Dementor
I don't own anything but the fic, but this was a dare and while I don't write Harry potter the thought amused me.
Requested by... actually who did request this one?
Warning beastiallity
Moo to see you 2
By Toxicmpreglover
Dementor
Harry yawned as he put the last normal animal to bed in there buildings, it looked like it would be a long foggy night with a bit of a chill in the air.
His insane amount of children were asleep in bed, and the adult ones were about somewhere, some travelling about looking for a mate or mates, maybe even a human one.
His youngest at the moment were his many cubs with there werewolf pack, in the last three years he'd had fifteen children with them.
At that point Harry had told his mates that he wanted to mate with others for awhile, to carry that many children was exhausting, even if the two other mating sets had been small batches since they were less strong then Fenrir.
Oh, he'd definitely mate with them in a few years... once the cubs were older and could control there shifts. Harry grinned at that, while they had the breed/shifting ability, it somehow gave control of there werewolf shifting.. Well.. As much as toddlers could.
Even better, Harry had tested with his wand and none of his many cubs had the ability to curse others with the were curse. As weres they there normal genders unless they used the shifting ability all his children had.
And... something just punched through his wands.
Quickly he headed in the direction the wards had been breached, it was only after he was almost there and pulled into a fog bank that he realized he wasn't carrying his wand. Actually, when was the last time he'd actually used it.
"Shit," Harry swore realizing his stupidity, especially as a feeling of fear filed him.
Dementors, he hated them.
The dark form of one appeared in front of him, it was just as he remembered him from when he was a child and uncursed. It began to move towards him, Harry winced and knew that he had to escape since he couldn't drive it off with magic.
He shifted.
Into a dementor.
The original dementor paused, then rushed forwards.
Darkness claimed him.
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Harry woke human with the sun slowly rising above him, wincing he woke up feeling rather confused. Memories swirled in his head, ones not his own.
The Dementor had been old, one of the few Dementors left... and had mated him heavily before merging with Harry.
"That's... new," Harry said shakily, sure he'd been in heat but to mate a dementor? He placed a hand on his belly and gasped, for he was already rounding and looked in his third trimester.
Feeling unbalanced, Harry slowly made it home where thankfully everything was fine. He got quite a few looks at his rather sudden pregnant state, but he motioned he'd explain later when the youngest were off to chores.
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It was several hours later that Harry was even larger and nearing birth, he really hoped that the dementor mating and merging would not effect future pregnancies. Humans, were not meant to conceive and birth within 24 hours.
Groaning he rubbed his belly, feeling the baby kick hard.. Thankfully not his belly.
"I better not go into heat for a few months after giving birth to you," Harry whispered to the unborn baby, feeling rather stressed from the pregnancy.
"Of course now," Harry moaned as his water broke.
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"You... were definitely a devils pregnancy, I'm calling you Damian," Harry whispered to his newborn son, who showed none of his dementor heritage. Harry himself could feel the dementor that had merged with his mostly fade away, used up in bringing its child into the world.
Damian hair, the little he had was a silvery gray and his eyes were black instead of newborn blue.
"That... had to be the shortest pregnancy ever for humans," Harry said to himself, and feel asleep exhausted.
TBC