowing in the wind and killing the man.

Finally, Voldemort was dead.

Everyone stood in astonishment as the man who had killed everyone they loved, friends family, ruined lives, was gone in an instant. Your joy and triumph ended quickly as the sharp pains came once again, worse than it had been before, you felt as if you were going to pass out. A scream came from your lips and your best friend Hermione ran to you as did Harry.

“We need help over here!” Is the last thing you heard before your vision becomes blurry, giving into your pain and falling unconscious to a world other than the real one.

1 day later

Eyes fluttering open, you groaned, head pounding and arm sore. You looked down to see an IV in your vein. Shocked, you also noticed that your clothes had turned into a hospital gown and the Great Hall a hospital room. To your left, you saw Harry, dozed onto his shoulder, still sporting his entirely dirty outfit from the fight.

“Good morning Y/N. Glad to see you’re awake. It’s curious, really.” A doctor said from the corner of the room, having noticed your eyes opened. Your lips felt chapped and cracked so it hurt when you talked but you pushed through.

“What’s curious?” You mumbled in a whisper. He chuckled handsomely with his perfect hair and straight teeth, stepping towards you and perking his head to the side.

“You went into labor during the battle you were in.”

“I did?” You gasped, sitting up a bit, the noise causing Harry to stir awake.

“Indeed. I’m not sure how you didn’t feel the contractions or your water break. It must have been highly painful.” He commented, writing something down in his chart after looking at your monitor.

“Y/N, you're awake!” He shot from his chair, hands pulling you in for a hug. You did the best you could laid down. His lips met yours and you were reunited with a bittersweet kiss that felt as if it lasted for eternity. You turned back to look at the doctor and shrugged.

“I mean, I did but I guess I was so preoccupied that I didn’t realize it. I don’t feel anything now though.”

“That’s because we gave you an epidural.” He said as he tapped your leg, surprisingly, you couldn’t feel the tap.

“Are you ready to do this?” Harry asked, squeezing your hand in his. “They said you’re 7 centimeters dilated, it’s almost time.” You noticed his glasses were smudged and cracked, but he didn’t seem to mind. He still had his messy dark hair and emerald green eyes that you had fallen in love with.

“I sure hope I’m ready.” You sighed, feeling so tired after the last few days' events. “I mean, if I can fight in a war, I’m sure I can give birth.” You joked, Harry leaning down to kiss you again.

19 years later

“Don’t forget to give Professor Longbottom our best.” Hermione called to her daughter Rose as she stepped into the train. She excitedly nodded back to her mother and waved you and your husband of 19 years goodbye.

“Goodbye dear, be safe!” You shouted to your adopted niece. Harry squeezed your side as your son stopped, struggling to tie his shoelace. Harry leans down to join him.

“Will there really be thestrals pulling the carriages?” Albus asked and your husband looked at him warmly.

“There’s nothing scary about thestrals. They’re gentle things. Anyway, you won’t be going up to school in the carriages. You’ll be going in the boats, remember?” Harry asked, and your son nodded. Seeing Harry talk to him gave you butterflies. You smiled at the sight, knowing how amazing of a father Harry was.

“Dad?” you heard your son ask.

“Yes?”

“What if I’m put in Slytherin?” You saw Harry study your son long and hard before leaning in close. The breeze flew your hair into your eye but you wiped it away as you listened to his words.

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin. And he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.” Albus nods but then his face formed into a frown.

“But what if I-”

“Then Slytherin House will have gained a wonderful wizard. But listen, if it means so much to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You jumped in, running your fingers through his hair, recognizing it as his fathers hair. It was crazy and dark as well and stuck out in every direction. Your son made his way onto the train, waving from the window next to Rose. The train jolted to a start and your daughter Lily ran with the window Albus hung out of. It looked like all she wanted to do was join them. Just then you felt a hand land on your shoulder, you jumped a bit frightened but smiled when you saw who it was.

“Rub you frightened me,” You turned to see your eldest son, freshly nineteen years old and standing proudly, towering over you and your husband.

“Rubeus Remus, did you scare your mother again?” Harry asked your son and all you could do was laugh. You smiled seeing how your future was, being grateful you took the chance to be with Harry, fight in the war, even while pregnant, and marry the love of your life. The boy who lived.

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zengle56 · 10 months

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Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Summary: George has been away for a week and is needy when he finally comes back

Warnings: Smut, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral m receiving, insemination? lmao

a/n: thank you so much to hahahafucku for my very first request, I hope this is somewhat what you wanted. this isn't proofread so ignore if there are any misspelled words. i hope you enjoy!

The day with your boyfriend had started out just like any other. You sluggishly trudged to Potions with that cruel Snape first thing in the morning. You particularly hated the class due to being sat next to McLaggen and his nonstop talk about Quidditch which effectively lost you 5 house points every single class with his non-stop chatter. Then, to Transfiguration 2 with McGonagall, not being your worst time of day, having your boyfriend's twin to keep you entertained but not your favorite. Then finally DADA with Mad-Eye, your last dreadful class before lunch.

After a long work-filled lesson about how to kill wizards and witches alike with 5 different types of poisons that will give you a variety of horrid blemishes and boils covering your entire body - you waited patiently outside the class for George to come pick you up. Today you were particularly excited to see him due to the fact that he had been away with his family for about a week, his aunt Pennywhist had passed and his mother insisted on all of her children being there to attend the funeral and grieve. The only peculiar thing was that George said he had never even met his late aunt and noted that he would probably fall asleep during her service.

You wrung your hands together, peeking at your watch as you waited for him, growing more impatient by the minute.

“Oh come on, where is that boy?” You asked yourself, sighing feeling forgotten.

“You mean this boy?” A voice from behind asked as you felt the warm pressure of a hand being pressed against the small of your back. Instant butterflies filled your stomach as his deep voice rang in your ears. Without another word or hesitation you turned around to hug him. Your arms stretched around his thin middle and you squeezed harder than you ever have.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again, I don’t think we can be apart for that long.” You complained, your face against his white dress shirt missing the required house tie around his neck. He chuckled, his chest effectively bouncing you around as he did so.

“I don’t think so either love, I missed you too much, besides, it was far too boring without my little troublemaker.” You rolled your eyes pulling back from his chest and smirked at his untrue words.

“No I think you have it twisted, you’re the troublemaker and I’m an angel.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Well there's no doubt about you being an angel.” He smiles softly. The DADA door swung open causing you both to jump, you unintentionally slamming into his body causing a burn to fall over both of your cheeks. He groaned a bit and you had no idea why, guessing that maybe you stepped onto his toe.

“Well get on, it’s time to get to lunch if you want to eat.” A large Mad-Eye grumbled, his large cane slamming into the ground with each step he took.

You both silently took that as a cue to get on walking to the Great Hall for a long awaited lunch together. You had so many butterflies you nibbled your sandwich, afraid of not being able to stomach big bites. George constantly kept a long arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him just enough to be close together but not too tightly as to restrict either of you from eating. You both are in comfortable silence, well silence between the two of you. The Great Hall rang with voices of students of all ages but your main focus was on the bickering Hermione and Ron in front of you.

“Ronald, you can’t just keep relying on me for the answers in Divination!” She slammed her cup harshly, clearly fed up with his cheating ways.

“But Mione, think about it this way, if you help me with the work, we’ll be able to graduate together and stay together.” Ron argued. The couple surprisingly never argued as much as they had while they were still only friends but when they did it got unnecessarily heated at times.

“Shall we go, my love?” A low voice whispered in your ear, once again instantly filling your tummy with butterflies. Nodding, you grabbed your bag, swung it around your neck, waited for George to do the same, and made your exit from the noisy room hand in hand.

George led you into his empty dorm, it looked just as it did as the time you’d been in before just a few weeks ago. The air wasn’t stale as you had feared but comfortable, lived in. It made you feel as you did at the burrow, at home.

“Oh! Before I forget, mum had given me a gift to give to you, it’s from her and dad.” He said, letting go of your hand and kneeling down to scrimmage through his trunk. Walking over to sit on the edge of his bed, your hand smoothing out the quilt Molly had made for his Christmas one year, you heard an audible ‘Aha’! And smiled while turning to look at George holding a small light blue box.

“For my love.” He presented the box as if you were a queen, bowing down his head with his arms outstretched humorously. Delicately taking it from his hands, you set it down in your lap and opened the top, revealing four strawberries covered in a lilac purple chocolate, probably bewitched not to melt, an educated guess due to them being buried in the bottom of George’s trunk.

“They’re beautiful.” You smiled, appreciating the gift.

“Mum made them for the service but later made an extra batch just for you.” He replied, getting off the floor and sitting next to you. The close proximity and the alone environment instantly gave you butterflies again but not just in your tummy, in between your thighs as well. Being apart from him certainly didn’t help the circumstances but they did give you power, in fact, they gave you an idea.

Slowly reaching into the box, you grabbed one of the strawberries in your fingertips and stared directly at it, taking your time licking your lips before bringing it to your mouth, purposefully smearing some of the melted purple goo on your lips before taking a bite. You chewed with purpose and stuck your tongue out slightly to lick the chocolate from your lips. You could see George intently watching you from the corner of your eye, a tent forming in his pants no doubt.

“Mmm it’s so good.” You practically moaned. “Want some?” you offered, finally making eye-contact with your love who was falling apart at the sight of you. He nodded vigorously before you put one of your hands on his thigh, an instant jump coming from your boyfriend. Your eyebrow instantly cocked, surprised at the sensitivity of your touch. “Sensitive?” You asked, watching as goosebumps raised upon his neck and into his shoulder line beneath his shirt.

“It was so hard being away from you.” He mumbled as you bit into half of a strawberry, holding the sweet chocolate covered fruit between your teeth. Leaning forward with intention, he touched his lips to yours, biting into the strawberry and pulling back, chewing as the sweetness of the purple chocolate melted over his warm tongue.

“What’s been so hard?’ you questioned with a smirk, ‘this?” Your hand moved to the growing tent between his legs and immediately a quiet accidental whimper fell from his lips.

You smiled mischievously, knowing full well of the power you hold over him. As much as you wanted to resist, you were just as touch starved as George and you needed to feel the relief of an amazing orgasm you knew he’d be able to provide you. Unable to hold back any longer, you fell to your knees off of the bed and unbuckled his belt, rushing to unzip his zipper and pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

His hard cock sprang against his stomach, his tip angry and red and already leaking precum. Licking your lips, you grabbed the base and smacked his tip against your lips a few times, strings of the sticky precum trailing from his tip. His body shuttered, eyes rolled to the back of his head while one of his hands shot to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair actively pushing your head up and down. You hid your teeth so as not to scratch him, opening your throat to the best of your abilities while he forced you down. You gagged a few times, needing to pull off for a second or two before resuming again, getting seemingly deeper and deeper each time. As the minutes passed, your face was coated with your slobber and his precum, lubing him effectively before you decided enough was enough and you needed him, badly.

“On your back pretty boy,” you say as you push his chest down before stripping off your clothes that seemed way too constricting. Leaving your soaked panties for last, you threw them in his face, him grabbing them with his teeth in turn. He groaned at the taste of your wetness soaking his tongue and his cock perked up as he tasted.

Crawling up his body he reached up to grab your breast that hung in front of his face and feeling generous, you didn’t stop him or make him ask as you usually would. He pinched and pulled your tender nipples causing moans to spill from your puffy lips - they had swelled while sucking your boyfriend's soul from his cock.

“Want you on my cock” he whimpered, carelessly throwing his head back and blinking his eyes rapidly. You flushed at his words but tried your very best to show nothing but confidence and dominance.

“You want me to slam my wet pussy down on your cock?”

“Mmm” was all he could muster out before you complied to his request and sunk your hips down onto his and felt his well-endowed cock fill your hole until it hit your cervix. It painfully stung but you continued on, lowering until you were fully sitting on his erect dick. Using all of your leg strength, you slowly began bouncing yourself up and down, feeling every inch of him filling you with expertise. His hands still pinching your nipples, you felt both of your breaths speeding up, hinting that you were both close to your climaxes.

“Oh fuck Georgie, fill me up.” You moaned and he lowered his hands down to your hips holding them in place while his hips quickly fucked into you, quickly switching your dominance to himself. As he fucked, your skin slapped together, the sound filling the room as well as the bed squeaking.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me Georgie, cum inside my little pussy” you practically scream as he gives a few more fast pumps before cumming deep inside of you, soaking the outside of your cervix with his white sticky ropes. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides made your hand that had moved to your clit move that much faster, inducing your very own orgasm that you had been longing for. As you both caught your breath, you lifted yourself off of his now limp cock that fell shriveled against his pelvic bone while you laid beside him.

“I didn’t realize how starved you really were.” You sighed as you finally caught your breath, an irremovable grin caught on your lips.

“What can I say, I can’t go that long without my angel.” He charmed you with his words and grabbed your face to bring you in for a kiss.

“But no really, don’t ever be gone for that long again.” You say as you grabbed his face pulling away from his intense kiss.

“Ha, I wasn’t planning on it.” He assured, running his hand down your stomach. “Anyways, round two?”

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