Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Drops ❯ Chapter 1: Falling in love, saying goodbye ( Chapter 1 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 879 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 879 | Status: Completed
Title: Sakura DropsAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: Lucius/Harry/SeverusCategory: Drama, romance, slashrating: NC-17/RSpoilers: Most likely.Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape, Non-con, Mpreg SPOILERS!!!!!! Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
The chapter titles are translated lyrics from the song "Sakura Drops" by Hikaru Utada.
Sakura Drops
Chapter 1: Falling in love, saying goodbye
Love.
What a foreign concept.
How can one find love if one doesn't know what to look for?
I believe that love was once something I possessed. I can't say it’s a certainty. I suppose I had to have loved someone at one point in my life if not in the past eight months. I carry the proof or at least the proof of an emotion similar to love. Perhaps it was just a physical attraction such as lust. Or if I was feeling very cynical I thought it the result of some drunken tryst or even worse, some misbegotten child because I was whoring myself out on a street corner or in some dimly lit and low class brothel.
All of these thought led my imagination on an extraordinary chase which only increased my curiosity about my past because I was male and how did males get pregnant? I had jumped out of reality and into some odd Science Fiction movie. What's more, I have inexplicably caused some odd happenings that if I had been anywhere close to sane I would have thought it was magic. Currently I was writing off as some result of freaky genetic engineering and testing which would explain my current condition.
Ah, my condition...one that was ready to be ended which was now causing a great amount of pain to lace through my back and swollen belly. I slumped down in the soft green grass and fought to breath through what I knew was a contraction. Oh I was not ready for this. I'm ready for the birth of the child even if it is out here in the grassy fields in lord knows where, what I'm not ready for is to care for such a child. I have the clothes on my back, a few strange looking coins in my pocket, a heavy black cloak that I have made into a knapsack of sorts and some odds and in's I have stolen from clothes lines, and the occasional shops.
I neither am a great thief even if it’s something I'd rather not be proud of nor do. I do it to survive. I wish I didn't have to. I keep hoping someone out there is looking for me and perhaps they will be excited that I am having their child. A child that has just caused a great amount of pain by heading further down and causing a very uncomfortable puddle below me. My trousers are soaked and I feel very uncomfortable and it has just occurred to me with the rude awakening thanks to my waters breaking that it is not safe to give birth out in the open like this.
Give birth?
Yes, I can. I seem to be a hermaphrodite or something similar to it. I am a freak. Freak...why does that word make my throat tight and my eyes hot? It makes me sad and depressed and at the same time it makes me angry.
I push my thoughts back and stumble into a standing position and look around me in search of a place to deliver my babe. I see endless fields and in the distance I see a few gathering trees that seem to glimmer and go out of focus like a mirage. I am not in a desert and something deep inside tells me that I have found a safe refuge. I stumble through the grass and walked through a total of three contractions before I made it to the watery image which I stumbled right through. I found myself atop a hill looking down at a small house with an ominous forest a four minute walk from the shabby looking hut. I want to make for the hut but a sudden pressure is growing below and another contraction laces through my body. I crouch on the hill and struggle to breathe through the pressure and pain.
When it ends I feel an even bigger pressure. I crawled to a small indent in the hill and past the point of considering others or the fact that they might see, I strip off my trousers and sit them below me. I got into a kneeling position and with my right hand slid under my body and through my feminine folds in search of the pressure that was becoming more and more uncomfortable. I'm surprised to discover a hard and sticky surface with the barest hint of hair and I know that it is the head crowning. My child has decided that patience is not a virtue that he or she will have and I almost laugh through the pain of another contraction.
My child already takes after me. I am not very patient. I don't know about the me before, but the me now is definitely not patient.
I bear down and push with all the strength in my body and something bubbles through my body. I've felt this feeling before. It's a feeling similar to swinging high when on a swing, when you get those tickly butterflies in your stomach only it’s your entire body. It's almost a pulsating feeling, as though it’s growing and from my experience it probably is. I felt this same feeling the last time I caused one of those odd occurrences only this time it feels different. It feels stronger, more powerful.
I felt that feeling reach out, in search of something...something specific. I felt it reach further and expand as if it were searching for more than one thing. What was it searching for?
I had little time to ponder what because it found it, or should I say them. I pushed and felt that small head slip further from my body. I continued pushing and my power pulsated and I had the image of many people suddenly turning to stare with shocked expressions in my direction, almost as if I had appeared in front of them. There in my mind I saw a group of carrot topped people in different sizes and shapes, male and female. There was also a man with long flowing platinum blonde hair and stormy eyes who looked well to do as well as another man who looked dangerous and foreboding with ebony locks and eyes. There were others, too many to see all at once and note every detail and with all those suddenly in my mind only the dark foreboding raven like man and the handsome light colored dragon like man had stood out and called to something in my blood.
Suddenly the images were gone but I knew they could see what I was going through, as if watching me through some crystal ball. I knew they watched as I bore down with all my strength and gasped as I felt the head of my child in my own hand. I steadied myself against the sloping hill and readied my other hand to help catch my child as I pushed and felt a small pair of shoulders slip from my body along with the rest of my child.
I wanted nothing more than to fall back and close my eyes, welcome the rest I so needed but my child had yet to make a sound and I knew why. I looked down and lifted my child and reached into his mouth cleaning out the mucus and muck there and squeezed his nose gently to help clear out the unused passages. I then soundly smacked my newborn son’s bottom and a loud wail filled the hills around me. I looked down at the cord that connected my son to my life-giving body and wondered how I would cut it when another pain hit me. I felt another contraction lace through my middle and that familiar pressure returned and with it another urge to push. It felt too heavy to just be the afterbirth.
Twins! I had been carrying twins! I set my son back down on the sodden and dirty trousers as I struggled to undo my cloak/knapsack. I threw the things on the ground and then lay it beside me and set my son it, wrapping as best I could as another contraction started where the last left off. I felt the head of my second child start to slide through and I fought the urge to scream out in pain and frustration, which was futile because soon my scream echoed through the hills just as my sons had. I gasped and felt the head completely slip out and took a shuddering breath just as the sound of popping surrounded me. I opened my closed eyes and saw the faces that had been in my mind only minutes ago. I struggled to breath as I pushed my body shaking horribly from the physical stress as much as the mental and emotional. I felt the shoulders slide free at the same time as the foreboding man knelt beside me and chanted in what I presumed was Latin. I felt a small amount power wander through my body and then vanish. I felt the body slide out and then I felt very light headed.
The world swam in brilliant colors and then it turned dark and all around was surprised and astonished cries and shouts.
"Harry!"
Harry...was that my name? I wondered how I knew these people. I didn't care who they were, as long as they cared for my children.
"Please...take care of them..."
I felt a pair of warm lips on my forehead and then I was dropped into nothingness.
To Be Continued......
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
The chapter titles are translated lyrics from the song "Sakura Drops" by Hikaru Utada.
Sakura Drops
Chapter 1: Falling in love, saying goodbye
Love.
What a foreign concept.
How can one find love if one doesn't know what to look for?
I believe that love was once something I possessed. I can't say it’s a certainty. I suppose I had to have loved someone at one point in my life if not in the past eight months. I carry the proof or at least the proof of an emotion similar to love. Perhaps it was just a physical attraction such as lust. Or if I was feeling very cynical I thought it the result of some drunken tryst or even worse, some misbegotten child because I was whoring myself out on a street corner or in some dimly lit and low class brothel.
All of these thought led my imagination on an extraordinary chase which only increased my curiosity about my past because I was male and how did males get pregnant? I had jumped out of reality and into some odd Science Fiction movie. What's more, I have inexplicably caused some odd happenings that if I had been anywhere close to sane I would have thought it was magic. Currently I was writing off as some result of freaky genetic engineering and testing which would explain my current condition.
Ah, my condition...one that was ready to be ended which was now causing a great amount of pain to lace through my back and swollen belly. I slumped down in the soft green grass and fought to breath through what I knew was a contraction. Oh I was not ready for this. I'm ready for the birth of the child even if it is out here in the grassy fields in lord knows where, what I'm not ready for is to care for such a child. I have the clothes on my back, a few strange looking coins in my pocket, a heavy black cloak that I have made into a knapsack of sorts and some odds and in's I have stolen from clothes lines, and the occasional shops.
I neither am a great thief even if it’s something I'd rather not be proud of nor do. I do it to survive. I wish I didn't have to. I keep hoping someone out there is looking for me and perhaps they will be excited that I am having their child. A child that has just caused a great amount of pain by heading further down and causing a very uncomfortable puddle below me. My trousers are soaked and I feel very uncomfortable and it has just occurred to me with the rude awakening thanks to my waters breaking that it is not safe to give birth out in the open like this.
Give birth?
Yes, I can. I seem to be a hermaphrodite or something similar to it. I am a freak. Freak...why does that word make my throat tight and my eyes hot? It makes me sad and depressed and at the same time it makes me angry.
I push my thoughts back and stumble into a standing position and look around me in search of a place to deliver my babe. I see endless fields and in the distance I see a few gathering trees that seem to glimmer and go out of focus like a mirage. I am not in a desert and something deep inside tells me that I have found a safe refuge. I stumble through the grass and walked through a total of three contractions before I made it to the watery image which I stumbled right through. I found myself atop a hill looking down at a small house with an ominous forest a four minute walk from the shabby looking hut. I want to make for the hut but a sudden pressure is growing below and another contraction laces through my body. I crouch on the hill and struggle to breathe through the pressure and pain.
When it ends I feel an even bigger pressure. I crawled to a small indent in the hill and past the point of considering others or the fact that they might see, I strip off my trousers and sit them below me. I got into a kneeling position and with my right hand slid under my body and through my feminine folds in search of the pressure that was becoming more and more uncomfortable. I'm surprised to discover a hard and sticky surface with the barest hint of hair and I know that it is the head crowning. My child has decided that patience is not a virtue that he or she will have and I almost laugh through the pain of another contraction.
My child already takes after me. I am not very patient. I don't know about the me before, but the me now is definitely not patient.
I bear down and push with all the strength in my body and something bubbles through my body. I've felt this feeling before. It's a feeling similar to swinging high when on a swing, when you get those tickly butterflies in your stomach only it’s your entire body. It's almost a pulsating feeling, as though it’s growing and from my experience it probably is. I felt this same feeling the last time I caused one of those odd occurrences only this time it feels different. It feels stronger, more powerful.
I felt that feeling reach out, in search of something...something specific. I felt it reach further and expand as if it were searching for more than one thing. What was it searching for?
I had little time to ponder what because it found it, or should I say them. I pushed and felt that small head slip further from my body. I continued pushing and my power pulsated and I had the image of many people suddenly turning to stare with shocked expressions in my direction, almost as if I had appeared in front of them. There in my mind I saw a group of carrot topped people in different sizes and shapes, male and female. There was also a man with long flowing platinum blonde hair and stormy eyes who looked well to do as well as another man who looked dangerous and foreboding with ebony locks and eyes. There were others, too many to see all at once and note every detail and with all those suddenly in my mind only the dark foreboding raven like man and the handsome light colored dragon like man had stood out and called to something in my blood.
Suddenly the images were gone but I knew they could see what I was going through, as if watching me through some crystal ball. I knew they watched as I bore down with all my strength and gasped as I felt the head of my child in my own hand. I steadied myself against the sloping hill and readied my other hand to help catch my child as I pushed and felt a small pair of shoulders slip from my body along with the rest of my child.
I wanted nothing more than to fall back and close my eyes, welcome the rest I so needed but my child had yet to make a sound and I knew why. I looked down and lifted my child and reached into his mouth cleaning out the mucus and muck there and squeezed his nose gently to help clear out the unused passages. I then soundly smacked my newborn son’s bottom and a loud wail filled the hills around me. I looked down at the cord that connected my son to my life-giving body and wondered how I would cut it when another pain hit me. I felt another contraction lace through my middle and that familiar pressure returned and with it another urge to push. It felt too heavy to just be the afterbirth.
Twins! I had been carrying twins! I set my son back down on the sodden and dirty trousers as I struggled to undo my cloak/knapsack. I threw the things on the ground and then lay it beside me and set my son it, wrapping as best I could as another contraction started where the last left off. I felt the head of my second child start to slide through and I fought the urge to scream out in pain and frustration, which was futile because soon my scream echoed through the hills just as my sons had. I gasped and felt the head completely slip out and took a shuddering breath just as the sound of popping surrounded me. I opened my closed eyes and saw the faces that had been in my mind only minutes ago. I struggled to breath as I pushed my body shaking horribly from the physical stress as much as the mental and emotional. I felt the shoulders slide free at the same time as the foreboding man knelt beside me and chanted in what I presumed was Latin. I felt a small amount power wander through my body and then vanish. I felt the body slide out and then I felt very light headed.
The world swam in brilliant colors and then it turned dark and all around was surprised and astonished cries and shouts.
"Harry!"
Harry...was that my name? I wondered how I knew these people. I didn't care who they were, as long as they cared for my children.
"Please...take care of them..."
I felt a pair of warm lips on my forehead and then I was dropped into nothingness.
To Be Continued......