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: 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:
SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!!
Black and White
Chapter 3: Leaving Feast
The last two days of school in Harry's opinion, blowed. He'd thrown up twice the day after Snape, Sirius and Remus found out. Once in the Gryffindor bathroom in the morning and another time in the corridor. Fortunately or unfortunately - Harry was unsure as Professor Snape had seen, and he was now drinking foul potions - ("Sir why do these taste so bad? I mean you're a Potions Master, surely you can do something about the taste." "5 points form Gryffindor Potter.") - but at least he hadn't thrown up since.
Seamus was getting suspicious - there was no way he'd guess, but he knew something was up. Dean and Neville on the other hand were just happy they weren't waking up to and showering to Harry retching.
Ron was still not talking to him at all, but Harry considered this a blessing. Hermione wasn't speaking to him either, but neither were a few other people, people Ron and Hermione, as Head Boy and Girl had influence over. Mostly First Years though,
He'd still been blanking out in classes, still not quite believing what was happening to him. Professors were just thinking he was worrying about what he was going to do after school. Plus he was the Boy Who Lived, saviour of the Wizarding World, the only teacher who dared to take points off him was Snape, and he had no classes left with him.
Remus and Sirius were still at Hogwarts, Remus helping in DADA classes and Sirius was... being Sirius. Bugging Snape, stalking Harry and asking who the father was, scaring the other students ('He was a mental ex-convict right? He couldn't have a little fun with that?' he had protested to Remus when he had been chastised.) and dying the Slytherins hair, were all a major part of Sirius' day. The last thing Harry had been fretting over was the Graduation speech he had to prepare. He, Hermione and Ron all had to speak, and all he had was,
Greetings Ladies, Gentlemen, students and Professors,
I have been asked to speak about my years at Hogwarts so I'll be
honest, they were crap. Every year I've been bloody hounded by the
press and an evil madman out for my blood. It's fucking crap. Now the
bastard is gone, so you can all sod off - actually there are three
people who this doesn't count to, but, hell I'm quite glad I'm
leaving. So, fuck you!
He didn't think this was going to be acceptable, so he still needed to write a proper version. Harry didn't personally see anything wrong with his first version but Seamus apparently told him it might not be fitting to present in front of the headmaster, Harry had said that, "The Headmaster can screw himself."
Seamus simply snorted and said, "Whatever you say Harry, whatever you say."
So Harry still had no speech and he was due to give it in two hours and thirty six minutes ... thirty five minutes.
'Crap' thought Harry, and subconsciously his hand drifted to his stomach and he began to rub his stomach in circles.
Harry didn't hear the door open, and Sirius and Remus enter. To them Harry looked peaceful. He was sitting at the desk in his dorm, leaning back on his chair. His eyes were closed and his robes were open. His hand was under his shirt, rubbing in circles, his unborn child.
Sirius coughed and Harry opened his eyes and tried to get up, forgetting he was leaning back on his chair. He fell forwards and landed on his hands and knees.
"Shit!" He yelled as he fell.
"Language," Remus said as Sirius helped him up.
Harry simply smirked and smoothed down his robes.
"How are you feeling?" Remus asked and Sirius sat happily at Harry's desk and began looking through the drafts of his speech.
"OK. I'm not nauseous anymore. Always good." Harry shrugged.
"Harry?" Sirius interrupted, "Where's your speech?"
Harry frowned and sorted through the sheets of parchment. He came to one and offered it to Sirius, "Here."
"Harry?" Sirius asked a second later.
"What? It's truthful."
"Let me see," Remus said and took the offered sheet from Sirius.
"Ah," he said as he finished it, "It's ... you know, interesting Harry."
"What's wrong with it?" Harry said defensively.
"Er..." Remus said, unsure of what to say so he wouldn't upset the boy. A pregnant boy at that.
"Too short, and you can't swear." Sirius said.
"I'll make it up as I go along. It'll be better, on the spur of the moment and all that." Harry reasoned.
Remus coughed and blushed, obviously remembering the conversation where this had come up previously. He glanced at Harry and saw a simply amused look, and a grin appearing on his face.
"I remember," Harry said wickedly, "I was telling you I slept with the father of my child on the spur of the moment."
Sirius' eyes widened and he blushed as well, "Too much information Harry, too much information."
Harry smirked, "You gonna stay here all day or you gonna let me at least attempt another version of my speech?"
"Harry, there are subtler ways of asking us to leave," Remus pointed out.
"Yeah, 'piss off'," Harry said.
"Harry ..."
"Yeah, I know language," Harry sighed.
"See you later Harry," Remus and Sirius said, and Sirius stuck his head back in the room.
"You wanna tell me the father Harry?"
"No." Harry said simply, "Bye Sirius."
Harry sat back at his desk and closed his eyes. He heard the door click closed and thought, 'Now all I have to do is write my speech.'
~*~
Harry was nervous. Harry was very nervous. He was actually feeling nauseous, from nerves rather than morning sickness, which had plagued him for over a week.
He was sitting between Sally Anne Perks, a blonde Hufflepuff who talked a lot, and who was very excited to sit next to the Harry Potter, who apparently was, 'a total inspiration to everyone ... not to mention drop dead gorgeous,' and Dean Thomas, who rolled his eyes as Harry repeatedly said 'yes', 'of course,' and 'oh I agree,' to the very perky Sally Anne, who had kindly told Harry to call her Sal. They along with the many other leaving seventh years were sitting in a very long alphabetical line at the front of the hall with the teachers at a table to the side. On the other side of the hell was a podium with Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick (the Headmaster, Deputy Headmistress and the Heads of the Houses) seated next to it. And of course in front of everyone, were the parents, family and friends of the Leaving Seventh Years.
Harry cast an appraising eye over the audience, looking for faces he recognised. He saw a sea of redheads at the very front of the audience, everyone being there, including Fred and George complete with lime green dragon scale jackets, and minus Percy who had been killed at the Final Battle. Near them was a couple Harry vaguely recognised from the train station as Hermiones parents, and another couple he knew to be Seamus' parents.
"Harry look, my parents are here, do you think you could wave? Sally Anne asked breathlessly, and waved at her parents. Harry shot her a 'you are mental' look - which she didn't see - and saw Dean sniggering out of the corner of his eye. He raised his hand and waggled his fingers. He looked at the Great Hall doors which had just opened, and saw Remus and Sirius walking in ... well they were more running really, they were late, as Sirius normally was. Sirius and Remus hurried to their seats, conveniently in the middle of the block of seats, so they began to pick and push through the crowd. Fortunately, Sirius and Remus' reputations (insane Azkaban escapee and werewolf) preceded them and many people moved out of the way of the two men.
Harry sniggered. Sally Anne was currently waving at someone else so he reached and pinched Dean on the back of the neck.
"Ow!" he hissed.
"Ssh!" Harry insisted, "Watch this ..."
Dean nodded and watched.
"Hey, look my guardians have arrived!" Harry exclaimed.
"Ooh, where?" Sally Anne squealed.
Harry raised his hand and waved at Sirius and Remus, who probably due to Sirius' mental grinning, had very few people around them, all of them having shuffled their seats away.
"Is that?" Sally Anne whispered.
"What?" Harry whispered innocently.
"Sirius Black?" she whispered back, very quietly as if he might hear her and come up and ... kill her or something.
"Yeah, you want me to introduce you?" he asked and he and Dean watched as a terrified look came over her face. Deab struggled to keep his chuckles silent, while Harry just kept a straight face, actually insulted. He'd been planing on pretending, but did she have to look so disgusted? The man was innocent, he'd been in hell for 12 years under false pretences. He was perfectly sane ... OK, maybe not fully sane, he was a bit weird, but he'd been reliably informed (Remus) that he'd always been like that - funny, quirky, Sirius.
"Er ... " she muttered,
"What?" Harry snapped stonily.
"Is ... he's ..." Sally said weakly.
"He's great. He was falsely imprisoned for years. He was betrayed by one of his best friends, and he survived. He is practically my father, so if you have a problem with him you have a problem with me." Harry hissed under his breath.
'Where the fuck did that come from?' Harry though, 'Must be hormones. I didn't expect mood swings yet ... I wonder when the baby will start to kick ... hmmm ... why can't men have girls? I mean, well it said that men only had single boys, that doesn't mean it's not possible right?' Harry inwardly snorted, 'I'll probably have twin girls for just thinking that ...'
"Harry?" Dean whispered.
"Huh?"
"It's starting."
So it was. Professor Dumbledore - dressed in a deep purple robe and hat with silver stars on - was standing from his table with the Heads of Houses. With a staggering grace and slowness he walked up to the podium in the centre of the hall and cast a Sonorous Charm around it. He took a second to gaze over his audience and another to sweep his gaze over the waiting Seventh Years before he turned to the front to begin.
"Good evening ladies, gentlemen, students and staff. Welcome to our Leaving Classes' presentation evening.
This is a class that has seen so much through their years here. They have see and survived the second rising of Lord Voldemort, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, the very first Azkaban escapee - "
"Hey ... "
"I do apologise Mr Black."
"Damn straight."
'God Sirius, embarrass me even more why don't you?'
"They have seen a Triwizard Tournament, and have the Fourth Champion ad Winner amongst them. They have see and experienced the lure of the Dark Side, and everyone you see here tonight has resisted it, at great risk to their own lives. They have seen a great deal in their short years here. But that of course is not all. There have been Quidditch matches and Hogsmeade weekends. Detentions in the Forbidden Forest, sneaking around after hours and trips to the kitchens are all well practised traits of this class. Tonight we will present the Leaving Certificates, having our designated speeches and finally our famous Leaving Feast.
Now Professor McGonagall will call out each of you and you will each receive a certificate of the completion of your education. Thank you."
Professor Dumbledore was applauded and he stood down. He stood next to the podium, on the left of Professor McGonagall and the Heads of Houses stood next to him. Dumbledore first in the line, conjured a stack of scrolls and McGonagall began.
"Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff."
A short girl stood from her chair and walked to Dumbledore. She took the scroll from him and shook his hand. She did this each in turn with Snape, Sprout, Flitwick and McGonagall and she sat back down.
"Susan Bones, Hufflepuff."
The process started again and carried on seamlessly until,
"Hermione Granger, Head Girl, Gryffindor."
Hermione stood up and walked to Dumbledore who handed her her scroll. Then she burst into tears and was hurried along the line by Snape who sneered at her. She sat down next to Anthony Goldstein and Daphne Greengrass. Anthony, a Ravenclaw patted her awkwardly on the back and tried to stop her crying, whereas Daphne, a Slytherin, just looked at Hermione with barely a glance and laughter in her eyes and stood up for her turn. Harry repressed a snort at Hermiones antics and waited. It was nearing his turn.
"Harry Potter, Gryffindor."
'Crap' thought Harry and he stood up. The crowd was different now. Oh ... they were mostly wizards and witches who weren't used to seeing him on a daily basis, which meant they were all very excited to be seeing Harry leaving. But Harry didn't want to be seen so he simply ignored them and walked up to Dumbledore.
Harry walked up to Dumbledore, the eyes of the audience painfully boring into him and following him as he walked. As if feeling threatened Harry placed his hand on his stomach and stood before the Headmaster. The scroll was handed to him and he shook his hand.
"Harry my boy, I'm very proud of you," Dumbledore said, a smile apparent on his face. Harry smiled weakly and moved onto the next - Professor Snape. He stuck out his hand, holding the scroll flat against his stomach with his hand. Snape briefly touched Harry's palm before his hand flickered down to Harry's stomach. Snape muttered quietly, "Hand Potter."
Harry moved his and away and it fell loosely to his side, clutching the scroll, before he moved to shake the other hands awaiting him.
~*~
"Thank you very much Miss Granger and Mr Weasley. A delightful speech. Now we are to have our guest speaker, Mr Harry Potter, speak. But first I wish to say a few words about this extraordinary young man amongst us.
Harry here has seen and done more for our world than most, if not all here. I'm sure everyone here knows his story, it is one that will be told for many generations to come. Harry has fulfilled the world's expectations of him, at no obligation. He did not have to save us all, and I'm sure, I know it has been difficult for him. In dark times he has been our beacon of light, a figure head for the cause of the light, and now he has put an end to this era of darkness.
Harry defeated Lord Voldemort, and I know the world is thankful to him for doing so. No longer do people hide in their homes, under fear of an attack, no longer will people be afraid of their bloodlines. We should be very grateful to him, for he has sacrificed a great deal, a normal life, his privacy, and people that have been close to him. Please give a hand for Mr Harry Potter." Dumbledore said with a flourish and the hall began to thunder applause.
Straining hard to keep the blush off his face, Harry slowly stood from his seat, and felt Deans hand on his arm, silently wishing him luck. He walked carefully over to the podium, keeping his dark head bent until he was ready to speak.
'Shit!' he thought as he walked up to the vacated podium, 'I should have prepared better. I mean I only worked on it for a minute or two. Oh my God. I'm going to die. Please let the floor open up and swallow me! OK, it's not gonna work, I'm going to do this. I can do this, a nice speech, nice, I can be inspiring, and all the other crap you're supposed to do when you do a speech like this. I can do this. OK, now ...'
Harry took a deep breath and raised his head. Sirius and Remus looked on proudly at the boy, they had a hand in raising. He was confident, a fine young man. He was a lightness in darkness, a powerful wizard. No he was more than that, he was possibly the most powerful wizard of the time. He was so wise for his years, so innocent and naïve.... OK maybe not innocent he was pregnant, but through all he had seen he still had a youthful quality about him. He was smart, cheeky and full of sparkling conversation and ideas when he wasn't pissed off. He was cunning and brave, noble and honest, and a pleasure to be around. To say Sirius was proud of this handsome young man was an understatement, he was so much more. Remus and Sirius watched as Harry finally looked up, revealing all seeing emerald orbs, and his scar. His ebony hair was haphazard as usual, although longer than he usually wore it. His cheeks hand a healthy glow and he looked happy and confident, whereas in reality he was as nervous as hell.
'OK, OK, Sirius and Remus are there. I'll concentrate on them. Yep, OK, OK, OK...'
"Good evening ladies, gentlemen, staff an my fellow students. When I was asked to do this speech, I honestly didn't know what to say. My years here at Hogwarts have been... there are no words to describe.
I was so enthralled when I arrived here, young and hopelessly oblivious, and found out who I was. I'd been a wizard only days and I'd already had politics thrust upon me, and I'd chosen my side and formed my prejudices, which I bitterly regret. At the Sorting, or just before I found myself worrying that the hat had made a mistake, and it would decide I wasn't a wizard at all, and I'd have to get back on the train. Instead I found myself fighting the hat against being placed in Slytherin. I believed all Slytherins were evil, as all Slytherins I had met so far were pretty horrid. I know now that that is not the case, as should you, as we see students here from the house we all are prejudice against, and we have students lost to the Dark from all houses in all the years of Hogwarts. Only two people knew of the hats wish to place me in Slytherin, and for years I have strived not to be compared to Tom Riddle, whether it be in looks, traits or personality. Now, seven years later I can say I am like him, but I did not allow power to consume me, and I never will.
My years at Hogwarts have been the best of my life. I made the best friends of my life here, and although things are changing, we're changing, I hope we will still remain as one. A class almost fully against Voldemort, and one that has survived his reign.
What am I going to miss? I'll miss everything. Being berated and yelled at in Potions, a class I barely scraped by in. I counted. I blew up 34 cauldrons over my years, only beaten by one other. What can I say Potions has and never will be my best subject as can be see by the number of hours I spent in detention, scrubbing cauldrons with my toothbrush, or alphabetising ingredients. I would also like to take a minute to note that I never taken anything personally from the store cupboard, contrary to popular belief. Although I and my friends did brew Polyjuice Potion when we were 12, but that's besides the point.
I'm going to miss Quidditch and the freedom it gives me, although not the hours I have spent in the Hospital Wing because of it. Personally I thought I should of had a private bed, I spent so much time in there, but never mind. I can remember being told as a 12 year old to catch the Snitch or die trying. I believe that was the game I had all the bones removed from my arm, by a DADA Professor.
I'm going to miss staying up til three in the morning with the boys in my dorm and finishing forgotten Transfiguration homework, or God forbid Potions. I'm going to miss predicting my own death in Divination, or at least the prospect and memory of it. By the time I gave it up I was running out of ways to die anyway. I'm going to miss solving things around the school, where the Philosophers Stone was, where the Chamber of Secrets was and what a basilisk was doing in the pipes, what really happened between Pettigrew and Sirius, and of course the Tri-Wizard Tournament clues. I'll miss wandering around after hours in my cloak, and even getting caught. I'll miss sneaking into the Forbidden Forest and meeting Acromantulas one of whom I'm reliably informed is called Aragog. I'll miss Fluffy, Fang, and the other animals we met in Care Of Magical Creatures, like Buckbeak, who I admit I helped escape.
I spent the best years of my life here, and honest to God I don't want to leave. Bot I know we all need to move on, and start new phases of our lives. To start jobs, get married ... have children and be sitting here in 20 years time.
Now we need to enjoy life. There is no darkness over our heads, there is no fear, we are all free.
Thank you everyone and good night." Harry smiled at the audience before he sat down, blushing from the tremendous amount of applause he had received/ Harry had the ability to capture the attention of any room, including one with Sirius Black in it. As he leant back, Dumbledore began to speak again, and Dean clapped him on the back and grinned.
"Great speech mate," he said quietly.
Sally Anne sniffed, her having shed several tears - for some unknown reason.
"That was a lovely speech. Made me cry see," she said.
'Hufflepuffs' thought Harry.
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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: 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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Black and White
Chapter 3: Leaving Feast
The last two days of school in Harry's opinion, blowed. He'd thrown up twice the day after Snape, Sirius and Remus found out. Once in the Gryffindor bathroom in the morning and another time in the corridor. Fortunately or unfortunately - Harry was unsure as Professor Snape had seen, and he was now drinking foul potions - ("Sir why do these taste so bad? I mean you're a Potions Master, surely you can do something about the taste." "5 points form Gryffindor Potter.") - but at least he hadn't thrown up since.
Seamus was getting suspicious - there was no way he'd guess, but he knew something was up. Dean and Neville on the other hand were just happy they weren't waking up to and showering to Harry retching.
Ron was still not talking to him at all, but Harry considered this a blessing. Hermione wasn't speaking to him either, but neither were a few other people, people Ron and Hermione, as Head Boy and Girl had influence over. Mostly First Years though,
He'd still been blanking out in classes, still not quite believing what was happening to him. Professors were just thinking he was worrying about what he was going to do after school. Plus he was the Boy Who Lived, saviour of the Wizarding World, the only teacher who dared to take points off him was Snape, and he had no classes left with him.
Remus and Sirius were still at Hogwarts, Remus helping in DADA classes and Sirius was... being Sirius. Bugging Snape, stalking Harry and asking who the father was, scaring the other students ('He was a mental ex-convict right? He couldn't have a little fun with that?' he had protested to Remus when he had been chastised.) and dying the Slytherins hair, were all a major part of Sirius' day. The last thing Harry had been fretting over was the Graduation speech he had to prepare. He, Hermione and Ron all had to speak, and all he had was,
Greetings Ladies, Gentlemen, students and Professors,
I have been asked to speak about my years at Hogwarts so I'll be
honest, they were crap. Every year I've been bloody hounded by the
press and an evil madman out for my blood. It's fucking crap. Now the
bastard is gone, so you can all sod off - actually there are three
people who this doesn't count to, but, hell I'm quite glad I'm
leaving. So, fuck you!
He didn't think this was going to be acceptable, so he still needed to write a proper version. Harry didn't personally see anything wrong with his first version but Seamus apparently told him it might not be fitting to present in front of the headmaster, Harry had said that, "The Headmaster can screw himself."
Seamus simply snorted and said, "Whatever you say Harry, whatever you say."
So Harry still had no speech and he was due to give it in two hours and thirty six minutes ... thirty five minutes.
'Crap' thought Harry, and subconsciously his hand drifted to his stomach and he began to rub his stomach in circles.
Harry didn't hear the door open, and Sirius and Remus enter. To them Harry looked peaceful. He was sitting at the desk in his dorm, leaning back on his chair. His eyes were closed and his robes were open. His hand was under his shirt, rubbing in circles, his unborn child.
Sirius coughed and Harry opened his eyes and tried to get up, forgetting he was leaning back on his chair. He fell forwards and landed on his hands and knees.
"Shit!" He yelled as he fell.
"Language," Remus said as Sirius helped him up.
Harry simply smirked and smoothed down his robes.
"How are you feeling?" Remus asked and Sirius sat happily at Harry's desk and began looking through the drafts of his speech.
"OK. I'm not nauseous anymore. Always good." Harry shrugged.
"Harry?" Sirius interrupted, "Where's your speech?"
Harry frowned and sorted through the sheets of parchment. He came to one and offered it to Sirius, "Here."
"Harry?" Sirius asked a second later.
"What? It's truthful."
"Let me see," Remus said and took the offered sheet from Sirius.
"Ah," he said as he finished it, "It's ... you know, interesting Harry."
"What's wrong with it?" Harry said defensively.
"Er..." Remus said, unsure of what to say so he wouldn't upset the boy. A pregnant boy at that.
"Too short, and you can't swear." Sirius said.
"I'll make it up as I go along. It'll be better, on the spur of the moment and all that." Harry reasoned.
Remus coughed and blushed, obviously remembering the conversation where this had come up previously. He glanced at Harry and saw a simply amused look, and a grin appearing on his face.
"I remember," Harry said wickedly, "I was telling you I slept with the father of my child on the spur of the moment."
Sirius' eyes widened and he blushed as well, "Too much information Harry, too much information."
Harry smirked, "You gonna stay here all day or you gonna let me at least attempt another version of my speech?"
"Harry, there are subtler ways of asking us to leave," Remus pointed out.
"Yeah, 'piss off'," Harry said.
"Harry ..."
"Yeah, I know language," Harry sighed.
"See you later Harry," Remus and Sirius said, and Sirius stuck his head back in the room.
"You wanna tell me the father Harry?"
"No." Harry said simply, "Bye Sirius."
Harry sat back at his desk and closed his eyes. He heard the door click closed and thought, 'Now all I have to do is write my speech.'
~*~
Harry was nervous. Harry was very nervous. He was actually feeling nauseous, from nerves rather than morning sickness, which had plagued him for over a week.
He was sitting between Sally Anne Perks, a blonde Hufflepuff who talked a lot, and who was very excited to sit next to the Harry Potter, who apparently was, 'a total inspiration to everyone ... not to mention drop dead gorgeous,' and Dean Thomas, who rolled his eyes as Harry repeatedly said 'yes', 'of course,' and 'oh I agree,' to the very perky Sally Anne, who had kindly told Harry to call her Sal. They along with the many other leaving seventh years were sitting in a very long alphabetical line at the front of the hall with the teachers at a table to the side. On the other side of the hell was a podium with Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick (the Headmaster, Deputy Headmistress and the Heads of the Houses) seated next to it. And of course in front of everyone, were the parents, family and friends of the Leaving Seventh Years.
Harry cast an appraising eye over the audience, looking for faces he recognised. He saw a sea of redheads at the very front of the audience, everyone being there, including Fred and George complete with lime green dragon scale jackets, and minus Percy who had been killed at the Final Battle. Near them was a couple Harry vaguely recognised from the train station as Hermiones parents, and another couple he knew to be Seamus' parents.
"Harry look, my parents are here, do you think you could wave? Sally Anne asked breathlessly, and waved at her parents. Harry shot her a 'you are mental' look - which she didn't see - and saw Dean sniggering out of the corner of his eye. He raised his hand and waggled his fingers. He looked at the Great Hall doors which had just opened, and saw Remus and Sirius walking in ... well they were more running really, they were late, as Sirius normally was. Sirius and Remus hurried to their seats, conveniently in the middle of the block of seats, so they began to pick and push through the crowd. Fortunately, Sirius and Remus' reputations (insane Azkaban escapee and werewolf) preceded them and many people moved out of the way of the two men.
Harry sniggered. Sally Anne was currently waving at someone else so he reached and pinched Dean on the back of the neck.
"Ow!" he hissed.
"Ssh!" Harry insisted, "Watch this ..."
Dean nodded and watched.
"Hey, look my guardians have arrived!" Harry exclaimed.
"Ooh, where?" Sally Anne squealed.
Harry raised his hand and waved at Sirius and Remus, who probably due to Sirius' mental grinning, had very few people around them, all of them having shuffled their seats away.
"Is that?" Sally Anne whispered.
"What?" Harry whispered innocently.
"Sirius Black?" she whispered back, very quietly as if he might hear her and come up and ... kill her or something.
"Yeah, you want me to introduce you?" he asked and he and Dean watched as a terrified look came over her face. Deab struggled to keep his chuckles silent, while Harry just kept a straight face, actually insulted. He'd been planing on pretending, but did she have to look so disgusted? The man was innocent, he'd been in hell for 12 years under false pretences. He was perfectly sane ... OK, maybe not fully sane, he was a bit weird, but he'd been reliably informed (Remus) that he'd always been like that - funny, quirky, Sirius.
"Er ... " she muttered,
"What?" Harry snapped stonily.
"Is ... he's ..." Sally said weakly.
"He's great. He was falsely imprisoned for years. He was betrayed by one of his best friends, and he survived. He is practically my father, so if you have a problem with him you have a problem with me." Harry hissed under his breath.
'Where the fuck did that come from?' Harry though, 'Must be hormones. I didn't expect mood swings yet ... I wonder when the baby will start to kick ... hmmm ... why can't men have girls? I mean, well it said that men only had single boys, that doesn't mean it's not possible right?' Harry inwardly snorted, 'I'll probably have twin girls for just thinking that ...'
"Harry?" Dean whispered.
"Huh?"
"It's starting."
So it was. Professor Dumbledore - dressed in a deep purple robe and hat with silver stars on - was standing from his table with the Heads of Houses. With a staggering grace and slowness he walked up to the podium in the centre of the hall and cast a Sonorous Charm around it. He took a second to gaze over his audience and another to sweep his gaze over the waiting Seventh Years before he turned to the front to begin.
"Good evening ladies, gentlemen, students and staff. Welcome to our Leaving Classes' presentation evening.
This is a class that has seen so much through their years here. They have see and survived the second rising of Lord Voldemort, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, the very first Azkaban escapee - "
"Hey ... "
"I do apologise Mr Black."
"Damn straight."
'God Sirius, embarrass me even more why don't you?'
"They have seen a Triwizard Tournament, and have the Fourth Champion ad Winner amongst them. They have see and experienced the lure of the Dark Side, and everyone you see here tonight has resisted it, at great risk to their own lives. They have seen a great deal in their short years here. But that of course is not all. There have been Quidditch matches and Hogsmeade weekends. Detentions in the Forbidden Forest, sneaking around after hours and trips to the kitchens are all well practised traits of this class. Tonight we will present the Leaving Certificates, having our designated speeches and finally our famous Leaving Feast.
Now Professor McGonagall will call out each of you and you will each receive a certificate of the completion of your education. Thank you."
Professor Dumbledore was applauded and he stood down. He stood next to the podium, on the left of Professor McGonagall and the Heads of Houses stood next to him. Dumbledore first in the line, conjured a stack of scrolls and McGonagall began.
"Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff."
A short girl stood from her chair and walked to Dumbledore. She took the scroll from him and shook his hand. She did this each in turn with Snape, Sprout, Flitwick and McGonagall and she sat back down.
"Susan Bones, Hufflepuff."
The process started again and carried on seamlessly until,
"Hermione Granger, Head Girl, Gryffindor."
Hermione stood up and walked to Dumbledore who handed her her scroll. Then she burst into tears and was hurried along the line by Snape who sneered at her. She sat down next to Anthony Goldstein and Daphne Greengrass. Anthony, a Ravenclaw patted her awkwardly on the back and tried to stop her crying, whereas Daphne, a Slytherin, just looked at Hermione with barely a glance and laughter in her eyes and stood up for her turn. Harry repressed a snort at Hermiones antics and waited. It was nearing his turn.
"Harry Potter, Gryffindor."
'Crap' thought Harry and he stood up. The crowd was different now. Oh ... they were mostly wizards and witches who weren't used to seeing him on a daily basis, which meant they were all very excited to be seeing Harry leaving. But Harry didn't want to be seen so he simply ignored them and walked up to Dumbledore.
Harry walked up to Dumbledore, the eyes of the audience painfully boring into him and following him as he walked. As if feeling threatened Harry placed his hand on his stomach and stood before the Headmaster. The scroll was handed to him and he shook his hand.
"Harry my boy, I'm very proud of you," Dumbledore said, a smile apparent on his face. Harry smiled weakly and moved onto the next - Professor Snape. He stuck out his hand, holding the scroll flat against his stomach with his hand. Snape briefly touched Harry's palm before his hand flickered down to Harry's stomach. Snape muttered quietly, "Hand Potter."
Harry moved his and away and it fell loosely to his side, clutching the scroll, before he moved to shake the other hands awaiting him.
~*~
"Thank you very much Miss Granger and Mr Weasley. A delightful speech. Now we are to have our guest speaker, Mr Harry Potter, speak. But first I wish to say a few words about this extraordinary young man amongst us.
Harry here has seen and done more for our world than most, if not all here. I'm sure everyone here knows his story, it is one that will be told for many generations to come. Harry has fulfilled the world's expectations of him, at no obligation. He did not have to save us all, and I'm sure, I know it has been difficult for him. In dark times he has been our beacon of light, a figure head for the cause of the light, and now he has put an end to this era of darkness.
Harry defeated Lord Voldemort, and I know the world is thankful to him for doing so. No longer do people hide in their homes, under fear of an attack, no longer will people be afraid of their bloodlines. We should be very grateful to him, for he has sacrificed a great deal, a normal life, his privacy, and people that have been close to him. Please give a hand for Mr Harry Potter." Dumbledore said with a flourish and the hall began to thunder applause.
Straining hard to keep the blush off his face, Harry slowly stood from his seat, and felt Deans hand on his arm, silently wishing him luck. He walked carefully over to the podium, keeping his dark head bent until he was ready to speak.
'Shit!' he thought as he walked up to the vacated podium, 'I should have prepared better. I mean I only worked on it for a minute or two. Oh my God. I'm going to die. Please let the floor open up and swallow me! OK, it's not gonna work, I'm going to do this. I can do this, a nice speech, nice, I can be inspiring, and all the other crap you're supposed to do when you do a speech like this. I can do this. OK, now ...'
Harry took a deep breath and raised his head. Sirius and Remus looked on proudly at the boy, they had a hand in raising. He was confident, a fine young man. He was a lightness in darkness, a powerful wizard. No he was more than that, he was possibly the most powerful wizard of the time. He was so wise for his years, so innocent and naïve.... OK maybe not innocent he was pregnant, but through all he had seen he still had a youthful quality about him. He was smart, cheeky and full of sparkling conversation and ideas when he wasn't pissed off. He was cunning and brave, noble and honest, and a pleasure to be around. To say Sirius was proud of this handsome young man was an understatement, he was so much more. Remus and Sirius watched as Harry finally looked up, revealing all seeing emerald orbs, and his scar. His ebony hair was haphazard as usual, although longer than he usually wore it. His cheeks hand a healthy glow and he looked happy and confident, whereas in reality he was as nervous as hell.
'OK, OK, Sirius and Remus are there. I'll concentrate on them. Yep, OK, OK, OK...'
"Good evening ladies, gentlemen, staff an my fellow students. When I was asked to do this speech, I honestly didn't know what to say. My years here at Hogwarts have been... there are no words to describe.
I was so enthralled when I arrived here, young and hopelessly oblivious, and found out who I was. I'd been a wizard only days and I'd already had politics thrust upon me, and I'd chosen my side and formed my prejudices, which I bitterly regret. At the Sorting, or just before I found myself worrying that the hat had made a mistake, and it would decide I wasn't a wizard at all, and I'd have to get back on the train. Instead I found myself fighting the hat against being placed in Slytherin. I believed all Slytherins were evil, as all Slytherins I had met so far were pretty horrid. I know now that that is not the case, as should you, as we see students here from the house we all are prejudice against, and we have students lost to the Dark from all houses in all the years of Hogwarts. Only two people knew of the hats wish to place me in Slytherin, and for years I have strived not to be compared to Tom Riddle, whether it be in looks, traits or personality. Now, seven years later I can say I am like him, but I did not allow power to consume me, and I never will.
My years at Hogwarts have been the best of my life. I made the best friends of my life here, and although things are changing, we're changing, I hope we will still remain as one. A class almost fully against Voldemort, and one that has survived his reign.
What am I going to miss? I'll miss everything. Being berated and yelled at in Potions, a class I barely scraped by in. I counted. I blew up 34 cauldrons over my years, only beaten by one other. What can I say Potions has and never will be my best subject as can be see by the number of hours I spent in detention, scrubbing cauldrons with my toothbrush, or alphabetising ingredients. I would also like to take a minute to note that I never taken anything personally from the store cupboard, contrary to popular belief. Although I and my friends did brew Polyjuice Potion when we were 12, but that's besides the point.
I'm going to miss Quidditch and the freedom it gives me, although not the hours I have spent in the Hospital Wing because of it. Personally I thought I should of had a private bed, I spent so much time in there, but never mind. I can remember being told as a 12 year old to catch the Snitch or die trying. I believe that was the game I had all the bones removed from my arm, by a DADA Professor.
I'm going to miss staying up til three in the morning with the boys in my dorm and finishing forgotten Transfiguration homework, or God forbid Potions. I'm going to miss predicting my own death in Divination, or at least the prospect and memory of it. By the time I gave it up I was running out of ways to die anyway. I'm going to miss solving things around the school, where the Philosophers Stone was, where the Chamber of Secrets was and what a basilisk was doing in the pipes, what really happened between Pettigrew and Sirius, and of course the Tri-Wizard Tournament clues. I'll miss wandering around after hours in my cloak, and even getting caught. I'll miss sneaking into the Forbidden Forest and meeting Acromantulas one of whom I'm reliably informed is called Aragog. I'll miss Fluffy, Fang, and the other animals we met in Care Of Magical Creatures, like Buckbeak, who I admit I helped escape.
I spent the best years of my life here, and honest to God I don't want to leave. Bot I know we all need to move on, and start new phases of our lives. To start jobs, get married ... have children and be sitting here in 20 years time.
Now we need to enjoy life. There is no darkness over our heads, there is no fear, we are all free.
Thank you everyone and good night." Harry smiled at the audience before he sat down, blushing from the tremendous amount of applause he had received/ Harry had the ability to capture the attention of any room, including one with Sirius Black in it. As he leant back, Dumbledore began to speak again, and Dean clapped him on the back and grinned.
"Great speech mate," he said quietly.
Sally Anne sniffed, her having shed several tears - for some unknown reason.
"That was a lovely speech. Made me cry see," she said.
'Hufflepuffs' thought Harry.
TBC ...
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