Harry Potter was eating lunch with Hermione and Ron, or at least trying to eat. He was feeling quite sick and when he took a bite of his
sandwich he immediately had the urge to vomit. Harry got out of his chair and ran to the nearest restroom. After few moments Harry was
sure that he had nothing left in his stomach in which to throw up, he sat down on the cool, stone floor, and leaned against the stall door,
his body shivering, his heart still hammering in his chest. This was the third time this week that he had been sick like this, he thought with a
frown. He must be coming down with something, and he blamed Snape, of course, and the fact that he was forced to take his Potions
class in the dank, damp dungeons. Perhaps he should think about dropping the class. Being locked away for double Potions with that
detestable bat five days a week was just not healthy! A few minutes later, Harry got up slowly and exited the stall. Walking over to the
sink, he splashed some cool water on his face and then stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face was still pale and he was still a little
shaky, but he was beginning to feel better. Feeling that his nausea had passed for the time being, Harry knew that it was safe to leave the
bathroom, literally running into Hermione as he did so. Hermione gave Harry a concerned looked, as she asked,
"Harry were you sick again?"
"Erm, yeah I was," Harry said nervously running his fingers through his hair.
"You should go see Madam Pomfrey, Harry this is the third time you have been sick this week," Hermione said sternly.
"Mione, I am probably just coming down with something, from being in Snape's classroom so much," Harry explained.
"Harry, I am in the dungeons just as much as you are and I am not sick, Now come on I am taking you to the hospital wing,"
"Ok, ok I'll go," Harry grumbled as he followed Hermione to the hospital wing.
As they arrived outside the Infirmary door, Harry turned to his friend. "I can do this by myself Hermione. You go on and I'll catch up
with you later."
"Fine Harry, but I want you to come find me as soon as Madame Pomfrey tells you what is wrong," she said as she gave him a
quick hug and turned on her heels.
Harry sighed as he pushed the door open and stepped inside the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey looked up to see who was coming in.
"Hello, Mister Potter how can I help you?"
"Hello, Well for the past week I have been throwing up everything I eat, and feeling a bit dizzy. I was wondering if you could
find out what was wrong with me?"
"Ok, Mister Potter just lie on the bed and I will cast a diagnosis spell,"
Harry went and laid down on the nearest bed and Madam Pomfrey stood over him and moved her wand up and Harry's body. She soon
got the results of the test and they shocked her.
"Oh, my," Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"Madam Pomfrey, what's wrong?" Harry asked nervously.
Madam Pomfrey did not answer Harry right away, instead she preformed the spell twice more.
"Well, Mister Potter I suppose congratulations are in order, You are pregnant,"
Harry stared at her with a shocked expression on his face.
"I'm w..what?"
"Your pregnant,"
"But, how I am a boy. Boys cannot get pregnant. Can they?" Harry rasped out, still shocked.
"Muggle men cannot get pregnant, Harry, but wizards can,"
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said as he laid back on the bed.
"Do you know who the father is?" Madam Pomfrey questioned.
"Well, it can't be my boyfriend, we have never had sex," Harry said confused.
"Would you like me to do a paternity spell?" Poppy asked softly.
Harry just nodded.
Madam Pomfrey preformed another spell and Harry gasped when he saw the face of Lucius Malfoy floating above his stomach.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry mumbled as he remembered what happened to him six weeks before.
Flashback:
Harry was sitting on the couch in Draco's sitting room and they were discussing their plans for the day. Draco was telling him
about his plans to return unwanted Christmas presents with his mother, a tradition they do together every year.
"Baby, you can come if you want," Draco offered.
"No, I think I'll stay here and read,"
"Alright, I'll bring you back something,"
"Ok, love, I will see you later," Harry said
Draco sat down next to Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "Make sure that you miss me,"
Harry returned the kiss and said " I always do," Draco laughed has he stood up to leave the room. "Bye, Love," Draco said.
"Bye," Harry answered picking up his book and started to read. Soon though, Harry was hungry and he decided to head down
to the kitchen to get something to eat instead of bothering one of the house elves. He was making his way past Lucius's study
when he heard,
"Harry, come in here,"
Harry slowly and cautiously walked into the study.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy?" He asked.
"I was just wondering how you were enjoying your stay," Lucius said
"I am having a wonderful time Sir," Harry answered
"Good, Good. Where you heading to?" Lucius asked.
"I was just going to the kitchen to get something to eat,"
"I think I will join you," Lucius said as he got up from his desk.
"Erm ok sir," Harry said as he shifted uneasily.
When they got into the kitchen Lucius started to question Harry about his relationship with Draco. He wanted to make sure that
Harry was in love with Draco and not the Malfoy fortune. It was his job after all as head of the Malfoy family to protect
everyone and everything established under the name Malfoy.
"What are your intentions with my son, Harry?
"What do you mean, Sir?" Harry asked.
"I mean do you love Draco, do you plan on marrying him?"
"Oh, yes Sir, I love Draco very much and I would like to marry him one day," Harry answered.
"Really, My that is interesting," Lucius said as he walked closer to Harry with seductive grin on his face.
"Yes, sir," Harry answered taking a step backwards, bumping into the kitchen table as he did so.
"Now, now you do not have to be afraid Harry," Lucius said sweetly.
"I'm not afraid Mr. Malfoy,"
"Good, good," Lucius said as he walked toward Harry and grabbed his wrist.
"Let me go," Harry said trying not to sound frightened.
Lucius smirked at Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
"NO! Mr. Malfoy, I am in love with Draco! Please leave me alone," Harry begged.
Again Lucius did not say anything as he moved to pull out his wand. Once his wand was in his hand, he murmured a relaxation
spell and waited for Harry to relax into the curse and watched helplessly as He pulled down his pants, pulled out a vial of lube,
and started to prepare him self. He then roughly flipped Harry over and started to rape him over and over. Harry was in
agonizing pain as Lucius again roughly flipped him over and then preformed the mobilcorpus spell and took him to his room,
laid him on the bed, Lucius removed the relaxation spell, then smirked as he walked out of the room, leaving Harry feeling
bruised, disgusting and really alone. Then Harry fell a sleep, traumatized by the events that happened to him. He kept tossing
and turning, and was having a nightmare of Lucius raping him. Harry finally gave up on trying to sleep. So Harry laid there
staring at the ceiling feeling dirty and used. He was wondering what Draco would think if he found out the truth. So Harry
decided that it would be best if he didn't tell Draco what his father did to him. After thinking about how hurt he was feeling both
emotionly and physically it made Harry desperately want a shower so he can try to wash away his pain He slowly climbed out of
bed wincing in pain. He walked slowly into the adjoining bath, undressed and turned on the shower. Once the water was the
prefect temperature, Harry stepped and let the hot water pour down on himself. Harry then started to cry out his rage.
End Flashback
"Mister Potter, are you alright?" Madam Pomfrey asked with her voice full of deep concern.
"No, I am not alright. May I lay down for while please?" Harry asked as tears silently streamed down his face.
"Of course Harry. Is there anything I can do for you?" Madam asked sweetly.
"Yes, can you call for Draco Malfoy to come here please?"
"Yes, dear of course,"
"Thank you," Harry mumbled as he laid back down on the bed with his hand on his stomach.
While Madam Pomfrey went to get Draco, Harry started to think about his unborn child. Since Harry can remember he has always
wanted a family of his own, now that he has found that he's pregnant, he is going to get the chance he has been waiting for . Harry did not
want to lose it. The only problem Harry could think of was telling Draco. Harry loved Draco very much and that is why he did not tell him
about getting raped by Lucius. Just then Draco came into the infirmary and ran to Harry's side.
"Harry, Love, what's wrong?" Draco asked with concern in his voice.
Harry looked up at Draco with his eyes shining with tears, "Love, you know how I have been sick lately?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes," Draco said has he moved closer to his boyfriend and sat on his bed, wrapping his arms around Harry.
Harry snuggled into Draco's arms has he mumbled, " I know what's wrong with me,"
"Tell me, Love," Draco said quietly.
"Draco, I'm pregnant."