Summary: "It's a gift you and Fenrir have been given, Harry. This child is a gift." Harry is pregnant with his mate's baby. Mpreg and slash. Beta-ed.

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Mpreg and non-explicit slash. Alternative universe.

I don't own Harry Potter. I have never owned Harry Potter. There is an excellent chance that I will never own Harry Potter. Please do not sue. I also do not own the music I have placed at the beginning of each month. Their respective artists own these songs.

Thanks again to my incredible beta, Aindel S. Druida.

Wolf Like Me

Part One

July

The air is thin when you're above the clouds. I see them from my window. It's strange to get away now to somewhere no one goes. I know it's my mistake but I don't even know now and June becomes July.

-Ocean Colour Scene

The alcohol had been excellent. That was Fenrir's only thought as he woke up, Harry held tight to his chest. The love that was made after ingesting said alcohol had been much better, though.

Harry was now eighteen and, though he still very much had a boyish look to him, he was no longer the little child that he used to be. The small party held to celebrate Harry's birthday had been fun and lively but Fenrir always made sure that his mate was within sight.

Fenrir heard the other members of his pack getting up from their respective rest areas and making breakfast for all of them. That was a nice thing about them being part of a pack: they looked out for and took care of one another, and they probably understood that the alpha and his mate needed some time to themselves. He silently thanked them and, cuddling up to Harry as if the boy was a teddy bear, fell back to sleep.

August

August, I'll see you soon under yellow moons where I'll gather what's left of you. And August, I'm on your side or did I speak too soon? Now we cross the great divide.

-Rilo Kiley

The cramping became really bad over the next few days. When he ate something he normally would, meat and some fruits, the cramping would only become worse. And, most distressingly to Harry, their were traces of blood in his urine. Finally deciding that he could no longer hide from his mate, he took Fenrir aside at dinnertime.

"Fenrir, I have something to tell you."

The alpha of the pack was confused by his mate's odd behavior. "What's wrong?"

"I've been… something is happening to me," he took a deep inhale. "And I don't know what."

He became thoroughly alarmed by Harry's words. "Well, what sort of stuff?"

"There is some cramping in my stomach. But what's really scary is that sometimes when I, you know, pee, there's some blood in it."

Fenrir nodded, trying not to panic but not succeeding. A list of all the things that could be wrong with the eighteen-year old boy ran through his mind, from internal bleeding to a deadly disease.

"Do you want me to take you to a healer? Someone who can check you? Just to make sure that everything is alright?"

Harry sighed, sitting down on the grass, his back against the trunk of one of the mighty oak trees that surrounded the forest.

"You know as well as I do that we can't. Not after what happened. I mean, Merlin Fenrir, you're wanted by everyone. And me…. I can live with it. The pain. It's not too bad, really. I've felt worse."

"Harry," Fenrir said, warning in his voice. "No. Something can be wrong with you. Something bad. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you get deadly ill just because we didn't go to a healer."

"Give me a week. If it's gone by then, then I'm sure it was only a temporary thing. If it isn't, then you can drag me to a healer," Harry got back up and gave his mate a quick kiss on the mouth. "Okay?"

Fenrir smirked, wrapping his burly arms around the boy. "Aren't you supposed to be the submissive one?"

With that, their mouths met and they kissed passionately as the sun set in the background.

The next day, the cramping stopped and there was no more blood. Life remained good.

September

Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last. Wake me up when September ends. Ring out the bells again, like we did when spring began. Wake me up when September ends.

-Green Day

"Ouch," Harry yelped as his mate kissed his nipples.

The man looked at his mate questioningly. "What happened?

"My chest… it hurts. When you do that."

"Wait, you mean inside your chest. Like your heart? Fenrir asked, his arousal fully forgotten as he touched his large hand where his mate's heart was.

"No, where my nipple is and the area around it. Plus," Harry flushed under his mate's intense gaze, proof of his embarrassment evident on his cheeks. "I think it's gotten bigger."

Fenrir looked at Harry's chest. "It does seem a bit swollen, doesn't it? I never noticed it before."

"What could be wrong?"

"Maybe it's hormonal imbalance," Fenrir mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

"Hormonal imbalance? Does that mean I'm turning into a girl or something?"

Fenrir couldn't help but laugh at the boy's conclusion. "No, it's just… you're still a teenager. Hormones are bouncing off of you like crazy. That could cause some swelling in the chest, I guess."

"When did you become a healer, Fenrir?"

The werewolf smirked. "Everyone in the pack always comes to me with medical questions. One of the many perks of being the alpha."

Harry put his head on his mate's stomach and started to lick around the area close to his bellybutton.

With a moan escaping his lips, Fenrir asked, "Now, where were we?"

October

October and the trees are stripped bare of all they wear. What do I care? October and kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall. But you go on...and on...

-U2

"I never want to eat pork again. Hell, I never want to see pork either. In my entire life," Harry said, heaving on the ground. "Ever."

Fenrir rubbed the eighteen-year-olds back. "You're okay, you're okay."

This was the third morning this week that he had woken up hearing Harry throwing up his dinner from last night. It raised some flags; a werewolf's stomach was as tough as nails and raw or even diseased meat would not cause them to be ill. Plus, Harry had not left his home amongst the pack for weeks now so the chance of being exposed to the stomach flu was extremely slim.

When Harry was done, he wiped off his mouth, shaking off Fenrir's hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to take a bath. I'm sorry I woke you up again. You can go back to sleep."

Startled by Harry's sudden coldness, Fenrir moved in front of Harry, blocking the entrance to the bathroom.

"What's with the attitude, Harry? I'm only trying to help you."

Harry rubbed his forehead, trying to fight his feelings of anger off. "I'm sorry. I just didn't get enough sleep last night. The sickness in my stomach is becoming stronger and longer. I'm just concerned, is all."

With a heavy breath, the alpha announced that they were going to either go to a healer or bring one to the home.

"Fenrir, we've been here before a thousand times. We can't."

Fenrir took a deep breath, deep in thought when an idea suddenly struck him. "Romulus! We can use Romulus!"

"Romulus is a healer?"

"Well, he was. Before Steven bit him. I'm sure that he can help us. He owes me after I got him out of that sticky situation with that huge alpha from London."

"His pack moves all the time, though. Do you still know where he is?"

"I can ask around. For now," he gave Harry a peck on the forehead. "Now go take a bath. You smell."

Harry gave Fenrir a dirty look before he disappeared into the bathroom.

After writing a few letters and contacting a couple of people, Romulus arrived the next Tuesday.

Romulus was the beta of a nomad pack from the west but was big enough to easily be an alpha. He had brown – almost reddish – hair and large dark, almost old-looking, eyes. Harry had met him only a handful of times but noted his intelligence and ability to make light of difficult situations.

"Romulus," Fenrir greeted, rubbing his cheek on the other man's cheek as was customary between werewolves. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"It is not a problem. Where is our patient?"

"Harry is in bed. He's been sick to his stomach every morning for about two weeks now. Some other changes in his body are happening as well. His chest is becoming swollen and there are some foods that he used to enjoy very much but now he just can't stand them."

Romulus looked serious for a second. "I have an idea of what might be wrong with him, but I'd have to check before I jump to conclusions."

"Of course," he led the man to the bed. Harry was pale and dark bags were forming under his green eyes. He did not sleep well even though he was almost constantly tired throughout the day.

"Harry, my boy. How are you feeling?"

The boy shrugged, moving himself to an upright position. "Not too well. I think I might have caught something."

Romulus then asked him to take off his shirt. After a quick glance to the Fenrir, who reluctantly nodded his approval, he did so. There were several small scars on Harry's chest and arms. Some from when he was younger but there were also new ones from him wrestling with the other werewolves from the pack. It was a fight for dominance among the pack, even though Harry was the alpha's mate and that alone gave him all the respect he would ever need amongst them.

"Now, Harry, I'm just going to touch your stomach, see if I find anything unusual. If something feels uncomfortable or painful please tell me. Alright?"

Harry nodded and Fenrir, now seated right next to Harry on the bed, grabbed his mate's hand in show of solidarity.

Romulus prodded the boy's stomach with his warm hands, silently noting the hard places he felt on Harry's abdomen and that his usually lean torso seemed to be getting plumper and rounder.

One spot, close to where his nipples were, seemed to be extremely tender and Harry let him know that with a short cry of pain.

"It hurts there?"

Harry nodded, biting his lip. Fenrir gave him a quick, concerned look and then asked the former healer, "Do you know what's wrong with him now, Romulus?"

Romulus ran his fingers through his hair, sighing, before answering, "Yes, I'm almost positive now."

"Well, what is it?" Harry asked anxiously.

"I believe that you are pregnant."

A choked noise came from Harry's throat. "Pregnant? That's impossible! I'm a boy! I don't have the right stuff in me to become pregnant. I don't have the right equipment! Fenrir," he looked into the eyes of his mate. "Tell Romulus that I can't be pregnant! It has to be something else!"

Fenrir stroked Harry's hand. "Alpha werewolves… their mates can get pregnant with their child. It's in the physiology of the submissive. They form a womb, a temporary womb, and sometimes the womb gets fertilized."

Seeing Harry's incredulous face, Romulus added, "It's very rare. I've only seen one other case of it, but that was decades ago. It's a gift you and Fenrir have been given, Harry. This child is a gift."

Harry took a deep breath and put his hand on his bare stomach. "A baby?"

Fenrir nodded, putting his own large hand on Harry' stomach. "It seems that way doesn't it? I'm surprised I didn't think of it before. It's just uncommon. I've only heard tales of it."

Romulus smiled at the moment between the couple, but decided that he had to get down to business. "The symptoms of illness you have been experiencing is morning sickness. It's not unusual and it should go away within the next couple months. Do you have any idea when this baby was conceived?"

"Um… no. I don't think so," Harry looked at Fenrir. "Do you?"

"Well, you have morning sickness, right? So you must be a couple of months along, at least," Fenrir paused, his face showing a realization. "That July night, your birthday. Remember?"

Harry's eyes went wide as he remembered, and he blushed deeply. "Yeah, I do."

Romulus said, "July sounds right. I recommend tea for the morning sickness. Try getting as much sleep as you can. And even if you can't fall asleep, just rest. The more rest you get the better."

Romulus looked out of the window and saw that the sun was slowly starting to set.

"I have to go now. I promised the pack and my alpha that I would be back by midnight. It'll be a long run, even if I turn into my wolf form."

Fenrir nodded in understanding, but Harry looked puzzled. "But, what about me? Won't you need to check up on me once in a while? Make sure that everything is okay with me and the baby?"

"I'll check up on you when you're about five months with child. You're about three months already so the chance of miscarriage or complications is very slim. Plus, you have Fenrir to look after you and make sure that you're getting the nutrients that you need."

The alpha gave a slim smile, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist, pulling him close. "Of course I will."

Romulus jotted down a list of things that would help with the morning sickness, from green tea to ginger cookies. With a quick goodbye to them, wishing the couple good luck and assuring them that he would be back in two months time, he turned into a large brown wolf and ran for the woods.

The couple was left alone, holding one another's hand, as they embarked onto yet another difficult journey. This time there was no manipulative wizard, no wild basilisk or angry three-headed dogs, just pregnancy. Yet, that seemed harder.

November

It's a gray November; the leaves have all turned brown, and all the birds of summer are packing up to leave town. Drizzly gray November; the year is winding down and in the sky the sun pales like an ember… And so it goes –
The year draws to a close. Another year's beginning. And so it goes –
It won't be long now, I suppose, until I must sing my own November song.

-Winfield Clark

The crescent moon hung in the sky, illuminating the grass with a white glow. Beneath the sky laid a black-haired boy nestling close to a much larger, muscular man. The grey haired man had his hands protectively over the small swell on the boy's stomach.

The grass and the leaves seemed to form a makeshift blanket and pillow for the sleeping couple. All was silent in the forest that night, not even the usually loud birds were making noise overhead.

A soft snore by the boy interrupted the peace and woke both of them.

"God, Harry, could you be any louder?" The man asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with his right hand, keeping his left on his mate's stomach.

Harry groaned and sat up, shaking the leaves out of his hair. "I'm sorry if I woke you. You woke me up though," he took a deep yawn. "By telling me that I woke you up, Fenrir."

"Smartass," Fenrir mumbled into Harry's hair, taking in his mate's scent. "How are you?

"Drowsy. And cold. Why did we think it would be a good idea to sleep outside again?"

The older werewolf sighed. "You said last night that your inner wolf wanted out and that you couldn't sleep in a regular bed like a normal human being," he started to rub Harry's swell. "And me, being the doting mate, eagerly-"

"Grudgingly," Harry interrupted. "It was definitely grudgingly."

Fenrir, ignoring Harry, carried on, "-agreed and off we went. The rest of the pack is probably wondering where we are by now."

Harry shrugged off his statement. "They'll figure it out. Remember what Romulus – Ooh!" His hands flew to his stomach

Startled by his mate's gasp, Fenrir took his hands off of Harry's stomach and asked with much concern, "What is it, Harry? Is it the baby?"

"I-I," he looked into the older man's eyes, "It just kicked me!"

Fenrir let out a sigh of relief and gave a small smile, returning his hand to where it had once been.

Both of them had been concerned with the lack of kicking. Harry was four months along now and, from what the female werewolves said, this was a time where the baby should start kicking. Even though Harry's stomach continued to grow, assuring them that the baby was indeed still alive and getting larger, it was nice to have another sign of the progress. And there it was, soft like butterfly wings, were brushing against the insides of Harry's stomach.

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course," Harry gave him a wide smile. "It's not just my child, Fenrir. It's both of ours."

Harry pulled his shirt up to expose his stomach and Fenrir slowly put his hand on the warm flesh. Harry moved Fenrir's hand to exactly where he felt the small kick and waited. After a few moments, Fenrir could feel a small bump under his hand. Fenrir exhaled sharply and waited to see if he could feel any more movement. When he realized that would be the end of the little show the baby gave, he gave Harry a long kiss on the mouth. "This is so incredible. You are so incredible."

Harry gave a small laugh at his mate. "I didn't do all of the work, Fenrir. It was also the baby."

Fenrir smirked, then added a, "Very true. You just sit around all day eating sweets and then throwing it back up in the morning."

Harry hit Fenrir gently on the shoulder and bit him lightly on his chin. "Shut up. I did some of the work, remember?"

"Yes, yes," he said, purposefully being condescending. "I know, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes, settling himself into his mate's arms. "Let's go back to bed, huh?"

"As long as you stop snoring, I will be able to."

They both gave each other a small grin as they went back to sleep.

-

End of part one…

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