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Disclaimer # 2 non con. Mpreg. Preg. AU, Dark Fic

Severus Snape entered his quarters, and he hissed when he heard a mewling noise. To his surprise, the noise wasn't coming from Nessie the House Elf.

"It's allright, Master here! Master help!"

Nessie bounced over to where he was, and she was quivering in excitement and fear.

"He hurts! Nessie tried, but the pain still there!"

"Very well, I'll see what I can do," Severus announced. The last thing he wanted was a mewling, sniveling roommate.

He walked into his bedroom, and his heart shattered. There, crumbled into the fetal position, both hands pressed against his belly, his long hair neatly braided and gaily beribboned was…

"Head Master," Severus whispered.

And the shattered wreck that had once been the most powerful wizard in Europe looked at him with vacant, blue eyes.

Oh Merlin. What have they done to you?

He knelt next to the whimpering man, and carefully, he pulled out his wand. The Head Master reacted just as badly as Severus had feared that he would, screeching and mewling, as he frantically crawled away from Severus. Not having the time to finesse the situation with any sort of delicacy, Severus swished and flicked his wand. Dumbledore collapsed in mid-crawl, and Severus walked toward him.

"It's all right," he whispered, trying to make his voice soothing. "I'm turning you over now, so I can help you."

Dumbledore was dead weight, and his blue eyes were wide in terror and fear. Severus managed to roll him over, and he placed the wand against the Head Master's belly. With a soft, singsong spell of his own creation, he was able to diagnose the reason for Dumbledore's pain as his nascent womb.

Oh Merlin. What have they done to you? Merlin blast it, I need to get you to Minerva and Poppy!

With careful, deliberate movements of his wand, he was able to soothe the Head Master's pain away. Wand waving would provide a temporary cessation of pain, and the Head Master's whimpers soon ceased. Hopefully he would have enough time to brew a tincture before the pains returned.

"I need to call you something," he whispered, his voice shaky. "You're not the Head Master; I can't call you Albus, as you're merely a shell. Perhaps…Al?"

Al stared at him, and Severus pointed at himself.

"Sev," he carefully enunciated. He pointed at Al and then stated, "Al."

Nessie the House Elf peered around the doorway, and Sev realized that the House Elf wanted to be introduced to her new charge.

"Nessie," he clearly stated. "Nessie, this is Al. You're to keep an eye on him. It's very important that you do so. Al, Nessie will take care of you."

Al just stared at them both, and Severus held out his hands. "I need to check you, Al," he sing songed.

There was no response from Al, and Severus gently put his hands on both sides of Al's head.

"Look at me," he said in that same sing song tone. It took some time, but at last, Al stared at him with soulless eyes.

With a softly spoken spell, he Entered Al's mind. Only once before had he Entered the Head Master's mind, and he hoped to find a unchanged mental landscape. The Head Master's mind had tasted lemony, like sherbet lemons, and it had been full of tart whimsy and ancient knowledge. Severus had been humbled by the experience because the Head Master's absolute trust in him had given him unfettered access to his mind. It had taken him time to recover from the surreal experience, and the entire time he had been recuperating, Dumbledore had held on his hand and had reassured him.

"The first time takes some people like this," Dumbledore had assured him, before the Head Master had given him a wicked smirk. "It's always best for your first time to be with someone you trust."

Smoothly, he further Delved into Al's mind, hoping for the tart taste of citrus, for his mind to be brushed by a fleeting memory that belonged to the Head Master. There had to be something left of the Head Master.

He could not be…gone.

There was nothing, except for the metallic taste of blood, and the overwhelming smell of ashes.

There was nothing. The Head Master's mind had gone a Burton, apparently.

Al trusts Sev. He gently deliberated on that idea, his thoughts filling the vast emptiness that had once been the Head Master's psyche, and then he began repeating the mantra, Al trusts Sev. Sev protects Al.

Al's tense body relaxed as Severus mentally crooned that concept to him. In time, with Nessie's help, Severus managed to pull Al off the floor. It might have been his imagination, but he thought Al looked somewhat calmer.

"Wheres will he be sleeping? Does he needs Nessie's bed?" Nessie nervously questioned. "He cans has Nessie' nice, fine bed. Nessie's bed are too good for a House Elf. Makes nice bed for Master's new friend."

Nessie had been used to sleeping on the floor, on a small, threadbare rug next to her late mistress' bed. When he had first acquired her, Severus had promptly given her a comfortable mattress, pillows and blankets. He had attempted to do more, wanting to duplicate how the Hogwart House Elves had been treated, but Nessie had nearly become completely undone with his small bit of consideration. Her hysterics had stopped after he promised that she could sleep in his bedroom. It wasn't like he had been planning on entertaining anyone and a loyal House Elf might prove useful.

"First of all, he needs clothes," Severus decided.

Head Master, you used to love to wear your colorful robes with spangles and sequins. I was a black crow to your colorful peacock. They put you in dirty rags to shame you, but there isn't enough of you left to actually notice. But I perceive the insult. I will reap your vengeance for you, Head Master. On the day that Minerva proudly displays the banner of a Rising Phoenix from the rooftop of this castle, you will be avenged.

"Master's blond friend drops clothes off when he broughts him here." Nessie announced. "They is in a big bag, and Nessie unpacks them."

"Are they similar to what he's wearing?" Severus asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. Al's ash colored robe was torn and stained.

"Yes," Nessie admitted. "I cleans them all, and fixed what I could. I put Al into the bestest robe I could find. But he was in such pain, he messed his robe!"

"Tomorrow, we'll need to get him new clothes that fit," Severus decided. "Nessie, you will measure him, so I can buy him clothes."

He looked at Al, and though he anticipated no answer, Severus still asked, "Are you hungry?"

Al stared at him, his eyes empty and vacant. His mouth opened and then closed.

"Food first," Severus informed Nessie. "Then he's washed, changed and put to bed."

"Where will he be sleeps?" Nessie questioned. The House Elf was trying not to be obvious, but Severus thought that Nessie was worried about the possibility of losing her little nest, rather than being a good hostess to the newest addition to the dysfunctional Snape family.

"Your bed is still your own," Severus assured Nessie, who nearly quivered herself to death in her happiness. "Tonight, I guess, he'll stay in my bed."

Nessie gasped and blushed from the tip of her one large bat ear all the way down to her crooked right big toe that had been deliberately broken and incorrectly set by her previous mistress.

"If Master wishes to do…." Nessie paused, and then whispered, "Inny-Outy with Al, Nessie will stays in the kitchen."

Only through far too many years of teaching Longbottom, Potter and assorted Weasleys was Severus able to keep his voice composed.

"There will be no sexual intercourse, or as you so quaintly put it, Inny-Outy. There will be no Hanky Panky either. Having sex with him would be no better than molesting a defenseless child," Severus growled.

Well, maybe he wasn't successful in keeping his emotions as composed as he had hoped, for Nessie anxiously took a step backwards.

"Nessie no means to imply that kind Master is that type! Please forgives Nessie! Master's blond friend said that you'd be doing Inny-Outy all night long! Nessy didn't know he was joking!" The House Elf begged plaintively. "Most generous Master is kind and handsome! Forgives Nessie for not knowing better!"

He had gone astray in his head. Albus Dumbledore was not dead, but instead, severely traumatized and quite possibly brain damaged, and Severus' personal House Elf thought Severus was kind, generous andhandsome. Oh, and there was the distinct chance that the Dark Lord had succeeded in…. Merlin help him, impregnating the Head Master.

WithSeverus' child.

Well, as Head of his Dysfunctional Little Family, Severus needed to ensure that his family was healthy and safe. Yes, that included the House Elf.

"Nessie, please have dinner with me. You will help feed Al," he loudly explained, as Nessie nearly went into raptures of joy that she was allowed to have dinner with her Master. "Do you have much experience with children?"

"Yes, my first mistress have seven!" Nessie joyfully explained. "Nessie feed, bathed, clothes all the little babies! Nessie read to them!"

The House Elf's dark eyes were joyful, remembering happy times reading to the spawn of the monster that had burned her ear as she had deemed that Nessie wasn't motivated enough. Merlin's bloody scrote, he was probably the only fool who actually felt pity for the House Elves as they reminded him too much of himself. For a magical species to take on the role of humanity's servants there could be no reason except that it was an act of supreme penance. His own hair shirt had often chafed him raw over the years, but the Head Master had never burnt his ear off in a fit of hormonal pique.

Severus deeply regretted that he lacked the necessary skill to restore Nessie's ear, but Nessie had appreciated the healing salve he had given her. It had softened the scar tissue somewhat, and eased the inflammation, but it was still an ugly disfigurement.

"Well Nessie, you have a new baby to oversee. Make up a list of what you think he'll need."

Merlin's scrote! He better be toilet trained!

"Al is not a baby!" Nessie exclaimed in shock. "Master making fun of Nessie!"

"Nessie, Al is an adult, yes, but his mind is damaged. Al will need you to keep an eye on him, to ensure that he is safe. I keep many supplies for my potions here. He must not get into my work room."

"No, Master! Nessie watch Al! Keep Al safe!" Nessie promised. "Master? May Nessie ask kind, handsome Master a question?"

I'll probably regret it, Severus thought, but he assured her that she could speak.

"Is Al having Master's baby? Master's blond friend says he is, but Al is a boy, and he won't answer when I asked him. Nessie cleaned him earlier, and saw Al's boy parts. Al doesn't have girl parts!"

"He might be," Severus regretfully admitted. "It's still quite early, so it's not confirmed yet."

Nessie's undamaged ear straightened, and she beamed. She grasped both her hands together, and she nearly bounced in her excitement.

"Nessie will be able to hear baby's heart beat! Quite soon! May Nessie bond to Master's baby? Nessie swear loyalty to baby, and he'll be Nessie's Master if you gone. Nessie wants her Master's family to serve. Nessie doesn't want to be passed on to another family. Not again! Not so soon! Handsome Master is so kind to Nessie!"

"We'll discuss it later, as I need to know exactly what it entails for you to bond with… the child," Severus paused, and then attempted to smile at Al. His smile was rusty, as he rarely smiled, but Al was staring at him. "Al, it's time for dinner. Food?"

He motioned as though he was eating, and Al continued to stare at him.

Head Master, remember when you were young, you shone like the sun? Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

"Come on, you crazy diamond," Severus gently ordered. He carefully guided Al to the dinning room, and sat him down to the meal.


Dinner had been messy. Al needed help using the utensils and there had been one episode where Al had shoveled a bit too much in his mouth and had begun to choke. Fortunately, a quick casting of Anapneo kept Al among the land of the living.

"Eating properly is an acquired art," Severus graciously announced to Nessie, who was fearful that she was at fault for Al's near death experience. "It is best to assume that he needs assistance with tasks that you'd normally assume that he wouldn't."

Ignoring's Nessie's obsessive mumbles about what a kind, generous and handsome Master he was, Severus couldn't help but stare at Al. It was really the first time he was able to catalog the physical damage the Head Master had endured.

His hands, Merlin's bloody scrote, did they have to break his hands? The Head Master's formerly long and graceful hands were now gnarled and stiff. Grasping his fork took considerable effort, and Al used it with a stabbing motion. He had lost a great deal of weight, and he ate as though he was starving. At first hesitant at eating, Al began shoveling the food into his mouth at a faster and a faster rate, as though fearful that it would taken away from him. Severus had finally ordered Nessie to feed Al, as the way Al was inhaling his food, Severus knew that Al would end up with a wicked case of gut rot.

His long hair was now completely snow white, though it was now braided with a riotous blizzard of brightly colored ribbons. Even his beard had not escaped Nessie's creativity, as it was a multitude of tiny plaits, neatly restrained with a beard tie.

Minerva, I am almost glad that you are not here to see the Head Master. They've turned him in a fool, dressed him in motley, and the hair ribbons are the final insult. Oh Minerva, you'd be furious, and your righteous anger would wipe this cesspool clean.

His face was heavily lined, and rather gaunt. Al had also succeeded in smearing his face and his beard with mushy peas. That pathetic sight was the final straw for Severus, and he had to look away when he spoke, "Nessie, it might be necessary to cut his beard down to manageable levels if he can't keep it clean."

Head Master, you had always taken such pride in your beard and your hair. You kept it clean and I never once saw it stained or dirty.

When the meal was finished, Nessie took Al away to be bathed and changed. Severus was sipping at his glass of wine when he heard a knock on the door.

"It's Lucius, may I come in?" asked the silken voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes," Severus decided.

With a quick gesture of his wand, his quarters were soon suitable for entertaining.

Lucius Malfoy smiled upon entering Severus' quarters.

"I was curious how you made out with your new… bed mate." Lucius softly questioned. His eyes were narrowed as he deliberately examined Severus closely.

No doubt the gossiper would tell everyone, Severus mentally growled.

"I must admit that I am quite uncertain about the wisdom of using Dumbledore as the Vessel," Severus smoothly admitted. "While it is poetic justice for him to carry my child."

Lucius just smiled, and Severus once again damned the day he had fallen under Malfoy's spell. What with Malfoy's classical good looks, the much younger Severus had become too easily infatuated with Head Boy Malfoy.

"Though I worry, Lucius," Severus admitted slowly. He had a brainstorm just now, and he couldn't wait to see Lucius' panicked reaction to the news. "Most fertility spells are unable to extend the period that females are fertile. After the age of seventy, they can no longer normally reproduce. But Dumbledore is close to one hundred and twenty, and yet, the Dark Lord has apparently succeeded in ensuring that a rather ancient male is capable of carrying a child…"

Easily, Lucius Malfoy parroted the company line, "Whatever the Dark Lord decides to do, he has a sound reason. You should be honored that you were chosen to be the father of the child…"

"I was just wondering. There is a distinct lack of females in our ranks. Thirty percent of our rank is fertile females, and they are being constantly bred due to the need to increase the small number of Pure Bloods. I fear that if the Dark Lord is successful with this breeding, he may decide to…" Severus paused, and then glanced at Lucius' trim belly.

Lucius turned a sickly shade of white which horrifically clashed with his platinum hair.

"Currently only the senior most members breed the females, least those with the inclination and desire to do so," Severus added that snide comment, reminding a smugly, superior heterosexual Lucius that up until now, Severus hadn't been a Breeder. "There's been a dramatic upswing in the number of multiple births, as though the Dark Lord has meddling in that. I fear that when the females are too old to be bred, the younger men will breed…."

Again, Severus suggestively glanced at Lucius' stomach, and then he looked at Lucius. For good measure, he bequeathed Malfoy a very appraising, extremely smoldering look, as though Severus was seriously considering what it would be like to bed Lucius. Malfoy truly deserved that bit of nastiness, as he was a heterosexual prude who thought himself superior to Half Blooded Gay Boys like Severus.

Yes, Lucius looked quite gobsmacked; in fact, Severus thought he'd looked rather morning sick.

"I'm sure Cissy will be willing to offer pointers," Severus suggested, not so gently twisting the knife in Lucius' kidneys. "I am concerned that the Dark Lord has allowed the two Carrows to reproduce. I often thought their close relationship was unhealthy, but can you image what their progeny will be like? Can you imagine? Brother-sister breedings? What's next? Father-son?"

Malfoy's horrified reaction was priceless, No doubt before midnight struck, he would inform every able bodied Pure Blood Male that was currently standing in as Studs what their future might entail. DECADES of Paternity clothes, morning sickness and lots of nappies.

"I'd hate to keep you away from your lover," Lucius snidely commented. "I'm sure it's been years … possibly decades…for you. Feel free to tell me tomorrow all about you riding the old man tonight."

Severus ignored Lucius, and escorted him the door. He softly closed the door behind Lucius, and he placed his head on the door.

Damn you, Minerva. When you believed the Head Master died, why did you assume that I was responsible for betraying him? I returned to Hogwarts, and you had barred me from its hallowed grounds. I couldn't find you! You abandoned me to the wolves! Perhaps sending the Weasleys to you will cause you to finally believe that I did not betray the Head Master.

Time later for self-pity, now it was time to go to bed. Fortunately, he had a very large bed, as he liked to sprawl out when he slept, plus he had a tendency for nightmares. Hopefully there'd be enough room for him and Al in his bed. Nothing would happen between the two of them, as it would akin to having sex with a three year old Draco.

To think there was a time that I would have willingly taken you to my bed, Head Master. I knew that you alone among the staff at Hogwarts shared my sexual proclivities. You easily accepted that I recognized your sexual bent, yet you kept everything chaste and respectable between us. I was your weapon, Head Master. Yet, how I loved to watch your hands. They were so agile, Head Master, so gentle when you tended to my wounds that I had earned in your service.

He walked into his bed chambers and found Al sitting on the floor next to Nessie's bed. The House Elf was sitting in Al's lap, her good ear resting against his chest, and she was enthusiastically reading a story to him. His blue eyes were bright with interest, and he seemed to be concentrating on her expressive voice.

"The story is called, Nigel's Mum is Having a Baby," Nessie explained before she began to read the story. "Nigel was a little boy. He lived with his mum and his dad."

Severus quietly sat down in a chaise lounge and watched the free carnie show. Nessie continued to read the story to Al, and it appeared to be a well loved tale, for she seemed quite familiar with it. At the very end of the story, Nigel finally met his new baby brother, and all was well with Nigel's world.

"Nigel's mum is having a baby," Nessie explained. "Just like Al is. Nessie will love the baby for its Master's and Al's baby."

The House Elf then proceeded to sound a happy purr. She snuggled close to an unresisting Al, and she continued to happily jabber away. "Nessie will soon hear baby's heartbeat. Nessie will listen every day to the heartbeat for Master wants a healthy baby."

Actually, I don't remember ever remember expressing a desire for a baby, Nessie.

Al became agitated, and Nessie decided that his restlessness was because Al needed to go to bed.

"Al goes to bed now," she cheerily announced. "Al is sharing Master's nice bed. It is big and warm and soft. Nessie sleeps in the corner of the room if you be needing anything!"

Severus decided that he needed to help Al into bed, even though Nessie assured him that she had everything under control. He was surprised when he sat down next to Al on the edge of the bed for a bewildered looking Al put his hands on his belly.

"Are you in pain, Al?" Severus questioned.

Horrified blue eyes with a spark of dawning awareness in their blue depths, were staring at him.

"What… have… you… done… to…me?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Head Master?" Severus repeated. "I've done nothing."

But Al failed to respond, as the spark of intelligence had been extinguished, as completely as it had never existed.