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this gif was dan's reaction when they told him he had broken EIGHTY wands lmao
y/n potter
FIVE MONTHS AFTER THE WEDDING...
I open my eyes after a long night sleep. Feeling very nauseous. Which is very odd for me. I rarely get sick. I look at Harry, who is sleeping peacefully by my side. I really don't want to disturb him. He has had a very long day yesterday, with work and everything.
As for me, i haven't started my job. I've talked to Professor Mcgonagall about my interest to teach at Hogwarts. And she said she was willing to recruit me. So i'm supposed to teach on the next term.
But the feeling in my stomach starts getting worse. I feel incredibly uncomfortable. Starting with the heaviness, tightness, and a feeling of indigestion in my stomach. When i couldn't take it anymore, i decide to wake my husband.
I roll over and start tapping on his shoulder lightly. When he didn't budge, i start shaking his arm, urging him to wake up. "Harry..." I call out, although my voice comes out more as a whisper. He rubs his eyes and opens them. With a smile, Harry greets, "Good morning."
"What is it?" He asks when he notices me feeling unwell. He can tell by the look on my face. I clutch my stomach as i feel myself about to vomit. "I think i'm gonna—" I couldn't even finish my sentence. I ran to the bathroom, and start vomiting into the toilet.
Harry runs after me, and i can feel him holding my hair up. He asks worriedly, "What? What happened to you? Are you okay?" I inhale sharply, as the vomiting pauses. "I don't—" I start, "I don't feel so good." I start vomiting again. Harry still holds my hair, and rubs my back in attempt to somehow make me feel better.
"Darling, what happened?" He questions, and i shrug, gasping for air, "I don't know- I just feel really sick." Harry asks, lifting my head up when i stop vomiting, "Did you feel like this yesterday? Or last night?"
I shake my head, "No, not really. Not until this morning." Harry seems to be lost in his thoughts. As he mumbles underneath his breath, "Morning sickness." I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows, "What?" He looks up, takes a deep breath, and says, "Do you think you could be pregnant?"
"PREGNANT?"
"Well it is a possibility!"
"You should take a test," Harry advises. While i sigh, as i request, "Please just take me to bed first."
"Right.. Right." My legs feel weak as Harry helps me get to the bed. He carefully sets me down, as i rest my head on a high pillow, and feel the need to vomit again. I reach for my wand on the bedside table. "Accio bucket," I quickly mutter, as a bucket comes flying to me.
"This reminds me of Ron spitting out slugs," Harry says, pressing his lips together to contain his laughter. "Harry, this isn't funny," I scold my husband, and he nods instantly in fear. "Okay, sorry.. Uh.. I'll go get you a warm cup of tea."
