well, i really shuouldnt post this but this has been plaguing my mind for a WHILE. it will NOT be updated until winner is finished. which shouldnt take too long... hopefully. but this kinda helped me vent. so just read it so you can wet you apetite..

so, read and review please, tell me where it should go.

also, the pairing is STRICTLY (STRICTLY) DMHP. as in top draco, bottom harry. there is mpreg. MPREG. MPREG. please read at your own risk. and there Is RAPE. this is a touchy subject for maky people so please make sure it isn't for you.

finally, as a bit of background, bearers are males who can bear children. basically they dont produce sperm. instead, they make eggs that go in thier wombs and babies go in throgh the bum, and then out again. (this is my inagination, so just go with it okay?)

so, read, flame or review. and more improtantly, ENJOY!

Harry potter was 1 year old when he was diagnosed as a bearer. He was 3 when he started kindergarten. He was 5 when he skipped grade 3. He was 10 when he started high school. He was 16 when he graduated top of his class. He was 17 when his little brother was born. He was 18 when his parents died in a car crash. He was 18 and 3 months when his house was burned down. He was 18 and 4 months when he and his infant brother had to live on the streets. He was 19 when the government passed an anti bearer employment legislation, stating that no bearer may work or make money. He was 19 and 5 months when his brother said "ba-ba" for the first time. He was 20 when his brother was diagnosed with severe asthma and he realized he couldn't afford to buy any inhalers. He was 21 when he was raped. He was 21 and 3 months when he found out he was pregnant.

And so, the story begins.

A short, pale, skinny young man sat in a doctor's office. The walls were white and strikingly plain, only one poster of the human body lined the wall. Beside him was a much smaller version of himself. They both had shiny, messy black hair –although the bigger one had it in a braid down his back while the smaller one had messy curls. They also had the most beautiful green emerald eyes, framed by thick black eyelashes. The bigger one looked tired and weary, while the smaller one looked bright and energetic.

"Mr. Harry Potter and Jamison Potter?" A tall lanky female doctor asked as she stepped into the room.

"Call me jam-jam, Dr. Pollok!" the smaller one chirped from his perch on the green chair in front of the desk.

"Very well, jam-jam." She said as she smiled at the small boy with amusement shining in her warm blue eyes. "What can I do for you?"

"We wanted to know if jam-jam is a bearer or not." The bigger one said. "And we also wanted to know if there was any other way to get inhalers for a cheaper price."

"Well, Mr. Potter, if we could just have jam-jam take off his shirt and hop up onto the table, we could see if he's a bearer." The doctor said.

"okay." Harry said softly as he hoisted his brother up onto the examination table and pulled his thin sweater off of his head.

"Ba-ba? What will happen if I'm a bearer?" jam-jam asked innocently.

"Nothing, honey. It just means that when you're much older, you can have lots of babies." Harry lied. In reality, if jam-jam is a bearer, the boy wont be able to get a job, or be put into foster care, or be eligible for free health care from the government. Harry would not be able to keep jam-jam healthy and would not have any hope of supporting his unborn child. Harry would have to find an illegal job and try to make at least a little money to try and buy the necessary food and vitamins jam-jam needed to be healthy. Bearers needed many supplements and medicines to make sure they don't get sick. Most bearers die from illness for their immune system is weaker than normal girls and boys.

The doctor started up an odd machine that had a long hose and a screen. She gently placed the end of the hose on jam-jam's stomach and waited for an image to appear on the screen. The room was quiet except for the low whirr of the machine.

Suddenly, an image appeared. It looked like a white, upside down pear in a sea of black. Looks like jam-jam's a bearer.

Harry was quiet for a while as the doctor helped jam-jam put his shirt back on. He was thinking on how hard his life was. But he would have to stick it through; if not for himself, then for jam-jam and his unborn baby.

Tbc~