A/N: Thank you so much for you questions and reviews! In answer to the question 'Why are so many having twins' the answer is – This is not a normal pregnancy, as most of the students are virgins. They were conceived magically. It is likely that these students and Professor Snape inhaled more of the potion then Harry or Ron. This is the same reason as to why none of the Slytherins or other students got pregnant, because they were sitting far enough away from the initial explosion. This is how they were seated.
Parvati Lavender
...Snape
Neville Hermione
Ron Harry
As for the second parents you will have to wait until the infants are born to find out, like Harry's baby. WARNING: Graphic Violence. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Blessed Be J.K.
Baby Brain
May
Thirty Seven Weeks
Severus Snape mind felt scattered, Poppy Pomfrey called it baby brain, but Severus knew better. It was the pull, his master was calling him and he could not resist much longer, or he would be severely punished. The dark mark on his forearm grew darker every day. Lord Voldemort was gaining power. He had hoped he would not have to appear before him until after the birth of his twins. Merlin knows what would happen to them. Severus knew he must go and Dumbledore reluctantly agreed with him. He prepared to travel that night from Hogwarts.
He tucked his wand, in his baggiest robes, in a feeble attempt to hide his protruding belly and made his way out of the Hogwarts grounds so he could apperrate. He felt the hard pressing of apparition, everything went black and he held his breath. When he appeared at the location that was the source of the call, he found himself standing in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to his right. A hill rose above him to his left. Snape could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside. Severus got the strong feeling he was being squinted tensely through the darkness and watched a figure drawing nearer to him, walking steadily between the graves.
He couldn't make out a face, but from the way they were walking and holding their arms, he could tell that they were carrying something. Whoever it was, they were short and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over their head to obscure their face. As the person came nearer, he saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby . . . or was it merely a bundle of robes? Concern flooded him, he held his own stomach protectively, later he would blame his baby brain that his first thought wasn't to bring out his wand. Stupid. From six feet away, the shadowy figure pulled out his own wand and fired a stunning curse that hit him square in the chest, he had a moment of shock then he was flat on his back.
The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand and was now dragging his limp form across the dirt. Severus saw a name upon a headstone in the flickering wandlight before he was forcibly lifted and slammed against the lid of a tomb. It was a pale and moss covered marble slab and acted like a macabre operating table. The figure's hood slipped back, revealing his captor.
"Wormtail" Severus scoffed angrily with difficulty because his magic bonds restricted his movement. The small man gave him a sinister grin, exposing his huge rat like teeth.
"Pick me up!" A high, cold voice ordered from somewhere beyond Snape's vision. Peter Pettigrew disappeared for a moment, then repapered with the bundle of cloth. Snape realised this bundle was what remained of the most powerful dark lord in history.
"My liege" Severus greeted his master. The bundle spoke back to him, in that same high pitched drawled he had heard before.
"You are not the only spy I have at Hogwarts, Severus" He drawled. "Did you think you could hide your condition from me?"
"Of course not, I…" Severus began in a quivering voice. "SILENCE!" The bundle shouted then continued in a more reasonable tone. "And to think at first we thought these pregnancies were the ruin of our well thought out plan" Voldemort pause taking a deep staging breath as if speaking was exhausting. "Potter was supposed to complete the Tournament; we worked hard to get his name in the Goblet." Lord Voldemort's disembodied voice continued as Wormtail paced around Severus prone form like a shark circling a boat. "But the child growing in your belly, has just the ingredient I need and you're going to give it to me"
"Moody!" Severus whispered angrily, realising the traitor in their misted. Wormtail placed the dirty bundle next to his patient on the slab and drew a knife from his robes.
"No!" Severus exclaimed, struggling against his magical bonds. Wormtail swiftly smacked him hard across the cheek, with the back of his hand. A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth and the man returned to his task. Peter hooked the knife under Snape's robes and pulled. There was a ripping sound and his skin had become exposed to the small wizard, who wasted no time in bring the blade down. The shape metal pierced the tight skin that stretched over his belly. Wormtail used all his strength to drag the knife six inches across, though muscle, tendons and fat. Severus screamed in agony and Wormtail reach into the wound ruthlessly. The pain was worse than any he had felt before but Snape held his tongue, he would not give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream again. Severus tried to look down as he felt his waters break, liquid spilled down his sides and soaked into his robes. The rat like man, fumbled around inside for a moment, then pulled a tiny leg out into the cold night air. Voldemort hissed from the ugly bundle of moth eaten rags.
"Yes, this is the Potter child" he confirmed; as if the child's very presence made him recoil. It had suddenly become clear to Snape that Moody's magical eye showed him more than he'd let on. He must have performed a paternity spell of his own. Again his pregnancy had left him weak. Wormtail, was panting with effort, took the tip of the knife to the tiny heel of the baby's foot and poked it. Then he fumbled in his pockets for a glass vial, then held it to the cut, so that the dribble of blood, coming from Severus' unborn child, fell into it.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter woke, suddenly. His scar had exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; he tumbled out of bed onto the cold linoleum floor, taking Ron who had been cuddle up in the cot, with him. He swore loudly. James woke and started crying. Madame Pomfrey flew out of her rooms, in her nightdress to see what the commotion was.
Ron was trending to their son, while Harry explained the horrible vision he had just had. He was babbling almost incoherently about a giant snake and huge cauldron. About Wormtail cutting off his hand and about Severus' baby. He talked about a creature rising from the cauldron naked in a huge cloud of steam. Harry swore it was whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils. Lord Voldemort had risen again.
Lord Voldemort reborn into his new body stood over Professor Snape, where he lay.
"You have suffered enough for your Master today Severus. Go now. Seek medical attention. Tell no-one how this has happen to you." He commanded, releasing him from the spell.
"Thank you, Master." Snape grimaced, gingerly sitting up on the slab and apperrated before his master could change his mind. When he arrived outside the Hogwarts grounds, he took a moment to find the least dirty part of his robes to hold over his wound and cast a patronus to warn Poppy he was coming. Then moving as fast as he could, he made his way up to the castle. When he arrived in the entrance hall, the medi-nurse and Dumbledore were waiting for him.
"What happened Severus?" Dumbledore asked him looking very worried, taking in his ragged and blooded appearance.
"Voldemort has return!" He said ominously, confirming Harry's vision, before he collapsed from shock and blood loss.
Professor Snape shifted in his warm bed, halfway between sleep and waking. A strong pain in his stomach brought him roaring back to consciousness. He sat up, with lightning speed, looking around wide eyed and holding his empty belly.
"My babies!" He said in alarmed. Poppy ran to his side.
"Please, Severus you must rest. Lay down" She pushed him back onto the bed. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this Severus, but one of your daughter's didn't survive the trauma. You have one daughter here…" She indicated a small incubator pod, next to the bed. "…she's had a bit of blood loss, but she is recovering nicely" She said grimly. Severus looked at her grief stricken and reached out for his surviving child as silent tears began to run down his face, his shoulders beginning to shake. Poppy moved the pod closer to his bed and left Snape to meet his daughter, her own sorrow making her throat too tight to speak.
"Oh my Eileen, I grieve for you sister" He told the infant in a shaky voice. "I shall name her Minerva" he sobbed. His baby girl moved restlessly in her pod, perhaps she could sense her father's distress. Or maybe she could tell her twin was missing.
A/N: Sorry about the sad story guys, I almost cried writing it. But on a lighter note I'm keen to hear your ideas on whom the other babies, parents are? And any ideas for names for Hermione's twin boys? Thanks! Remember to review! Born in this chapter; Minerva Lily Snape; daughter of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger was stillborn on 17th of May 1995 at 37 weeks by emergency C-section at 11.16pm, 7 pounds 3 Ounces. Eileen Grace Snape; daughter of Severus Snape and Harry Potter, was born on 17th of May 1995 at 37 weeks by emergency C-section at 11.14pm, 8 pound 2 Ounces.
