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: Well, would you look at that? My Polyjuice Potion ran out. I'm no longer J. K. Rowling. I no longer own Harry Potter, and I unfortunately never will * sigh *.
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. Also a lot of language. Seriously if anyone says anything, or thinks it wise, I will put the rating up, just say the word.
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.
SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!!
Black and White
Chapter 5: Revelations
"I'm fat." Harry declared one afternoon. He, Dean and Seamus were at Grimmauld Place. They had left Hogwarts a month a go. Harry was two and a half months pregnant now, and he was already showing slightly. He'd had one check up with Snape since he'd left. Snape had just prodded and poked him and waved him wand a couple of times, and declared that despite being a pillock, Harry and his child were fine. Today was his second check up and Snape was due around any moment now.
Dean looked up from their chess game and snorted, "You're barely even showing Harry."
Harry mock gasped and stood up, "Liar, look!" He flung his robes open and lifted his red shirt. His tanned skin was taut over his stomach. There was a bump there, but it was barely visible through clothes, and no where near visible through robes.
Seamus looked up from his Quidditch magazine and cocked his head and Dean snorted again and shook his head. He looked back down at his and Harry's chess game and began to plan his next move against him, fully intent on winning. Seamus cocked his head and shrugged.
"You shouldn't be showing yet should you?" Seamus mused, "When me Mam had Paddy she didn't start to show til she was like six months along." Seamus was referring to his younger brother Patrick, who had been born when Seamus was in his Second Year. He also had a seven year old sister called Caitlin.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged, "I know men show before women, cos they have to grow a pretend uterus to hold the kid, but it never said anything about it being this much. Might be a big baby or summat... hell it probably the fact I'm male, ent it? It's all different."
"'Suppose," Seamus said, "Hey, you gonna live here when the lil munchkin's born?"
Harry screwed up his nose, "No. I don't want to. I want to move to a Muggle house, you know the Muggle World. It would be so much simpler. The kid, being my kid would grow up in the spotlight, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy really. Plus, I'm honestly fed up of magic. I mean the only time I use it is to Accio the salt off of Sirius."
Dean nodded impassively, "What do Sirius and Professor Lupin say?"
"They want me to stay here I guess. I haven't mentioned it. I'm not gonna stay here though. If they say I can't move out, I will anyway. There's always loads of magical people around here, someone'll guess eventually. I wanna move soon. I can put Concealing Charms on if I get too big seen as Muggles can't see through them. Some people that come around here can, I know that." Harry explained.
"Well Harry, we'll Apparate in loads if you move." Dean added.
Harry grinned, "Cheers. Anyway you gonna stay for Snape's visit?" Maybe we could go out after?"
"Yeah," Seamus said brightly, "Maybe go to The Leaky Cauldron..."
"Or a Muggle pub..." Dean added seeing Harry's face dim.
"Snape'll be here in a minute," Harry said conversationally.
Dean and Seamus' faces dimmed at the thought of having to see Snape again. Harry noticed their disgusted expressions and snorted, "He's not that bad..."
"Oh thank you Mr Potter..."
"Harry. The name's Harry. You're gonna be shoving your hand up my arse in six and a bit month's time. We are past formalities now. The name is Harry." Harry corrected lazily.
"A very astute observation... Harry. Shall we proceed?"
"Aye aye captain," Harry said cheerfully, "How and where do you want me?" Dean and Seamus laughed out right at Harry's innuendos, and Remus and Sirius scowled, "Hey, hullo Siri, Moony, come to make sure he doesn't maim me?"
"Something like that," Sirius said distastefully.
"Stand there Potter," Snape said and pointed to a spot in front of him.
"Sir..." Harry complied.
"Anyway..." Snape said and he muttered a charm to check the health of the child.
"Fine," he said as the results appeared on a sheet of parchment he had placed on the table, "Would you like to know the sex of your child?"
"Please Sir," Harry said eagerly and nodded furiously.
"Right," Snape said, his Professor voice on, "This spell is used on women normally. It is however safe to use on men as well. It is called the 'Sex Revealing Spell'..."
"Very original – "Harry said nodding.
"Shut up Potter, Snape sighed wearily, and raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. He said the spell, "Sexus Revealius," and a plain white light hit Harry in the stomach. As with the Pregnancy test, Harry felt the light searching his insides. Then two beams of light shot out his stomach. One blue. One pink. Harry fainted.
* * *
"Harry... Harry... wake up... come on Har..." Sirius said. Harry was lying on the couch now.
There was a low groan and Harry blearily opened an eye and saw four concerned faces looking down on him. Harry opened both eyes and blinked. Remus helped him sit up and Harry smiled weakly at him, before he looked down at his hands.
"What's wrong mate?" Seamus asked, concerned.
Harry just sniffed and ignored everyone around him, lost in thought, 'I'm pregnant,' Harry thought, 'With twins. One boy and... a girl. Am I dreaming? God I hope so, I don't know if I can cope...' Harry pinched his arm, and the skin began to sting. He once again ignored everyone's questions, ("Harry, what are you doing?") and thought, 'No. Oh. My. God. I mean ... I thought I was having a boy. That was all that was thought to be possible, but... no. He had to be the first man to have a girl, and twins as well. Oh God, I'm talking about myself in third person. That's gotta be a sign of insanity. Oh kill me. Kill me now. What am I going to do? I can't do this. I'm gonna have to stay here. I can't look after two children alone. I may have been able to handle one, but no. No. I can do it. I can. It'll be fine...' Harry snapped out of his thoughts and began to listen to Sirius, who had been chattering inanely for the entire time Harry had been arguing with himself.
"...what do you think Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, "Could you repeat? Spaced out for a minute there."
"Sure... you think the bedrooms on either side of yours will be OK?"
Harry winced and saw Dean and Seamus slinking out of the room, Dean miming 'downstairs' and 'see you in a minute' and Seamus was miming a slashing motion across the neck. Bastards. The door clicked shut, leaving Harry, Sirius and Remus alone.
Sirius sat down next to Harry and Remus perched on the edge of the coffee table, both looking at Harry intently, expecting an answer.
"Well you see..." Harry began.
"What?" Sirius asked, sensing his discomfort.
"I want to move out," Harry said quickly and nervously, and closed his eyes, waiting for an explosion. Which was quickly given.
"WHAT?" Sirius yelled, and jumped up.
Harry reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Sirius. He saw exactly what he expected... anger and sadness. But it broke Harry's heart to see disappointment and ... rejection as well.
"Sirius," Harry said firmly, "It is not because I don't like living here, I love it, really I do, with you and Moony, it's been wicked, but ..."
"But WHAT?" Sirius said, "Harry this is where you live, this is your house, what do you want to do if you don't want to live here?"
"It's not that I don't want to live here, I can't live here. Someone would guess eventually. Even if I put up Concealing Charms, people that come round here can see through them. I know Dumbledore would be able to sense *something* if he cam here in the next six and a half months. Only five people will ever know the kids true parentage, that I'm the mother so to speak, and that's you two, Snape, Seamus and Dean. If I lived here, I'd never leave. I need my own life Sirius. Can you give me that?" Harry exploded, close to tears and hysterics. He'd started pacing the room during his 'speech', a habit he'd acquired recently. He stopped in front of Sirius, eyes pleading.
"Harry..." Sirius said in a voice that plainly said 'that's not enough'.
"No. I can't stay here. If I do, I'll never leave you."
"What's wrong with that?" Sirius argued.
"I'll not have my own life. I need space. If you don't approve, I'm going anyway."
"But Harry, you'll need help, you can't raise two kids by yourself."
"I know. But I can try. And you can help me? Please Siri, I want you to help me, I need you to help me. But not here."
"Sirius listen to him," Remus insisted, "He has a point. We can't expect him here all his life. Respect his decision. Harry, do you have any idea as to where you want to move?"
"The Muggle World somewhere," Harry said vaguely.
"OK, Sirius, anything you want to say?" Remus said.
Sirius shook his head no, then nodded, "What ever you do Harry... "This looked extremely difficult for him to say, "We will... support you."
Harry's face brightened, "Really... oh Sirius that means so much to me, thank you sooo much!"
Harry gave Sirius a quick tight hug before he moved over and onto Remus and whispered, "Thank you Remus."
"Just – be careful Harry." Remus whispered back.
"I will."
"Harry," Sirius said as they broke apart, "We would never desert you you know?" He had caught onto an earlier worry of Harry's, "We want to help Harry. I was looking forward to it so much. When you were younger we couldn't for obvious reasons. We wanted to make it up to you by giving you a home now, and helping with your child – children. We aren't going to miss their child hood like we missed yours."
"Sirius," Harry said earnestly, "I'm not expecting you to , I don't want you to. Your right, I do need your help. I need you to help me Siri... will you help me?"
"Yes," Sirius said simply, "Harry ... look... are you sure you want to move out at all?"
Harry sighed he didn't want to go through this again, why didn't they understand? He couldn't stay there, he didn't want to stay there. The house – it was magical. He didn't want anything to do with magic anymore. The only reason he'd stayed for his last year at Hogwarts was because of Draco. They had become friends during the middle of the first term, around Halloween, more around Christmas and then not lovers until around May, then three days later they had broken up, and Draco had disappeared. Harry had become distant after this, and reverted to how he had been after he killed Voldemort and before he met Draco, bitter and resentful. He was better now, but he still didn't want magic around him all the time. He'd killed with magic, and hated seeing it all the time. The novelty had worn off... he was 17 ... 18 in a few weeks, and when he cast a spell he was reminded of the intense hatred that had been required when he killed Voldemort. He didn't want people knowing he was pregnant, didn't need the media hype that would inevitably be cause, the stares, the jibes and the attention. Everyone knew the Boy Who Lived was gay after Ron had told Gryffindor, the whole school found out, and thus the story was sold to the press and hey presto the whole world knew. Nope, there was no way that in the foreseeable future that anyone else would find out. Hell, people could never find out, if all worked out. Maybe they would assume the mother died, or Harry had been left holding the baby or babies in this case. That could happen and Harry was all for it at the moment. The children would obviously eventually know of their lineage, in time he would tell them, when the time was right, and definitely before they started Hogwarts... that seemed a God awfully long time away.
"Harry?"
"Huh?"
"Spaced out again. Are you sure you want to move out?" Sirius pleaded.
"I'm sure," Harry insisted, "But ... you'll help me find a place right?"
Sirius and Remus smiled, "Of course we will."
* * *
"OK then Harry, next place, number 72 Temple Grange, Hamptonshire," Dean announced, looking at the next sheet in their pile.
Seamus and Dean, once it had been revealed that Harry was househunting, insisted on accompanying Harry, Sirius and Remus along. They had already seen over 10 houses around the country, Harry had hated everyone of them so far, except the first. The group Portkeyed – Apparating with a pregnant person was illegal, as funny things had happened to the baby when tried before – to an alley near where the house was.
They each placed a finger on the Port key, a hair brush, and the Port Key moved into action, and the each felt a tugging motion behind their navel, and they landed (Harry with a bump, as he was bad at all magical travel except Apparition) next to a dumpster.
"Yuck," Harry exclaimed as he put a foot in chewing gum.
Dean snorted and rubbed the dirt off his clothes.
"Which house is this?" Sirius asked Remus, who held the address sheets.
"Number seventy two Temple Grange, three bedrooms, no garage but a spacious back garden, perfect for growing families," Remus recited, slightly sarcastically.
"OK," Seamus said, rubbing his hands together, "We meeting an agent?"
"Aye," Harry said, "Muggle so shut up."
At the first house they had visited, Dean and Seamus had been talking about magic despite Dean being Muggleborn and Seamus being Half-blood. After they Obliviated the estate agent they had quickly left, and Dean and Seamus both got a slap round the back of the head by Harry who had liked that particular house.
"Hello!" a lady was waiting for them in front of the house.
"Hi!" Harry said happily. His mood swings had kicked in now, and he was currently very, very happy.
"My name is Shirley Holmes. I'm going to show you round today. I have a key, so we can go in now Mr ...?" Shirley said.
"Er, I'm Harry Potter, I'm the one actually buying the house, er this is Sirius Black and Remus Lupin and Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan ... they're here because... er I dunno why they're here to tell you the truth." Harry said.
"Of course Mr Potter," Shirley said, and she led the group up the path and to the door.
They followed her into the house. They looked around the house, and at the end of the 'tour' Harry decided he loved it and was going to buy it.
"Is there an infants school near here?" Harry asked.
Shirley gave him a funny look before she nodded, albeit curiously.
Harry decided to elaborate, "Er, my girlfriend, she's expecting. Er... she doesn't know I'm buying a house so... erm... it's a bit of a surprise."
Dean and Seamus sniggered as Harry bluffed his way through the conversation and Remus and Sirius watched on amused.
"Oh, what a considerate young man you are," she exclaimed, "Congratulations!"
"Er... thanks," Harry said awkwardly, and he began to rub his stomach.
"Harry!" Remus hissed, and Harry's hand fell away.
Harry began to talk to Shirley about the house, his mind, for once, fully on the task at hand, and not on Draco.
* * *
"Father?" Draco whispered as the door creaked open and a plate of food was pushed in and then the door roughly was closed. He was on the floor curled up into the foetal position, his eyes were closed, one because of a black eye. The remaining Death Eaters were at Malfoy Manor, and as far as he knew, they had been since Voldemort had been killed. The Mark had gone now, so there was no proof of them being Death Eaters, although Veritaserum could be used, they couldn't be taken in for questioning without actual charges against them. They were planning something. Doing something. Draco didn't know what though, only that involved his father as a main participant.
He was only there because he had betrayed the Dark Lord. They were punishing him. They took away the only thing that meant anything to him, Harry. They tortured him, kept him prisoner in his own home. He didn't have a clue why they were keeping him alive. He wished they'd just kill him and get it over with, there was no way, if he every got out, Harry would forgive him. He'd never believe he was under the Imperious Curse, it was a commonly used excuse for Death Eaters. What he'd been told to do at the break up, and when he'd been told to do it, it was too horrendous. They'd made love only three days before for the very first time, then Draco's father, under Polyjuice as one of the only Malfoys that was on the Light side (There were a few, not many, but occasionally, such as Draco, someone rebelled.) and taken him away. Not before casting the Imperious on him, and ordering him to break up with Harry. As the curse took place Draco's heart was beating.
* * *
'Go and find Harry,' a voice ordered, echoing in Draco's mind.
Draco obediently walked to the library. He knew Harry was there because he'd been told before. He was supposed to go there after classes so the could "study". Instead he'd been called to the Headmasters office at the start of his Arithmancy lesson, and his father (as someone else) told Dumbledore they had issues to discuss, so Dumbledore had left them to it, and as soon as the door clicked shut, Lucius cast his gaze on Draco, pulled his wand out and muttered almost seductively, "Imperio."
Arriving at the library, Draco saw Harry. He was sitting at the table, leaning over a book. His messy, just-had-a-great-shag hair was falling in his face and beautiful eyes, and he brushed it away. Draco watched as he chewed on his lip and looked up and spotted Draco. He shot a him a disarming smile and beckoned him over.
'Walk over to Harry.'
Draco walked over to Harry and stood in front of him.
'Ask him for a private word.'
"Har, can I talk to you alone please?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled charmingly, "Sure... are you sure talking is *all* you want?" he teased light-heartedly.
"Just a word Harry," Draco said, his voice monotone.
Harry's playful manner fell at once and was replaced with a serious expression, "Is something wrong?"
"Harry..."
'Take Harry and your self to an empty classroom.'
Draco walked quickly from the library, Harry following worriedly on his heels, and they walked into an old disused, slightly dusty Charms classroom.
"What's wrong Drake?" Harry asked, taking a step towards Draco, who took a step back.
'Break up with him. Be ruthless, mean, leave there no room for argument as to what you really want and mean.'
Draco blinked momentarily, and stood back of his own accord.
'Do it now boy! Break off your relationship with Potter!!" his father shouted through the curse.
"Draco..."
"Do stop prattling my name Potter," Draco snapped, "About this ... " he gestured between himself and Harry vaguely.
"This... " Harry spat, "What's wrong Draco?"
"I ... " Draco was wavering. More instructions were fed through the curse.
'Tell him, say these exact words, Harry I'm leaving you. We are over.'
"Harry... Potter ... I'm leaving you. We are over." Draco sneered.
"But ... " Harry said.
"Don't fight it. I made my decision. This was all a mistake."
"A mistake?" Harry yelled, "Not what you said three fucking nights ago is it *Malfoy*?"
"Potter ... you didn't think I actually cared did you? Oh you did. That's so sweet. And delusional. Please, what do you take me for?" Draco sneered.
"I don't have a clue. What the hell was I thinking? I should of known , you will always be a selfish, cold-hearted, sadistic, evil bastard. Fuck you Malfoy." Harry yelled.
"Harry ... I believe it was more a case of fuck you first I believe? What a headline that could be, Boy Who Lived, Bottom First." Draco teased mercilessly.
'Leave Draco, come back to Dumbledore's office.'
"Well Potter, it's been fun... but I gotta go. Don't think I'll see you around." With that Draco sauntered out of the room gracefully, under the curse still. He left Harry alone in the room, with tears that had begun when Draco left (He didn't want to show how much he cared and how much it bothered him in front of him), rolling silently down his cheeks, the bizarre scene that had just played, running through his head...
TBC...
Hello!! Well, took a long time as usual didn't it? Hmm... sorry... well I had half term this week, it wasn't too bad, got a bit bored, and I got writers cramp or whatever you call it. And my hand aches from typing, and as I was planning on doing a chapter for a different fic that's a bad thing. Maybe by the weekend, or I dunno, the middle of the week if I feel like it. Anyway, when I write, I usually watch TV at the same time, and this week I watched The Lion King, Simba's Pride, Hercules and Final Destination 1 and 2. What can I say? I'm a slow writer and typer!
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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: Well, would you look at that? My Polyjuice Potion ran out. I'm no longer J. K. Rowling. I no longer own Harry Potter, and I unfortunately never will * sigh *.
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. Also a lot of language. Seriously if anyone says anything, or thinks it wise, I will put the rating up, just say the word.
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.
SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!!
Black and White
Chapter 5: Revelations
"I'm fat." Harry declared one afternoon. He, Dean and Seamus were at Grimmauld Place. They had left Hogwarts a month a go. Harry was two and a half months pregnant now, and he was already showing slightly. He'd had one check up with Snape since he'd left. Snape had just prodded and poked him and waved him wand a couple of times, and declared that despite being a pillock, Harry and his child were fine. Today was his second check up and Snape was due around any moment now.
Dean looked up from their chess game and snorted, "You're barely even showing Harry."
Harry mock gasped and stood up, "Liar, look!" He flung his robes open and lifted his red shirt. His tanned skin was taut over his stomach. There was a bump there, but it was barely visible through clothes, and no where near visible through robes.
Seamus looked up from his Quidditch magazine and cocked his head and Dean snorted again and shook his head. He looked back down at his and Harry's chess game and began to plan his next move against him, fully intent on winning. Seamus cocked his head and shrugged.
"You shouldn't be showing yet should you?" Seamus mused, "When me Mam had Paddy she didn't start to show til she was like six months along." Seamus was referring to his younger brother Patrick, who had been born when Seamus was in his Second Year. He also had a seven year old sister called Caitlin.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged, "I know men show before women, cos they have to grow a pretend uterus to hold the kid, but it never said anything about it being this much. Might be a big baby or summat... hell it probably the fact I'm male, ent it? It's all different."
"'Suppose," Seamus said, "Hey, you gonna live here when the lil munchkin's born?"
Harry screwed up his nose, "No. I don't want to. I want to move to a Muggle house, you know the Muggle World. It would be so much simpler. The kid, being my kid would grow up in the spotlight, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy really. Plus, I'm honestly fed up of magic. I mean the only time I use it is to Accio the salt off of Sirius."
Dean nodded impassively, "What do Sirius and Professor Lupin say?"
"They want me to stay here I guess. I haven't mentioned it. I'm not gonna stay here though. If they say I can't move out, I will anyway. There's always loads of magical people around here, someone'll guess eventually. I wanna move soon. I can put Concealing Charms on if I get too big seen as Muggles can't see through them. Some people that come around here can, I know that." Harry explained.
"Well Harry, we'll Apparate in loads if you move." Dean added.
Harry grinned, "Cheers. Anyway you gonna stay for Snape's visit?" Maybe we could go out after?"
"Yeah," Seamus said brightly, "Maybe go to The Leaky Cauldron..."
"Or a Muggle pub..." Dean added seeing Harry's face dim.
"Snape'll be here in a minute," Harry said conversationally.
Dean and Seamus' faces dimmed at the thought of having to see Snape again. Harry noticed their disgusted expressions and snorted, "He's not that bad..."
"Oh thank you Mr Potter..."
"Harry. The name's Harry. You're gonna be shoving your hand up my arse in six and a bit month's time. We are past formalities now. The name is Harry." Harry corrected lazily.
"A very astute observation... Harry. Shall we proceed?"
"Aye aye captain," Harry said cheerfully, "How and where do you want me?" Dean and Seamus laughed out right at Harry's innuendos, and Remus and Sirius scowled, "Hey, hullo Siri, Moony, come to make sure he doesn't maim me?"
"Something like that," Sirius said distastefully.
"Stand there Potter," Snape said and pointed to a spot in front of him.
"Sir..." Harry complied.
"Anyway..." Snape said and he muttered a charm to check the health of the child.
"Fine," he said as the results appeared on a sheet of parchment he had placed on the table, "Would you like to know the sex of your child?"
"Please Sir," Harry said eagerly and nodded furiously.
"Right," Snape said, his Professor voice on, "This spell is used on women normally. It is however safe to use on men as well. It is called the 'Sex Revealing Spell'..."
"Very original – "Harry said nodding.
"Shut up Potter, Snape sighed wearily, and raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. He said the spell, "Sexus Revealius," and a plain white light hit Harry in the stomach. As with the Pregnancy test, Harry felt the light searching his insides. Then two beams of light shot out his stomach. One blue. One pink. Harry fainted.
* * *
"Harry... Harry... wake up... come on Har..." Sirius said. Harry was lying on the couch now.
There was a low groan and Harry blearily opened an eye and saw four concerned faces looking down on him. Harry opened both eyes and blinked. Remus helped him sit up and Harry smiled weakly at him, before he looked down at his hands.
"What's wrong mate?" Seamus asked, concerned.
Harry just sniffed and ignored everyone around him, lost in thought, 'I'm pregnant,' Harry thought, 'With twins. One boy and... a girl. Am I dreaming? God I hope so, I don't know if I can cope...' Harry pinched his arm, and the skin began to sting. He once again ignored everyone's questions, ("Harry, what are you doing?") and thought, 'No. Oh. My. God. I mean ... I thought I was having a boy. That was all that was thought to be possible, but... no. He had to be the first man to have a girl, and twins as well. Oh God, I'm talking about myself in third person. That's gotta be a sign of insanity. Oh kill me. Kill me now. What am I going to do? I can't do this. I'm gonna have to stay here. I can't look after two children alone. I may have been able to handle one, but no. No. I can do it. I can. It'll be fine...' Harry snapped out of his thoughts and began to listen to Sirius, who had been chattering inanely for the entire time Harry had been arguing with himself.
"...what do you think Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, "Could you repeat? Spaced out for a minute there."
"Sure... you think the bedrooms on either side of yours will be OK?"
Harry winced and saw Dean and Seamus slinking out of the room, Dean miming 'downstairs' and 'see you in a minute' and Seamus was miming a slashing motion across the neck. Bastards. The door clicked shut, leaving Harry, Sirius and Remus alone.
Sirius sat down next to Harry and Remus perched on the edge of the coffee table, both looking at Harry intently, expecting an answer.
"Well you see..." Harry began.
"What?" Sirius asked, sensing his discomfort.
"I want to move out," Harry said quickly and nervously, and closed his eyes, waiting for an explosion. Which was quickly given.
"WHAT?" Sirius yelled, and jumped up.
Harry reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Sirius. He saw exactly what he expected... anger and sadness. But it broke Harry's heart to see disappointment and ... rejection as well.
"Sirius," Harry said firmly, "It is not because I don't like living here, I love it, really I do, with you and Moony, it's been wicked, but ..."
"But WHAT?" Sirius said, "Harry this is where you live, this is your house, what do you want to do if you don't want to live here?"
"It's not that I don't want to live here, I can't live here. Someone would guess eventually. Even if I put up Concealing Charms, people that come round here can see through them. I know Dumbledore would be able to sense *something* if he cam here in the next six and a half months. Only five people will ever know the kids true parentage, that I'm the mother so to speak, and that's you two, Snape, Seamus and Dean. If I lived here, I'd never leave. I need my own life Sirius. Can you give me that?" Harry exploded, close to tears and hysterics. He'd started pacing the room during his 'speech', a habit he'd acquired recently. He stopped in front of Sirius, eyes pleading.
"Harry..." Sirius said in a voice that plainly said 'that's not enough'.
"No. I can't stay here. If I do, I'll never leave you."
"What's wrong with that?" Sirius argued.
"I'll not have my own life. I need space. If you don't approve, I'm going anyway."
"But Harry, you'll need help, you can't raise two kids by yourself."
"I know. But I can try. And you can help me? Please Siri, I want you to help me, I need you to help me. But not here."
"Sirius listen to him," Remus insisted, "He has a point. We can't expect him here all his life. Respect his decision. Harry, do you have any idea as to where you want to move?"
"The Muggle World somewhere," Harry said vaguely.
"OK, Sirius, anything you want to say?" Remus said.
Sirius shook his head no, then nodded, "What ever you do Harry... "This looked extremely difficult for him to say, "We will... support you."
Harry's face brightened, "Really... oh Sirius that means so much to me, thank you sooo much!"
Harry gave Sirius a quick tight hug before he moved over and onto Remus and whispered, "Thank you Remus."
"Just – be careful Harry." Remus whispered back.
"I will."
"Harry," Sirius said as they broke apart, "We would never desert you you know?" He had caught onto an earlier worry of Harry's, "We want to help Harry. I was looking forward to it so much. When you were younger we couldn't for obvious reasons. We wanted to make it up to you by giving you a home now, and helping with your child – children. We aren't going to miss their child hood like we missed yours."
"Sirius," Harry said earnestly, "I'm not expecting you to , I don't want you to. Your right, I do need your help. I need you to help me Siri... will you help me?"
"Yes," Sirius said simply, "Harry ... look... are you sure you want to move out at all?"
Harry sighed he didn't want to go through this again, why didn't they understand? He couldn't stay there, he didn't want to stay there. The house – it was magical. He didn't want anything to do with magic anymore. The only reason he'd stayed for his last year at Hogwarts was because of Draco. They had become friends during the middle of the first term, around Halloween, more around Christmas and then not lovers until around May, then three days later they had broken up, and Draco had disappeared. Harry had become distant after this, and reverted to how he had been after he killed Voldemort and before he met Draco, bitter and resentful. He was better now, but he still didn't want magic around him all the time. He'd killed with magic, and hated seeing it all the time. The novelty had worn off... he was 17 ... 18 in a few weeks, and when he cast a spell he was reminded of the intense hatred that had been required when he killed Voldemort. He didn't want people knowing he was pregnant, didn't need the media hype that would inevitably be cause, the stares, the jibes and the attention. Everyone knew the Boy Who Lived was gay after Ron had told Gryffindor, the whole school found out, and thus the story was sold to the press and hey presto the whole world knew. Nope, there was no way that in the foreseeable future that anyone else would find out. Hell, people could never find out, if all worked out. Maybe they would assume the mother died, or Harry had been left holding the baby or babies in this case. That could happen and Harry was all for it at the moment. The children would obviously eventually know of their lineage, in time he would tell them, when the time was right, and definitely before they started Hogwarts... that seemed a God awfully long time away.
"Harry?"
"Huh?"
"Spaced out again. Are you sure you want to move out?" Sirius pleaded.
"I'm sure," Harry insisted, "But ... you'll help me find a place right?"
Sirius and Remus smiled, "Of course we will."
* * *
"OK then Harry, next place, number 72 Temple Grange, Hamptonshire," Dean announced, looking at the next sheet in their pile.
Seamus and Dean, once it had been revealed that Harry was househunting, insisted on accompanying Harry, Sirius and Remus along. They had already seen over 10 houses around the country, Harry had hated everyone of them so far, except the first. The group Portkeyed – Apparating with a pregnant person was illegal, as funny things had happened to the baby when tried before – to an alley near where the house was.
They each placed a finger on the Port key, a hair brush, and the Port Key moved into action, and the each felt a tugging motion behind their navel, and they landed (Harry with a bump, as he was bad at all magical travel except Apparition) next to a dumpster.
"Yuck," Harry exclaimed as he put a foot in chewing gum.
Dean snorted and rubbed the dirt off his clothes.
"Which house is this?" Sirius asked Remus, who held the address sheets.
"Number seventy two Temple Grange, three bedrooms, no garage but a spacious back garden, perfect for growing families," Remus recited, slightly sarcastically.
"OK," Seamus said, rubbing his hands together, "We meeting an agent?"
"Aye," Harry said, "Muggle so shut up."
At the first house they had visited, Dean and Seamus had been talking about magic despite Dean being Muggleborn and Seamus being Half-blood. After they Obliviated the estate agent they had quickly left, and Dean and Seamus both got a slap round the back of the head by Harry who had liked that particular house.
"Hello!" a lady was waiting for them in front of the house.
"Hi!" Harry said happily. His mood swings had kicked in now, and he was currently very, very happy.
"My name is Shirley Holmes. I'm going to show you round today. I have a key, so we can go in now Mr ...?" Shirley said.
"Er, I'm Harry Potter, I'm the one actually buying the house, er this is Sirius Black and Remus Lupin and Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan ... they're here because... er I dunno why they're here to tell you the truth." Harry said.
"Of course Mr Potter," Shirley said, and she led the group up the path and to the door.
They followed her into the house. They looked around the house, and at the end of the 'tour' Harry decided he loved it and was going to buy it.
"Is there an infants school near here?" Harry asked.
Shirley gave him a funny look before she nodded, albeit curiously.
Harry decided to elaborate, "Er, my girlfriend, she's expecting. Er... she doesn't know I'm buying a house so... erm... it's a bit of a surprise."
Dean and Seamus sniggered as Harry bluffed his way through the conversation and Remus and Sirius watched on amused.
"Oh, what a considerate young man you are," she exclaimed, "Congratulations!"
"Er... thanks," Harry said awkwardly, and he began to rub his stomach.
"Harry!" Remus hissed, and Harry's hand fell away.
Harry began to talk to Shirley about the house, his mind, for once, fully on the task at hand, and not on Draco.
* * *
"Father?" Draco whispered as the door creaked open and a plate of food was pushed in and then the door roughly was closed. He was on the floor curled up into the foetal position, his eyes were closed, one because of a black eye. The remaining Death Eaters were at Malfoy Manor, and as far as he knew, they had been since Voldemort had been killed. The Mark had gone now, so there was no proof of them being Death Eaters, although Veritaserum could be used, they couldn't be taken in for questioning without actual charges against them. They were planning something. Doing something. Draco didn't know what though, only that involved his father as a main participant.
He was only there because he had betrayed the Dark Lord. They were punishing him. They took away the only thing that meant anything to him, Harry. They tortured him, kept him prisoner in his own home. He didn't have a clue why they were keeping him alive. He wished they'd just kill him and get it over with, there was no way, if he every got out, Harry would forgive him. He'd never believe he was under the Imperious Curse, it was a commonly used excuse for Death Eaters. What he'd been told to do at the break up, and when he'd been told to do it, it was too horrendous. They'd made love only three days before for the very first time, then Draco's father, under Polyjuice as one of the only Malfoys that was on the Light side (There were a few, not many, but occasionally, such as Draco, someone rebelled.) and taken him away. Not before casting the Imperious on him, and ordering him to break up with Harry. As the curse took place Draco's heart was beating.
* * *
'Go and find Harry,' a voice ordered, echoing in Draco's mind.
Draco obediently walked to the library. He knew Harry was there because he'd been told before. He was supposed to go there after classes so the could "study". Instead he'd been called to the Headmasters office at the start of his Arithmancy lesson, and his father (as someone else) told Dumbledore they had issues to discuss, so Dumbledore had left them to it, and as soon as the door clicked shut, Lucius cast his gaze on Draco, pulled his wand out and muttered almost seductively, "Imperio."
Arriving at the library, Draco saw Harry. He was sitting at the table, leaning over a book. His messy, just-had-a-great-shag hair was falling in his face and beautiful eyes, and he brushed it away. Draco watched as he chewed on his lip and looked up and spotted Draco. He shot a him a disarming smile and beckoned him over.
'Walk over to Harry.'
Draco walked over to Harry and stood in front of him.
'Ask him for a private word.'
"Har, can I talk to you alone please?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled charmingly, "Sure... are you sure talking is *all* you want?" he teased light-heartedly.
"Just a word Harry," Draco said, his voice monotone.
Harry's playful manner fell at once and was replaced with a serious expression, "Is something wrong?"
"Harry..."
'Take Harry and your self to an empty classroom.'
Draco walked quickly from the library, Harry following worriedly on his heels, and they walked into an old disused, slightly dusty Charms classroom.
"What's wrong Drake?" Harry asked, taking a step towards Draco, who took a step back.
'Break up with him. Be ruthless, mean, leave there no room for argument as to what you really want and mean.'
Draco blinked momentarily, and stood back of his own accord.
'Do it now boy! Break off your relationship with Potter!!" his father shouted through the curse.
"Draco..."
"Do stop prattling my name Potter," Draco snapped, "About this ... " he gestured between himself and Harry vaguely.
"This... " Harry spat, "What's wrong Draco?"
"I ... " Draco was wavering. More instructions were fed through the curse.
'Tell him, say these exact words, Harry I'm leaving you. We are over.'
"Harry... Potter ... I'm leaving you. We are over." Draco sneered.
"But ... " Harry said.
"Don't fight it. I made my decision. This was all a mistake."
"A mistake?" Harry yelled, "Not what you said three fucking nights ago is it *Malfoy*?"
"Potter ... you didn't think I actually cared did you? Oh you did. That's so sweet. And delusional. Please, what do you take me for?" Draco sneered.
"I don't have a clue. What the hell was I thinking? I should of known , you will always be a selfish, cold-hearted, sadistic, evil bastard. Fuck you Malfoy." Harry yelled.
"Harry ... I believe it was more a case of fuck you first I believe? What a headline that could be, Boy Who Lived, Bottom First." Draco teased mercilessly.
'Leave Draco, come back to Dumbledore's office.'
"Well Potter, it's been fun... but I gotta go. Don't think I'll see you around." With that Draco sauntered out of the room gracefully, under the curse still. He left Harry alone in the room, with tears that had begun when Draco left (He didn't want to show how much he cared and how much it bothered him in front of him), rolling silently down his cheeks, the bizarre scene that had just played, running through his head...
TBC...
Hello!! Well, took a long time as usual didn't it? Hmm... sorry... well I had half term this week, it wasn't too bad, got a bit bored, and I got writers cramp or whatever you call it. And my hand aches from typing, and as I was planning on doing a chapter for a different fic that's a bad thing. Maybe by the weekend, or I dunno, the middle of the week if I feel like it. Anyway, when I write, I usually watch TV at the same time, and this week I watched The Lion King, Simba's Pride, Hercules and Final Destination 1 and 2. What can I say? I'm a slow writer and typer!
Thanks to:
Launigsiae, pink-fogg, DeadRoses, Mikee, Ravenfrog, Ningchan, Rocky235, twilight1915, Night Walker1, eruve tinwen, SheWolfe7.
The Shadow Bandit: Thank you very much, I appreciate the review. I'm not sure when Draco will find out yet. I can't decide. I'm thinking about it though. Thanks for reviewing.
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wanderingwolf: hmm... maybe, anyone else got any suggestions? I have some ideas, but I appreciate all of them! Thanks for reviewing.
Space Faerie: Ahh I'm gd now thanks. I always used to wanna be a Gryffindor, but I reckoned that was cliché and re-evaluated it and I'm a Slytherin! Lol. Thanks for reviewing.