Title: Black and White
The title may not make sense, but it's comparisons between Harry and the other bloke. I'm not gonna write who it is, you should be able to guess.
Author: Alice aka LadyLilyPotter
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I am merely borrowing them. Simple eh?
Warnings: Slash!! You no like, you no read, capiche? Mpreg!! Oh so sweet I reckon... but you don't? OK, fair enough. Don't read. Easy eh? A/U!! This is pre OotP, cos I wanted Sirius in it. So, no mentions of anything OotP related I don't think? Snape may seem a little out of character, but he's still a snarky bastard.
Summary: Seventeen year old Harry Potter didn't know it was possible for men to get pregnant. But when the signs come together and the truth is revealed... how will he cope? Where is the father? Who is the father? And what's this about a new Dark Lord?
Rating: I dunno, PG-13, as there is only mid slash, kissing is all, and that won't be for a while I reckon. There's swearing too, and mature themes. If you think I should put up the rating tell me, and I will.
Anything else: Thanks at the bottom. I was amazed at the amount of reviews, 27 was it in three or four days? Sehr gut!! Sorry I'm doing a German GCSE...If anyone really want's to know why the father left, I could email you, as it won't be revealed for ages. But only if your desperate. Please tell me in a review, I like reviews!! Please no flames, I reckon I warned you enough, but here's one more:
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Chapter 2: Discussions
After Harry fainted - and Professor Snape got over the shock somewhat (helped along with a shot of firewhiskey), he was levitated to Snapes private chamber, a short distance from the dungeon. He may have been a Slytherin, but Snape gave his word that he wouldn't inform anyone else, and planned on keeping his word and wasn't going to tell on the boy... yet. People would want answers if he took the boy to the Hospital Wing, Poppy would insist on finding out why the boy fainted. No. Snape needed answers first ... and he needed to resuscitate the boy.
"Enerverate!" Snape said, after he had levitated Harry onto his couch. He lowered his wand and looked over the boy. His long dark eyelashes fluttered and opened revealing emerald eyes. They looked deeply into Severus' own eyes until it clicked in Harry's head what had happened before he passed out.
"Professor ..." Harry stuttered and he slowly sat up.
"Potter," Snape said, "You have some explaining to do."
Harry winced and nodded, "Yeah. I suppose I do. Where are we?"
"My chambers," Snape answered icily and how saw Harry waiting for more information, "When you passed out I levitated you here I said noone else would find out and they won't. Yet."
"God, it's true isn't it?" Harry muttered rhetorically.
"Yes. May I ask if you know who the other father is?"
"Sir, what kind of question is that? I'm not a slut." Harry said, his anger and voice rising.
"I apologise. Do you know then?" Tears blossomed in Harry's eyes and he pulled his legs onto the couch and placed his chin onto his knees.
Seeing he wasn't going to get an answer, Snape tried a different approach, "Is he at Hogwarts?" Harry sniffed and shook his head, then nodded.
"Which Potter?" Snape asked.
"He was ... " Harry said before he buried his head in his hands and began to sob silently.
"I see." Snape said, though he obviously didn't.
"What am I going to do?" Harry said as he raised his red, blotchy face.
"You are no longer seeing the father then?" Snape asked, as if trying to get a grip on the situation.
"No we broke up after we ... " Harry sobbed and opened his eyes widely, and the buried his head in his hands again when he realised what he had just admitted to his least favourite teacher.
"Oh. I see," Snape said again.
"Sir, what am I going to do?" Harry asked again, desperately seeking an answer.
"What did you plan on doing after Graduation?" Snape asked.
"Sir ... " Harry began, "Honestly, I have no idea. I have no plans. I planned on dying before now."
Snape was shocked to say the least. The boy was expecting to be DEAD by now? "What?" He asked sharply.
"Voldemort." Harry said simply and Snape flinched and opened his mouth, "I know, I know the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I expected him to kill me. I never expected to come out on top of this fight. I thought he was a lot more powerful than I was. Sir, I have no future planned as I didn't expect to have a future to plan for."
"Oh," was all Snape had to say. Silence settled in the Potion Masters room and was only broken when Harry began to sob again.
"Potter..."
Sir, what am I going to do? I'm going to be a single, gay father at seventeen years old. I can't believe this has happened to me. I get myself knocked up without even realising it was even possible. Then the git buggers off and leaves me two days after. Obviously only wanted to get into the Boy-Who-Lived's trousers, be my first. Now after I shagged him, he leaves me. I'm all a fucking lone again. I can't do this, it's always me. Why did I have to be Harry-fucking-Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived? Why can't I be normal? Or normal in wizard terms anyway. Why? Because I'm me. Everything happens to me. I'm the first bloke pregnant for so fucking long, that noone probably remembers its bloody possible. It wouldn't be so bad if he was here, with me, but he left me. Honestly I feel as if I could castrate him, I hate him so much!!" Harry ranted. When he first began yelling, he started to pace the room, and as he finished he flung himself back onto the couch and began to sob again.
"Potter," Snape began, "It'll be OK. Do you want me to fetch anyone?"
"Sirius is gonna kill me." Harry said simply.
"Don't worry Potter, I'll Floo him, and call him over. I'll stay so no blood is shed. Is that OK? Shall I call the mutt and the werewolf?" Snape asked, managing to sound vaguely concerned and still be sarcastic and rude at the same time.
Harry scowled but nodded, "They'll probably kill you first. Sirius'll blame you for making me cry or something." Harry said, a small smile playing at his lips.
"I have no doubt about that," Snape said wryly, "Where do I Floo?"
"Oh erm, Black Cottage," Harry said quietly.
"Right. Stay there. Don't touch anything. The only Floo attached fireplace is in my room. I will return in a minute."
"Thank you Sir," Harry said, and Snape swiftly walked into the door on the right.
"Black Cottage." (Harry heard.)
"Hello ... what the ... Moony?! Snape!!"
"Bloody Gryffindors..." (Harry scowled and stood up.)
"What do you want?"
"Black, your godson needs you."
"What did you do? If you've hurt him, I swear to God ... "
"Shut up you imbecile. He is fine. I think. He needs to speak to you. Bring the werewolf."
"Fine. There in a minute." (Harry began to get nervous, and a silent tear fell down his cheek.)
"Bloody Gryffindors ... "Snape muttered again. He stood away from the fireplace and waited. A minute later Sirius and Remus burst out of Snapes room, Snape followed slowly.
Sirius took one look at Harry, who was standing in front of him, and took a step forwards. Before he could do more, Harry ran forwards ad pounced on him. He flung his arms around Sirius' neck and began to sob hysterically.
"Ssh! Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius soothed and he steered Harry and himself over to the couch to sit down.
Snape sighed, and Remus looked at him sharply.
"You know. What's wrong with him?" At this Sirius looked up, but it made Harry cry harder.
"God, I need a drink. Black Lupin? You'll need it," Snape said and without waiting for an answer, swept over to the drinks cabinet and poured out a shot of whiskey for each of them.
"You think Harry can have one?" Sirius asked, "Might calm him down," he explained.
Suprisingly, Snape snorted. He downed his drink, poured himself another and sat in a chair near Sirius and Harry. Remus sat in one opposite Snape and fumbled with his glass.
"What?" Remus finally asked.
"Potter, you want to tell them or shall I?" Snape asked, looking at the mop of messy raven hair that was rested on Sirius shoulder. Harry looked up and his eyes pleaded with Snape and he sniffed at him.
"Fine," Snape agreed, "The reason I will not give Mr Potter a drink, and why he is crying is this. He's pregnant."
This had exactly the reaction Harry and Snape had envisioned. Sirius jumped up, sending Harry flying onto the floor, and began to yell at Snape. He had the idea that HE was the father. Remus went white and dropped his glass. It smashed with a loud bang, and whiskey leaked all over the floor. Then he noticed Harry on the floor, and rushed to help him up. Sirius and Snape hadn't noticed them being too busy yelling at each other. Remus pulled Harry onto the couch and cradled his head in his hands and looked into his eyes, which were brimming with unshed tears.
"Is it true?" Remus whispered.
"Yes," Harry whispered and nodded his head slightly. Remus pulled him into a tight hug and Harry dipped his head into the curve on Remus' shoulder. Then he asked something else, "Who's the father?"
"I can't tell you. You'll hate me even more," Harry sniffed, his voice muffled by Remus' robes.
"Harry," Remus said intensely, "We don't hate you. We could never hate you. We are just - a - little ... shocked. Sirius is dealing with it. This is how he does it. He gets mad, breaks something," - there was a loud crash from the vague direction of Sirius - "and then he accepts it. He'll be fine. You'll be fine. We don't hate you, we're gonna help you through this."
"Really?" Harry asked weakly, raising his head and looking at Remus through tear smudged eyes.
"Yes," Remus said simply, "How far along are you?"
"One month," Harry said. To Remus he sounded vaguely proud as he talked of his child.
Remus nodded, "How long have you known?"
Harry sat up fully and pulled up his sleeve. He squinted at his watch and announced, "Twenty three minutes."
Remus chuckled quietly, "I see. How long have you suspected you were ..."
"Pregnant?" Harry suggested happily, "Since Potions this morning. We made the Contraceptive Potion. Snape said both men and women could take it, so we were all like what? He explained it was possible. Noone else knew. I didn't know men could be pregnant til then. But, it all fitted. I had morning sickness, I was tired all the time and I had put on weight. When I found out it was possible, I had to know. I never expected it to be positive. All I wanted to do was put that possibility to the back of my mind. So, I nicked a book from the library and asked Snape in my detention if he could perform it on me. Then I fainted." Harry blushed slightly and Remus smiled.
"Why Severus?" Remus asked curiously.
Harry shrugged, "I don't really know. Temporary moment of insanity? Erm ... well I suppose I thought he'd understand. He did. I couldn't go to you in case it was false, then you'd know I'd..." Harry blushed.
"I see," Remus chuckled.
"Are you mad?"
"Me? Not really. I wish you had trusted us enough to come to us, but no. Sirius looks slightly agitated now, but Severus has body binded him now. You can explain further." Remus beamed.
Harry sniffed and more tears fell, "Thank you. Moony, I'm so scared." Harry flung his arms around the werewolves' neck and cried again.
Snape released a furious Sirius from his binds and made him promise to be calm. Sirius reluctantly agreed and sat next to Harry and Remus on the couch. He shot Remus a pleading and apologetic look, which was replied with a 'be-nice' look from the werewolf himself. Remus plied Harry away from his neck and slowly turned him around to Sirius. He immediately took his position and soon began to soothe the distraught boy. Remus stood up and walked over to where Snape was standing - the liqueur cabinet. He had another drink in his hand, which he regularly took sips from, and his face wore an almost pitying expression.
"Remus spoke in a low whisper, "Do you know who the other father is?"
Snape looked at Remus, sighed and replied, "No. I got it out of Sirius' head that it wasn't me. Harry told me before that he's been at Hogwarts. But that doesn't really narrow it down. It could be an old Quidditch Team mate, Prefect, student, anyone really. I have my suspicions, but that is all they are."
Remus nodded, "I dare say we'll find out soon enough though. He may return, or when it's born, it may look like him. We may be able to tell from that. Or Harry may give in and tell us eventually."
"I highly doubt that. Look at him. He isn't going to tell and it's illegal to give Veritaserum to people who are pregnant. Harms the foetus," Snape said calmly.
"Oh ..." was all Remus had to say, "You considered it then?" He smirked.
"Of course," Snape said wryly, "I'm curious. Could have been a Slytherin."
"Really?" Remus said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows at the 'Slytherin' suggestion.
"He's scared," Snape said abruptly after a couple of minutes of silence, apart from Harry's sobs, which were growing quieter.
"I know," Remus said softly, "He'll be fine though. He always is. He'll be OK."
"Will he though?" Snape asked critically, "He has no plans for after school. He told me. He never expected to live this long for God's sake. He expected Voldemort to kill him. He's not talking to Weasley and Granger, or his fan club only Finnigan and Thomas. Now I think about it, he rarely comes to breakfast . . . or lunch if I recall correctly. He's completely cut himself off. Studying I believe, he's actually doing well in Potions, loathe I admit it."
"What?" Remus asked sharply.
"Talk to the boy. The Headmaster will let you stay. But I believe more answers are due yes?"
Remus nodded and looked down at Harry. He had calmed down and was simply holding Sirius, who on the other hand was looking distinctly pissed, still mad and wanting answers. Snape sat down in an armchair and waited for Remus to speak.
"Harry," Remus said reluctantly, "We need to talk."
Harry withdrew from the embrace and sat back against the couch. He pulled an emerald cushion from behind him and placed it on his lap, hugging it close. Then he nodded, "What do you want to know?"
"Who's the father?" Sirius immediately demanded.
Harry sighed, "I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Look, I'm not telling you yet. Maybe not ever. I'll tell you about our... situation though. OK?" Harry compromised hopefully.
"I suppose," Sirius said reluctantly.
"OK," Harry said and he stood up and began to slowly walk up and down the corridors, the three men in the room following his every movement, "He ... we never used to like each other. Before the thing with Voldemort, our rows and dislike had simmered down, but afterwards, it completely stopped. I felt ... incomplete without our rows to be honest. But it didn't really bother me, but then, at Halloween, he apologised. It was expected of us not to talk in public or be seen so we weren't. We became friends, best friends then more ... just before Christmas. We were together six months before we ..." Harry blushed and everyone got the picture, "But them he stopped talking to me. He was acting very strangely, then he dumped me. Two days later he disappeared. I haven't seen him since."
"Was it a Slytherin?" Snape asked curiously. Harry said nothing, but his blush deepened. Snape smirked and Sirius shot Remus a look.
"Harry ..." Sirius whined.
"What?" Harry shot back defensively.
"Nothing, nothing." Sirius said innocently.
"Good."
"Harry, look I know this is embarrassing, I know you probably want me dead, but why didn't you use protection?" Sirius begged.
'Like you and Moony do,' Harry thought, 'Take your own advice mate.'
"Sirius, I only found out it was possible for me to have a child this morning, never mind a bloody month ago. I probably would of if I even had an inkling about it ... and there's all that spur of the moment crap."
'Take that, you'll blush now!!' Harry thought.
Sirius blushed, "Harry!!"
"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered, 'Not.'
"Well, we need to tell people. Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledore ..."
"No!!" Harry exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"Noone can know, please. I can't take it Sirius. It's always me. Bloody Rita Skeeter'll reckon it's a publicity stunt know Voldemort has gone. Please!!" Harry begged.
"Harry its not something we can hide We need professional help," Sirius whined.
"Sirius, no! It's my child, my body, I'll decide. I don't want anyone to know. I don't care if I have to move to America or something and change my appearance, noone can know!!" Harry insisted.
"But, we need a Medi-witch Harry, we need help." Sirius said.
"Excuse me," Snape said, "But I believe I can help there."
"What?" Sirius asked wearily.
"I said I may be able to help."
"Snape, stop talking in riddles, I have a headache," moaned Sirius.
"I trained to be a Healer, before I realised Potions was my forte. Then I got my Masters in Potions." Snape said reluctantly.
"Really?" Remus asked.
"Yes." Snape said reluctantly.
"So you'll help?" Harry piped up.
"If you so wish." Snape nodded.
"Thank you so much. I knew there was a reason you were my favourite teacher," Harry said happily. Snape and Sirius snorted and Sirius spoke again.
"But why don't you want people to know Harry? There has to be another reason?"
"I can't handle it. The last few months have been hell Sirius, the worst of my life. Worse than the ten years locked in the Dursleys cupboard, worse than when the whole school thought I was the heir of Slytherin, worse than when Ron has been jealous of the damn scar on my head. It'll be sooo much worse. I'll be pointed at, people will be prying into my life all the time. I've had enough of it. And the other father will be found out. I can see the headlines now! 'Boy Who Lived Gay! Pregnant with Unknown Father's Child! Turn to page fricking four for our suggestions, five for photos, and six for how much danger he's in!"
"Harry, your blowing this out of proportion!" Sirius exclaimed weakly, even though he knew it was true.
"No I'm not. Anymore questions?" Harry snapped.
"But ... what ... I'm ... Harry ..." Sirius whined.
"Sirius please, I'll think about it OK? But not yet." Harry said.
"Fine, you know how this is all gonna happen right?" Sirius winced.
"I'm tired ... " Harry yawned an stretched, his back cracking.
"You know right?" Remus persisted.
"Yes," Harry sighed, "I charm will turn my bottom half into a girl so I can give birth. It's going to hurt like hell. Can I go to bed? We can talk tomorrow, your staying right?"
Harry sighed, "Yes, Harry go. See you tomorrow. Sleep properly, maybe eat something?"
"Whatever, I'll only throw it up," he muttered, "Night Sirius, Remus. Thank you everyone, night.... Professor Snape." Harry said and he walked out of the chambers, yawning.
~*~
Walking back to Gryffindor tower, Harry wiped his eyes dry and thought over what had happened. To say he was surprised at the reactions was an understatement.
'That was ... unexpected,' Harry thought, 'I thought Sirius would be worse than that. I never expected Snape to be so ... nice, and offer to help. Oh, shit, better not spread that, it'll spoil his reputation. Ah screw that, noone would believe me anyways.
I can't believe it. It's a dream, right? I'm gonna wake up in a minute, it's all one crappy dream. One crap ... ow, maybe not. Mental note, don't pinch, it hurts.
I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby. A child. My baby. Mine. A boy it said. A son. It's all going to be OK. I won't be alone anymore. I've got a baby. My baby. No one can or will take him away from me. Never.'
"Oi, Harry mate, you OK?"
"Huh?"
"Harry?"
"What?"
"Er, you've been standing in front of the portrait for like two and a half minutes, not saying anything," the voice answered.
"Seamus?"
"Yep. ME. You OK?" Look like you been crying..." Seamus said matter-of- factly and clasped a hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry blushed, "Yeah, I'm OK now, been talking to Sirius and Remus."
"Sirius Black?"
"Yep, ex-convict, mass murderer, ecetera, ecetera, ecetera. I can introduce you if I like."
"Er..."
"Going in then?"
"Sure."
"You got the password?"
"Right. I take it you don't? It's Godric Gryffindor."
"Obvious ent it? Slytherins could guess that."
"It's Rons."
"Oh. That explains it." The Fat Lady swung forwards and Harry and Seamus walked into the Common Room. There was a lot of noise and people and was just too busy, and Harry was feeling ill and tired.
"Look, Seam, I'm gonna go to bed OK?"
"Harry, it's only half eight." Seamus exclaimed.
"I'm knackered. I'll see you in the morning."
"Aye. Night Harry."
Harry smiled gratefully and fled to the Gryffindor dorms. The room was empty... except for Trevor on Nevilles bed. Harry shrugged his robes off and discarded the rest of his clothes on the floor. Clad only in his boxers, Harry flung himself on his bed and drew his curtains.
He leant against his headboard, pulled his quilt back, and looked at his stomach. It didn't really look much different. He supposed his stomach muscles were a bit looser and there was a slight bump. He ran his hand over his stomach and rested it on the bump. He sighed and closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly, for once his dreams only full of pleasant dreams and thoughts instead of visions, nightmares and flash backs of the night Ron and Hermione almost died, Voldemort died and a part of Harry died, that was revived the moment Harry knew he was bringing new life to the earth.
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The title may not make sense, but it's comparisons between Harry and the other bloke. I'm not gonna write who it is, you should be able to guess.
Author: Alice aka LadyLilyPotter
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I am merely borrowing them. Simple eh?
Warnings: Slash!! You no like, you no read, capiche? Mpreg!! Oh so sweet I reckon... but you don't? OK, fair enough. Don't read. Easy eh? A/U!! This is pre OotP, cos I wanted Sirius in it. So, no mentions of anything OotP related I don't think? Snape may seem a little out of character, but he's still a snarky bastard.
Summary: Seventeen year old Harry Potter didn't know it was possible for men to get pregnant. But when the signs come together and the truth is revealed... how will he cope? Where is the father? Who is the father? And what's this about a new Dark Lord?
Rating: I dunno, PG-13, as there is only mid slash, kissing is all, and that won't be for a while I reckon. There's swearing too, and mature themes. If you think I should put up the rating tell me, and I will.
Anything else: Thanks at the bottom. I was amazed at the amount of reviews, 27 was it in three or four days? Sehr gut!! Sorry I'm doing a German GCSE...If anyone really want's to know why the father left, I could email you, as it won't be revealed for ages. But only if your desperate. Please tell me in a review, I like reviews!! Please no flames, I reckon I warned you enough, but here's one more:
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Chapter 2: Discussions
After Harry fainted - and Professor Snape got over the shock somewhat (helped along with a shot of firewhiskey), he was levitated to Snapes private chamber, a short distance from the dungeon. He may have been a Slytherin, but Snape gave his word that he wouldn't inform anyone else, and planned on keeping his word and wasn't going to tell on the boy... yet. People would want answers if he took the boy to the Hospital Wing, Poppy would insist on finding out why the boy fainted. No. Snape needed answers first ... and he needed to resuscitate the boy.
"Enerverate!" Snape said, after he had levitated Harry onto his couch. He lowered his wand and looked over the boy. His long dark eyelashes fluttered and opened revealing emerald eyes. They looked deeply into Severus' own eyes until it clicked in Harry's head what had happened before he passed out.
"Professor ..." Harry stuttered and he slowly sat up.
"Potter," Snape said, "You have some explaining to do."
Harry winced and nodded, "Yeah. I suppose I do. Where are we?"
"My chambers," Snape answered icily and how saw Harry waiting for more information, "When you passed out I levitated you here I said noone else would find out and they won't. Yet."
"God, it's true isn't it?" Harry muttered rhetorically.
"Yes. May I ask if you know who the other father is?"
"Sir, what kind of question is that? I'm not a slut." Harry said, his anger and voice rising.
"I apologise. Do you know then?" Tears blossomed in Harry's eyes and he pulled his legs onto the couch and placed his chin onto his knees.
Seeing he wasn't going to get an answer, Snape tried a different approach, "Is he at Hogwarts?" Harry sniffed and shook his head, then nodded.
"Which Potter?" Snape asked.
"He was ... " Harry said before he buried his head in his hands and began to sob silently.
"I see." Snape said, though he obviously didn't.
"What am I going to do?" Harry said as he raised his red, blotchy face.
"You are no longer seeing the father then?" Snape asked, as if trying to get a grip on the situation.
"No we broke up after we ... " Harry sobbed and opened his eyes widely, and the buried his head in his hands again when he realised what he had just admitted to his least favourite teacher.
"Oh. I see," Snape said again.
"Sir, what am I going to do?" Harry asked again, desperately seeking an answer.
"What did you plan on doing after Graduation?" Snape asked.
"Sir ... " Harry began, "Honestly, I have no idea. I have no plans. I planned on dying before now."
Snape was shocked to say the least. The boy was expecting to be DEAD by now? "What?" He asked sharply.
"Voldemort." Harry said simply and Snape flinched and opened his mouth, "I know, I know the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I expected him to kill me. I never expected to come out on top of this fight. I thought he was a lot more powerful than I was. Sir, I have no future planned as I didn't expect to have a future to plan for."
"Oh," was all Snape had to say. Silence settled in the Potion Masters room and was only broken when Harry began to sob again.
"Potter..."
Sir, what am I going to do? I'm going to be a single, gay father at seventeen years old. I can't believe this has happened to me. I get myself knocked up without even realising it was even possible. Then the git buggers off and leaves me two days after. Obviously only wanted to get into the Boy-Who-Lived's trousers, be my first. Now after I shagged him, he leaves me. I'm all a fucking lone again. I can't do this, it's always me. Why did I have to be Harry-fucking-Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived? Why can't I be normal? Or normal in wizard terms anyway. Why? Because I'm me. Everything happens to me. I'm the first bloke pregnant for so fucking long, that noone probably remembers its bloody possible. It wouldn't be so bad if he was here, with me, but he left me. Honestly I feel as if I could castrate him, I hate him so much!!" Harry ranted. When he first began yelling, he started to pace the room, and as he finished he flung himself back onto the couch and began to sob again.
"Potter," Snape began, "It'll be OK. Do you want me to fetch anyone?"
"Sirius is gonna kill me." Harry said simply.
"Don't worry Potter, I'll Floo him, and call him over. I'll stay so no blood is shed. Is that OK? Shall I call the mutt and the werewolf?" Snape asked, managing to sound vaguely concerned and still be sarcastic and rude at the same time.
Harry scowled but nodded, "They'll probably kill you first. Sirius'll blame you for making me cry or something." Harry said, a small smile playing at his lips.
"I have no doubt about that," Snape said wryly, "Where do I Floo?"
"Oh erm, Black Cottage," Harry said quietly.
"Right. Stay there. Don't touch anything. The only Floo attached fireplace is in my room. I will return in a minute."
"Thank you Sir," Harry said, and Snape swiftly walked into the door on the right.
"Black Cottage." (Harry heard.)
"Hello ... what the ... Moony?! Snape!!"
"Bloody Gryffindors..." (Harry scowled and stood up.)
"What do you want?"
"Black, your godson needs you."
"What did you do? If you've hurt him, I swear to God ... "
"Shut up you imbecile. He is fine. I think. He needs to speak to you. Bring the werewolf."
"Fine. There in a minute." (Harry began to get nervous, and a silent tear fell down his cheek.)
"Bloody Gryffindors ... "Snape muttered again. He stood away from the fireplace and waited. A minute later Sirius and Remus burst out of Snapes room, Snape followed slowly.
Sirius took one look at Harry, who was standing in front of him, and took a step forwards. Before he could do more, Harry ran forwards ad pounced on him. He flung his arms around Sirius' neck and began to sob hysterically.
"Ssh! Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius soothed and he steered Harry and himself over to the couch to sit down.
Snape sighed, and Remus looked at him sharply.
"You know. What's wrong with him?" At this Sirius looked up, but it made Harry cry harder.
"God, I need a drink. Black Lupin? You'll need it," Snape said and without waiting for an answer, swept over to the drinks cabinet and poured out a shot of whiskey for each of them.
"You think Harry can have one?" Sirius asked, "Might calm him down," he explained.
Suprisingly, Snape snorted. He downed his drink, poured himself another and sat in a chair near Sirius and Harry. Remus sat in one opposite Snape and fumbled with his glass.
"What?" Remus finally asked.
"Potter, you want to tell them or shall I?" Snape asked, looking at the mop of messy raven hair that was rested on Sirius shoulder. Harry looked up and his eyes pleaded with Snape and he sniffed at him.
"Fine," Snape agreed, "The reason I will not give Mr Potter a drink, and why he is crying is this. He's pregnant."
This had exactly the reaction Harry and Snape had envisioned. Sirius jumped up, sending Harry flying onto the floor, and began to yell at Snape. He had the idea that HE was the father. Remus went white and dropped his glass. It smashed with a loud bang, and whiskey leaked all over the floor. Then he noticed Harry on the floor, and rushed to help him up. Sirius and Snape hadn't noticed them being too busy yelling at each other. Remus pulled Harry onto the couch and cradled his head in his hands and looked into his eyes, which were brimming with unshed tears.
"Is it true?" Remus whispered.
"Yes," Harry whispered and nodded his head slightly. Remus pulled him into a tight hug and Harry dipped his head into the curve on Remus' shoulder. Then he asked something else, "Who's the father?"
"I can't tell you. You'll hate me even more," Harry sniffed, his voice muffled by Remus' robes.
"Harry," Remus said intensely, "We don't hate you. We could never hate you. We are just - a - little ... shocked. Sirius is dealing with it. This is how he does it. He gets mad, breaks something," - there was a loud crash from the vague direction of Sirius - "and then he accepts it. He'll be fine. You'll be fine. We don't hate you, we're gonna help you through this."
"Really?" Harry asked weakly, raising his head and looking at Remus through tear smudged eyes.
"Yes," Remus said simply, "How far along are you?"
"One month," Harry said. To Remus he sounded vaguely proud as he talked of his child.
Remus nodded, "How long have you known?"
Harry sat up fully and pulled up his sleeve. He squinted at his watch and announced, "Twenty three minutes."
Remus chuckled quietly, "I see. How long have you suspected you were ..."
"Pregnant?" Harry suggested happily, "Since Potions this morning. We made the Contraceptive Potion. Snape said both men and women could take it, so we were all like what? He explained it was possible. Noone else knew. I didn't know men could be pregnant til then. But, it all fitted. I had morning sickness, I was tired all the time and I had put on weight. When I found out it was possible, I had to know. I never expected it to be positive. All I wanted to do was put that possibility to the back of my mind. So, I nicked a book from the library and asked Snape in my detention if he could perform it on me. Then I fainted." Harry blushed slightly and Remus smiled.
"Why Severus?" Remus asked curiously.
Harry shrugged, "I don't really know. Temporary moment of insanity? Erm ... well I suppose I thought he'd understand. He did. I couldn't go to you in case it was false, then you'd know I'd..." Harry blushed.
"I see," Remus chuckled.
"Are you mad?"
"Me? Not really. I wish you had trusted us enough to come to us, but no. Sirius looks slightly agitated now, but Severus has body binded him now. You can explain further." Remus beamed.
Harry sniffed and more tears fell, "Thank you. Moony, I'm so scared." Harry flung his arms around the werewolves' neck and cried again.
Snape released a furious Sirius from his binds and made him promise to be calm. Sirius reluctantly agreed and sat next to Harry and Remus on the couch. He shot Remus a pleading and apologetic look, which was replied with a 'be-nice' look from the werewolf himself. Remus plied Harry away from his neck and slowly turned him around to Sirius. He immediately took his position and soon began to soothe the distraught boy. Remus stood up and walked over to where Snape was standing - the liqueur cabinet. He had another drink in his hand, which he regularly took sips from, and his face wore an almost pitying expression.
"Remus spoke in a low whisper, "Do you know who the other father is?"
Snape looked at Remus, sighed and replied, "No. I got it out of Sirius' head that it wasn't me. Harry told me before that he's been at Hogwarts. But that doesn't really narrow it down. It could be an old Quidditch Team mate, Prefect, student, anyone really. I have my suspicions, but that is all they are."
Remus nodded, "I dare say we'll find out soon enough though. He may return, or when it's born, it may look like him. We may be able to tell from that. Or Harry may give in and tell us eventually."
"I highly doubt that. Look at him. He isn't going to tell and it's illegal to give Veritaserum to people who are pregnant. Harms the foetus," Snape said calmly.
"Oh ..." was all Remus had to say, "You considered it then?" He smirked.
"Of course," Snape said wryly, "I'm curious. Could have been a Slytherin."
"Really?" Remus said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows at the 'Slytherin' suggestion.
"He's scared," Snape said abruptly after a couple of minutes of silence, apart from Harry's sobs, which were growing quieter.
"I know," Remus said softly, "He'll be fine though. He always is. He'll be OK."
"Will he though?" Snape asked critically, "He has no plans for after school. He told me. He never expected to live this long for God's sake. He expected Voldemort to kill him. He's not talking to Weasley and Granger, or his fan club only Finnigan and Thomas. Now I think about it, he rarely comes to breakfast . . . or lunch if I recall correctly. He's completely cut himself off. Studying I believe, he's actually doing well in Potions, loathe I admit it."
"What?" Remus asked sharply.
"Talk to the boy. The Headmaster will let you stay. But I believe more answers are due yes?"
Remus nodded and looked down at Harry. He had calmed down and was simply holding Sirius, who on the other hand was looking distinctly pissed, still mad and wanting answers. Snape sat down in an armchair and waited for Remus to speak.
"Harry," Remus said reluctantly, "We need to talk."
Harry withdrew from the embrace and sat back against the couch. He pulled an emerald cushion from behind him and placed it on his lap, hugging it close. Then he nodded, "What do you want to know?"
"Who's the father?" Sirius immediately demanded.
Harry sighed, "I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Look, I'm not telling you yet. Maybe not ever. I'll tell you about our... situation though. OK?" Harry compromised hopefully.
"I suppose," Sirius said reluctantly.
"OK," Harry said and he stood up and began to slowly walk up and down the corridors, the three men in the room following his every movement, "He ... we never used to like each other. Before the thing with Voldemort, our rows and dislike had simmered down, but afterwards, it completely stopped. I felt ... incomplete without our rows to be honest. But it didn't really bother me, but then, at Halloween, he apologised. It was expected of us not to talk in public or be seen so we weren't. We became friends, best friends then more ... just before Christmas. We were together six months before we ..." Harry blushed and everyone got the picture, "But them he stopped talking to me. He was acting very strangely, then he dumped me. Two days later he disappeared. I haven't seen him since."
"Was it a Slytherin?" Snape asked curiously. Harry said nothing, but his blush deepened. Snape smirked and Sirius shot Remus a look.
"Harry ..." Sirius whined.
"What?" Harry shot back defensively.
"Nothing, nothing." Sirius said innocently.
"Good."
"Harry, look I know this is embarrassing, I know you probably want me dead, but why didn't you use protection?" Sirius begged.
'Like you and Moony do,' Harry thought, 'Take your own advice mate.'
"Sirius, I only found out it was possible for me to have a child this morning, never mind a bloody month ago. I probably would of if I even had an inkling about it ... and there's all that spur of the moment crap."
'Take that, you'll blush now!!' Harry thought.
Sirius blushed, "Harry!!"
"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered, 'Not.'
"Well, we need to tell people. Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledore ..."
"No!!" Harry exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"Noone can know, please. I can't take it Sirius. It's always me. Bloody Rita Skeeter'll reckon it's a publicity stunt know Voldemort has gone. Please!!" Harry begged.
"Harry its not something we can hide We need professional help," Sirius whined.
"Sirius, no! It's my child, my body, I'll decide. I don't want anyone to know. I don't care if I have to move to America or something and change my appearance, noone can know!!" Harry insisted.
"But, we need a Medi-witch Harry, we need help." Sirius said.
"Excuse me," Snape said, "But I believe I can help there."
"What?" Sirius asked wearily.
"I said I may be able to help."
"Snape, stop talking in riddles, I have a headache," moaned Sirius.
"I trained to be a Healer, before I realised Potions was my forte. Then I got my Masters in Potions." Snape said reluctantly.
"Really?" Remus asked.
"Yes." Snape said reluctantly.
"So you'll help?" Harry piped up.
"If you so wish." Snape nodded.
"Thank you so much. I knew there was a reason you were my favourite teacher," Harry said happily. Snape and Sirius snorted and Sirius spoke again.
"But why don't you want people to know Harry? There has to be another reason?"
"I can't handle it. The last few months have been hell Sirius, the worst of my life. Worse than the ten years locked in the Dursleys cupboard, worse than when the whole school thought I was the heir of Slytherin, worse than when Ron has been jealous of the damn scar on my head. It'll be sooo much worse. I'll be pointed at, people will be prying into my life all the time. I've had enough of it. And the other father will be found out. I can see the headlines now! 'Boy Who Lived Gay! Pregnant with Unknown Father's Child! Turn to page fricking four for our suggestions, five for photos, and six for how much danger he's in!"
"Harry, your blowing this out of proportion!" Sirius exclaimed weakly, even though he knew it was true.
"No I'm not. Anymore questions?" Harry snapped.
"But ... what ... I'm ... Harry ..." Sirius whined.
"Sirius please, I'll think about it OK? But not yet." Harry said.
"Fine, you know how this is all gonna happen right?" Sirius winced.
"I'm tired ... " Harry yawned an stretched, his back cracking.
"You know right?" Remus persisted.
"Yes," Harry sighed, "I charm will turn my bottom half into a girl so I can give birth. It's going to hurt like hell. Can I go to bed? We can talk tomorrow, your staying right?"
Harry sighed, "Yes, Harry go. See you tomorrow. Sleep properly, maybe eat something?"
"Whatever, I'll only throw it up," he muttered, "Night Sirius, Remus. Thank you everyone, night.... Professor Snape." Harry said and he walked out of the chambers, yawning.
~*~
Walking back to Gryffindor tower, Harry wiped his eyes dry and thought over what had happened. To say he was surprised at the reactions was an understatement.
'That was ... unexpected,' Harry thought, 'I thought Sirius would be worse than that. I never expected Snape to be so ... nice, and offer to help. Oh, shit, better not spread that, it'll spoil his reputation. Ah screw that, noone would believe me anyways.
I can't believe it. It's a dream, right? I'm gonna wake up in a minute, it's all one crappy dream. One crap ... ow, maybe not. Mental note, don't pinch, it hurts.
I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby. A child. My baby. Mine. A boy it said. A son. It's all going to be OK. I won't be alone anymore. I've got a baby. My baby. No one can or will take him away from me. Never.'
"Oi, Harry mate, you OK?"
"Huh?"
"Harry?"
"What?"
"Er, you've been standing in front of the portrait for like two and a half minutes, not saying anything," the voice answered.
"Seamus?"
"Yep. ME. You OK?" Look like you been crying..." Seamus said matter-of- factly and clasped a hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry blushed, "Yeah, I'm OK now, been talking to Sirius and Remus."
"Sirius Black?"
"Yep, ex-convict, mass murderer, ecetera, ecetera, ecetera. I can introduce you if I like."
"Er..."
"Going in then?"
"Sure."
"You got the password?"
"Right. I take it you don't? It's Godric Gryffindor."
"Obvious ent it? Slytherins could guess that."
"It's Rons."
"Oh. That explains it." The Fat Lady swung forwards and Harry and Seamus walked into the Common Room. There was a lot of noise and people and was just too busy, and Harry was feeling ill and tired.
"Look, Seam, I'm gonna go to bed OK?"
"Harry, it's only half eight." Seamus exclaimed.
"I'm knackered. I'll see you in the morning."
"Aye. Night Harry."
Harry smiled gratefully and fled to the Gryffindor dorms. The room was empty... except for Trevor on Nevilles bed. Harry shrugged his robes off and discarded the rest of his clothes on the floor. Clad only in his boxers, Harry flung himself on his bed and drew his curtains.
He leant against his headboard, pulled his quilt back, and looked at his stomach. It didn't really look much different. He supposed his stomach muscles were a bit looser and there was a slight bump. He ran his hand over his stomach and rested it on the bump. He sighed and closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly, for once his dreams only full of pleasant dreams and thoughts instead of visions, nightmares and flash backs of the night Ron and Hermione almost died, Voldemort died and a part of Harry died, that was revived the moment Harry knew he was bringing new life to the earth.
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