Shades Of Gray
Author: kittenvks
Warnings: Mpreg, Slash, RWLB HGBZ (eventually) DMHP and others. SLASH SLASH SLASH
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter and mean absolutely no trademark or copyright infringement.
A/N: Just so you lot know, I'm posting this because I feel like I have let you all down by not writing at all recently. I have been writing, just not posting. This is the longest one, by far, so I decided to post it. I'll be updating though probably irregularly. I have like... a bazillion fics I keep bouncing between, unable to keep the inspiration on just one at a time. So, bear with me. Reviews bring updates and more stories, remember that!
SETUP IMPORTANT PLEASE READ:okay, so in this story, it is very AU. Harry killed Voldemort during their wand duel at the Ministry. There were quite a few more Death Eaters there and others. Snape told Dumbledore about the horcruxes and they were destroyed already. Lots of facts are off here, people, accept it or move on. Bellatrix and Lucius were captured at the Ministry, with others. Snape and Sirius died as well, shot down by killing curses, no veil. You'll figure it out as you go. I'm vague on purpose. Don't like, don't read. Always review though, flamers to the left!
Chapter one: Two Lines
Harry just sat there, his stomach swirling around and around. He began to rock himself back and forth, and there was a strange roaring in his ears- like the ocean.
"Mr. Potter, did you understand what I said?" Madame Pomphrey asked, reaching out to touch his arm. Harry flinched away, nodding.
"I hear you. I'm pregnant. I get it." he muttered. Suddenly he felt the need to vomit and went running past her, reaching a trash receptical just in time.
"I have to tell Professor Dumbledore Mr... Harry, you know I do. How did this happen? It's not even physically possible." Madame Pomphrey said, rubbing his back in soothing circular motions while he heaved.
"It's... it just did. I can't say how or why. It's my business. Please, please, Poppy- please, don't tell him. No one needs to know."
"Harry, I have to, just the same I would if you were female. He has to know, I'm sorry. Besides, I've already sent a portrait to retrieve him... I'm truly sorry, Harry."
Harry began to wail and cry, his shoulders rocking with the force of it.
"No, this can't be happening. It can't. It just can't." he cried, tossing himself onto the medi-witch. They sat there in the floor, her rocking him while he sobbed.
"I ran the tests five times, Harry, it's true. I don't understand it, but it is."
"I- I- I-..." Harry began to wail again, unable to talk.
It didn't take Dumbledore long to reach them, Harry wondered if the man had a secret stair case or something. He looked enraged, and Harry had never seen him this way.
"Mr. Potter, I demand you tell me who did this to you- now. They will be immediately expelled and the Aurors Department called in. I assure you that I will see to it *personally* that they spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban!" he said, coming to a stop in a swirl of blue robes. Harry cried out, grasping his robes and looking at him pleadingly,
"No! You can't do that! He doesn't know, he- he- I won't tell you! You'll never get it out of me!" He raged, jumping up and racing from the room. He nearly knocked over Hermione and Ron, no doubt coming to check on him, and barely caught himself from falling.
"Harry! What's the matter?" Hermione cried, drawing her wand. Ron did the same, brandishing it in the same direction Harry had come running from. His best friend did look like a doe, frightened and obviously fleeing.
"Mr. Potter! You will return in here, at once!" Madame Pomphrey snapped, both her and Dumbledore bursting through the door.
"I will do no such thing! You can't make me do or say a bloody thing!" Harry screamed, drawing the attention of several second years leaving the Great Hall. Hermione shooed them away, approaching Harry cautiously.
"Harry, what's happened?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch his arm. Ron was still looking for danger. Harry looked around, jerking away from Hermione.
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving now. Don't follow me or I swear to Merlin and on Godric Gryffindor that I will hex you to little BITS!" He roared, sprinting through the door and into the cool night air.
"Let him leave, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. Harry needs some time alone, I should think. I believe we've all made a grave mistake and frightened him, he will come back." Dumbledore said sadly, staring at the entrance doors as people began flooding out of the Great Hall.
"Headmaster, what's happened?" Ron asked.
"Is Harry okay?" Hermione asked, not tearing her eyes from the doors either.
"That is something he will have to choose whether or not to tell you. When he is ready. Now, off to your commons. Go on." Dumbledore said gently, waving his hand to close the front doors of Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron looked doubtful but knew that sometimes Harry did need time alone and he had been acting strangely lately.
Ron had shrugged it off, Harry would tell them when he wanted to, and he would come back when he wanted to. Hogwarts grounds were a big place to search afterall and he'd went to bed. Hermione, however, had never seen that look on Harry's face. It was pure fear, as if he were being chased by Voldemort himself. She couldn't sleep and tossed and turned, waiting to hear the portrait door open to Harry's return. It didn't happen. At a little past midnigt she rose, sneaking into the boys dorms and to Harry's bed. He still wasn't there and she choked back a sob. She knew she had to find her best friend, to help him. Reaching into Harry's trunk, she pulled out the Marauders Map and the Invisibility cloak and headed off. She would take care of Harry, even if no one else would.
She couldn't help but notice, on her way out to the Quidditch Pitch, that all the teachers were patrolling the halls. So were the prefects and Head Girl's and Boys. Even Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were patrolling the halls. She didn't fail to notice that every single one of them was posted near a ground floor entrance either. They were waiting for Harry, she knew it. Yet, no one had asked her to patrol this late. She knew it was because she was Harry's friend and she felt a sudden surge of anger at the school and the patrollers, deciding she'd hex one if they crossed her path.
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