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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

Summary:





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 7: 07..Hold My Hand




Defying Gravity
Chapter 7: Hold My Hand 




The group of four landed in the snow covered garden of the two story cottage just outside of Newport, Pembrokeshire. Fields surrounded the house, with a view of the Preseli mountains behind and the sea in front.

“Welcome to Penhwyr.” Teddy waved his arm dramatically, gesturing to the white building in front of him. “Come, come,” he persuaded, waving them inside after his wife, who was already entering the cosy home.

The house fit Teddy and Victoire’s personalities to a ‘T’. The foyer walls were bright blue, with dark mahogany trim and staircase leading to the first floor. To the left off the foyer was a room with wood panelled walls lined with bookshelves and a cosy sitting nook. Past that was a sitting room, dining room, a large kitchen, and an office with two desks.

Albus and Teddy went in to the kitchen to prepare lunch, leaving the girls alone in the sitting room. The first thing Nat noticed there was the large fireplace. The hearth was made of green faux-marble tile leading off to the beautiful, dark hard wood floors.

“This is amazing,” Nat breathed, fingering the wood mantel above the fireplace. There were pictures in frames atop the mantel, the one closest to her fingers being a picture of the Potter family all smiling back at her. She immediately looked away.

“I decorated everything,” Victoire smiled proudly. On the wall across from a large settee was a large framed family portrait. Victoire wore pale blue robes, Teddy’s hair was its natural sandy brown shade, and on Victoire’s lap was a bouncing blonde baby girl who looked to be only about six months old.

“That was taken last month,” Victoire said next to her ear and she jumped. Victoire laughed softly. “Christmas gift to ourselves, you know? You’ll want to remember every detail; they grow so fast!”

“How is Jade?” Nat ran her finger along the baby’s head before turning her attention to her friend.

“She’s teething at the moment,” Nat grimaced and Victoire nodded, solemnly. “And she’s using a sippy cup! It took her a few tries, but she’s determined, just like her daddy.”

A light smile played over Nat’s features as her head turned back to the family portrait. Victoire patted her back affectionately and tears sprung to her eyes. She turned her head and buried it in the elder’s awaiting shoulder.

“Shh,” Victoire muttered soothingly, patting the girls’ blonde head affectionately.

“I’ve g-gone and d-done it,” Nat sobbed brokenly. She pulled away from Victoire and wiped nose with the back of her hand. She sniffed loudly. “I’ve broken a family apart. I’m a home wrecker…”

“No you’re not.” Victoire went to put her arms around the younger girl, but she backed away.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You’re not so bad, you know?” she attempted to joke. At Nat’s horrified expression, her blue eyes softened. “You’re my cousin’s girlfriend and you are pregnant with my cousin,” she reached down and placed a hand over Nat’s still flat belly. “And you are smart and fun and easy to get along with…”

Nat smiled, shifting from let to right. “Go on,” she encouraged.

“Now you’re just fishing for compliments!” They shared a laugh. “Seriously, though. Once Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny get over the initial shock, everything will work out.”

“You promise?”

“Of course I promise! How could they not see how happy you make Albus?”

“He makes me happy, too,” she admitted softly. She looked down at her hands, picking at a hangnail and continuing. “I never thought this could happen.”

“Anytime you have sex—”

“No,” Nat interrupted. “I mean, falling in love. At my age. I really feel like Albus is the one, you know? I wouldn’t have slept with him nor stayed with him so long if I thought otherwise. I just…I didn’t think it would happen so soon.”

“It happens,” Victoire told her softly. “Take Teddy and me for example. He was the annoying boy who was always over at my Uncle Harry’s house whenever I went to play. Then, he was this annoying little boy who bugged me to borrow quills or stole my chocolate frogs at school. Then, he was a resident Gryffindor hottie that made all the girls swoon. I scoffed.” Nat smiled and tilted her head in wonder.

“I thought you were together at school.”

“Oh we were. The summer before my seventh year—before he went off to Auror training—we sort of ended up snogging while we were supposed to be watching my cousins. We didn’t get caught, yet. Until the train to Hogwarts.”

“I just went to see her off,” Teddy defended himself as he and Albus entered the room bringing with them a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Teddy ‘accio’ed glasses and they were soon munching on the food and talking.

“I remember that,” Albus said, eyes wide. “I was freaking out about being sorted in to Slytherin and James comes running up saying he saw Teddy and Vicky snogging.”

“Yes, well, I got quite the ribbing from Harry after that,” Teddy grumbled in to his glass.

“He already knew, though,” Victoire pointed out. “Dad told him about us, like, the day after mum told him. Said he wanted Uncle Harry to keep an eye on you at training. Didn’t want his first born’s heart to get broken.”

“If only he knew about Mitchell Flannigan your sixth year, ey?”

“Bastard,” Victoire grumbled. “It’s okay, though. Look what I got out of the deal!” She leaned over and kissed Teddy soundly.

Albus leaned over to Nat and nudged her, catching her attention from the snogging couple. “That’ll be us in a few years,” he muttered in to her ear.

“What married and snogging?”

“Yep.” Nat’s head whipped around to Albus and he had to quickly back away from getting hit.

“What?”

He simply shrugged, stuffing what was left of his sandwich in to his mouth and smiling around it. Teddy and Victoire finally extracted themselves from each other and turned to the couple sitting before them.

“Ooh, it’s almost two. Ted, clean up this mess while I show them to their room.”

They left a grumbling Teddy to the dishes and Victoire led the couple back through the foyer and up the stairs. They bypassed the first door on the right and went to the first door on the left a few paces down.

“This is the nursery,” she informed them, opening the door and stepping in. It was lavishly decorated in light pink and white, a beautiful white wooden rocking chair off to the side along with a crib, changing table, and numerous stuffed toys.

“I love the stars,” murmured Nat, referring to the trim painted pink with white stars.

“Teddy painted this room all by himself. It was a surprise and it was amazing. He had reservations about making the room so pink…” Victoire paused, smiling warmly.

“Anyway,” she pushed out of the room and back down the hall to the door they’d passed. “This is the spare room.” She pushed open the door to reveal a small bedroom with a double bed. The colour scheme was scarlet and gold, and the wooden furniture was oak stained dark.

“Go, Go, Gryffindor!” Albus mused, throwing himself across the four poster bed.

“Right down to the Gryffindor toilet seat cover,” Victoire giggled. She motioned to the door across from the bed. “Private bathroom. I’ll get you some extra towels eventually. Don’t tell my mother I’m such a bad hostess.”

Nat turned to her, her eyes tear-filled. “Thank you so much, Vic. This is really nice of you and Teddy to do…”

“Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t. We’re friends—no! Family. This is what family does for each other. Help them in their time of need. Now,” she rubbed her hands together. “Darlene Christenson will be here in about ten minutes. She’s always prompt, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she was here any minute.”

“She’s coming here?” Nat gaped.

“Of course. If you hadn’t noticed, there’s no maternity ward at Saint Mungos. Darlene’s great, though. She makes you feel so comfortable and makes sure you know everything you need to know.”

There was a ringing throughout the house and Victoire’s eyes lit up. “That’s her. Are you ready?” Nat gave a shaky sigh, and Victoire smiled sympathetically. She could hear Teddy greeting the Mediwitch downstairs.

A moment later there was movement on the stairs and then a tall, lanky woman walked in, a large bag underneath her arm. She had thick red framed glasses perched on a pointy, beak-like nose, and her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun at the base of her skull. She wore a pencil skirt and blazer set, rather than robes, and the brown wool suit looked to be custom made to mould perfectly to her body. She was already tall with long legs, but the brown leather pumps on her feet added height so that her gaze was level with Teddy’s.

“Ah, Vicky,” she spoke in a soft voice that demanded attention and respect without being overbearing, “Teddy tells me Jade is doing wonderfully.”

“Oh, gosh, she’s getting so big,” Victoire gushed. “She’s with her Grampy right now, the poor girl.” Then she turned to Nat and Albus. “Darlene, I’d like you to meet Natalya, the girl I was telling you about in my letter, and my cousin Albus.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Darlene smiled politely shaking first Albus’ and then Nat’s hand. “Natalya, is it?”

“Nat, actually. Only my mother called me Natalya.”

“Called?” the mediwitch raised her dark eyebrows.

“Oh, she err…kind of left my dad when I was nine.”

“You poor dear, I’m so sorry!”

“It was a long time ago…” Nat looked down at the floor and groped for Albus’ hand.

“And you’re the father?” Darlene turned to Albus.

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded politely.

“Please, child, call me Darlene. Ma’am makes me feel so…old.” She looked to be his parents’ age, her dusky dark hair beginning to turn grey, and he didn’t want to make her privy to the fact that he thought that was old.

“Well let’s talk for a moment, shall we?” She motioned to the bed and Nat, Albus, and Victoire all sat on the ends and sides while she sat in the dark wooden chair at the dark wooden desk. She pulled a clipboard from her large bag, also taking out a muggle pen. She clicked the top and then set them both on the desk before turning to the group. Teddy leaned against the door frame, muscled arms crossed over his chest.

“So, how old are you both?” She crossed one knee over the other.

“We’re both seventeen.” Nat answered for the both of them. Darlene looked surprised, her thinly sculpted eyebrows raised halfway to her hairline.

“Still in school?” they both nodded, and she jotted something down on the clipboard. “And have you informed Headmistress McGonagall about your situation?”

“Um, no. We were waiting for it to be confirmed, actually.” Albus answered. Nat clasped her hand in his, leaning against him for support.

“A home pregnancy test confirmed, right? A false positive is very, very unlikely. Have you been having morning sickness.”

“Yes, ma’—Darlene. Every day. Three or four times a day.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised again and she jotted more down on the clipboard.

“Is that bad?” Nat worried her lip.

“It’s a sign for a difficult pregnancy,” Darlene told her bluntly and her face fell. “But I assure you, no pregnancy is ever easy, especially for someone your age. There most likely is nothing wrong. I’m going to do a full exam now, and then we can talk about the results after, alright?”

During the exam, Darlene made Nat feel so comfortable that she actually fell asleep. She barely sensed being poked and prodded, and only awoke when Albus gently shook her. Her crystal blue eyes opened to see pictures projected above her abdomen.

“Your blood pressure is fine, your weight is okay. I need to draw some blood for testing. I have to disclose that tests for sexually transmitted infections are included and are mandatory for the first appointment, so if there’s anything you should tell me…”

“No!” Albus said immediately, jarring the bed enough for the projection to disappear. He apologized quickly before saying, “There’s not. We’ve only ever been with each other.” Nat nodded in agreement and Darlene nodded, writing more on her clipboard.

She used the tip of her long wand to draw blood and fill two vials. Nat winced and looked away at the sight of the crimson substance painlessly leaving her body. The spot was healed a moment later.

“Okay, well, everything looks good, Nat. You’re about seven and a half weeks along, which puts your conception date around the beginning of November, and, with forty weeks gestation, makes your due date—” she marked some things off on her clipboard, “—the end of July. Around the thirty-first.”

“July thirty-first?” Teddy laughed from the doorway. He got four pairs of eyes glowering back at him for interrupting. “Sorry,” he muttered, a hint of a smile still on his face.

After a long pause and a bit more writing from Darlene, she looked back to the couple on the bed. “I have to admit, I’m a bit hesitant about you both going back to school after the holidays. It will be stressful and you must promise to take it easy”—they both nodded feverishly—“also, I will need to discuss with Minerva, but I should be able to make it to Hogwarts once a month for your prenatal checkups. Between visits the Healer on staff should have had prenatal training during her internship and can assist you.”

She jotted a few more notes on her clipboard with an air of finality, and then began packing her things. Before she left, she told Albus and Nat how to reach her in case of an emergency, gave Nat prenatal potions and a prescription for more that she should get filled at Saint Mungos before she left for Hogwarts, and showed the blonde teen exercises she could do to help with aching muscles and to keep herself healthy.

“You should start gaining weight very soon,” she pointed out on her way out the door. Nat was fine with that; she never had been one of those vain girls who ate next to nothing and exercised constantly, so a few extra pounds didn’t frighten her. The mediwitch set up an appointment for a few days before they were to go back to school so she could check her before the train ride.

“Well, that was exciting, wasn’t it?” Victoire said, closing the door behind Darlene. She turned to the couple, who were standing at the foot of the stairs, hands clasped together.

“It was,” Nat agreed, smiling. “It’s made it so much more real. Like, it’s really happening. My baby’s healthy and it’s got a due date.”

“Yeah,” Albus agreed. “July thirty-first. Dad’ll love that.” Nat looked at him, confusion scrunching her features. “That’s Dad’s birthday,” he told her. She nodded.

“It’s okay. Most first-timers are late. Jade was two weeks. By the end I was tearing out my hair ready for it to be over. Ted and I were having sex every day,” she giggled at their sour expressions, “to induce labour.”

“Right,” Albus shook his head to get rid of the mental picture.

They moved in to the sitting room where Teddy was munching on crackers, and Nat caught a glimpse of the family clock. The lower portion of the clock had three hands and a variety of labels, the hands with Teddy and Victoire’s faces on them pointing to ‘Home’ and the one with Jade’s chubby face was pointing at ‘Uncle Harry’s’. The top half was an actual clock, and Nat gasped.

“Wow, that took a lot longer than I would have thought.”

“You did sleep through most of it,” Albus told her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest. “I had to answer all of these questions for you, about your medical history and such. I realized how little I know about your family.”

“I’m not sure I could’ve answered them any better,” she whispered, sadly.

Victoire walked back in to the room after disappearing in to the kitchen and smiled at the teenagers. “I’m getting ready to start dinner. Would you like to help, Nat?”

“Sure,” Nat nodded, speaking around a yawn.

“I’m going to head over to Harry’s to get Jade from Bill,” Teddy told his wife from the kitchen. “Want to come, Al?”

Albus bit his lip in indecision, but ultimately decided not to go. He asked Teddy to pick up his trunk and then moved in to the kitchen to watch the ladies make supper.

Teddy flooed there, it being too far to apparate. He stepped out of the fireplace to a crowded kitchen. Harry was sitting at the table, Ginny on one side, Ron and Hermione on the other. They were talking in whispers. Molly Weasley stood at the stove, stirring something in a pot, her husband nowhere to be found. Fleur sat next to George at the crowded table, and Teddy bent down to kiss her cheek.

“Hey, mum. Where’s my daughter?”

“Teddy!” She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. “Pleeze tell me oo talked to zem.” He nodded. “She eez wiz Beel in zee living room.”

He walked out of the kitchen without looking at his god father, but instead of going in to the sitting room, he moved up the stairs to where he knew Albus’ room was.

Albus’ trunk was open at the foot of his bed, clothes astray, and Teddy muttered a quick spell to repack the trunk. Then he shrunk it and shoved it in to his pocket before leaving the room. He ran in to Lily on the landing and she pulled him back in to Albus’ room.

“He’s staying with us for holiday,” he told her in a hushed tone. “She’s been checked out by a mediwitch, the baby is fine. She can continue to get checkups at Hogwarts and she should be finished with school before the baby’s due. Think you can pass that along to Rose? Nat was worried about her.” Lily nodded and Teddy kissed her forehead before leaving the room.

“There’s my girl!” He called when he entered the sitting room. His little girl, her blonde hair curling at the nape of her neck, was on Rose’s lap. Rose was leaning against the couch, Scorpius sitting next to her with their fingers threaded together. His father in law lay across the couch, snoring softly. His brother and sister in law and their cousin Fred were playing Exploding Snap Extreme! on the floor in a corner, and they all looked up at his entrance.

“Is she okay? Are they okay?” Rose burst out as Teddy lifted his giggling, gurgling daughter off of Rose’s lap.

“They’re fine,” he insisted, not wanting to go in to detail. He glanced over to where James and Hugo had been playing chess, but both boys were looking at him. “Talk to Lily,” he muttered before picking up the diaper bag and leaving the room.

He entered the kitchen, fully intent on ignoring its inhabitants and flooing away immediately, when a strangled voice stopped him.

“Are they okay?”

He turned to the woman who had been like a mother to him, and the icy exterior he’d put up in indignation on behalf of Albus and Nat melted a bit. Ginny Potter was a complete wreck. Her normally bright red hair was a dull shade, her brown eyes were red and puffy from crying and there were dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep. He glanced to her right and noted that Harry Potter didn’t look much, if any, better.

He nodded in answer, shifting his daughter on his hip. “Um, she saw a healer. The same one Vic had. Says she’s perfectly healthy, the baby’s fine…she’s even willing to go to Hogwarts for her checkups.”

“And Albus,” Ginny’s tear-filled eyes finally turned to him. “Is he still…angry?”

Teddy nodded and gulped. He felt the gaze of every adult in the room on him and he subconsciously clutched Jade closer to his body. “He’s calmed down a lot, since the healer…I think it became more real to them, you know?”

“Any chance he’s coming home?” Molly turned, one hand clutched around a wooden spoon, her knuckles turning white in worry for her grandson.

“We’ve offered for them to stay with us. I’m not going to push them in to it…they know the option’s there.” He didn’t mention the reduced-sized trunk in his pocket. “They’ll be at dinner tomorrow,” he assured them before picking up a handful of floo powder.

“Oh, and Harry?” he started, turning away from the fire to look at his god father. “She’s due July thirty-first.”

The last thing he heard before holding Jade tight to his chest and whirling away was a choked sob and something hard hitting against the table.


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