Title: I Thought It Was The Flu
Author: Many wonderful writers from the HPRoundRobin@Livejournal, each
chapter may be someone different from the one before
Rated: R for upcoming situations
Summary: Severus thinks he is sick, but finds out it's much more than he anticipated.
Pairing: SS/HP
Spoilers: None that i know of
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money made. These characters belong to JK Rowling
Feedback: Always welcome
I Thought It Was The Flu
Chapter 2
by taran_swann
Blazing brown eyes rose from under wild black hair as Severus closed his eyes and choked back a sob and rising bile.
"Black," he managed to squeeze out between clenched teeth.
Sirius Black gripped the door frame as he slowly lifted his head to look at Severus.
"Where is he?" Black spit at him, reeking of alcohol. Severus was quickly becoming nauseous again and beginning to worry about becoming intoxicated just by the fumes.
"Where is whom?" Severus asked curtly.
"MY GODSON, YOU GREASY SLIMY BASTARD!" Black pushed hard on Severus' chest, causing him to fall to the floor with a loud thud.
"How the bloody hell should I know!" Severus yelled back, still sitting on the floor. He felt it was safer there than to let Black push him into something that might harm the baby.
"He trusted you! Hell, he even thought he loved you, and you killed him!"
Severus' heart skipped a beat at Black's unexpected words. He didn't believe he had killed Harry, he didn't even believe that Harry was dead, but he certainly hadn't expected Harry to have told Black how he felt about him.
"Black, you are intoxicated. Get out of my rooms at once!"
"He's dead and he's never coming back and its all your fault!" Black yelled in an emotional rush. It went from sad, to angry and back to sad.
"He is coming back," Severus whispered, feeling his eyes fill with tears. He hated himself for showing such weakness in front of the man who had been his arch nemesis for more than half his life, but he could do nothing to prevent the sudden rush of emotions flooding his every nerve. "He has to."
Black dropped to the floor next to Severus and hid his face in his hands. "He's supposed to be here. He defeated Voldemort, he should be here laughing and dancing, celebrating his victory. Not out there, God only knows where, all alone, cold…" Black's voice trailed off into sobs of despair.
Severus' stomach suddenly clenched tight causing him to gasp and clutch his midsection. He felt the bile once again rising in his throat but couldn't prevent it from spilling out. As he emptied his stomach, Black eyed him suspiciously.
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Severus growled as best he could while trying to catch his breath.
Black's eyes suddenly went wide as he stared at Severus. "You're not…"
Severus almost laughed as Black turned as green as he felt.
"Tell me you're not..."
Severus remained silent not wanting to admit to Black, of all people, anything about his relationship with Harry, least of all that he was now pregnant. Black's eyes bulged out even farther just before they rolled into the back of his head as he fainted.
"Harry, where are you? I need you," Severus whispered as his tears continued to fall.
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Submitter's Note: Sorry this chapter is somewhat short, the next few are longer, I promise. Remember, it's a different author each week.
