A/N ::Cowers:: Don't hate me! I wrote in the mrpeg... It will not take over the story I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. But it does help keep the plot moving nice and pretty. Please note that this is unbeta'd but my beta is taking a little longer then I would like...
Jane - Thank you so much for your review. Best yet I must say. The things you mentioned will be coming in later. Right now I want the focus on Sev and Harry. But later we will have the others.
Also. The chapters (after this one) will be getting longer. They are actually above 1,000 words. Yay! Ok enjoy...
Nightmares. He was being flooded by nightmares. Strange mazes, green lights, red eyes and dead bodies all filled Harry's dreams. He didn't realize he had been screaming until a smooth, silky voice roused him from his dark slumber.
"Taylor, wake up." Harry's eyes opened. He felt cold and wet. His hair was plastered to his forehead.
"Oh, God," was all he managed before he leaned over his bed and threw up. Severus' hand was rubbing slow circles on his back as he dry-heaved.
"You have a fever. I'm taking you to Madame Pomfrey." Harry was lifted into the Potions master's arms and carried off.
"Oh, God, Severus it was so horrible," Harry mumbled from below. "So many people dead. It was my fault. They all died because of me. There was so much blood."
"Ssh, just be quiet until we can get you laid down."
"Severus, what are you – oh dear. Lay him down here." A bed curtain was pulled aside and an unconscious Harry was gently laid on the bed.
"I found him screaming in his sleep. He has a fever and he's coming in and out of consciousness. Poppy, you know the circumstances concerning his mental state?"
"Yes. Albus notified me as soon as you told him. I'm going to need you to step out for now." Severus nodded and stepped out of the matron's way and left for the Headmaster's office.
"Severus, would you like some tea?" The Headmaster asked as Severus walked in and sat down. "How is Harry?"
"He is being checked over by Poppy right now. I was just coming up here to make sure you knew." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"I thought you knew by now, Severus, I always know what's going on. These walls talk."
"Yes, I learned that lesson a while ago," Severus said holding back a blush. "What are we going to do about Harry?"
"Maybe, perhaps, you should talk to him. Tell him things about you two, things only you two would know. Tell him the story of you and Harry. He's only been here a day, my boy; the children went home for the summer. There is plenty of time."
Severus nodded but his heart wasn't in it. "Poppy should be done now," Severus said getting up.
"He will make it through, Severus. He always does."
"How is he? What's wrong with him?" Severus hadn't even walked through the door before demanding answers.
"Calm down, Severus. He is asleep right now. There's really not much I can do. I can give him a fever reducer but because of the memory block I cannot do much more without worsening his mental state or causing possible harm to the baby."
Wait. "Baby? Poppy, he can't be pregnant! In case you haven't noticed he is a boy."
"Close your mouth Severus, you look like a fish. Now, you know as well as I do that it is not unheard of for powerful wizards to be impregnated by other powerful wizards. Neither you nor Harry are weak."
Breathe. Just breathe. Severus drew in a deep breath and let it out. "What's wrong with him?"
"His magic is fighting against him. Because he hasn't acknowledged it in such a long time it's trying to make itself known. Because it is with all of his other memories those too are trying to come out. That's what's causing the dreams. His head is fighting against itself."
"So can't we just temporarily bind it?"
"He's pregnant, Severus. Why can male wizards get pregnant?"
"Of course, magic."
"At least right now the child has access to it, if you bind the magic you are cutting off the baby's supply."
"So what then?"
"The only thing I can suggest is Dreamless Sleep. The rest is up to how fast he gets his memory back."
Severus looked over at the bed Harry was asleep on. "And if he doesn't?"
"He could lose the baby. We could lose him."
Snape's eyes closed with a sigh. "When can I take him back?"
"I will keep him here for the night. We'll see how he is tomorrow. Go back to your rooms for now, Severus, and try to rest." Poppy patted his shoulder and walked him to the door.
Severus didn't realize he was at his room until the portrait asked for the password.
"Basilisk." He stormed into his room, threw up a silencing charm and screamed: rage, sadness, heartbreak, and hopelessness. Every emotion he had coursing through his veins was poured out into that yell and when that failed to work he started breaking things.
How dare they? He thought. How dare they hurt him? Severus was sure that if he could face those bastards he would be able to Avada Kedavra every last one of them. He was so caught up in his anger and the urge to smash things that he never noticed Albus come in. It was only when he felt the old man's hand on his shoulder that he finally let the tears fall. Only then did he cry.