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 4: Memories
Harry sighed as he got onto the Hogwarts Express for the last time in his school career. He, Dean and Seamus bagged a compartment and they (Dean and Seamus mostly) were having a discussion about what they were planning on doing after school ended. Seamus was planning on working at the Ministry, he'd applied for a job as a trainee Obliviator in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes and also in the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and Dean was either going to get a job with his parents in the Muggle World (they owned a book shop) or get a job in Diagon Alley. Harry didn't really put much into this conversation. He wanted to, but frankly, he had very little to say.
His mind kept wandering to Ron and Hermione. He had always imagined this, his last train journey being with them. There was never until a year ago any reason he wouldn't have thought this. He inwardly sighed at his lost friendship, and thought back to when it had all started to go wrong ...
There was an attack. Voldemort and the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts. It was extremely unexpected, Snape hadn't heard from it in his spying and Harry's scar and visions had given no hints or signs pointing towards an attack. Noone had ever believed that Voldemort would have the gall to attack Hogwarts. Its wards and enchantments on the very walls were always considered too great for him to get past. But it did happen. It was a week and a half before the end of Harry's sixth Year and during dinner when it happened. Harry had just put a forkful of roast beef in his mouth when a sharp searing stab of pain shot through the famous scar on his forehead and the doors to the Great Hall opened and hundreds of Death Eaters appeared, streaming into the hall.
Screams echoed through the hall, from ever table, and the tables disappeared. The students fell to the floor before they stood terrified, looking between Harry, the Headmaster and the Death Eaters. The teachers, minus one, stood and pushed the younger students towards the back entrance of the hall, the Muggle-born students first.
Everyone tried to pull Harry back, his friends and the teachers who didn't realise that this was going to be when the prophecy was fulfilled. He fought his way to the front, determined to fight, determined to end this darkness they were living in. He'd been trained immensely for this from halfway through his fifth Year, when he was told of the Prophecy til now, the end of his Sixth Year, for the inevitable, and now it was going to end. Standing next to Dumbledore Harry waited for the first curse, as Dumbledore, Harry and the teachers stood in stale mate with the Death Eaters. Then a deadly voice from the back of the crowd whispered, but the silence in the hall made it sound like a shout, "Attack."
Nothing could of prepared Harry for the onslaught of curses sent his way. He hastily erected a shield and began to fight back.
The doors to the Hall were flung open again with a loud bang and people in multi coloured robes streamed in. Reinforcements. For the light. Aurors, Order members ... Weasleys.
The battle of Hogwarts had begun. As the battle commenced, the Head Boy and Girl herded as many students that would go out of the hall, leaving most of the Fifth, Sixth and Seventh Years behind. Suddenly a fresh wave of pain flowed through Harry's scar and the fighting crowds were swept to the side, and a tall spidery man glided down the pathway that had been made.
Harry was trembling in trepidation and fear as the man stalked to him, Pettigrew on his heels.
"Potter, we meet again."
"We sure do Tom," Harry teased. Why oh why did he have to taunt him? Could he get any stupider? No. He had to go and taunt and make fun of the Dark Lord in a century,
"Potter, please do desist in calling me that." Voldemort sneered.
"Oh why Tommy? It is your Muggle father's name after all. You aren't ... ashamed are you?" Harry asked sarcastically, 'Oh kill me now' he thought just as sarcastically.
"Your insolence will not last long boy. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort raised his wand and shot the curse at Harry.
Time seemed to move in slow motion for Harry as he saw the green light approaching him. His eyes widened and he flung himself to the floor, and the curse hit someone with a muffled scream over his shoulder. Harry couldn't tear his attention from Voldemort to see who it was as the Cruciatus Curse was flung at him and hit.
The pain of one thousand knives hitting and digging into his flesh hit him, and Harry gripped him wand firmly and gritted his teeth, not screaming in pain. No. He couldn't give Voldemort the satisfaction of that. Of seeing him in pain. The curse was lifted and Harry lifted his weary head to see Voldemort smirking at him. It was not a pretty sight, and made Harry's stomach turn in revulsion.
"Very good Potter. You know you are very brave, very pretty. I will spare your life, you could be of use to me. Join me become one of us. Potter ... Harry ... none of these are your real friends. None of them are loyal to you. The Mudblood and the Weasel ... they care for you little, they care more for each other. The school, they turn against you too don't they boy? You remember in your Second Year, when they found out you were a Parselmouth, a noble gift. You remember the Tri-Wizard tournament boy? They all supported that pathetic Diggory boy, they were jealous Potter, they hated you. They aren't loyal to you. They just use you. When you aren't saving the school from one disaster or another, they love you, but honestly it's a different story. All they want is the Boy Who Lived. Join me Harry, and you could be so much more than that. You could have so much power and respect, more than you could ever imagine. What do you say Harry?" Voldemort purred, and held out his spider like hand.
The Great Hall together held its breath. During the speech, the students in the hall ... there were very few of them now, many having fled, or been carried out as they were injured, had realised none of them knew Harry. Noone knew Harry. Not even Ron and Hermione. They all knew the Boy Who Lived. Silent tears fell down Hermiones cheeks as she realised - as much as it pained her - it was nearly, if not all true. Hermione stood in the middle of the battle just standing staring at Voldemort and Harry. She never saw the Coma Curse and Splitting hexes that were simultaneously shot at her, as she blacked out before she hit the ground, next to the body of Percy Weasley, who had taken the curse that Harry had ducked.
As Hermione fell Harry stared at Voldemort, 'It's all true' he thought, 'It really is. What's keeping me here? Oh God, what am I saying? I'm good, not evil. I won't become the next Dark Lord. No. No. No matter how tempting... no screw that. It wasn't tempting. Shit. I just need to kill the bugger or be killed. Just get it over with and we'll all be happy. Yup. Yup. OK.'
"Fuck you," Harry sneered and raised his wand, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A bright green light shot out of Harry's wand and hit Voldemort square in the chest. His slit like crimson eyes widened and his lipless mouth opened and he let out a high pitched, ear splitting cry. Harry watched in grim fascination as Voldemorts tall thin frame fell to the floor, unmoving, lifeless, dead. Harry took a step forwards, his eyes burning the colour of Avada Kedavra, and he said quietly, "Incendio." The body burst into splitting green and blue flames, flaring high in the Hall once, before going out completely, leaving only a small pile os dark black ash, where Voldemort once lay. Harry looked darkly at the ashes before he fell swiftly onto his backside.
'I killed someone,' he thought, 'Oh God, I'm a murderer. I'm gonna throw up. Shit, no I'm OK. Oh God there are so many dead...'
Harry looked around the hall. The Death Eaters had fled - the ones that weren't dead or bound. Bodies littered the floor, and many sat stunned and shocked on the floor. A tear leaked out of Harry's eye, which he hastily brushed away, and his eyes laid on Rons crumpled form. His red headed friend was laying on the floor, his chest rising and falling merely millimetres, the only sign of life. A muffled sob escaped Harry's parched throat as he looked and he quickly searched for Hermione. She was also lying motionless on the ground, tiny cuts littering every inch of her body. Harry watched as a Medi-witch moved onto Hermione, checking her vital signs. A look of relief spread over the witch's face and she raised her wand and began to heal her. Harry smiled faintly and moved his gaze around the rest of the hall, but as he cast his eyes on the distraught figures of Mr and Mrs Weasley crying over the cold, pale, dead figure of Percy, Harry finally succumbed to the darkness that wished to over take him... and fainted.
Harry was in the Hospital Wing for two weeks after the Final Battle, unconciuos for one. The week before he was whisked back to the Dursleys was horrible. Sirius had been caught, as had Peter Pettigrew and both were awaiting trial. There were hundreds of deaths, and so many funerals they had begun to leak into each other in Harry's mind. The pressure was too much for him, he needed a normal life. That was why he actually requested to be taken back.
He hadn't spoken to Ron and Hermione, Hermione was unconscious when Harry left, and Ron was mourning the loss of his brother, and was still very weak from the battle.
When Harry arrived at the Dursleys nothing had changed. It was bliss. They still didn't treat him quite right, he didn't get quite enough to eat and he was still tired from all his chores ... but it was a normalcy at 4 Privet Drive something that Harry craved.
Harry sent a number of letters to his friends, Remus, and Sirius. He received literally hundreds of letters from Sirius, whose trial had been successful, and was sorting out his money and properties which had been given to the Ministry after his arrest, and Remus, who was keeping Harry's press cuttings, which were usually sent to him by Sirius with a speaking charm on them, with the sole purpose of embarrassing him. He received one letter from Ron stating that Hermione had awoken and they'd probably see him on the train. The probably worried him.
On Platform 9 ¾ on the 1st September, he was quickly gathered into a tight hug by Sirius who was reluctant to let Harry leave when push came to shove.
Harry quickly found the compartment with Ron and Hermione in. They were kissing passionately - a development Harry hadn't heard of - but he didn't want to disturb. He instead found the compartment of Seamus, Dean and Neville in and was welcomed, not just because he was The Man Who Destroyed Voldemort, but because they genuinely liked him.
A few days after the start of term Harry approached Ron for the first time to try and make sense of the situation.
"Hey Ron ..." Harry said quietly, waiting for a reaction, any reaction, from the Head Boy.
Ron looked up from his Charms homework and said distastefully, "Oh ... Harry ..."
"Er yeah ..." Harry said and sat opposite him.
Ron sighed and looked at Harry, "Was there something you wanted?"
"Yeah," Harry said, "What the hell happened?"
"When?" Ron said faking the ignorance Harry thought that was normal for Ron.
"Why the hell aren't you talking to me, or anything anymore?" Harry said his temper rising.
Ron stood up to his full height and Harry followed and glared fiercely at him.
"Don't act like you don't know Potter," Ron said. By now they had attracted the attention of most of the Common Room. The First Years looked scared, the Fourth Years were taking bets and The Sixth Years were looking worried. They had grown up seeing Harry and Ron as friends and they'd never seen them fight. This wasn't normal.
"I don't know! Why don't you give me a sodding clue!" Harry yelled, trying to keep his fist from colliding with Ron's nose.
"Fine. Fine. Everyone will know." Ron said gesturing wildly to the crowd,
Harry's eyes widened. He knew what Ron was talking about. He'd told Ron he was gay at the end of last term. He knew they weren't comfortable, but he thought they would get over it. But apparently not...
"Harry Potter is GAY!" he announced to the room loudly.
Silence fell over the room and all eyes fell on Harry. He was trying his very hardest not to punch Ron, but he only had so many limits.
"Fuck you Weasley," he sneered and landed a heavy blow on Ron's nose. There was a loud cracking noise and Ron's head flew back quickly, 'Hope it give's him whiplash' thought Harry. He fell to the floor, his nose bleeding profusely, "I might be gay, but I can still kick your pathetic ass." With that Harry gave the room a death glare and walked out the room, slamming the portrait as hard as possible.
That had been it. Their friendship was effectively over, Hermione followed Ron. Harry had later found out that wasn't the only reason Ron was against him, but the main one. Hermione had been very badly hurt in the attack, and Ron blamed Harry. Percy was killed, he himself was hurt as well as Ginny and Charlie. And Ron blamed Harry. Harry was now past blaming himself for every death, he'd forgiven himself for Cedric, although it took him a while. Ron blamed him. It wasn't comprehensible.
Harry became better friends with Dean and Seamus, who were also gay, just not openly, and began studying for his NEWTS. Then he met ... the father. Actually he'd met him before. He just hadn't known him before. Not properly. He'd known him as an enemy, he was a Slytherin after all.
Harry wondered if he should tell Seamus and Dean he was pregnant. He would have to if he wanted to see them after the train journey, which he did immensely. He couldn't imagine being in a house with Remus and Sirius for another seven and a half months - as much as he loved them - he knew that they would be mother henning him, and wouldn't let him out of their apron strings.
'Hmm...' he thought as he watched the country side fly by, 'I should really ... they wouldn't tell anyone, they're me best friends. I should. They deserve to know. I want them to know.'
"Er guys?" Harry said tentatively.
"Yup."
"Uh huh." They said.
"OK, well I have something I need to tell you. I want to tell you." Harry was babbling. He always babbled when he was nervous. And he was very nervous.
"What?" Seamus asked his brow furrowed.
"Erm ... well ... you see..." Harry stuttered. 'Oh, this is gonna be horrible,' he thought, 'Oh Merlin help me.'
"Har, are you OK? You aren't ill are you or anything?" Dean asked.
"NO! Well... no. I'm not ill per say." Harry said ... he wasn't classified as ill was he? No. Hmmm that was something he'd never thought before, "I'm pregnant."
Seamus began to laugh and fell off his seat wheezing, "Good one Harry."
"Seamus," Dean whispered, "I don't think he's kidding."
Seamus immediately sobered and sat on the maroon seat heavily and clumsily, gazing at Harry.
"Harry..."
"Are you OK with it?" Harry asked quickly.
"Well, yeah," Dean said, "Just a bit weird, I'll get used to it... congratulations I suppose!"
Harry nodded and gave him a smile before he turned and looked at Seamus. There was no discernible expression on his face but comprehension was dawning.
"Shit it wasn't ... Dean you remember a few months ago, we caught Harry snogging someone on his bed?" Seamus asked.
Dean nodded soberly and said, "Oh yes, my virgin ears and eyes were violated."
Harry blushed unable to speak.
Seamus snorted, unable to contain himself, "Virgin ears my ass."
"And a very nice ass it is too." Dean commented nicely, patting Seamus' arm soothingly.
Seamus ignored him as he remembered how horrified, shocked and amused they had been when they recognised Harry's partner.
He and Dean had just walked into the dorm room when they heard some very questionable noises coming from behind the closed drapes of Harry's bed.
"Oh... Harry ..."
Dean was sniggering uncontrollably by now and he put a hand over the black boys mouth, effectively silencing him. He put a finger to his own mouth and whispered, "Stay quiet, we'll just take a peek and have a little lookie at who he's doing. Git'll never tell us under threat of torture."
Dean sniggered again and nodded and they silently walked over and opened the curtains slightly and stared at what they saw.
Harry was topless on top of a boy - it was definitely a boy they could see his strong hands and his distinctly male trouser covered legs. They couldn't see his face at the minute, as Harry was kissing the boy hard, passionately and roughly. There were pale hands twisting at Harry's dark hair, and one snaked down his tanned back (past a tattoo of a lion and a snake they never knew Harry had) and hovered and teased at the waistband of Harry's baggy jeans. Harry swatted the hand away, not leaving the mouth of his lover. Then he began to kiss, nibble and peck at the pale neck, and only then did they see the face of Harry's partner. The head was thrown back against the head board, hair wild and eyes closed in anticipation and lust. The very flushed face of Draco Malfoy.
Dean and his own eyes opened comically wide and they withdrew their heads and let the curtains fall back into place.
"Holy buggering hell..."
"Malfoy Harry?" Seamus spluttered. Harry nodded weakly.
"I mean he is a sexy git but ..."
"Hey!" Dean said mock hurt.
"He was MY sexy git though... for a while." Harry said defensively, "But that doesn't matter we're over. You won't tell anyone will you?"
"You haven't told anyone yet Harry?" Seamus asked quickly, worried for his friend.
"Sirius, Remmy and Snape know about this," he said pointing at his bump, "But noone knows the father. Don't say anything will you?"
"No course not," they chorused, and began to grill Harry about the baby, Harry wondering what Draco was doing at that very moment.
In a cold small room in the depths of Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy sat bound and gagged to a chair.
He'd been in there for the last month and a half, ever since his father appeared at the school and taken him away. Somehow he'd known about...Harry and he'd been forced to break up with him. He didn't have the will power to break the Imperious Curse.
His eyes filled with unshed tears at the thought of Harry. For the first time in his life, he'd been happy, and his father was the cause of him being here. Now. Draco knew there was no use in getting mad... he needed to escape. It wasn't fun being a prisoner in your own home. He needed to get out. He needed to get to Harry.