"I… I can't believe it." Natasha whispered as she looked at him, "I'm pregnant… are you sure that the spell is right?" She asked, she had to know before she even dared to hope.
"Yeah, it is." Harry nodded, speaking in a quiet voice. "Back in my old world we had to be very careful about getting people pregnant, most of us were not ready to have kids when we could die at any moment. So we made sure we all learnt whatever spells we could find that were related to pregnancy. So, unless you try to do something… you are pregnant."
"I… I wasn't sure if it would work." Natasha admitted.
"There were lots of potions in my old world," Harry sighed as he shifted on his side so he faced her. "some have ingredients that I can't get here or at least can't create good enough to get the same effect. Some would work on non-magicals, others wouldn't. They had never invented a potion to help non-magicals get pregnant for a few various different reasons, but the two main ones being the 'Statue of Secrecy'." Natasha nodded, knowing what that was, basically a large amount of laws that kept non-magicals - or 'muggles' as they were called - from learning about magic. "The other main reason was because they were quite frankly just a bunch of jackasses that couldn't really be bothered to give a shit if non-magicals were giving birth or not. Heck, a lot of them wanted to prevent that." Harry added with a small shrug. "Like I said, that potion I gave you was a new potion, I wasn't sure if it was going to work."
"I am glad that it did." Natasha smiled, looking at him with adoring eyes.
"So am I," Harry smiled back as he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "really, I am."
"I believe you." She said, still smiling. "I think… I think I am going to go for a shower." She said as she stood up, pushing the bed covers off her to expose her non-covered body. She walked towards the bathroom, giving Harry a nice view of the back as she did so. She stopped just before leaving, she turned her head around and looked at him from over her shoulder. "Well, are you coming?" She asked in a coy voice, giving him the bedroom eyes.
Harry actually threw the bed covers off of himself and quickly got up and rushed to Natasha, he was every bit as covered as she was, something that she appreciated if the look in her eyes was any indication. She turned to face him as he got closer, once he reached her he placed his arms around her and lifted her up, she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
"I fucking love you, do you know that?" Harry said.
"I love you too," She said as she gave him a brief kiss before pulling away. "now take me to that shower and show me how much you love me." She added in a husky, erotic whisper before she began planting kisses on his jaw and neck.
"Goddamn, she's like a bloody veela." Harry muttered to himself as he carried her to the shower room. He was not quiet enough as Natasha had heard him, she didn't know a lot about Veela, but she did know that they were basically - in Harry's own words - 'sex on very, very attractive legs'. So she could not help but feel happy at the comparison, and had no hesitation in showing him how happy she was.
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"Hey Nat." Harry said, the two were sat on his sofa and watching TV, with Natasha leaning against him while he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I have just realised something very important."
"What's that?" Natasha asked, looking at him.
"You are - or at least are going to be - a milf." Harry grinned as a small laugh escaped him.
"Idiot." She said in an amused voice as she shook her head and rolled her eyes as she lightly slapped him on the chest.
"I always wanted one of them." Harry kissed the side of her head.
"You… are happy." Natasha noted, looking at him with curious green eyes. "You don't… you're happy." She trailed off, not knowing what else to say.
"I… I am." Harry nodded, softly squeezing her shoulder. "I have gone an entire lifetime fighting,I lost so much, including the kid that I saw as my own. When I was alone, floating in space, I called Teddy."
"Called him?" Natasha repeated.
"It's part of my abilities, it's a trick that only I can do as far as I am aware. I can summon the dead, or at least a shade of a dead person and talk to them."
"Really?" Natasha gasped, looking at him with a slightly dropped jaw. "But why haven't you told anyone?"
"Temptation." Harry sighed. "If I told Stark he might ask me to see his parents, the same with Wanda and Pietro. Cap could ask about any of the hundreds of people that he knows are dead. And so on and so forth. The dead need to stay dead, to take them away for long periods of time is torment for them. I usually only ever call them for five minute at a time then I'd wait a few months or a year before doing it again. It's hard for me as well, there are so many people I want to see, every day. But I have to stop myself, despite what I want, because they deserve to stay dead, good or bad."
"Hmm, what about your parents?" Natasha asked.
"What?" Harry softly replied.
"What about your parents?" Natasha repeated, her voice just as soft as Harry's. "You told me they died when you were young, do you talk with them much?"
"I… I have to admit that the last time me and my parents talked was back in my old life." Harry admitted with a deep sigh.
"Why?" Natasha frowned.
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