It suddenly dawned to me I've not taken the time to add a disclaimer to this story, so I'll just go ahead and do it now! :)
Disclaimer: I do not make any money on doing this, I'm just satisfying my own twisted mind, and doing so I'm borrowing some caracters that do not belong to me. For that I am sorry, but I mean no harm! Maybe one day I will come up with my very own caracters and stop borrowing others. :)
Part 3
Time seemed suddenly to have slowed down for Harry Potter. The days snailed away, long and endless and all he could think of was Severus Snape. The man, the professor, the potions master. Vulnerable. So vulnerable Harry felt the need to protect him somehow. But Snape had told him to mind his own business and act as if this had never happened. But every time their gazes met, in the hallway, the great hall- Harry saw the vulnerable Snape, not the greasy git who loved bossing people around. The blank face was now filled with all sorts of emotions, you just had to look deep enough. For the first time Harry honestly felt that Severus Snape was just as human as everybody else, he was no superhuman after all. That was reassuring and yet frightening at the same time.
He and Ron had, of course, made up a long time ago, but Harry still kept quiet about Snape although he wasn't really sure if that was wise. There was something really odd about the whole situation. Yes, of course it was odd, it's not every day you run into a pregnant man! But there was something more Harry couldn't quite put his finger on. The answer came to him during the first transfiguration class after the holidays. He was sitting by the window, trying hard to figure out how to turn a bowling ball into a pigeon -off all things- when it struck him. Parents! A baby has parents! Not one parent but parents! Two to be exact. In most cases this also involved a woman to bear the child and a man to impregnate her. In this case anyhow- a man was the expectant "mother to be". So there had to be a second father around somewhere, wouldn't it? And since Voldemort had cast the curse..
"Shit!" Harry's bowling ball fell to the floor with an alarming crash. On each of its side tiny wings were attached, flapping like crazy, not moving the heavy ball an inch.
"Potter! I do not need such language in my classroom! Use your energy on that bowling ball!" professor McGonagall spat from opposite the room. "You leave me no choice but to take five points from Gryffindor," she added and turned her back to help Neville.
"Harry, what's with you lately?" Ron whispered as Harry picked up his flapping bowling ball.
"I don't know. I just.. It's nothing," Harry lied. He was too caught up in his own mind to be thinking straight. Was Snape carrying Voldemort's offspring?? No wonder he wanted to keep it secret! Would that mean Snape was a traitor after all? Or had he been struck with a curse he couldn't reverse? But if he were innocent would he keep it secret from everyone? At least he would tell Dumbledore, wouldn't he?
"Harry! You're doing it again." Ron stared at him accusingly.
"Doing what?!"
"You know.. sitting there staring into the air like some muggle zombie!"
"I was just thinking." Harry felt like a jerk. Both Ron and Hermione were suspecting something. Harry had been acting odd ever since Christmas day.
He ran his fingers through his hair while trying to figure out what to do.
Should he tell them? But then he would betray Snape's trust. But what if he was a traitor and Harry was leading the whole world into some big apocalypse if he kept his mouth shut? Maybe he should confront Snape, tell him what he suspected and challenge him to turn himself in to Dumbledore. But then again, if Snape had nothing to loose in hiding his secret it would be no challenge for him to rid himself of Harry if he considered him an obstacle. Harry was half a year from completing his wizarding education, but he was no match to Severus Snape.
"HARRY!" Harry literary jumped to the air as Ron poked him in the side.
"Can you please stop doing that!" Harry wheezed angrily. Professor McGonagall sent him a warning glance from her desk.
"Well, can you please act as if you at least was trying to listen while I'm talking to you!" Ron sneered back: "I'm fed up with this sulking of yours or whatever it is!" Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry, Ron, but it's just.. I've got a lot on my mind. And I can't talk about it so don't ask."
"Fine," Ron whispered. "If you don't trust me, that's just fine!" He didn't talk to Harry at all for the rest of the day.
*-*
By midnight Harry had made his decision. He would write to his Godfather. Sirius would know what to do. And he wouldn't mention Snape's name or any trace that would lead back to him. Sirius Black was now a free man after the capture of Wormtail had cleared all matters on the Potter case. For the time being he was on some tropical island taking a long and well-owed vacation. Harry was hoping his letter would reach him within a week. With a sheet of parchment and his favourite feather quill Harry sat down by the fire in the dormitory to write his letter.
Dear Sirius.
You've told me to write you whenever there is something bothering me, and well.. I have a serious problem. It goes like this: I've promised someone to keep something secret, but I fear if I do something bad will happen. And I'm talking big, big problems here, all though I can't go any deeper into it.
I'm wondering if I should challenge this person to tell the truth, but I'm afraid this someone is desperate enough to try to hurt me if feeling threatened. And I know I'm no match for this particular person. So, what should I do? Shall I betray the trust granted to me, or should I rat on this person? I hope you won't get too alarmed about this thing and call off your vacation. I'm big enough to handle this by my self, but I need your advice before I take any action.
Hope the weather's nice down there!
Harry
P.S: I'm doing an essay on peculiar spells and I'm wondering if you know of any able of making men pregnant? And how the parents for a magical created child is chosen. Hermione has been pestering me about asking you all week because she can't find any information about it in the library.
There, he had written it. Harry reread it before he rolled it together to take it to the owlery. He was hoping Sirius wouldn't add two and two together with that last piece of information Harry had written. He needed to know if there was a way he could determinate if Voldemort was the baby's father or not. He'd been searching the school library over the last few days, but he'd come up with nothing. He wasn't telling the truth flat out when he was writing it like this, therefore he wasn't betraying Snape's trust. Still a sting of guilt stung his chest as he attached the piece of parchment on Hedwig's leg. She soared through the air and disappeared in the dark. As Harry was about to leave the owlery Ron's owl Pig came soaring down from the sky with happy hoots. He settled on Harry's shoulder, nibbling on his ear.
"Hi, Pig." Harry said, smiling. For once he was happy to see the tiny feather-ball. Ron's owl sure was a handful even though his size wasn't that impressive. "Ron is mad at me," Harry confessed as Pig started chewing some straws of his hair. Pig hooted soothingly. "I guess he has good reason to be, but it's just.. I can't tell him what's bothering me. And that feels awful, because he's my best friend."
"Hooo!" Pig answered and made a little jump to state his point. Harry sighed:
"I guess you're right. I'll talk to him." Pig pecked him once on the cheek and left his shoulder with a whoosh. Harry smiled as he left the owlery. Had he just been having a conversation with Ron's owl??
Disclaimer: I do not make any money on doing this, I'm just satisfying my own twisted mind, and doing so I'm borrowing some caracters that do not belong to me. For that I am sorry, but I mean no harm! Maybe one day I will come up with my very own caracters and stop borrowing others. :)
Part 3
Time seemed suddenly to have slowed down for Harry Potter. The days snailed away, long and endless and all he could think of was Severus Snape. The man, the professor, the potions master. Vulnerable. So vulnerable Harry felt the need to protect him somehow. But Snape had told him to mind his own business and act as if this had never happened. But every time their gazes met, in the hallway, the great hall- Harry saw the vulnerable Snape, not the greasy git who loved bossing people around. The blank face was now filled with all sorts of emotions, you just had to look deep enough. For the first time Harry honestly felt that Severus Snape was just as human as everybody else, he was no superhuman after all. That was reassuring and yet frightening at the same time.
He and Ron had, of course, made up a long time ago, but Harry still kept quiet about Snape although he wasn't really sure if that was wise. There was something really odd about the whole situation. Yes, of course it was odd, it's not every day you run into a pregnant man! But there was something more Harry couldn't quite put his finger on. The answer came to him during the first transfiguration class after the holidays. He was sitting by the window, trying hard to figure out how to turn a bowling ball into a pigeon -off all things- when it struck him. Parents! A baby has parents! Not one parent but parents! Two to be exact. In most cases this also involved a woman to bear the child and a man to impregnate her. In this case anyhow- a man was the expectant "mother to be". So there had to be a second father around somewhere, wouldn't it? And since Voldemort had cast the curse..
"Shit!" Harry's bowling ball fell to the floor with an alarming crash. On each of its side tiny wings were attached, flapping like crazy, not moving the heavy ball an inch.
"Potter! I do not need such language in my classroom! Use your energy on that bowling ball!" professor McGonagall spat from opposite the room. "You leave me no choice but to take five points from Gryffindor," she added and turned her back to help Neville.
"Harry, what's with you lately?" Ron whispered as Harry picked up his flapping bowling ball.
"I don't know. I just.. It's nothing," Harry lied. He was too caught up in his own mind to be thinking straight. Was Snape carrying Voldemort's offspring?? No wonder he wanted to keep it secret! Would that mean Snape was a traitor after all? Or had he been struck with a curse he couldn't reverse? But if he were innocent would he keep it secret from everyone? At least he would tell Dumbledore, wouldn't he?
"Harry! You're doing it again." Ron stared at him accusingly.
"Doing what?!"
"You know.. sitting there staring into the air like some muggle zombie!"
"I was just thinking." Harry felt like a jerk. Both Ron and Hermione were suspecting something. Harry had been acting odd ever since Christmas day.
He ran his fingers through his hair while trying to figure out what to do.
Should he tell them? But then he would betray Snape's trust. But what if he was a traitor and Harry was leading the whole world into some big apocalypse if he kept his mouth shut? Maybe he should confront Snape, tell him what he suspected and challenge him to turn himself in to Dumbledore. But then again, if Snape had nothing to loose in hiding his secret it would be no challenge for him to rid himself of Harry if he considered him an obstacle. Harry was half a year from completing his wizarding education, but he was no match to Severus Snape.
"HARRY!" Harry literary jumped to the air as Ron poked him in the side.
"Can you please stop doing that!" Harry wheezed angrily. Professor McGonagall sent him a warning glance from her desk.
"Well, can you please act as if you at least was trying to listen while I'm talking to you!" Ron sneered back: "I'm fed up with this sulking of yours or whatever it is!" Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry, Ron, but it's just.. I've got a lot on my mind. And I can't talk about it so don't ask."
"Fine," Ron whispered. "If you don't trust me, that's just fine!" He didn't talk to Harry at all for the rest of the day.
*-*
By midnight Harry had made his decision. He would write to his Godfather. Sirius would know what to do. And he wouldn't mention Snape's name or any trace that would lead back to him. Sirius Black was now a free man after the capture of Wormtail had cleared all matters on the Potter case. For the time being he was on some tropical island taking a long and well-owed vacation. Harry was hoping his letter would reach him within a week. With a sheet of parchment and his favourite feather quill Harry sat down by the fire in the dormitory to write his letter.
Dear Sirius.
You've told me to write you whenever there is something bothering me, and well.. I have a serious problem. It goes like this: I've promised someone to keep something secret, but I fear if I do something bad will happen. And I'm talking big, big problems here, all though I can't go any deeper into it.
I'm wondering if I should challenge this person to tell the truth, but I'm afraid this someone is desperate enough to try to hurt me if feeling threatened. And I know I'm no match for this particular person. So, what should I do? Shall I betray the trust granted to me, or should I rat on this person? I hope you won't get too alarmed about this thing and call off your vacation. I'm big enough to handle this by my self, but I need your advice before I take any action.
Hope the weather's nice down there!
Harry
P.S: I'm doing an essay on peculiar spells and I'm wondering if you know of any able of making men pregnant? And how the parents for a magical created child is chosen. Hermione has been pestering me about asking you all week because she can't find any information about it in the library.
There, he had written it. Harry reread it before he rolled it together to take it to the owlery. He was hoping Sirius wouldn't add two and two together with that last piece of information Harry had written. He needed to know if there was a way he could determinate if Voldemort was the baby's father or not. He'd been searching the school library over the last few days, but he'd come up with nothing. He wasn't telling the truth flat out when he was writing it like this, therefore he wasn't betraying Snape's trust. Still a sting of guilt stung his chest as he attached the piece of parchment on Hedwig's leg. She soared through the air and disappeared in the dark. As Harry was about to leave the owlery Ron's owl Pig came soaring down from the sky with happy hoots. He settled on Harry's shoulder, nibbling on his ear.
"Hi, Pig." Harry said, smiling. For once he was happy to see the tiny feather-ball. Ron's owl sure was a handful even though his size wasn't that impressive. "Ron is mad at me," Harry confessed as Pig started chewing some straws of his hair. Pig hooted soothingly. "I guess he has good reason to be, but it's just.. I can't tell him what's bothering me. And that feels awful, because he's my best friend."
"Hooo!" Pig answered and made a little jump to state his point. Harry sighed:
"I guess you're right. I'll talk to him." Pig pecked him once on the cheek and left his shoulder with a whoosh. Harry smiled as he left the owlery. Had he just been having a conversation with Ron's owl??