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"Alexander." There was a moments silence in the small room where if a pin had been dropped, it would have most definitely echoed throughout the room, startling its three occupants as it rang through the dead air. Finally, it was Draco that spoke.
"Who is Alexander?" Draco and Severus watched as the pale teenager's eyes drifted to the bedside cabinet where the photo of himself and the small child sat.
"Alexander...is my son." Severus took a sharp intake of breath and raised his fingers to idly massage the bridge of his nose as he felt a migraine coming on. Draco, to both Harry and Severus's mild amusement, simply gawked at him stupidly.
"WHAT?! But that's not possible! The child in that photograph must be at least two years old! you would have been fourteen when you and whoever the mother is conceived the child! That and the fact that you are supposedly gay!" Harry looked uncomfortable for a while before nodding.
"Yes, Alexander is my child, yes i was fourteen when he was conceived and yes i am gay. Look, i don't even know why I'm telling you all this. Get lost the both of you and leave me alone."
"Explain Potter. We are not leaving until we get an explanation both to how this child is yours and why you have the overwhelming urge to kill yourself!" Snape said sharply as he stopped massaging his forehead and began rummaging in the many pockets in his robes for a headache potion; he was going to need it. Harry hesitated.
"Well, it was in the winter holidays of my fourth year..."
"Harry, I'm afraid that with since the school wards are being replenished during to holidays, no students can stay at Hogwarts. Not even you Harry." The elderly Headmaster looked down his nose through his half-moon glasses at Harry with a sad expression on his face. "And since the Weasley's are taking a trip to visit Charlie in Romania, you will have to go back to your relatives for the school break" Harry's eyes widened in shock and he stood up, slamming his hands down angrily on the polished oak desk.
"NO! You can't send me back there! Not at Christmas, please sir!" His face was full of fear and betrayal as his mentor sadly shook his head.
"I'm sorry Harry, i can't do anything. You should pack your bags, you will be leaving with the rest of the students tomorrow morning. I have already notified your aunt and uncle that they are too pick you up at the station at three o clock tomorrow afternoon." And with that Dumbledore stood and left the room, unaware of the fear that was coursing through his student's small body.
"I was fourteen years old, i was in the middle of a dangerous tournament and i had just been sent back to my less than welcoming relatives for the winter holidays. And not to mention, i was in strong denial about my blossoming attraction to other men. So when i met Fiamma Wicklow, my best friend who had moved away when i was 10, it was a strange experience indeed."
"Oh my God! Harry?! Is that you?" Harry slowly turned around to find himself face to face with a petite girl of around 5'3" with dark flowing hair flowing gently down her back to reach her waist. Her skin was slightly tanned and her piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into his soul.
"Fiamma?" The girl's face broke into a delighted grin as she launched herself at the raven haired boy. "But how are you here! You, you left years ago! i thought i would never see you again!" He returned the fierce hug just as hard as the small girl before him did and when they both pulled away both were grinning.
"I came back to visit my Grandmama! I visited last year at Christmas also but your family said you were at school in Scotland! Oh Harry! I thought i would never see you again! How are you!"
"Fiamma is a strong girl. She was my only friend at primary school and she stood up for herself against Dudley and his gang. She had always been beautiful, and with her half-Irish half- Italian lineage she had a short temper and fierce loyalty to her friends. She moved to Ireland to be with her father after her mother died when she was 10 and she left me all alone. And yet, when we met again, a whole five years later, we were still as close as we ever were. And then, a few days after i had first seen her again, her Grandmama died and she was out of her mind in despair. We found comfort in each other that night as we both sought to escape from reality. Her from the dead of her beloved Grandmama and I from the realisation that i was not attracted to the female gender and i was determined that i could cure myself of my thoughts of other men by sleeping with a girl. It didn't work..."
"Oh Gods, Fiamma i'm so sorry! I've hurt you. Please forgive me, i was wrong." A small hand was placed on Harry's larger one and he looked up into the understanding eyes of his best friend.
"It's okay Harry. We both wanted it, we were both hurt. We both realise now that it was a mistake but that won't ruin our friendship okay? If our friendship can handle five years apart, then surely it can handle this." Harry leaned into his best friend as he sobbed into her still naked shoulder and she rubbed his bare back comfortingly."
"She came to me the following day and told me that she had to go back to Ireland and we promised to write to each other after i had explained about magic and owl mail. And we did so, until i returned to Surrey this summer.
'Tap, Tap, Tap' Harry was awakened as he heard someone knocking on the door and groaned as he hurriedly pulled on some clothes and walked down the stairs, grateful that the Dursley's had taken a weeks vacation to Spain leaving the house to him.
"Hello?" He opened the door, slightly confused, who would be visiting him? And then his jaw dropped at the sight of his best friend stood smiling on his doorstep, her hair this time pulled up into a pony tail that still brushed the waistband of her faded jeans. But that was not the most startling thing. Stood holding onto the girl, no, she was a woman now, was a small boy with a shock of black hair and piercing blue eyes that stared up at him innocently.
"Hi Harry. Can I come in?" Harry nodded mutely, his eyes still following the toddler who clung to the brunette as he opened the door wider and stepped to the side.
"Fia...Who? What? I don't understand..." Fiamma smiled sadly at the use of the childish nickname and gently pushed the child towards Harry.
"He's yours Harry. His name is Alexander Matteo Potter. Do you remember that night? We forgot to use any means of contraception" His eyes snapped up away from the toddler who was absentmindedly messing with the hem of Harry's shirt.
"But...Why did you never tell me!? I would have-" He was cut off here as Fiamma glared angrily at him.
"You would have what Harry?! I'll tell you what you would have done, you would have left that school of yours abandoned all your dreams and you would have come and looked after this child with me. I know you would have, you would have wanted to do the right thing. And i couldn't let you do that!" She lowered her voice and spoke more softly as the child whimpered at her angry tone.
"All you ever wanted as a child was to go to school, to do something with you life and to get away from these monsters you call relatives. And so you finally escape and get accepted in this Hogwarts place because you ARE special Harry. You are magic and i couldn't let you give all that up."
"But..." Harry said just as softly as he ran his fingers through the thin baby hair that covered his son's head. "Why now then?" Fiamma lowered her head and looked at the floor in shame.
"I can't look after him any more Harry. I just can't do it. You may have escaped you're relatives but i still can't get away from my father and it kills me inside to know that if i don't get him away soon he will hurt him just as much as he hurt us as children." Harry stiffened as he remembered the beatings that the two children had got as Vernon Dursley and Martin Wicklow joined together to satisfy their sadistic pleasures. Fiamma looked up at Harry with tears in her eyes.
"I'm going to run away Harry, but i need you to take him. Look after him and tell him i love him. I'm sorry." And with that she rushed out of the door and into the street, Harry didn't see her again.
There was a long pause as Draco and Severus took all of this in.
"Harry, if Alexander was put in your care...Where is he now?"