The door to her classroom slowly opened, showing the student that has caused her so much worry in the past couple weeks. "Mr. Potter?" She asked as he stepped through the door. She notices that he's running his hand through his hair; something that both Potter's do when they're nervous. A thought went through her mind, something she hoped would happen.

Is Mr. Potter going to tell her of the 'condition' that Poppy had talked about? It would be a huge relief to know the problem with one of her lions.

"Er, professor?" He tentatively asked.

"Yes?" The boy looked down at his feet, steeling himself up for this oncoming conversation. "What is it Mr. Potter?"

"Um… You know how I've been sick for a while?" Minerva nodded her head, willing to wait until he was ready to tell her the reason behind his sickness. "Well, I went to the Hospital Wing yesterday and Madame Pomfrey told me what's wrong with me." Finally Minerva can understand the reason for-

"I'm pregnant."

….

She was not expecting that.

"Excuse me, but you're pregnant?" She found herself asking instead of any of the questions that she actually wanted to ask. What kind of question is that anyways? Minerva could think of a ton of questions that are much better than the one that came out of her mouth.

Sure, she's had to deal with one of her students getting pregnant in the past. Not often, mind you. The last one to happen was about 18 years ago. She taught the child that came from that. Lovely boy, really.

But the point is, she could not predict something like this happening. She certainly could not of predicted that Mr. Potter himself could get pregnant. Another thing to think about was who helped in creating this child? Minerva hoped for dear Merlin that that person wasn't of age.

Mr. Potter was shifting from foot to foot, nervously trying not to look her in the eye. "Yeah, um, Madame Pomfrey performed a spell on me and it said I was pregnant. Apparently some wizards could get pregnant. Did you know that?" He was talking abnormally fast, clearly unnerved by the fact that he had to have this conversation.

"Yes, I did know about the rarity of male pregnancies, and Mr. Potter, if you will calm down? Everything will be alright. Take a deep breath and relax." Minerva could see how this is affecting him; she couldn't just leave him to stress out about having a baby. "Now, how far are you along? It can't be that far."

The 15-year-old breathed deeply as he was told and answered her question. "2 and a half weeks."

Minerva quickly did the math in her head. "So, when school started." She stared at him, making him squirm. It's one thing when it's in November or even October, but did they really have to have sex right when they just got back from holiday? She just wanted a month before all the craziness started. Especially since the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year was a complete menace.

She sighed, letting her eyes shut for a moment before they continued their conversation. "If I may ask, who is the other father?"

Mr. Potter stilled. He looked at the ground and stopped shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I'd rather not say."

"Why don't you?" Please don't let him be over age.

He shrugged. "If I told you or anybody else, they wouldn't understand how I like him."

"Please, continue Mr. Potter." Minerva said when it was clear that he wouldn't say anything else without a little push. He sighed before continuing.

"He… He acts the way people expects him to because of his family and blood status. But he isn't like that at all! Ok, sure, sometimes he can still be an arrogant prat, but I can usually tell him he is and he'll stop."

"Have you told him yet?" Minerva couldn't help but ask.

Harry left Professor McGonagall's feeling slightly better about the situation.

When he started thinking about his boyfriend, thought about how they were barely able to handle taking care of themselves, he freaked out. He told McGonagall he hasn't told him yet in a rush, Hermione speed when she's excited. Using soft words, McGonagall comforted him.

And he cracked.

He told her everything.

Who his boyfriend is, how they came to be together, their tender few moments before and after the Third task the previous school year, everything.

She didn't say anything as he spoke. Just nodded her head every once in awhile. She patiently waited until it looked like he said everything he wanted to say. When she did talk, it was to give him advice on what to expect while pregnant at school. Still had to do homework. Darn.

A/N: Not quite where I would have wanted to end the chapter, but it seemed to end nicely. Plus I just wanted to post something.

I'm pretty sure I know the gender of the baby and the name, I'm not sure if it's what I want, but if you have any ideas on them, then I'm all for suggestions