AN: Thank you everyone, for reading and encouraging me to continue. This unfinished story was always on my mind. And while it is still not completely finished it is getting there. Ugh, this chapter was a pain to write. Male pregnancy and birth... I don't think I will write something like this again. But it is done. Tell me if you liked it or not. Hopefully, the rest of the story will run smoothly and I will update regularly.

Chapter 5

The birth was near. It was evident. The last body transformation that threw him into the painful delirium was two days ago. Now the only thing he could think about was the dreaded moment of delivering a baby. And about the vagina.

Yes, he now was the proud owner of an extra hole in his body snuggled comfortably between his balls and anus. Harry wondered if he can consider himself a hermaphrodite. This transformation weirded him out more than the actual thought of labour with all its gory details.

He admitted that he was not immune to curiousity. The next day after growing a vagina while taking a bath to relax his body after the ordeal, his hands found their way… there. The sensation was very alien but damn… He came very soon after the start of his exploration. Why weren't all women nymphomaniacs? Or did it just work differently on a male body? Clitoris vs penis, and all that…

Still… He wouldn't trade his dear original set of privates for anything else. And a little masturbation was as far as he was willing to go. No sex with Salazar until the birth was over and done with and all his extra body parts disappeared. Just… no.

Will they have sex though before he has to go? How is he going to raise a baby on his own? What will he tell his friends and the world at large? How will he be able to go on without Salazar's support? He had gotten used to it.

Harry couldn't bear thinking about the answers right now. Some of them were complicated and others painful and heartbreaking. And he just couldn't look too far into the future anyhow. He was too preoccupied with the dreaded event. Who knows what will happen… Will he and the baby be fine?..

"Harry?"

He looked up from the book that he was not really reading, still stuck on the first page, and saw Salazar at the library's door.

"Yes?"

"Lunch is ready. Ready to go?"

"Help me up, Sal."

The older man approached and raised him from the armchair. Harry sighed. He was feeling fat and bloated, his feet swollen. He feared and was glad it would be over soon.

Salazar was watching Harry picking at his food, digging the stewed vegetables deeper and deeper into the mound of mashed potatoes. At least the deer steak had disappeared from the plate.

"You need to finish it, Harry. Please? For me? For the baby?" he implored.

"I can't. And that kid seems to have grown enough already, I can barely move around. And I really have no appetite," Harry pushed the plate away. "Sorry, I can try eating later if you insist."

"Very well. Do you want to take a nap?"

"Sounds great. But first I want to take a walk on the grounds for a while. Will you keep me company?"

Salazar moved around the table and leaned in to embrace the young man. He breathed in his smell, mostly herbal from the bath taken earlier with just a hint of his natural body odour. It was perfect.

"Of course, whatever you want, precious."

He was using "precious" instead of "love". He thought it was a fair substitute. And Harry didn't seem to mind it.

They walked out onto the porch. Salazar wished he could take his lover's frown away. But he understood. He was also worried. Hopeful against hope but desolate at the same time. It happened once, but there was no guarantee that Harry would do it again. He had to be prepared for any outcome.

They were barely into the garden when a sharp pain almost brought Harry to his knees. It would have if Salazar hadn't caught him and gently lowered him to the grass.

"Harry?"

"I think it's starting."

Salazar's eyes widened:

"Shall I carry you to the bedroom?"

"No, I think I can still walk. Hope, it's not a false alarm…" Harry took a couple of deep breaths expecting the pain in his lower abdomen to return but it stayed silent. He hoisted himself up putting pressure on Salazar's helping arms and walked.

But something didn't feel right. His legs were misbehaving. Two steps away from the porch he crumbled down bringing Salazar to the ground for the company.

Oh, he remembered this feeling intimately: his hand not numb but uncontrollable, flapping around his body-that moment when Lockhart the Genius had vanished his bones. But why now?

"My bones!" Harry almost screeched. "They disappeared!"

But his hands were still quite fine and entwined happily around Salazar's neck when the latter raised him from the ground and started carrying him in his arms towards the house.

"Don't worry, it was supposed to happen. Male anatomy is not made for making birth. Your pelvic bones would have been in the way. Too narrow a path. Magic is just making the bone tissue in your lower body part softer. Temporarily."

Harry was staring at Salazar's calm face in horror.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me anything beforehand?" he was outraged, his breath coming out in short gasps. "You fucking son of the bitch! Think it's funny?!"

"Sh-sh…" The hold Sal had on him was gentle and reassuring. But… "Your body was already going through so many changes, I did not want you to also stress about this additional change. It stays like this only during labour. And that also means that this is not a false call. Our child is ready to come out."

Deep breaths…

"Fine. Bedroom it is."

On the way his water broke. Hot liquid was trailing down his rubber legs, moistening Sal's shirt. Strange feeling, even in early childhood, as far as Harry's memories went, he did not piss in his pants, but he would guess it was a similar feeling.

The pain came back and despite his effort Harry moaned.

"Almost there, Harry…"

He was placed on the unmade bed and manually undressed for the magic not to interfere. Salazar helped to spread and position his legs since they would not cooperate with him.

"Okay, Harry, now breathe and push, just a bit more…"

The next two hours were disjointed in Harry's memory. He remembered pushing. He could remember the pain that he could compare to the wonderful feeling of the Cruiciatus curse though still different, as if his body was being ripped apart, but he could not really recall the full brunt of it. It was blurred. And then he felt hollow. Relieved.

"You've done it, Harry!" Salazar cried out. His shout was echoed by that of another. A child's cry. "She is beautiful!"

Harry caught a sideways glimpse of a bloody bundle, wrinkled little face screwed up in distress. And ears. They were extended upwards and pointed. And then it was blissfully black.