Disclaimer- I do not own the rights to Harry Potter.
Warnings- This is a M/M story. Mention of underage but blink and you will miss it, mentions of rape, some slashy lemony fluff. GreyHarry. Some light bashing. Yes this is an age gap mepreg story with harry being the age of consent but please feel free not to read if you do not like any of the above.
I may add more to the above warnings as the story goes on
I do not have a plan for this story. It is literally just coming to me as I write, feel free to let me know any ideas/comments/requests.
Harry stood nervously outside the old oak door; he raised his shaking hand to knock but ended up running it through his hair losing his cool for what felt like the 100th time. Taking a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek Harry finally found the nerve and knocked on the door.
"Enter" came the snarl from inside.
Taking one more deep shaky breath Harry entered the potion master's office.
"Professor, could I maybe, please have a word?" He could not even find it in himself to be embarrassed from stumbling over his words and showing the older man weakness.
He watched as Snape's head snapped up a snarl curling his weirdly thin lips.
"And why do you think I would want to have a word with you, Potter."
"When I said a word, Professor, I was actually hoping you could watch my memories" quickly before Snape could say anything biting, he continued "You know the person in this particular memory well, I don't believe it's truly him but I'm hoping you would be able to confirm it."
"As usual Potter you are making little to no sense" Snape bit out "However I can't help but be intrigued by your inane rambling and the fact that you of all people want me inside your head again. Sit" he motioned for Harry to take the chair opposite him. "Think about the memory and keep eye contact with me."
Unlike with their occlumency lessons in 5th year, all Harry felt was a gentle brush across his mind as Snape watched what happened that awful night Harry was tied down and raped. He was extremely glad that the professor was being gentle while probing his mind as Harry was feeling very raw and emotional in his current condition.
Harry watched as Snape pulled slowly out of his mind, the potion masters face was deathly pale, paler than Harry had ever seen. The last memory Harry had sent to the other man was the piece of parchment Luna had helped him with, currently crumbled in his robe pocket showing Lucius Malfoy as the father of his child.
"Mr Potter, Harry" Snape corrected. Harry was caught by surprise, in all the time he had known the older man, Snape had never once called him by his first name. "I know that it looked and sounded like Lucius, but I promise you there is no way that he would ever do something so horrible or heinous."
Snape stood from behind the desk and made his way around the front until he was standing in front of Harry. Harry blinked shocked when his professor lowered himself down to kneel in front of him, looking Harry in his eye, Snape reached out taking both Harrys hands in his.
"There is a potion that can be made, it is very illegal but if it is made correctly it is similar to the Polyjuice potion just more potent. The Potion would turn the taker into the person in everyway including their dna, aura, magical energy and yes even their sperm." Snape explained.
"Since I became friends with Draco, I have met Mr Malfoy a few times and I know that a lot of what the order thinks about him is false." Harry felt the tears he had refused to shed, even while he was living that nightmare fall from his eyes. "that is why I believe it was someone from the order, trying to control me. Dumbledore has been trying to get between my friendship with Draco for a while, even getting Ron and Hermione to turn on me." As Harry finally allowed himself to weep he felt surprisingly strong arms wrap around him, holding him close.
Harry cried for what had happened that night, for the loose of his first friends, for the suspected betrayal of his mentor and for his unborn child that would be born into a cruel and heartless world. Through it all Snape held him tight until his sobs turned into sniffles and yet he still rested his head against the strong chest that smelt of sandalwood.
"We need to get you back to your dorms Harry, it will not go well if the other Gryffindor's get suspicious. You've already been here about an hour." The potions master said as he gently rubbed Harrys back not making any move to pull away till Harry was ready. "I will go visit Lucius show him what you showed me. I will return and brew you some potions you will need to start taking to keep yourself and the baby healthy."
Harry lent back just enough to show Snape his raised eyebrow.
"I saw in that last memory you talking to the baby telling it you will keep it safe, so I assumed that you will be keeping it." He said in reply to what he guessed correctly was Harrys unasked question.
"I told Ron and Hermione that you gave me detention for not watching where I was going and walking into you in the hallway. So I have a few hours before they become suspicious. You will need to take points from me to make it look like a real detention." Harry said sheepishly. "Can I please come with you to Mr Malfoys, I would like to see him sooner rather than later. Try wipe the last image of him from my mind and replace it with a more pleasant one."
Snape finally pulled back searching Harrys eyes for what Harry was not sure.
"Ok Harry" Snape said getting to his feet, again surprising Harry when he held out his hand to help the younger man up. "Follow me."
Harry followed the potion master through a door leading off the side of his office. The door led into a small walkway that led them to another door. Snape pushed the door open, taking a step back to allow Harry to walk in before him.
Harrys feet faltered as he took in the gorgeous old style room in front of him that he realized was Snapes personal chambers.
He felt the older mans presence behind him but he let his gaze sweep across the living room. It was decorated in the dark colors that Harry would expect from the other man however it did not feel cold and creepy, it felt safe and homely. The two black chesterfield couches, that would make his aunt very jealous, sat either side of the fireplace with a black lined with silver rug between them and a glass coffee table sitting in the center covered in what looked like potion magazines. Deep brown shelves lined the wall, stacked with a mixture of potion bottles and books. Harry could just see a kitchen area off to one side of the room and on the other side were two doors.
"As much as I would like to stand here all day and hear your thoughts of my personal rooms, we really must be going." Snape drawled taking Harrys elbow and leading him through the door furthest from the couches. Harry couldn't help but chuckle, he was pleased to see a different side to the man that had made his life hell for the last 7 years.
As Snape led him down another hall that looked very much like a tunnel harry couldn't help but ask. "Why are you being so nice and helpful Professor? I was hoping you would believe me but to be honest I didn't expect this level of care."
Snape didn't reply straight way, as he walked a few more steps stopping under what looked to be what muggles would call a manhole with a ladder built into the wall. Harry watched as the potions master muttered a spell under his breath opening the hatch above them and climbed up the ladder and out of the hole.
Guessing he was meant to follow, harry climbed the ladder and was surprised as he pulled himself out of the tunnel and found himself in what looked like the forbidden forest.
"how long had we been walking for down there?" Harry asked curiously. It looked like they were deep in the forest.
"There's an old enchantment on the tunnel that makes it seem a lot sorter then it actually is, in all honesty I don't 100 percent understand how it works." Snape said turning to face Harry "and no matter what you think I have always cared what happened to you, yes I have shown it in a very strange way but I don't hate you. you annoy me but I don't hate you and what happened to you, no one should ever have to go through that. I also respect the fact that instead of jumping to conclusions you obviously thought this whole situation through and came to me for help."
Harry couldn't help himself and if anyone asked, he would explain it on the hormones, he threw himself onto his once most hated teacher and hugged him tight.
"Yes, yes Potter we really do have to go. Hold on tight and I will apparate us both to the manor." Harry felt the familiar tug as the world dissolved around him before rebuilding into a beautiful grand marble foyer.