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A/N: This chapter contains a pairing that may offend some people. I can't really say more without giving it away. Please take it in the spirit it was written in. You have been warned.
Chapter Twenty-One: The Long Talk Part 2
Neither Albus nor Harry said anything for the longest time. Their thoughts had each gone in different directions.
"How dare she accuse me of cheating on her." thought Harry. "She was cheating on me the whole time."
"Oh, no." thought Albus. "I was too late with this talk. He has not only been having sex, but has gotten Cho pregnant."
"Are either of you going to say anything?" asked the deputy headmistress. She seemed to be getting angrier due to their silence.
"Are you certain, Minerva?" asked Albus gravely.
"Yes. Poppy has confirmed it." she answered.
Both professors turned to stare at Harry. He was so deeply in thought that he didn't notice at first. When he realized he was being watched, he was shocked.
"What? You think that I- No."
"She was your girlfriend, Harry." Professor McGonagall stated.
"Please, no. You have to believe me. There is no way I could have gotten her pregnant."
"Harry-" Albus began.
"No, I told you we broke up because I didn't want to move as quickly as she did. We never had sex."
"Are you quite positive?" his head of house asked.
"I'm pretty sure I would remember it." Then, realizing he had been flippant added, "Ma'am."
"Where is Cho now?" asked Albus.
"Still in the hospital wing."
"Come, Harry." Albus said, reverting back to his stern voice.
All three walked quietly, deep in thought. Minerva hoped and prayed that Harry wasn't responsible for this. If he was, Albus would have no choice but to expel him. There was no way he could hide something this big.
Harry couldn't believe he had been dragged into this. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was not the father of Cho's baby. He was so hurt that she cheated on him. He was also curious to know if Professor McGonagall had just assumed he was the father, or if Cho was claiming that.
Albus, like Minerva, was praying that Harry was not the father. There was nothing that could be done for Cho; she would have to be expelled. The father would also face the same fate. He had always shielded Harry from punishment, but it would not be possible this time. If only he had talked to his ward when he first saw him and Cho under that tree. It could have possibly prevented this.
"Harry is positive he is not the father." he thought to himself. "I must have faith in him until we know."
Albus knew that if Harry witnessed his doubt, the teen would loss all trust that had been built between the two. Even if Harry was the father, Albus would not abandon him. It was with this thought that he entered the hospital wing.
Cho was sitting on one of the beds farthest from the doors. She had been crying, and would not look up as the trio entered. Upon hearing the doors open, Poppy came out from her office.
"Headmaster." she greeted.
"I hear we have a situation, Madam Pomfrey."
"Indeed." she answered.
"Harry claims he is not responsible for this." Albus continued.
Cho sobbed harder. Everyone turned to her, waiting.
"Is this true, Miss Chang?" Minerva asked.
Cho looked up at her ex-boyfriend. "Can I have a minute to talk to Harry?"
The three adults looked at each other quizzically. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." answered Albus finally.
They all went into Poppy's office, leaving the two teens to talk in private.
"You have to go along with this. Please. I'm begging you." she said.
"What?" screamed Harry. "Are you crazy?"
"Please, you don't understand."
"I'm not risking expulsion just to help you, especially when you cheating on me is what brought you to need help in the first place."
"Just let me explain." she pleaded.
"No." Harry walked over and knocked on the office door.
Poppy answered it.
"We're finished, Madam Pomfrey. What needs to be done to prove I am not the father?"
"There is a spell. It requires a few drops of your blood."
"That's fine."
"Go sit on the bed next to Miss Chang." Poppy said, leading the way out of her office. The professors followed and stood at Harry's bed.
"Roll up your sleeve, Mr.Potter." the mediwitch ordered. "I am going to prick your wrist slightly to acquire the blood."
Harry was so upset he forgot the cuts he made that morning. When he saw them, he gasped and began rolling the sleeves down again with the intention of using his other arm. He was too late, though. His gasp had alerted Albus, who grabbed his arm and ran his fingers over the cuts.
"Well shall talk about this later, Harry." he said. "One thing at a time, I think."
"The concept behind this spell is simple." Madam Pomfrey explained. "I am going to mix Mr. Potter's blood with Miss Chang's and cast the spell. As pregnancy changes the body's chemistry, her blood will contain on imprint of the DNA of the father. If the baby is Harry's, part of his genetic makeup is now incoded in Cho's blood. If he is the father, his blood that I am now mixing will bond to that of Miss Chang's and become one. If he is not the father, his blood will separate from hers in an attempt to keep all foreign bodies from mixing with the DNA of a pregnant woman."
"That does not sound simple." Harry muttered.
"Basically, if your blood and hers mix it proves you are the father. If it doesn't, it proves you are not."
Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and said a very complex Latin phrase. She waited a few moments then lifted her head.
"Professors."
Albus and Minerva walked over to the mediwitch and peered into the dish. In it were two very distinct, separate pools of blood.
"Miss Chang." Minerva said, spinning around. "Would you care to tell us who the real father of your baby is?"
"It's Harry." Cho said, crying harder than she had at any point up until now.
"I'm afraid this spell shows otherwise." Albus said. He was attempting to be calm with her, but this was the girl who had almost gotten Harry into a world of trouble.
"It is. It has to be." she sobbed.
"Is there another way to prove I'm not?" Harry asked.
"Well, there might be. I am not certain it would be accurate, however, as you are sixteen." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Why, what is it?" he asked.
"There is another spell." she answered. "It is often used when sexual abuse is expected in small children. The spell is much less evasive and tramatic than an exam would be."
"Why would you think it may not work on me?" Harry asked.
"It's a spell that checks for virginity."
"That's fine." Harry answered without hesitation. "Do it."
Cho looked frightened now. She began crying to the point of hyperventilating. Minerva looked satisfied and Albus appeared to be in shock.
"Very well." answered the mediwitch. She retrieved her wand and, pointing it at Harry, muttered another long Latin phrase.
"There you go." she said after mere moments. "Mr. Potter is a virgin, Cho. Who is the father?"
"I-I ca-can't tell." she sobbed.
"Come now, Miss Chang. You must tell us so he can be dealt with." Minerva snapped. Harry had never seen her as angry as she was at that moment.
"Miss Chang," Albus said, "This is a very serious situation. You need to tell us who fathered this child."
"It's not something you need to worry about." she snapped, suddenly turning angry.
"I can not allow a young man in this school to be so irresponsible with another young lady." Albus answered. "I need to know the boy's name."
"It's not a student." she said. She was back to crying instead of shouting.
"Surely you are not saying that a professor is the father?" McGonagall asked.
"No."
"Have you been sneaking off the grounds?" Madam Pompfrey asked.
Cho burst into a new wave of sobs and shook her head.
"Then how did you become pregnant?" asked Minerva. Everyone was quite curious and perplexed.
"I- you know those little people down at Hagrid's?" she asked.
"Little people?" asked Harry, wondering what weird new thing Hagrid had acquired now. Then it occurred to him. The gelfs were still at Hagrid's.
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