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To all appearances it was an average friday night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but Albus Dumbledore wasn't going to bet so much as a bronze knut on it. Something was up, he could sense it. But what? He sighed. Maybe he was just getting old and paranoid like Moody. He doused the lights and went to bed.
Meanwhile, off in the room of requirement two boys were celebrating the ancient rite of passage most commonly known as the first drink.
"Tell me again Ron, where did you get this bottle of firewhiskey?"
"The twins gave it me, along with an apology for all the mean pranks they've pulled on me over the years," Ron told Harry. In truth he'd found it next to his bed that morning with a note saying it was from a friend, but he wasn't about to tell Harry that he didn't know who it was from.
Harry was a bit incredulous that the twins would ever be serious enough to apologize to their youngest brother for anything, but decided to keep his opinion to himself. An hour and several shots of firewhiskey later he was beyond caring who had sent it. He had better things to do with his time. ________________________________________________________
Ron Weasley awoke to a head the size of Gringott's, and made a silent vow to himself to never touch another drop of firewhiskey as long as he lived. Then he became aware that 1) he was lying in a bed 2) that he was naked and 3) that he wasn't alone. Slowly he turned in the bed to see whom was sleeping next to him, and almost screamed. Harry! He was in bed with his best friend, and judging from certain evidence that he was personally aware of they had done more than just sleep in the same bed. This was going to be awkward. ________________________________________________________
Three weeks had passed since the night in the room of requirement and though things between him and Harry had been awkward at first they were still good friends. After all they had rationalized, they had been drunk when they'd had sex and neither of them could really remember the act itself with any clarity. One minute they'd been drinking together and the next they had awakened to find themselves in quite the intimate and embarassing situation. Anyway it wasn't likely to happen again. Both of them had vowed to stay away from firewhiskey for life.
As he approached the great hall Ron caught the scent of food and felt his stomach roil in rebellion. Altering his course he dashed to the nearest boys bathroom and proceeded to worship the porcelain god. What was wrong with him? For the last few days almost like clockwork he'd ended up bent over a toilet bowl before breakfast. He sighed. There was nothing else for it. He'd have to see Madame Pomfrey, and soon. _________________________________________________________
Ron opened his eyes to find himself in the infirmary. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered he'd been in potions class. He and Harry had been partnered up together for a change. One moment they'd been making a basic spot remover potion and the next he'd found himself here.
"Good afternoon Mr. Weasley. Feeling better?"
Ron turned to face the normally stern face of Madame Pomfrey. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Madame Pomfrey looked nervous, and behind her stood a very guilty looking Professor Snape.
"W-what's going on?"
"Just rest for a bit Mr. Weasley. I'll explain later."
"No. Now. Please."
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Very well Mr. Weasley. It seems that someone slipped you a gravis potion within the last few weeks."
Ron must have had a puzzled look on his face because Madame Pomfrey continued.
"The Gravis potion is something that a witch takes if she is having trouble baring offspring, and ..."
"B-But I'm a boy!"
"If you will allow me to finish Mr. Weasley. As I was saying wizards who are in a same sex relationship and want to have children also take the potion. In short, you're pregnant." ________________________________________________________
Madame Pomfrey had then informed him that the Headmaster would have to be informed as well as his parents. He could almost see the howler that he'd receive from his mum over this situation. He begged her to let him inform the Headmaster, who would probably contact his parents directly. She agreed to it, but advised him not to put it off as he would be giving birth in about 8 months. After leaving the infirmary he ran into Hermione who demanded to know what was wrong with him. Sensing that she wouldn't let it drop until she got an answer, he told her everything. Being the good friend that she was she agreed to keep his confidence, but did stress that Harry would have to be told.
Right, Ron thought to himself, one problem down and a million to go. Now he had to find the courage to tell the Headmaster.________________________________________________________
Using the password that Madame Pomfrey had given him he made his way to the Headmaster's office.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley. What can I do for you? Lemon Drop?"
Ron politely refused the offered sweet and stared at his own feet while stating his reasons for coming to see the Headmaster. To his credit Dumbledore calmly asked only a few questions before writing a short note to the Weasley's. He handed it to fawkes who then set off to deliver it. Ron and Dumbledore talked for a few more moments before Ron slipped off into sleep. He awoke to find his parents in the room. ________________________________________________________
"Albus, what is it? What's happened?"
"Now, now calm yourself Molly. All is quite well I assure you."
"Don't you try to tell me that everything is well. You don't firecall our home and ask us to come to Hogwarts for no reason at all. Is it the twins? Have they done something? Are they being expelled? Are..."
"Molly dear if you would take time to breathe perhaps the headmaster could tell us why we're here."
"Thank you Arthur. Some weeks ago Severus came back from one of his meeting with Voldemort feeling rather puzzled. Normally when the dark lord asks him to brew a potion it's something rather unpleasant in nature. Not this time however. Severus informed me that Voldemort wanted two unusual potions. Unusual for him that is. Well to make a long story short he wanted Severus to prepare both the Gravis and the Lusteus potion. I must admit I too was at sea as to what Voldemort would want with those two potions. I have just recently learned the answer and that brings us to the reason for this meeting."
"But Albus I don't understand. What could those two potions have to do with our family?"
"I'm just coming to that Arthur. Apparently Voldemort's plan involved spiking the pumkin juice of one of your children with the Gravis..."
"Oh no! Please don't tell me that Ginny is..."
"No Molly Ginny is not pregnant. The situation is a bit more complex than that."
"But then...." she looked quickly over at Ron who seemed to be trying to sink literally into the floor. Comprehension dawned on her face a moment before she hit the floor in a dead faint.
Ten minutes later with the combined help of an ennervate and a strong cup of tea (laced with a mild calming draught) Mrs. Weasley was a bit more composed. Molly looked at her youngest son in disbelief. How could Ron possibly be expecting a baby. Still if Dumbledore said it was so, then chances were it was. Which left one very important question in her mind.
"W-who's the father Ron?"
"Harry."
Molly willed herselft not to faint again. Ron needed her awake, not passed out on the floor. "Does he know?"
"No mum," Ron lowered his eyes to the floor as if he'd never seen it before.
Crossing the room, Molly gently took Ron's chin in her hand forcing him to face her. "Why not Ron?"
I..I'm afraid to. Harry's my best mate and all that, but...."
"But this isn't quite the sort of thing you usually share with a best friend," Molly finished for him.
"Well, yeah."
"Ron he has to be told. As the child's father he has the right to know. Would you like your father to discuss the matter with him?"
At this question Albus noticed that Arthur began to look quite uncomfortable. Albus couldn't blame him. After all how do you tell a young man that he's gotten your son pregnant. And to make matters worse it wasn't just any young wizard that he'd have to discuss this with, but the boy-who-lived.
"You are quite welcome to borrow my office Arthur."
Arthur sighed. He knew he was trapped. "Thank you Albus."
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Harry was confused. To his knowledge he hadn't done anything wrong. But here he was outside the Headmaster's office once again. He knocked.
"Come in."
Strange, the voice didn't sound like the Headmaster? Slowly he opened the door and found himself facing a very uncomfortable looking Arthur Weasley. He didn't know what was going on but he had a feeling he was going to find out very soon and that he wasn't going to like it.
Ten minutes later he was sure he didn't like it. Ron pregnant? And he was the father? He'd always wanted to have a family, but had never expected this. And certainly not with Ron of all people. Sure he liked Ron, but in the past he'd thought of Ron in pure platonic terms. Well he couldn't just leave Ron holding the bag, or rather the baby. He would do the honorable thing. Besides he had to admit that Ron was rather cute. Whoa! Where had that come from?
To all appearances it was an average friday night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but Albus Dumbledore wasn't going to bet so much as a bronze knut on it. Something was up, he could sense it. But what? He sighed. Maybe he was just getting old and paranoid like Moody. He doused the lights and went to bed.
Meanwhile, off in the room of requirement two boys were celebrating the ancient rite of passage most commonly known as the first drink.
"Tell me again Ron, where did you get this bottle of firewhiskey?"
"The twins gave it me, along with an apology for all the mean pranks they've pulled on me over the years," Ron told Harry. In truth he'd found it next to his bed that morning with a note saying it was from a friend, but he wasn't about to tell Harry that he didn't know who it was from.
Harry was a bit incredulous that the twins would ever be serious enough to apologize to their youngest brother for anything, but decided to keep his opinion to himself. An hour and several shots of firewhiskey later he was beyond caring who had sent it. He had better things to do with his time. ________________________________________________________
Ron Weasley awoke to a head the size of Gringott's, and made a silent vow to himself to never touch another drop of firewhiskey as long as he lived. Then he became aware that 1) he was lying in a bed 2) that he was naked and 3) that he wasn't alone. Slowly he turned in the bed to see whom was sleeping next to him, and almost screamed. Harry! He was in bed with his best friend, and judging from certain evidence that he was personally aware of they had done more than just sleep in the same bed. This was going to be awkward. ________________________________________________________
Three weeks had passed since the night in the room of requirement and though things between him and Harry had been awkward at first they were still good friends. After all they had rationalized, they had been drunk when they'd had sex and neither of them could really remember the act itself with any clarity. One minute they'd been drinking together and the next they had awakened to find themselves in quite the intimate and embarassing situation. Anyway it wasn't likely to happen again. Both of them had vowed to stay away from firewhiskey for life.
As he approached the great hall Ron caught the scent of food and felt his stomach roil in rebellion. Altering his course he dashed to the nearest boys bathroom and proceeded to worship the porcelain god. What was wrong with him? For the last few days almost like clockwork he'd ended up bent over a toilet bowl before breakfast. He sighed. There was nothing else for it. He'd have to see Madame Pomfrey, and soon. _________________________________________________________
Ron opened his eyes to find himself in the infirmary. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered he'd been in potions class. He and Harry had been partnered up together for a change. One moment they'd been making a basic spot remover potion and the next he'd found himself here.
"Good afternoon Mr. Weasley. Feeling better?"
Ron turned to face the normally stern face of Madame Pomfrey. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Madame Pomfrey looked nervous, and behind her stood a very guilty looking Professor Snape.
"W-what's going on?"
"Just rest for a bit Mr. Weasley. I'll explain later."
"No. Now. Please."
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Very well Mr. Weasley. It seems that someone slipped you a gravis potion within the last few weeks."
Ron must have had a puzzled look on his face because Madame Pomfrey continued.
"The Gravis potion is something that a witch takes if she is having trouble baring offspring, and ..."
"B-But I'm a boy!"
"If you will allow me to finish Mr. Weasley. As I was saying wizards who are in a same sex relationship and want to have children also take the potion. In short, you're pregnant." ________________________________________________________
Madame Pomfrey had then informed him that the Headmaster would have to be informed as well as his parents. He could almost see the howler that he'd receive from his mum over this situation. He begged her to let him inform the Headmaster, who would probably contact his parents directly. She agreed to it, but advised him not to put it off as he would be giving birth in about 8 months. After leaving the infirmary he ran into Hermione who demanded to know what was wrong with him. Sensing that she wouldn't let it drop until she got an answer, he told her everything. Being the good friend that she was she agreed to keep his confidence, but did stress that Harry would have to be told.
Right, Ron thought to himself, one problem down and a million to go. Now he had to find the courage to tell the Headmaster.________________________________________________________
Using the password that Madame Pomfrey had given him he made his way to the Headmaster's office.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley. What can I do for you? Lemon Drop?"
Ron politely refused the offered sweet and stared at his own feet while stating his reasons for coming to see the Headmaster. To his credit Dumbledore calmly asked only a few questions before writing a short note to the Weasley's. He handed it to fawkes who then set off to deliver it. Ron and Dumbledore talked for a few more moments before Ron slipped off into sleep. He awoke to find his parents in the room. ________________________________________________________
"Albus, what is it? What's happened?"
"Now, now calm yourself Molly. All is quite well I assure you."
"Don't you try to tell me that everything is well. You don't firecall our home and ask us to come to Hogwarts for no reason at all. Is it the twins? Have they done something? Are they being expelled? Are..."
"Molly dear if you would take time to breathe perhaps the headmaster could tell us why we're here."
"Thank you Arthur. Some weeks ago Severus came back from one of his meeting with Voldemort feeling rather puzzled. Normally when the dark lord asks him to brew a potion it's something rather unpleasant in nature. Not this time however. Severus informed me that Voldemort wanted two unusual potions. Unusual for him that is. Well to make a long story short he wanted Severus to prepare both the Gravis and the Lusteus potion. I must admit I too was at sea as to what Voldemort would want with those two potions. I have just recently learned the answer and that brings us to the reason for this meeting."
"But Albus I don't understand. What could those two potions have to do with our family?"
"I'm just coming to that Arthur. Apparently Voldemort's plan involved spiking the pumkin juice of one of your children with the Gravis..."
"Oh no! Please don't tell me that Ginny is..."
"No Molly Ginny is not pregnant. The situation is a bit more complex than that."
"But then...." she looked quickly over at Ron who seemed to be trying to sink literally into the floor. Comprehension dawned on her face a moment before she hit the floor in a dead faint.
Ten minutes later with the combined help of an ennervate and a strong cup of tea (laced with a mild calming draught) Mrs. Weasley was a bit more composed. Molly looked at her youngest son in disbelief. How could Ron possibly be expecting a baby. Still if Dumbledore said it was so, then chances were it was. Which left one very important question in her mind.
"W-who's the father Ron?"
"Harry."
Molly willed herselft not to faint again. Ron needed her awake, not passed out on the floor. "Does he know?"
"No mum," Ron lowered his eyes to the floor as if he'd never seen it before.
Crossing the room, Molly gently took Ron's chin in her hand forcing him to face her. "Why not Ron?"
I..I'm afraid to. Harry's my best mate and all that, but...."
"But this isn't quite the sort of thing you usually share with a best friend," Molly finished for him.
"Well, yeah."
"Ron he has to be told. As the child's father he has the right to know. Would you like your father to discuss the matter with him?"
At this question Albus noticed that Arthur began to look quite uncomfortable. Albus couldn't blame him. After all how do you tell a young man that he's gotten your son pregnant. And to make matters worse it wasn't just any young wizard that he'd have to discuss this with, but the boy-who-lived.
"You are quite welcome to borrow my office Arthur."
Arthur sighed. He knew he was trapped. "Thank you Albus."
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Harry was confused. To his knowledge he hadn't done anything wrong. But here he was outside the Headmaster's office once again. He knocked.
"Come in."
Strange, the voice didn't sound like the Headmaster? Slowly he opened the door and found himself facing a very uncomfortable looking Arthur Weasley. He didn't know what was going on but he had a feeling he was going to find out very soon and that he wasn't going to like it.
Ten minutes later he was sure he didn't like it. Ron pregnant? And he was the father? He'd always wanted to have a family, but had never expected this. And certainly not with Ron of all people. Sure he liked Ron, but in the past he'd thought of Ron in pure platonic terms. Well he couldn't just leave Ron holding the bag, or rather the baby. He would do the honorable thing. Besides he had to admit that Ron was rather cute. Whoa! Where had that come from?