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Defying Gravity by momoe

Format: Novel
Chapters: 26
Word Count: 122,943
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Teddy, Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, Victoire, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Harry/Ginny, Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, James/OC

First Published: 04/26/2008
Last Chapter: 12/20/2009
Last Updated: 12/20/2009


Seventh year Gryffindor Prefect, Albus Potter, and his girlfriend, Nat, have found themselves in an unthinkable situation: expecting a baby.  Murphy's Law applied, the next nine months will be filled with hardships starting with a pretty major one: telling the parents.

Chapter 6: 06..Here in Your Arms

Defying Gravity
Chapter 6: Here in Your Arms

Albus stood from the chair in front of the desk and walked to the door. He cast a sideways glance at the door to the loo, making sure Nat was still in the bath. He wiped his suddenly sweaty palms against his plain white undershirt before opening the door.

He was grateful that his mother wasn’t behind the door, because he would not be held responsible for his actions towards her, but sighed loudly when he saw James grinning from behind their father. He opened the door just wide enough for him to lean against the frame and nodded, waiting for one of them to say something.

“So, where’s preggers?” James snickered.

“James Sirius!” Harry hissed, elbowing his eldest in the stomach. He glanced around to check to see if anyone had overheard him, and when he turned back around to his middle child, the door was slammed in his face.

“What the fuck,” he cursed, raising his hand to knock again. Before he could, though, the door opened and Albus stepped out, pushing the two of them in to the corridor so he could close the door behind him.

Then, Albus crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows to his father waiting for him to say something. The hallway was narrow and smelled of mouldy carpet. James whistled and rocked back on his heels, his hands clasped in front of him and his eyes trained on a suspicious looking stain on the ceiling. Harry sighed, running a hand through his already messy black hair, looking into the eyes of the boy who was his spitting image.

“Is she okay?” he asked finally. Albus nodded slowly.

“Her ankle is sprained. She’s in the bath right now, then I’m going to heal it.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t need Saint Mungo’s?” Harry folded his arms over his chest. “She will need to get checked out eventually.”

“Fuck, dad,” Albus muttered, swiping a hand through his hair.

“Language, son,” Harry scolded, but his heart wasn’t really in it.

“We haven’t really talked about that, okay? Mostly I’ve been trying to calm her down. She’s been so distraught and it’s not good for the baby.”

“Omigod, omigod, omigod,” James was muttering, listening to the conversation in front of him, his hands moving up to in front of his face.

“At least come home,” Harry pleaded. An older wizard with greying hair and crooked glasses ambled passed them in the corridor and entered the room on the right a ways beyond them, casting a glance at the trio before closing the door behind him.

“Ha!” Albus laughed. Harry frowned, glancing sideways at the door the man had disappeared in to.

“Can we talk about this inside?” he whispered. Albus shook his head.

“Go home, dad. There’s nothing more that can be done tonight. Nat and I are tired. Emotionally drained. And I’m so pissed off at the two of you I really don’t want to be alone with you.” Even as he said it, Albus snorted. Yeah, like he could really take the Head of the Auror Department.

“What’d I do?” Harry immediately retorted, defensively.

“It’s more of what you didn’t do.”

“Omigod, omigod, omigod,” James continued muttering, watching the exchange between father and son with excited brown eyes.

“I just need some time…” Harry admitted weakly. “You are seventeen years old, Al. We didn’t expect…”

“Like I did?”

They lapsed in to a period of silence. Albus stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets and slumped against the door frame, staring at the floor. Harry chose a crack in the ceiling. James glanced between the two, a wide smile on his face.

Harry spoke first.

“Okay…um—stay here tonight, and I’ll talk to your mother. You can come around for tea tomorrow. She should be cooled down by then.”

“No,” Albus answered immediately. “Hell no! Not after all the things she said!”

“What?” Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief at the blatant disobedience from his well-mannered son.

“You’re right, Dad, I’m seventeen years old. I’m of age. I don’t have to do what you tell me anymore. I have more than just me to think about now, and there’s no way I’m taking Nat back there until she’s ready. And I promise you, she won’t be ready by tomorrow. She may never be read, and that’s perfectly fine with me.” Albus crossed his arms defiantly, his gazing daring his father to protest.

“So you’re just going to stay here for the holidays?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure. I need to talk to Nat. We might just head back to Hogwarts. Can’t really afford to stay here now that we’ve got to start saving up for a baby.”

“Omigod, omigod, omigod.”

“You don’t even want to talk to your mother about this? We can help you, Al. We support you.”

“Funny way of showing it.”

“So that’s it, then?” Harry’s anger grew and his voice raised, something he rarely ever did around his children. “You’re a big man now so you’re going to go and break your mother’s heart? She’s been having a rough time as it is, Al, and now this…”

“Like she’s trying to be supportive,” Albus spat, his own anger peaking. “We realize we screwed up, okay? But we’re trying to make the best of it and I’ll be damned if I’m going to compromise my girlfriend or my child just so mum can have some peace of mind. If she wanted that, she shouldn’t have called Nat a slut and pretty much inferred that I was some loser who was so horny and desperate he’d fuck anything with the right anatomy!”

Harry winced at the last comment, and chose to ignore it. “You’re going to do that to your aunts and uncles and cousins? Forgo Christmas? What about them?” Harry switched tactics as the ‘mother’ card was fizzling out fast.

“There’s so many of them it would take all night for them to even notice that I wasn’t there. And I plan on going to Grandmum’s on Christmas Eve, okay? But I don’t know about Nat…”

“I don’t know what to say, son.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, his green eyes glittering with unshed tears.

“Goodnight, Dad. See you Christmas Eve.”

Albus entered his room quickly, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly. He had never spoken to his father like that, ever. He was already feeling guilty over it when there was another knock on the door.

“Go home, dad,” Albus said resting his head against the door.

“It’s James.”

Albus opened the door to his brother, noting his dad was nowhere to be found. James stood, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” James muttered, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Um—I just thought you might need this.” He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a small box-like object and thrust it in to Albus’ hands.

“Thanks, bro.”

“You want to talk about it?” said James. His brown eyes held an air of genuineness and Albus smiled softly.

“No thanks. I want to go to sleep.”

James nodded, understandingly. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but abruptly closed it and then smiled. “Have a—” he waggled his eyebrows “—fun night. See you later, bro.” James turned to leave, but Albus grabbed his shoulder to stop him. The brothers stepped into the hall and Albus shut the door behind him with a snap.

They put their heads together, brown eyes meeting green, and then, “I need to borrow some money.”

James nodded as if he’d anticipated the statement. “How much?”

Green eyes widened and Albus stared at his brother. Never in his life had Albus encountered such a generous James. Sarcastic James, yes. Focused James, yes. But never Generous James. That was a first, and way out of character. There was something going on with his brother. But, unfortunately he didn’t have the time or the patience to explore it further.

“Erm, well…as much as you can spare, actually. With the baby and Healers bills and then…” he trailed, breaking his brothers’ gaze to stare at the ratty red carpet.

“Say no more, bro. I’ll get some investments switched around, put your name on a few things…by the time that baby comes you’ll be sitting on a pretty little estnegg, so to misspeak.”

That was more like the James he knew. Sarcastic and funny and always trying to make you smile.

“I mean, it’s not like I can’t afford it, being a Professional Quidditch player and all…” James trailed, watching the crestfallen look cover Albus’ face. “Sorry, bro.”

Albus shrugged. So there were dreams of his that would never happen. That would be okay, as long as he was with Nat.

Then he realised how old and mature he sounded. He gave himself a figurative pat on the back for that, and then hugged his brother. After a minute or so of idle chit-chat, James headed back to the house and Albus moved back into the room, closing the door behind him.

He held up the box-like object he’d forgot he’d been carrying and placed it on the bureau. Nat sat on the settee in naught but his jumper, which came to her mid-thigh. She stood and walked to him, leaning on her tip toes to kiss him.

“Did you hear it all?” she nodded and kissed him again. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too.” She kissed him once more before turning to the object he’d placed on the bureau. “What’s that?”

“Er…I don’t know.” He picked it up and placed it carefully on the floor in front of him. Then, he took his wand from the back pocket of his jeans and did a quick ‘engorgio’ on it. The small box stretched in to a big trunk. Nat’s trunk.

“I’ve got clothes now!” Instead of going for her trunk, though, she climbed up on to the bed, pulled the covers back, and sat in their vacant space against the pillows. She slid her legs underneath the heavy blanket and folded her hands in front of her.

“Does that mean I can have my jumper back?”

“Nope. It’s mine now.”

“You can’t sleep in that heavy thing. You’ll roast.” He nodded his head to the fire.

“I can always take it off.”

“But you’re not wear—” realization dawned on him and she grinned. “You little minx.”

“Gotta love me!” She laughed when he jumped on the bed and began tickling her. After a moment he was straddling her hips and she was laughing, the jumper had bunched up around her stomach.

“I do,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on her nose. “Very much.”

Albus rolled over, clutching the warmth closer to him, as the insistent pounding continued. He snuggled in to the familiar smell of Nat’s freshly cleaned hair, his hand clutching her hip. The banging did not stop.

Grumbling, he fumbled on the bed side table for his watch. He found it and noted it was eight in the morning. He rolled back over, intent on ignoring the noise. Nat was having none of that, and swatted his arm.

“’nswer the door,” she mumbled, her voice husky with sleep. He couldn’t help but find that incredibly sexy. He intended on telling her so, too, but she slapped his arm again.

Grumbling he pushed the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He didn’t bother with a shirt. If the person on the other side of the door was so eager to speak with him, they could stand the sight of him in his maroon bludger boxers.

He padded to the door and swung it open. He was not expecting to find his Uncle Bill on the other side. The older man smiled widely at him, scars standing out white and stretching across his tan face.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

“Yes, it is morning. Haven’t been up long enough to decide if it’s good yet, but so far it isn’t looking to be. What’s up, Uncle Bill?” Albus folded his arms and waited.

“I was hoping I could take you and…erm—” He paused. He looked decidedly uncomfortable in the dimly lit hallway, and shuffled from side to side on his feet. He looked as if he’d rather be anywhere but there at that moment. Bill nodded at the door.
“Nat,” Albus offered, and Bill’s eyes lit up as if in recognition.

“Yes, Nat. I wanted to take you and Nat out to breakfast.” Albus yawned loudly.

“Which one did you talk to?”

For a moment Bill looked like he wanted to deny the accusation, but then he sighed. “Your mum flooed me at seven this morning. She’s in a right state, worried after you. And Nat,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

Albus narrowed his eyes. “Thanks for the offer, Uncle Bill, but it’s been a long night and my girlfriend’s pregnant, you know. Needs her rest. Thanks though.”

And much like with his dad the previous night, he closed the door in his uncle’s face. He felt remorse immediately. Bill hadn’t done anything wrong. He was just trying to help. But Albus had to think about Nat and her feelings, and Bill forcing them to talk about it wouldn’t do either of them any good.

He slid in to bed next to Nat, who had rolled over and was facing him. He grabbed her about the waist and pulled her in to him, sliding his leg between hers. She shrieked and jumped up.

“Crikey, your feet are cold!”

“Sorry, Love.” He bent his knees moving his feet away from her, and she settled back in his arms. He leaned down, kissing her lips gently. She cupped her hand around his head, forcing them to remain attached. She deepened the kiss, threading her fingers through his hair.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at the base of her throat, and came to the edge of the jumper, which she surprisingly kept on throughout the night. His hand trailed up her leg to rest on her hip.

“Al?” she whispered and he moaned against her neck in reply. “Is it safe…for the baby?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, marking her neck and then placing gentle kisses where the bruise was forming.

“How do you know?” She pulled back slightly, her crystal eyes seeking his emerald ones.

He smirked. “Teddy used to brag about shagging Victoire while she was pregnant with Jade. Said it was the best sex ever. D’ya wanna test that theory?”

“Well,” she mumbled when his lips descended on her neck again. “Since we’re up…”

For the second time that morning, Albus was woken by loud knocks on his door. He rolled over, fully intent on ignoring them again, when he realized Nat was not in bed with him. He reached out, finding the place she had been lying still warm, and opened one eye to see her coming out of the loo, her face white as a sheet and her lips red and swollen.

“I’ll get it,” she said and padded over to the door in just his jumper and a pair of thick socks she must’ve pulled on when she got up. Before he could protest, she was at the door and opening it. He slid his glasses up his nose and sighed loudly.

There was mumbled talking and then she opened it wider, allowing the knockers to enter the room. Albus noted a head of light brown hair (a shock for Teddy, it being so plain) followed by white-blonde.

“Hey, Al,” Teddy Lupin greeted his god brother as he entered the room and sat down on the settee. His wife and Albus’ cousin, Victoire, sat next to him.

Albus rose up on to his forearms and propped himself against pillows. He watched Nat pulling the bottom of his jumper down farther over her bare legs before she moved to her trunk and pulled out a pair of sweatpants.

Politely, the guests looked away while she pulled them on. “So, what are you guys doing here?” she asked when she was finished. Victoire had been a prefect Nat and Albus’ first year and helped them especially, showing them around school and such. Victoire had been thrilled when she found out Nat and Albus were dating, and Nat owled her often for advice.

“Oh, er—Harry owled me this morning, actually. With some…um—news.” Teddy looked distinctly uncomfortable and didn’t look either of them in the face.

“I’m pregnant,” Nat blurted, her gaze on Victoire, who was smiling at her.

“Yeah…that was the erm—news.” Teddy shifted on the couch, his gaze landing on Nat’s feet rather than her face.

“I figured,” Nat told them, her eyes cast downward for a brief moment before she turned to Albus and gave him a weak smile.

“So you must tell us,” said Victoire. “When did you find out?”

“A little over a week ago,” Nat mumbled, sitting at the foot of the bed near Albus’ feet. “I’d been getting sick and got a pregnancy test at the apothecary in Hogsmeade the last visit.”

“Have you seen a healer?”

“Um, no. Haven’t had time, really.”

Victoire’s eyes lit up. “Oh the first appointment is so exciting! I can refer you to mine. I can owl her right now and see if she can get you checked out before Christmas.” At Nat’s nod, she moved over to the desk and took a piece of the parchment that was in every room, along with the quill, and wrote a quick note. She then excused herself to find an owl.

“I’m assuming you’re keeping it, then.” Teddy said once Victoire left. Nat nodded fiercely and Albus said, “Yes,” bracingly. “Good,” was all Teddy said and the room was quiet until Victoire came back.

“Now that’s taken care of,” she relit the fire with her wand and then sat back next to Teddy. “First of all,” she looked back and forth between her cousin and his girlfriend, “we want you to know that we are not here because Uncle Harry asked us to come, okay?”

“But he did ask you?”

“Yes,” Teddy answered, “after the owl, he apparated in at around nine, I guess when he found out you kicked Bill out,” he shot a wide smile at Albus and Victoire clucked disapprovingly at her husband. Teddy cleared his throat. “And he asked us to try and talk some sense in to you…to make you go home.”

“We told him we wouldn’t until we heard the whole story,” Victoire cut in. After he told us, we both said we were on your side and mentioned how disappointed we were in him and Aunt Ginny. I, for one, always looked up to her, being the only girl in a family of her size. How she can usually keep calm and cool in a situation. I told him that I was ashamed of the way she behaved and spoke.”

“Me, too,” Teddy added.

“And the only reason we agreed to come here at all is because we both care about you—both of you—and want to make sure you’re looked after. No matter how mature you think you are, Albus Severus Potter, you are not ready to be on your own.”

“But I can’t go back there,” Albus said, vehemently. “I won’t!”

“We agree, Al. We’re on your side,” Teddy insisted, clasping his hands in front of him on the settee. “So, we want you to come stay with us through the holidays.” Albus opened his mouth to protest, but Teddy held up a hand. “You can’t afford to stay here for three weeks, Al. And only under special circumstances can you go back to Hogwarts early. It’s your choice, but you’re welcome at our house.”

“Your dad said you mentioned coming for Christmas Eve?”

“We haven’t really talked about it…” Albus muttered.

“Well, not to try and berate you or anything, but now’s as good a time as any. There’s a lot of decisions that need to be made, Al.”

“I know, Ted. I’m—we’re—just really overwhelmed right now.”

A noise at the window startled the group and Nat stood and went over to the tiny window, opening it. A small brown owl flew in and landed on the desk next to where Victoire was sitting. It held out its leg, a scroll attached to it. She took it and the owl took flight again, out of the open window.

“Ooh, it’s from Mediwitch Christenson. That was quick! She’s free this afternoon at two o’clock.” She gazed down at her watch and then back at the parchment.

“That gives us just enough time for a spot of lunch,” Teddy said, standing and stretching. “If this is all okay with you two, of course.”

Nat and Albus looked at each other for a moment. “We really can’t afford to stay here for three weeks, Al,” Nat said, placing a hand on her wool-covered abdomen. Albus smiled at her gesture and nodded.

“Okay,” he conceded. “We’ll stay with you.”

“Great,” Victoire stood, rolling the parchment back up. “Just get dressed and we’ll head to our house. We’ve already settled the bill with Tom.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Albus muttered, his ears turning red.

“Call it an early baby shower gift,” Teddy smirked, his eyes landing on Albus, who was sitting up in the bed, shirtless with sheets wrapped about his waist. “What are you waiting for, Al?”

“Well, Ted, I kind of don’t have any clothes on and I’m a little iffy on letting my cousin and her husband—i.e. my god brother—see me starkers…”

“Point. We’ll wait downstairs.”

“You’re sure my parents aren’t down there ready to make a scene once we leave.”

“Promise,” Teddy held up three fingers. He then turned to leave, following Victoire out the door while Nat went to collect her dirty clothes from the bathroom.

“Ted,” said Albus just as Teddy was walking out the door. The older wizard stopped and poked his head back in.

“Yeah?” He asked.