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It helped that a dozen was from the future, so unknown to all but Fenrir, Tom and himself.

As always, Fenrir met him there, “How did it go, Fen?” Harry asked, a soft smile on his face as he observed his son. So strong, so powerful, so good and so proud of himself, he’d done that, well, a lot of it. Fenrir had never been ashamed of his lycanthrope, but he’d been so angry, bitter, vengeful and hateful. This Fenrir had never experienced hatred, he’d made sure of it.

“Couple of the kids need a few potions,” Fenrir rumbled out, as he approached, as he always did, scooped up his father in a great big hug. “Other than that, it went well.”

“Were they in the trunk?” Harry asked once he was released by his mammoth of a son. The ones who didn’t have full control over their wolf – and it was possible if they accepted themselves fully – stayed in the trunk Harry had created all those years ago. They could run around in the safety of the trunk without fear of getting out or hurting humans. Which is what they all did until Fenrir built the sanctuary. It gave werewolves a place of safety, of camaraderie, people who understood them and most of all no judgement for something they couldn’t control.

“Yeah,” Fenrir murmured, sniffing at his dad again slightly confused. “You been to the clinic already?” assuming that’s where the smell was coming from.

“No, you know I come here first,” Harry said, giving Fenrir a confused look.

“Someone come to the manor then?” Fenrir questioned, sniffing more closely, but his dad barely blinked over his close proximity. Anyone else would have stank of fear, even his fathers Knights.

“Aiden came by last night, nobody since…” Harry cocked his head to the side, “What is it you’re smelling?” more amused than concerned.

“The scent associated with pregnancy.” Fenrir said, his head cocked to the side in his curiosity. Imogen smelt like it a lot; it took a good while for the hormones to fade away entirely.

Shrugging, “Must have put my clothes back in the wardrobe without washing them,” he said, the only pregnant woman he’d been around was Imogen. Walking towards the communal dining pit where breakfast was already being made for everyone.

“Doesn’t smell old,” Fenrir said, shrugging himself, what else could it be though? Yet the scents would tickle his nose for the entire duration of his dad’s trip here. “What did Aiden want? He didn’t look happy.” And he hadn’t teased him once either.

“That’s because he wasn’t,” Harry told him, “He’s been doing something for me and he knew I wouldn’t take the news well.” All true enough, he never lied to Fenrir but he also didn’t want to tell him the real truth.

Fenrir snorted, “Nobody likes giving either of you bad news.” Opening the door, to find everyone already sitting down waiting for their Alpha before eating.

“Go ahead and eat,” Fenrir told them, waving his hand idly, as if to say go ahead.

“You too, I know what I’m doing son,” Harry teased him wryly, “Then get those deer properly preserved.” Otherwise, the meat would go off, his mind dwelling on what Fenrir had said to him as he moved towards the little room, they had set up for him, a clinic of sorts, that housed all his extra equipment. It was admittedly, extra because he’d bought it but still.

“Hey, Dawn,” Harry said smiling at the girl, he had a feeling that his son and she would end up an item soon. They’d beaten around the bush for long enough though…so maybe longer.

She gave him a curious look, nostrils flaring as she inhaled, “Hey,”

“Still asleep I take it?” he murmured quietly, making his way over to them, smiling at their peaceful faces, but they had bitten their leg quite severely, which was uncovered, and different varies of damage. “Humm…not too bad, easily fixed.”

Summoning his bag, he began to prepare everything, cleaning out the wound, delicately rubbing salve onto the wound before wrapping it up. Doing it himself instead of using his wand, he found that it constricted everything too tightly.

Plus, he preferred working with his hands. Pouring his magic into the wound, promoting the healing to advance on itself. By the end of the afternoon, the wound would be gone, not even a scar to prove anything had happened. Normally it was impossible to get werewolf made scars to fade, they usually had to live with them, but he was a natural healer. Natural hears were better than any other healer, its why they were so desirable to anyone who had any ailment.

As he worked, his mind was dwelling on both Fenrir and Dawn’s strange behaviour. He didn’t think the house-elves would for a second, put his robes back into his wardrobe without washing them. Even if he’d only had them on for half an hour – which did not happen – so that wasn’t the reason.

Male Pregnancies did happen, but it took spells and potions to accomplish…if it was even already happening here. He couldn’t recall much about male pregnancies, if he’s honest, it wasn’t something that had made interesting reading. He’d wanted to read stuff that would help him survive. The book had looked old though…but it could have just been ill looked after before he got his hands on it.

Harry was so used to the work that he was able to dress the wound with only a fraction of his attention on it. “Take the bandages off this afternoon, just wipe off the salve that remains, they’ll be fully healed.” Again, this was something they knew.

“You okay? You’re slightly distracted,” Dawn asked him in concern, wondering if there was something wrong with Fenrir’s dad, he was so lucky to have parents who accepted him fully. This place was full of people who had been disowned and discarded like yesterday’s trash after being bitten, even heirs of long-standing families, the stigma of having a werewolf child they couldn’t conceive allowing it. Although, things were changing, maybe in a few decades it wouldn’t be like this for them. Maybe they wouldn’t need the preserve, although she never wanted to leave, she loved it here.

“I’m fine,” Harry reassured her, packing everything away, “Is there anyone else?” he asked, the bag still open waiting on her reply, some were just too headstrong to come to anyone for help, let alone a healer even if they knew he wouldn’t say no because they were werewolves and that he was Fenrir’s – their Alpha’s – father.

“No, everyone else is fine,” Dawn reassured Harry, watching him close up his healers’ bag and set it aside.

“Good, give them these when they wake up, it’s just something to boost their energy levels and give them some nutrients.” Harry told her as he retrieved a few potions, and handed them to her.

“You aren’t staying today?” she asked in surprise.

“No, the clinic is open this morning,” Harry explained, giving her a tired smile, “My afternoons packed as well, life is anything but dull.”

“No, it definitely isn’t,” Dawn laughed, a cheeky grin on her face, she’d heard all his tales – which she knew to be greatly exaggerated – for the children who he always made time for when he could.

“Tell Fen I expect the both of you for dinner some time this week!” Harry said once he was done, barely waiting for her agreement before he apparated to his clinic.

The second he was there, he pulled up his seat, and sat down, bringing his magic to the fore, he ran a diagnosis on himself. True healers didn’t need wands and spells to tell when something was wrong, they could run their magic through someone to find the problem once they were familiar with the body.

That’s where he found it.

The little thrum of life that proved just how powerful a werewolf’s nose was.

He hadn’t taken any potions…or used or allowed anyone to use those spells on him…how could he be bloody pregnant?

“DEATH?!” Harry called out; voice raspy with the shock of it.

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A/N – and it only took ninety-five chapters for the promised Mpreg 😉 it will only happen the once though…will they/she/he have Tom and Harry’s immortality? Or will the child have it if they want it? giving the child the choice of an immortal life just like their parents? Or will Harry know he’d one day lose them just like he’d lose Fenrir and the others he holds most dear? Or will Harry gift them all philosopher stones? Allowing for a longer life as long as they want it? No? Because let’s face it…that would just be a bit TOO HAPPILY EVER AFTER really…so I’m not sure I’ll do it that way anyway! Hmmm…so many roads this could go on…having kids going to Hogwarts with his parents and godchildren…how will Tom react to the news? Will it be the first real fight they’ve had in their lives through Tom’s fears of losing Harry (even if only temporarily) and everything they’ve built? Or will Tom be genuinely excited? He could go either way…well there we go! The next chapter for you all, and I apologise for the shortness, three hours and being drenched in rain walking dogs isn’t fun! Although, I got to spend some time with my sister and the family! Which was lovely! R&R please!