Chapter One: Suspicions

Harry Potter walks through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, on his way to the Great Hall for dinner. The only reason why is because his best friend Hermione Granger cornered him in the common room and persuaded him to eat something. He didn't bother to inform her that he has been throwing up after every meal. So he has been researching in the library, finding to his utter shock that wizards can get pregnant, or at least those who are bearers, wizards who have the special ability to get pregnant without the aid of potions. Harry was wondering if he was a bearer as he has the symptoms of a male pregnancy. So, here he was in the Great Hall, eating dinner trying not to grimace while he eats. After he had enough trying to eat his dinner, Harry stands up suddenly and walk out of the Great Hall, leaving one best friend staring at him, while his first friend is shoveling food down his mouth, and a distinct black eyed potions master by the name of Severus Snape watching.

Harry hurriedly walks down the hallways of Hogwarts on his way to the Gryffindor Tower; unfortunately luck wasn't on the menu for the evening, as Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, and Theodore Nott comes around the corner and runs literally right into Harry, "Watch where you are going there Potter."

"Whatever Malfoy. Now if you would excuse me I have someplace to be." Harry says with as much sarcasm as he could. "You look like you are ready to puke Potter, has the almighty Golden Boy fallen from his pedestal?"

"Shut it Malfoy, or I will hex you into oblivion." Unfortunately Professor Severus Snape overheard the comment,

"Tut, tut Mr. Potter, threatening another student, 25 points from Gryffindor and detention with me tomorrow night."

"Yea whatever, now if you don't mind, I'm leaving."

"Disobedience is never a good thing Mr. Potter, another 25 points from Gryffindor and another detention, I would advise you not to get into any more trouble tonight."

"Well sir," Harry gritted through clenched teeth, "I wasn't the one starting it, and maybe if you didn't have your head shove up your ass then you will actually do something right for once." Harry turns and walks quickly through the Gryffindor portrait door, leaving behind four stunned Slytherins.

Severus Snape, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott stands stunned at the words one Gryffindor Golden Boy Harry Potter spouted off, Blaise Zabini was the first one to overcome his shock, "What the hell just happen?"

"I have absolutely no idea but we need to have a talk with Minerva, and most likely Lucius."

"Uncle Sev, do you want to go alone or should we come with you?"

"I think all of us need to see her."

"Ok Uncle Sev." The four Slytherins walk to the Gryffindor Head of House quarters.

Once Harry got through the portrait of the common room, he races to the bathroom and throws up what he ate during dinner, he didn't hear the door opening or someone turning on the sink in the bathroom, he didn't realize anyone else was there until a cold washcloth is pressed against the back of his neck, he turns around, looking up at the concern faces of Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. Harry turns into Neville's chest, sobbing, until he falls into a fitful sleep. Neville picks Harry up, astounded at how light he is, he walks into the boys dormitory and lay Harry in his bed, Hermione covers him with the sheets. Hermione stands up, looks at Neville, asking a silent question, Neville looks back at Hermione and nods his head answering her question. Both of them head out of the dormitory and down the stairs heading towards their destination. Hoping to god that they are making the correct decision.

The four Slytherins walk to Professor Minerva McGonagall quarters, Professor Snape mutter the password, the door swings open, showing that the professor has already gotten into her nightclothes, "Good evening Severus, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Nott."

"Good evening Minerva. If you are wondering why we are here, I will get right down to it, something is wrong with Mr. Potter. As you very well know, Lucius and I are spies against the Dark Lord, Mr. Zabini is neutral, and Mr. Nott has no intentions of following his father footsteps in taking the mark."

'Ok, Severus, you have intrigued me. What do you think is wrong with Mr. Potter?"

"Have you notice that he doesn't come down to the Great Hall during most meals?"

"Yes."

"Have you also notice how Mr. Potters clothes seem to be too big for him."

"Yes."

"Have you also notice that his moods seem to switch at a moment's notice?"

"Yes, I have notice all of these things, but unless he comes to me I cannot do anything. I am wondering though, why did you bring your concerns to me and not to the headmaster."

"Well to answer you honestly, I do not trust the headmaster anymore." Right at that moment, the door bursts open, revealing a disheveled Neville Longbottom and a fuming Hermione Granger; she immediately set her sights on the four Slytherins that is currently in the room, "What the bloody hell have you two done now?"

"Ms. Granger, please refrain from using inappropriate language."

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall," she says through gritted teeth, " but we had just found Harry puking his guts out into the toilet, after that he sobbed into Neville's chest holding on for dear life until he fell asleep. Now, I would like to know what Malfoy and Snape did to Harry."

"I assure you, that the situation is that what it seems Ms. Granger."

"And I assure you Professor Snape, that if I don't get answers in the next five seconds I will start hexing." Minerva McGonagall gasps, "Ms. Granger, you do realize that by threatening both a student and a professor can get you expelled."

"At the moment, I DO NOT CARE. Now tell me Snape, what did you and that bigoted boy did to Harry that had Harry sobbing."

"Surely this is not the first time you have seen Mr. Potter cry."

"I assure you that Harry does not allow emotions to flow so easily, you might be surprise when I tell you this, but Harry wears a stronger mask then you and all of your little Slytherins put together so excuse me if I am so concern for my friend, and if he openly cries in front of anyone, someone terribly is wrong with him."

"Ms. Granger, due to my position as a spy and the position of Draco's father as a spy, we both have to act a certain way not to raise suspicions upon ourselves. And since the Dark Lord has returned, we have had to return to both of our spy duties. And I expect none of what I say in here leaves this room. Also, I do not believe that it was our actions that caused Mr. Potter to have these emotions, I have noticed that his moods have been all over the place, and I was about to give my theories as what the reasons would be."

"Of course, Severus if you could continue, and if Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Granger have a sit we can continue."

"Thank you Minerva, as I was saying and Ms. Granger this may come as a shock to you but it the only explanation for Mr. Potter's mood swings. Have you heard of a bearer Ms. Granger?"

"Wizards who have the ability to get pregnant without the aid of potions and are extremely rare since only a really powerful wizard can be bearers, there haven't been a known bearer since the founders when Godric Gryffindor was one, and he wasn't even gay."

"Correct Ms. Granger, five points to Gryffindor. With that I believe that Mr. Potter is a bearer. Bearers have a mark that is distinctive to this special ability."

"But Harry doesn't have a mark."

"We do not know that. Usually the mark is on the person's right hip."

"But professor, Harry is not sexually active and to my knowledge Harry is not gay. I know in the Wizarding world, that homosexuality is not frowned upon like in the muggle world, but Harry would not openly announce that he is gay."

"That may be the case, but there are other ways one could get pregnant if they are not gay."

"Please don't tell me that what I am thinking is what you are also thinking about Severus."

"I'm afraid I am Minerva."

"Professors, what are you talking about?"

"We need all of you to promise us that this will not leave this room, alright." With six nods Professor Snape continues, "We believe Ms. Granger, that Mr. Potter could have been raped."

"No, no, no, no, that is impossible; Harry would have told me about it, right. He would have said something, right."

"I'm sorry Ms. Granger, but what Severus says could be true, and it's not just about the moods, I'm sure that you have noticed how distant and withdrawn he has become, how he rarely eats in the Great Hall anymore, his grades have improved tremendously which isn't a bad thing but considering, and he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks."

"It's true Hermione." Everyone whips around to face Harry as he walks into the quarters, "I was raped, but I don't know what everything else you were talking about. I was coming up here to speak with Professor McGonagall anyways, if that was alright."

"Of course it is Harry; before you came up here Professor Snape came up with a theory as for your behavior. No, just listen to me, we have notice that you have mood swings."
"Ok, what is this theory of his?"

"That you could be pregnant, and that if you're not a bearer, than the attacker would have had to use a potion on you."

"I don't know if I'm pregnant or not, but I'm pretty sure that I am a bearer since he didn't use a potion on me, but it could be true."

"Mr. Potter, if you are a bearer than there would be a mark on your right hip, it would be a pink rose."

"Ok, then I am a bearer. Though every book that I've looked into doesn't have a picture of it."

"We would like you to see Poppy. She could either come here or you could go to the hospital wing. We will also need the name of your rapist so that we could bring charges against him."

"Minerva, I have already called Poppy, she will be here any minute."

"Thank you Severus." Poppy Pomphrey hurries into the room, "Severus told me the gist of it, not the whole story though. Mr. Potter, come over here and lay on the sofa please."

"Of course Madam Pomphrey." Harry walks over to the red and black sofa and lay on it with his head on one of the black pillows, "Good, just relax, I'm just going to run a few diagnostic spells on you ok."

"Ok." She pulls out her wand, a couple of minutes pass whilst Madam Pomphrey was muttering spells underneath her breathe, It does seem that you are indeed pregnant, you are about eleven weeks pregnant although I haven't the slightest clue how."

"Poppy, Mr. Potter is most likely a bearer, can you just check to make sure that he has the mark."
"Of course, now Mr. Potter don't be frighten, I just need you to show me your right hip bone." Harry sits up, pulls down his shorts and boxers just enough to show Madam Pomphrey his hip though she noticed that his hands were shaking vigorously, "It does seem that he has the mark of a bearer. Now Mr. Potter, would you please inform us of your attacker." Harry looks at Hermione, Hermione turns to everyone else in the room, "Harry wants to go to the Room of Requirement, and we would also need a tad few people to come." Hermione looks over to Harry again, he nods his head, "We would want everyone in the room to come, along with Dean, Seamus, Susan, Hannah, Alicia, Angelina, Luna, Katie, the Patils, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Tracey, all the Weasleys, Fleur Delacour, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus, Snuffles, Professors Flitwick, Sprout and Umbridge, along with Madam Bones, Andromeda and Ted Tonks, Dumbledore, Augusta Longbottom, along with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, Greengrass, Mrs. Zabini, and my parents if that's not a problem."

"Of course, I'm sure the Room of Requirement can accommodate 51 people."

"Thank you Professor McGonagall."

"It's not a problem, but if I may ask, how do you know about the Room of Requirement?" This time Harry answers her question, "While last year when I was practicing for the tournament, I needed to find a place to train, while both Hermione and myself were walking in the seventh floor corridor, a door mysteriously appears, knowing me, we went into the room and it had everything that we needed, a training room, library, kitchen and a living room to rest and relax. We spent most of our time there. We also looked into Wizarding law and practices and we both started practicing the Old Ways and I found out about my heritage. I will discuss everything when we get to the room, ok."

"Ok, Mr. Potter, shall we go."

"Of course, Hermione would you be a dear and lead the way."

"Of course," all nine, six students, two professors and the medi-witch all climb out of the professors quarters and start walking to the seventh floor corridor, whilst several of the Hogwarts house-elves gather the mentioned guests to come to the Room of Requirement.