~OOooOO~

Bill opened his eyes. He blinked a couple of times to bring the room into focus. He heard someone moving to his right and turned his head. Charlie came and sat on the side of the bed.

"Someone we know?" Charlie was usually Bill's sounding board, but he had a feeling that this was going to have to be pulled out of Bill.

"Yeah." Bill was staring at the ceiling. His mind had started going; now it wouldn't shut off and it was driving him absolutely spare. Why didn't dad tell me? Oh HELL! How was he going to explain this to...

"Bill, if you need help telling him, I'll help."

Bill sighed and shook his head. "No. I appreciate it, but no. I'm the one who got us into this mess."

"Um...Bill? If you're the one who's pregnant, didn't he get you into this mess?" Charlie didn't know of anyone that Bill had been dating recently. He wanted to know who it was, but wouldn't ask. Bill would tell him eventually.

The only person he could think of that Bill had been close to this summer was...no. Charlie shook his head. It couldn't be Harry...could it? He'd just turned 17, back in July. He didn't think that Harry and Bill were serious, just flirting a little. Harry had come out as bisexual, just before he had defeated You-Know-Who. He knew that Harry had gained some confidence over the last year, but he didn't think that Bill would actively go after someone that young. Harry had been basically untouchable due to his age. But he was of age now. And he was the most powerful wizard that the world had ever seen.

"Bill, did Mum say how far along you are?"

"About 2 months."

It was now the middle of October. That would place it, if it was Harry, just after the time of his birthday. When he'd become legal.

Bill looked over at his brother and knew that he'd figured it out.

Charlie turned wide eyes on his brother. "Harry?" he breathed.

Bill sighed and nodded. His mum was going to kill him. After the baby was born, but, kill him she would. It had started so innocently. Harry's announcement, made with Hermione and Ron's complete backing, had startled him. He had thought that Harry was straight. He'd never seen him look at another man. He'd pulled Ginny to the side and talked to her afterward.

'I thought that you and Harry were together.'

'No, I mean...we snogged, but there wasn't anything behind it. So we had a talk. He was nice and everything, but he's not that attracted to me. I got it out of him. He said that he's been curious for a while, said that he's been attracted to a certain wizard for a while, but that wizard was straight. Since he was raised by muggles, he'd thought that being bisexual was wrong. Last night, Ron and I sat him down and talked to him. Ron told him that you and Charlie and the twins were bisexual. I think it made him feel better about it, knowing that people he knows are, too.'

After that, he'd noticed the shy attempts at flirting. The brushing of hands, the smiles, Harry's eyes watching him. Was he the wizard Harry was attracted to? He'd started to flirt back. Innocently, of course, but the closer it got to the time of the final battle, he'd noticed that the flirting had been stepped up. The touches became stronger, the looks a little more serious. Bill had returned the flirting, increasing the amount of touching he did, letting Harry know that he was interested. They had shared their first kiss the night before the final battle.

After the battle, when no one could find Harry, Bill and Charlie had set out to search for him. Harry's trail had led him into the Forest. When he'd found Harry, Bill had dropped to his knees next to him, crying. Harry was covered in blood. Bill hadn't known if it was his or Voldemort's. Harry was breathing shallowly, but not moving. Bill had been hit by the realization that, if Harry died, he would have no reason to live. He, Bill Weasley, was in love with Harry Potter.

~OOooOO~

Harry finished throwing up into the toilet of the prefect's bathroom. Ron had given him the password last year, so that he could use it, too. He slid down the wall, until he was lying on the floor. The tiles felt so good against his overheated face. He had barely made it there. He had been trying to get to the tower, but the urge to vomit had come over him so strongly that he'd detoured and come in here. This was a little more private anyway. He didn't want anyone to see him be sick.

He vaguely heard voices, then the door opened. He'd cast a locking charm, so he knew it had to be Ron and Hermione. He heard Ron's shout as he saw Harry on the floor. They both ran up to him. Hermione muttered another locking spell and a silencing spell.

"Harry! Are you alright, mate? Are you hurt? Why are you lying on the floor?" Ron gently picked him up and slid behind him, so that Harry's back was against his chest. He held him carefully, as if he would break.

Hermione sank to her knees in front of him and brushed his fringe out of his eyes. "Harry? We need to get you to Madame Pomfrey."

He shook his head, almost violently. He wished he hadn't. The movement set off another bout of nausea. He sat forward to get to the toilet. Ron helped him up and over to it. Hermione brushed his hair out of his face, so that he wouldn't vomit on that. He didn't see the look Ron gave Hermione and her nod in return.

Their time in the library hadn't taken long. Hermione had known what she was looking for and had gone straight to the medical texts. She had started adding things up when Harry had run out of the Great Hall. The tiredness, being emotional, the moodiness that was worse than before...and now this. Hermione was firmly convinced that Harry was pregnant. She hadn't known before this that wizards could get pregnant, but the texts she had looked at had convinced her that it was possible.

She had walked up to the bookcase containing the medical books and had stated the symptoms. "Male, exhaustion, moody, emotional, possible vomiting." Four books had flown off of the shelves and opened themselves. They had all opened to passages pertaining to male pregnancy. She became even more convinced when she and Ron had read that the more powerful the wizard, the more likely he was to become pregnant and to get his partner pregnant. They wondered who Harry had been with.

Harry had stopped being sick and was leaning back against Ron. He was very pale and clammy. Hermione flushed the toilet and turned back to Harry. She cast a cleansing spell on him and a breath freshening charm, so that he wouldn't taste his vomit.

"Harry, we have to get you to Madame Pomfrey. You know what this is, don't you?"

He shook his head slightly. He didn't want to run the risk of getting sick again. "What is it?"

Hermione looked at Ron again and his arms tightened around him. "Harry, you're pregnant." Ron's voice was gentle. He felt Harry stiffen against him. Could feel the trembling start.

"No...NO! Men can't get pregnant! It's impossible!" He was still shaking, his eyes wide and frightened as they met Hermione's. "I can't be! It's not possible!"

"Harry, you're a wizard. A very powerful wizard. Ron and I checked in the library before we came here. You have all the symptoms of being pregnant. In fact, when I gave the books your symptoms, the four that came to the table all opened to pages on male pregnancy. Neither Ron nor I knew that wizards could get pregnant, so you weren't alone in not knowing."

Harry could feel himself losing his tight rein on his emotions. He felt a tear slide down the side of his face. "Take me back to the dorm, Ron, please?"

"You need to see Madame Pomfrey, mate. She'll know what to do."

"No...not yet. I'll go see her later. I just want to go back to sleep."

Ron and Hermione helped Harry to his feet and guided him back to the tower. Ron tucked him into the bed and Hermione brushed his fringe out of his eyes again.

"You rest. We'll talk later, alright?"

Harry nodded. They left the room and he sat back up. Pregnant! He knew that, if Hermione found it in the library, it must be true. What was he going to do? How was he going to be able to handle this? And what about Bill? They had taken every chance they got to be together. If he was pregnant, there was probably a good chance Bill was, too.

Harry's mind leapt. He had to leave. He couldn't stay here. He wasn't going to ruin Bill's life, or anyone else's. His own life was a mess to begin with, what was one more thing? He got out a quill and parchment. He wrote a note to Ron and Hermione and another to Bill. He looked at the window. Hedwig sat there, hooting softly at him. She held out her leg, so that he could attach the letter to it.

"Take this to Bill Weasley, Hedwig. Don't let anyone but him have it, okay? And don't wait for an answer." She hooted softly again. "I have to leave here. I'm taking your cage, come find me in about 3 days, alright?" He moved around and packed all of his things in his trunk and then shrunk it.

The owl hooted sadly. She knew something was wrong with her master, but she'd do as he asked.