A/N: Okay guys, i'm back with a new story.
I hope that you are intrigued by what i have written down, i don't usually start off my stories like this but i decided to give this one a try...
This story is going to officially start when Harry finds out he is a wizard and it will progress from there.
Please note that MPreg in this story will not be the sole focus and i just felt like it was a more emotional point of the story so i added it in, so if you are not a fan of it, do not despair, blink and you'll miss it...
As for the length of this chapter, its short yes but the others will be longer i promise...
So without further delay, read on and enjoy and please do review so i know how you feel about this and so you can give me any suggestions that you may have, i'll be waiting to hear from you guys! x
"Avada Kedavra!"
The hiss from the snake-like man was the only noise that penetrated the silence of the dark forest and then all that Harry Potter could see afterwards was blinding white light.
Xxx
Kings Cross station, Dumbledore and a part of Voldemorts soul, why was his death this strange?
Then the old wizard before him spoke and suddenly things made a lot more sense; this was his transition, his bridge between life and death and the place where he would need to decide if it was even worth going back.
His parents were dead, so was his godfather as well as the man who he had considered as one of his closest connections to his family since his third year; many others had died for him, leaving their own families behind so what of it if he never returned?
Voldemort has finally got what he wanted anyway; he finally achieved what he had set out to do 16 years ago, he had killed Harry Potter. The same Harry Potter who had survived back then and endangered so many of the innocent and kind hearted people who stood up for him countless times, the one who had been the cause of the deaths of a little baby's parents… Oh Teddy, the boy was barely a month old and now he would have to grow up without his parents.
What could Harry go back to? He could go back to help raise Teddy, it was the least he could do for his godson but what about his loveless life and the man who had betrayed him? The man whose child he was currently carrying; he couldn't have this baby, not when it reminded him of the farce he once called love…
He looked up into Dumbledore's electric blue eyes, the man smiled down at him reassuringly and patted him on the shoulder; it made him wonder about what had suddenly changed. He had decided to welcome death as an old friend but now he felt compelled to at least think of his actions; he wasn't sure anymore, he wasn't confident and he subconsciously let a hand rest over his still flat belly.
"Don't fight it Harry," said Dumbledore, "You have a second chance, take it my boy, all three of you must take it…"
With that, the older man began walking backwards, away from Harry; his eyes still locked on Harry's, his smile never fading up until the last moment when he had retreated so far away in the fog of the station that he could no longer be seen.
"Professor!" shouted Harry, "Professor Dumbledore? Please don't go, tell me what to do, please…" the last word came out in a soft sob as Harry fell to his knees inwardly cursing the old man for never being straight with him when it came to answering his questions.
Harry felt the slightest pressure on his right shoulder and his head immediately snapped to the right, he was grateful that Dumbledore had come back to him, the man was going to give him answers after all however the sight that greeted him was every bit unpleasant as it was unexpected.
Harry scrambled to his feet, backing away from the figure as fast as he could, "Snape! What are you- You're dead?"
The question was not at all what Harry meant to ask but it was all that came out of his mouth. He straightened himself and took in the mans appearance; he looked every bit as sallow and ghostly as he did in the land of the living but the white surrounding made him more so while his dark, heavy robes stood out in contrast and remained as pristine as ever. The man wasn't scowling at him though; he had gotten used to all of Snape's facial expressions, even the open look he had seen many a time on the mans face but this one was one he could not recognise. It wasn't quite blank as it held some sort of emotion behind it but what that emotion was, was unknown to Harry.
"Harry-"
"No! Don't you dare speak my name of those traitorous lips of yours! Damn it sounds almost vulgar now; you call me Potter or nothing at all."
Severus sighed but nevertheless complied, "Potter, I'm sorry, please you have to go back, you need to go back…"
"I will choose what I shall and shall not do and don't you dare think that sorry is going to cut it Snape, why are you even here? No forget it, someone killed you right? Serves you well, I hope you suffered," Harry uttered his last sentence in a low cold voice and made to walk around and away from Snape.
Severus flinched at Harry's tone but stood his ground, "Harry, I need to explain everything to you and I can't do that if we're both here. I need you to know my part in all of this, I need you to know that I didn't betray you-"
Harry ignored the slip of his given name from Severus, "How dare you stand there and tell me that you did nothing wrong? You murdered him! You murdered the only man that believed in you when you had committed the biggest mistake of your life not to mention the lies that you fed me everyday and you know what? I hate you for that Severus Snape, I hate you!"
Tears were flowing down the young mans cheeks but he didn't care, he just looked on in disgust at the man who had once meant so much to him.
"Harry, our baby-"
Harry seemed to have shaken himself out of his thoughts when he heard what had left Snape's lips, "How do you even- What the hell Severus? How do you know about that? I told no one!"
Severus walked up to Harry until he was close enough to raise his hand to the younger mans cheek, "You look even more beautiful and you're positively glowing my brat…"
Harry swotted the hand away faster than it appeared before backing away, "Don't call me that and don't speak as if this," he gestured furiously to his abdomen, "is a good thing because its not! It's a constant reminder of all of your lies and all of my mistakes."
Harry realised that he needed to get away from Snape as soon as possible, there was no telling what the man would do and Harry didn't trust him in the least.
"Harry, open your eyes, return with me, together please. There's so much you don't understand because if you did you would not be saying all of this, please Harry, just open your eyes…"
Snape's words turned into one constant plea: "Open your eyes," and Harry started to feel dizzy, as if those three words were just engulfing him and he was drowning. He knew that this probably meant that he was returning back to his world, that he would have to finish what he started with Voldemort, that this child be damned but he would have to think of that later; his last thought before his entire world turned black was how selfish he had been to even think of leaving the world in the hands of Voldemort.
Then Harry Potter's vision went black and all he could smell was damp soil and grass…
Review Please :-)
