A/N: I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine. I have no idea when I'll update this next. I'm working on a chapter now, but who knows when it will be finished. Some warnings: Slash, Mpreg, character death, Dark!Harry, Dark!Sirius, Alive!Sirius, and probably some bashing.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Harry swallowed thickly, looking everywhere but at Sirius. "I screwed up." He finally whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.

Sirius heard him though, but that didn't stop his confusion. "I'm sure whatever it is, isn't so bad."

Harry shook his head, hoping that Sirius wouldn't notice his tears. "No this time," Harry swallowed thickly, "this time I really did it."

Sirius walked over to the bed and sat next to Harry, and embraced him. "I know right now it might seem that way, but whatever it is, I'll help you and everything will be okay." Sirius really hoped he wasn't going to be made a liar.

That just made Harry start crying harder. "No you'll hate me." Harry choked out.

Sirius picked his godson up and sat him on his lap. "Oh no, no shhh,"Sirius whispered soothingly. "That will never happen; nothing you could ever do would make me hate you." Harry just shook his head, not believing that his godfather would even be able to look at him after he found out. "Just trust me Harry, I promise, this, whatever it is, won't make me angry with you."

Harry was silent for a few minutes, "You promise?" He finally whispered sounding so much like a child it broke Sirius heart. What happened?

"I promise," Sirius agreed. "Now why don't you tell me what happened." He suggested as gently as he could.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Harry thought of all the ways he had planned on telling Sirius about this, from the long speeches to writing a letter, but his imagination had never counted in how emotionally trying this would be which is why when Sirius had asked Harry he had simply blurted out, "I'm pregnant."

Sirius stiffened. Harry, taking that as confirmation of his worse fears started pulling away, but Sirius' grip just tightened. "Were you forced?" Sirius finally growled out.

Harry startled. "What? No. No!" Harry said reassuringly. "It was consensual." He almost added that it still was, but he didn't think that would be a good idea right now.

Sirius relaxed just the tiniest amount, but that was enough for Harry who also started to relax, realizing that Sirius hadn't been upset about him being pregnant but about how he got that way.

Sirius' mind was racing. His fifteen year old godson was pregnant. Pregnant! So who was he going to have to murder? Ron? No, he was too immature for Harry. Sirius was sure Harry would go for someone older, more mature. Or not older, Harry was mature so who was too say other students weren't too. Or teachers? Sirius suddenly jumped to his feet, effectively dropping Harry on the ground.

"Hey! What was that for?" Harry asked, rubbing at his arse. That had hurt.

Sirius stared at Harry, and then out of nowhere suddenly exclaimed, "It was Snape wasn't it!"

Harry wasn't sure what Sirius was talking about so he asked, "What was Snape supposed to have done?"

"Knocked you up! It was Snape wasn't it? I'm sure of it, tall and mature, just your type." Sirius looked at Harry for validation, but Harry was just staring at him with a blank face. "Eh Harry, it was Snape wasn't it?"

Harry kept staring at his godfather hoping he would suddenly say this was all a joke, but then he realized Sirius looked, well uh serious. "You're joking right? Snape? You can't be serious," Harry's glare effectively kept the name jokes at by. "Snape is old, like your age old. And ugly. And greasy." Harry felt like throwing up just thinking about touching Snape! "That is so wrong; the answer is no, just no. The other father is definitely not Snape."

Sirius just scowled. "I'm going to ignore all of you wonderful evidence as to why Snape couldn't be the father, and you're going to explain who is."

Harry gave him a small smile in apology, but than his worry from earlier came back. Sitting on the edge of the bed Harry looked at Sirius, never quite meeting his eyes and softly whispered, "Draco Malfoy."

Sirius froze for the smallest of seconds but thankfully Harry hadn't seemed to notice. Draco Malfoy. Narcissa's son. A Malfoy. There were so many problems here but the biggest one had Sirius the most worried. Pureblood's didn't allow their heirs to have children unless they were married and there was no way Harry could be married to Draco Malfoy, he would have need Sirius' consent first.

After once again sitting next to Harry on the bed he asked as calmly as he could, "Draco Malfoy? Harry," he sighed, "there's so many problems, I just don't know."

"Sirius," Harry softly said, "are you angry with me? I didn't even know this was possible,"

Sirius looked at Harry incredulously. "What do you mean you didn't know? You took the potions," but Harry was now looking at him confused. "You didn't take potions." He said blankly.

"Why would I take potions?"

Sirius ignored Harry's question though. This was impossible. James didn't have enough of the blood for it to count with Harry, and Lily sure as hell didn't have any. So how was it that their son, who was a half-blood, could be naturally pregnant? "Tomorrow, we're sneaking out of here and going to Gringott's, don't tell anyone else, okay?" Harry nodded. "This shouldn't be possible, male wizards usually can't have children without potions."

Harry frowned. "You make it sound as if potions aren't the only way though?"

Sirius sighed. "There is one family who has been blessed by Magic for all who are pure of blood to be able to conceive."

"Your family you mean." Harry stated.

Sirius smiled, but it was strained. "Yes."

Harry had to wonder why this seemed to upset Sirius more than Harry being pregnant, it was odd. Even Draco being the father didn't cause such tension. "But my dad's mum was a Black right? So maybe that's how…"

Sirius was shaking his head though. "No James had enough Black blood for it to be possible with him, but you shouldn't and you're a half-blood, so this," Sirius waved his hand over Harry's stomach," should be impossible."

"Oh you literally meant that they had to be a pureblood." Sirius nodded. "So that means you could have a baby?"

"Yeah, yeah I can." Sirius was smiling, that same strained smile, but he sounded dead. Harry suddenly knew he didn't want to know why the thought of having a baby made Sirius sound so broken.

"So how are we going to get out of here? Won't the Order notice, because I really don't think they'll let me leave?"

"Oh just leave it to me. This is a Black house after all; the Order doesn't know all of its secrets." Sirius said mysteriously. He was smiling more genuinely now, but the darkness in his eyes told a different story. "Now," he said playfully standing up, "you should go to sleep, tomorrow's going to be a long day."

"Okay." Harry replied. He had to wonder at how easy Sirius seemed to accept everything; it was unreal, too perfect.

Seeing Harry's doubt Sirius said comfortingly, "Everything's going to be okay Harry, I promise. We going to talk more about this tomorrow though, but right now just go to sleep."

Harry nodded. "Thank you for keeping your promise."

"That's what family does for each other." Sirius grinned at the beaming smile Harry gave him in reply.