Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Oh, Severus, it's great to see you, how are you?" The healer Carl, looking surprised, rushed into his office with Snape, and the unconscious one he was holding tightly in his arms. The young man - the messy hair looked like Potter - of course he knew James Potter, they graduated in the same year, but he himself was born in Ravenclaw.

"Who is this?" he asked curiously, and instructed Snape to put the unconscious youth on the chair.

"He passed out suddenly, check it out for me, hurry up!" Snape said, his voice was as fast as being pressed from a water pipe and accompanied by a hiss, his movements, his expressions and his words Everything shows how much he cherishes this young man.

"Well, it's rare to see you come to me for help." Carl shrugged. He has cooperated with Snape many times, and he contacted Snape every time St. Mungo's outsourcing orders for medicines. slang for a man who sells medicine for a living.

And now that Snape is already a master of potions, Karl knows that they will not cooperate much in the future. After all, St. Mungo cannot afford the price of a master of potions, unless it is some intractable diseases and the family members of the patients are willing. Bear the high price.

He drew out his wand and pointed it carefully at the unconscious Harry, suddenly he remembered something, "You can't be that kind of relationship, are you?" He had to ask.

"You talk too much." Snape frowned unhappily.

"That's it." Carl nodded, he cast a detection spell, and another one after a minute.

Half a moment later, under Snape's intense gaze, he waved his wand again, and this time Harry woke up with an ouch.

"It's all right." Carl withdrew his wand, and he nodded at Snape, giving him a reassuring look.

Maybe every therapist wears professional magic, and when they say nothing, those worries will disappear by themselves.

"Why am I in St. Mungo's?" Harry opened his eyes and met the healer who had just put away his wand. He and Snape had seen him when they came to St. Mungo's to deliver potions, and he was where he was now This is the therapist's office.

"Severus..." Harry looked at Snape beside him, he moved his mouth, just about to say that he was fine, but couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

And he didn't eat much in the morning, and he went to the front line to confront the Dark Lord. He consumed too much, and his stomach is still empty.

"I suggest you go to the obstetrics department for another examination." The therapist Carl added slowly.

When Snape heard this word, his pupils shrunk and he froze in shock, all his original self-control was gone.

And Harry, he couldn't care less about retching, he put down his hand, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose almost slipped off in horror, "Why do you need to go to the obstetrics department?" He screamed like a goose with its neck stuck .

"I'm not an obstetrical therapist, so I can't answer your professional questions." Carl said honestly, "You'd better go and double check."

"I don't..." Harry was about to say no when Snape covered his mouth.

"Thank you, we'll go right away." Snape nodded towards Carl, and he dragged the rejecting Potter away from this office and up the stairs to the obstetrics department.

"Wait, you don't really want to listen to that guy's advice, do you?" Harry broke away from Snape's hand, "I'm fine now!" He patted his chest.

Merlin, damn obstetrics!What kind of obstetrics does he go to like a big man!The more Harry thought about it, the more frightened he could not help shivering.

"Be obedient." Snape said, he grabbed Harry's hand, firmly and undeniably pulled the young man who was discolored by the pregnancy, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The therapist who had just seen a couple who came for a prenatal checkup was taking a break to eat the small biscuits specially baked for him by his wife. He withdrew his hand from grabbing the biscuits and put on a business-like smile. On—oh, this time it's a same-sex couple, which is really rare.

"Are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place?" the therapist asked.

"It was Carl Medelson who suggested that we come over for an examination." Snape said indifferently, pulling out the chair, forcing the reluctant Potter to sit down.

"I've said it all, it's impossible—vomit." Harry yelled, he was dissatisfied with being pressed on his shoulders and sat on the chair, but he couldn't help but feel nauseous during the noise.

"I just use too much magic." After suppressing his nausea, he made an excuse for himself.

He used to be vigilant for almost 24 hours when he fled with Ron and the others. At that time, he also felt sick. This is normal, and Hermione can find a reasonable explanation for this state in books.

"You're making such a fuss!" said Harry, accusing Snape before meeting the healer with a friendly smile.

"Aren't you worrying too much? We can prove it through a checkup. Just a checkup spell won't affect you." The therapist said cheerfully. He was middle-aged, with a chubby belly, and he was a kind obstetrician , except that the hairline is a little crisis.

Harry's sense of resistance suddenly decreased a lot, as long as he didn't let him face the snotty face!

"I'm fine." He insisted.

"Relax, let's see what the test spell tells us." The therapist said as he drew out his wand. Seeing that Harry had relaxed and showed no resistance, he cast a pregnancy test spell.

The magic formed a small red heart pattern on Harry's stomach, and the little heart gave a thud before dissipating.

The therapist took Harry's wrist again and checked his pulse.

"Well, don't worry, the baby is very healthy and has been three weeks old." The therapist put down Harry's hand and gave the answer, "There is only one fetus, and the vitality is very tenacious-it's just that you have too much sex recently. The fetus is not good. This period is the most sensitive period for pregnant women. I suggest that it is best not to do it in the first three months. As you can see, this gentleman is very healthy-oh, if you are worried, you can add some nutritional medicine, Men are always picky eaters, I will make a list of recommended diets, but if you really can’t eat, don’t force yourself, drink the potion, the potion is a special nutritional potion for early pregnancy.”

Harry's face cracked open, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

"What did you say?" He must have auditory hallucinations, yes, there is something wrong with his ears!

"I can make the potion myself." After Snape heard this, he clenched his hands and then relaxed, feeling that his feet were on the clouds. Thanks to his own strong psychological quality, he could continue to discuss with the therapist This topic—not blindfolded and fainting with joy.

"Please give me detailed suggested recipes," Snape said.

Daniel is pregnant, this stupid young man who loves to be brave and run around to be the savior is actually pregnant!Still his child! - Definitely, there is no second choice!He is going to be a father!

"Wake up, I didn't drink the fertility potion again!" Seeing that the therapist had already bowed his head and started listing the damned suggested recipes, Harry could only grab the clothes of the snotty who went crazy with the therapist and shake them violently.

"You drank." Snape grinned. "You forgot that once you had a fever—"

The snot man is actually laughing!The world is really crazy!Harry stared at Snape in horror, he suddenly covered Snape's mouth to prevent him from continuing, he remembered that time, he was so tortured by Snape that he couldn't even get out of bed, it was simply his black history !

He let go of his hand, then covered his face, and looked down at his belly again

"Merlin's lottery ticket!" Harry cursed in a low voice, what kind of bad luck is he, he can still win the big prize just by drinking a medicine!

Snape's laugh lasted less than five seconds, then he restrained his expression and frowned, as if encountering a sudden storm, his whole face darkened.

He looked at the therapist thoughtfully, "Is the pregnancy and childbirth in July?"

Give him an answer quickly!

The therapist and Harry looked at the father-to-be who was so happy that he forgot common sense at the same time like a fool.

"Oh, the pregnancy time of wizards and witches is the same, both are 40 weeks, it has nothing to do with gender, it only has to do with species." The therapist said, he glanced at this normal-looking young man again, and then shook his head. Shaking his head, it turns out that a man who knows that he was promoted to be a father will always be crazy, and none of the expectant fathers who got the exact news from him can go out normally.

All the IQ is handed over to Merlin, hey.

The therapist sighed and continued to make the list, "Now it's the third week, so this gentleman's due date will be April next year."

"Oh, April." Snape breathed a sigh of relief.

Now it was Harry's turn to be suspicious, and he looked at the snot that must have been hiding from him.

"Okay, just follow this list. I will also set up the pregnancy test card for you. Please come and check it every two weeks. I also made a list of suggestions for novice parents. Buy it when you have time. If you think Not enough, St. Mungo’s has a crash course to help parents-to-be, you can sign up-the Ministry of Magic has a policy to encourage childbirth to cover the full cost, and these are free.” The therapist said a lot, and he will suggest Recipes, pregnancy test cards, book lists, and a pamphlet published by St. Mungo's on how to take care of anxious pregnant women, as well as the promotion of the Ministry of Magic's policy of encouraging births, were all given to Snape, who seemed to be more reliable among the two.

"Thank you." Snape organized the pile of things into a stack, shrunk it and put it in the side pocket of his coat. He pulled up Daniel, who had been stunned after listening to a series of words from the therapist about pregnancy, and walked out.

Damn pregnant woman!This word definitely does not refer to him!

"Severus, why did you specifically ask about the due date in July?" Harry put aside those creepy words, he only grasped this one point, which happened to be the most critical question.

Snape was silent for a second, then suddenly knelt down, took Harry's left hand, kissed his fingers, and said solemnly and sincerely, "Marryme."

Harry looked at Snape, he was so serious.

"I thought we had nothing to do with each other." He choked out a sentence, "We had a fight just now, if it was for the child..."

Merlin!The more he talked, the more confused his mind became, and his top-heavy, what the hell was he doing? —this was Snape, even if it wasn't the older one he was familiar with, what the hell had he done to this young old bat?

Snape stood up, and he grimaced, facing the Potter who was still refusing until now.

"You're rejecting me." He grabbed Harry's hand dangerously and cornered him.

"No, I just..." Harry pursed his lips, and he glanced at Snape.

Well, he admitted, he'd forgotten his own name when Severus said it.

"I thought I should have said that first."

"When you can say this, I'm afraid the child will be able to run and jump and ride your broken broom after birth." Snape sneered.

"Hey, that's not a broken broom - you gave it to me, this year's newest model - don't be sarcastic if you dare!" Harry yelled.

"So the answer is—" Snape asked again.

Harry was silent, he looked at Snape, "You don't have a ring ready."

He could still find excuses to delay.

Snape took a black velvet square box from his pocket, and he didn't have to guess what was inside.

Harry's eyes widened, the snotlite was ready for everything!

"I, I don't want to talk about it at the door of St. Mungo's maternity unit." Harry squeezed out expressionlessly.

"Then let's go to the registry office of the Ministry of Magic." Snape put the ring box back in his pocket with a non-negotiable tone.

"No!" Harry grabbed Snape, he must not go to the Ministry of Magic!

Merlin!He can't be seen by many people!Even if the whole history is different from his impression.

"I agreed, damn it, you're satisfied now!" Harry gritted his teeth and glared at Snape, "Let's go back."

So Snape, who made a successful marriage proposal, took his fiancé back home, oh, his baby room decoration plan can be put on the schedule in advance, first of all, he wants to let Harry move out, and vacate his baby room.