Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and probably never will. Nope. I'm among those that will eventually have a second rate job and pray ends meet. I have such glorious prospects…What do you expect? My new job is at Burger King™.

Warnings: R. (Meaning this is the highest rating will allow so I might have to write deleted scenes.) Slash. (Two guys together. Yeah.) M-Preg. (Fun fun fun for every guy…yes. That means male pregnancy.) AU. This isn't the most AU you can get, but it doesn't follow the events of the book as strictly as it should. For instance, Siri is free, Harry is gay etc. And Just for someone by the name of FlySpreeSeverus/Harry you fucking moron.

Authors Note: Hi guys! I know…it's been a while. As usual. But yeah. So I'm just going to give you a few notes here, ok?

I might not be able to respond to reviews next chapter. I don't know why, but is practically banning it. Why? I don't know. That's something I'd like to know.

This is the chapter I promised the flashback for, so expect it. It might take a while to get out of flashback, but this is to explain some of the back story you missed at the beginning. Somehow, this flashback turned out very very strange. It's something of a flashback on fast-forward until I get to a scene I want to describe in detail and give dialogue for, so bare with me please. I know some of it's a bit boring…but I'm trying!

A note of warning to you math fanatics (if in fact you exist), I did my best with the numbers as I'm capable of. I'm not very good at math, so my figures are approximately this: Harry's 16 years and 1 month old at the time of this fic. He was almost 15 and a half when he got involved with Severus. Andrew was conceived in December, but born in August because he's a month premature. I don't know how many contextual clues you'll get in this chapter, but Harry discovers his pregnancy in April I'm guessing. If I'm wrong, feel free to correct me. I'm not good at this and I know I'm not.

Also…I'm running a bit low on inspiration, so this chapter might suck. K? Okay. I'm done. Talk to y'all later!

Special Thanks To: The Wonderful Julie! Any mistakes you see are all mine! Thanks again Julie!

Chapter 6 – Revealing the Hidden

Harry looked out the window of his newly assigned room and sighed. He knew that he needed to take a shower before Andrew woke up again. But he couldn't bring himself to move from his current position of his forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, his legs facing sharply to the right and his arms drawing his sweatshirt closer to his heat deprived body.

The accommodations Albus had provided were very nice. In one corner neatly tucked away was a queen size bed, much different from the one he'd probably have to sleep in once school started up again. This bed was spread with a navy blue comforter and many pillows, alternating in color from white, and a blue that matched the blanket. Thankfully there were no posts on this bed. Without the material drawn across it, he could hear if Andrew needed anything that much easier.

The floor was hard wood, but was covered with many rugs, blue in color, varying in design. There was a crib just for Andrew in the corner closest to Harry's bed. Inside was Andrew sleeping peacefully sucking his thumb and gripping a teddy bear for all his worth. A music box played a gentle lullaby that made Harry smile. He'd sung it to Andrew earlier to make him fall asleep.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take, my sunshine away," Harry whispered into the still room in time with the music box's tune.

Closing his eyes, Harry thought back to how Andrew had entered his life so unexpectedly.

Harry was about thirteen years old when he realized he was gay. That revelation scared him and he had done his best to hide it for the better part of six months. He was terrified of what Ron would think of him. And what would Hermione say? So he tried valiantly to 'cure' himself of his condition. Harry experimented with girls, but never got past kissing. That in itself was disgusting to him, though he couldn't understand why. Late night dorm room talk was always about the 'hot' girls, their latest conquest, (though at the time 'conquest' consisted of groping and a bit of kissing) who had the nicest ass, legs, breasts, etc. Even though this was all the boys would talk about, Harry sharing his own adventures, all he could think about were the nicest attributes of all the boys in the room with him.

His best friend Ron had such red, inviting lips that he couldn't help but watch them more than he actually listened to what they were saying half the time. Neville had gorgeous eyes that Harry found he rather like staring into whenever the occasion warranted it. At a glance, his eyes were blue. But if one looked closer, they'd see a curious ring of yellow surrounding the pupil of the eye with a ring of green surrounding that. Very captivating eyes indeed. For Seamus it was the accent. His Irish twist to every word made them stand out, yet bled together smoothly. Harry found it endearing. Dean's hair was of great interest to Harry. His black hair was long, shiny, and always pulled back into a small clasp at the base of his neck. He had no idea how many times he'd wanted to touch it to see if it was anywhere near as silky as it looked.

But his secret wasn't to stay a secret for long. On the way to Care of Magical Creatures, Hermione and Ron caught him staring at Malfoy's ass rather than joining in their conversation. That in turn had led to Harry telling them he was gay, Hermione laughing at him and telling him that he was less than secretive, and Ron patting him on the back telling him it wasn't a big deal.

Eventually Harry got past being embarrassed over what he was. (Like Hermione had put it to him, "Being embarrassed of your sexuality is about as dumb as it would be to be embarrassed over being a wizard.") Simply put, he'd sorted through things and accepted them.

However, the next year at Hogwarts brought a most disquieting idea to the front of his mind. While sitting in Potions class he found himself noticing Snape's nicest attributes. Unfortunately for Harry, there weren't just one or two things he found attractive about the man, but rather the whole thing. He loved length of his hair, though not necessarily the grease. The way his deep black eyes seemed cold at a glance, but instantly filled with concern the second something went wrong with one of the student's potions. The deep melodious voice that could put him into a coma with ease. The pale, long fingered hands that gripped his desk as he lectured. And yes, even the jaded attitude he presented, his sarcasm, and his unfathomable intelligence.

The fact that he noticed these things was evidence that he felt more for his potions professor than he should. Even so, he managed almost a whole year and a half without Snape finding out his secret. As fate would have it, Snape found out about his obsession during an evening detention.

Harry was crouched over on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor determinedly. "I should listen better in class so I don't screw up so badly," Harry muttered through clenched teeth. "He has no right to be so damned intriguing and sexy…"

"Care to elaborate on who you're muttering about?" Snape asked. Harry turned around and saw Snape hovering over him.

"How long have you been there sir?" Harry managed to squeak out dropping the sponge he'd been using to scrub the floors with.

"Long enough Potter. Long enough. So tell me, what makes you think that a person inside Hogwarts would turn down famous Harry Potter? No one can seem to get enough of you. I'm sure even Mr. Malfoy wouldn't mind bending you over a desk and taking you," Snape said is in usual silky tenor.

Harry couldn't do anything but blush in response. "Potter? Shy? Has the world come to an end after all?" Snape inquired arching and eyebrow. "What happened to your annoying Gryffindor courage? You know-"

Snape never finished his sentence. Harry had stood up, wrapped his arms around the potions masters' shoulders and kissed him soundly.

From that day on, it would be safe to say that their relationship had grown beyond professional and/or platonic.

It was March. The snow had started melting, grass growing, and the sky wasn't so cloudy. Even with the days seeming each more lovely than the next, Harry was feeling a bit off. He couldn't quite place what it was. His stomach felt queasy almost every morning and when the feeling passed he could feel the faintest traces of motion. Even though he knew he should visit with Madame Pomfrey, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Being in the infirmary usually made him feel worse, and he just hated being there at all. Harry shrugged it off and decided whatever he had would go away soon enough.

A month later, the feelings had grown stronger and Harry knew that he'd either have to do some research or see Madame Pomfrey. Being the stubborn boy he was, he chose research, the lesser of two evils.

He searched through the entire curse section and found nothing that even referenced his condition. Next, he looked through illnesses and still came up blank. Taking a final stab at it, he looked into medical conditions. What he found shocked him. Pregnancy wasn't under medical conditions. But it was mentioned as something natural for both male and female magical people.

Harry knew full well how babies were formed but prayed it was something different for males. He checked out several tomes on the subject and researched it. But there was no denying the truth after another month. His stomach was enlarging; his appetite was growing, his feet swelling, and his morning sickness getting worse. It was easy enough to cover up the extra baggage for a few weeks but soon enough it was obvious that wasn't going to work for very long.

It wasn't the weight gain that bothered Harry really. It was the idea that he was pregnant. Harry had always wanted a family. But this was too much too soon. He'd avoided Severus for the last few weeks trying to find a concealment charm that would be powerful enough to even fool Severus. He loved him, but he wasn't ready for anyone else to know. He didn't even want to know.

Harry had taken to skipping Divination in favor of some real thinking time alone in the Gryffindor common room. Ron noticed but didn't say anything. Harry spent this time crying, petting his growing abdomen, and trying to find a way to break this to the love of his life. He was young, but he knew that he needed to give birth to this baby. If he aborted it, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. But the idea of giving birth and not knowing how scared him. He was terrified of the idea, and only thought about it during this missed class time. And he thought about what he could possibly tell Severus.

It was finally June, the month they would leave school. Harry had barely mustered up the courage to visit Severus for something other than sex or kisses. He needed to tell him about his child. Their child. Harry made his way down the stairs into the cold dungeons of Hogwarts. He gripped his belly unconsciously and drew in a deep breath. Quickly, before he lost his nerve, he rapped on the door and waited for Severus to either open the door, or hear his voice bidding him to enter.

"Enter!" was the response he received that time. Taking another deep breath, Harry turned the doorknob and walked into Severus's office.

"Oh. It's you. What do you want?" Severus asked coldly. Harry was taken aback slightly. Severus was usually so warm towards him. He was usually happy to see him.

"I needed to… to talk to you about something," Harry stated tentatively.

"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about something also," Severus said. Then without much more of a pause he added, "It's over Potter."

"Wh…What?" Harry asked, his eyebrows drawing together in a look of shocked confusion.

"You heard me Potter. This…thing between you and me. It's over," Severus clarified not looking up from his paper work.

Harry mouth dropped. "But…Severus why?" Harry asked, struggling to say the words. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes and threatened to spill down his face.

"Because Potter. You're just a whore. You mean nothing to me. And it's time that we ended this," Severus said finally looking him in the eye.

It was only when Harry saw the icy resolve in those eyes that he let the tears fall. Those eyes promised him no future. Those eyes said that they didn't love him. Harry covered his mouth with his hand and let his other wander down to his belly. Severus eyes didn't miss the motion, but obviously didn't register the meaning. Harry fled from the dungeons running as fast as he could towards the room of requirement.

Usually when someone has a bad break up they can go to their friends. But Harry hadn't told Ron and Hermione about Severus. He was truly alone.

The ride back to the Dursley's was the same as it had always been; miserable. Dudley hit him with chocolate wrappers every chance he got while Uncle Vernon gleefully compared Harry's freakishness to the perfection of his son. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't bother Harry. But these weren't normal circumstances. Harry's newly learned wand less magic (untraceable by the ministry) concealed the huge amount of weight he'd gained, and his self esteem was equal to zero. He was an unwanted, fat whore. And he meant nothing to Severus. And now…he was a freak.

Tears poured down from his large green eyes silently making Dudley laugh in victory and Vernon boast even more about his son.

The beatings started up soon after Harry was officially "home". Harry was always careful to protect his stomach first with a sort of shield and then with his hands. This went unnoticed by the Dursley's, thankfully. When Vernon chose to whip him, all he ever whipped was his back. Harry gave a token struggle, but never did anything to stop it. He believed he deserved what he was getting. That he deserved this treatment.

One month into his stay with the Dursley's, a horrible cramping in his gut made itself known. Harry cried out in pain with the first wave of it. Vernon screamed at him from upstairs to shut up. Harry pulled himself together long enough to whisper a quick silencing charm and to counter charm to his child's concealment. That was when the first pangs of panic set in. He was about to give birth…and he had no idea how!

Harry pulled himself up into a sitting position, which in itself hurt like a bitch. Realizing that he couldn't give birth with his clothes on, he carefully removed them trying to cause the least pain possible. Another sharp pain wracked his body, along with a wave of nausea.

His breathing was shallow and quick, his heart beat going a hundred miles a minute. "I don't know what to do," He cried softly. "Please oh please oh please oh please oh please God help me." He cried out again a moment after that with another contraction. He was really going to do it. He was going to have a baby. In a cupboard. With only one light bulb. Alone. The last part was what hit him the hardest. He was all alone.

This blind panic in between contractions lasted for several hours. By the time he felt the need to push, he was crying openly, screaming, breathing shallowly, and was covered in sweat. He pushed and pushed. It was all he seemed to be able to do. Just one push after painful push. The pain was overwhelming, but he couldn't let himself pass out. He had to be there for his child when he or she took their first breath. Finally, he felt his child's head slide out from between his legs. Another push delivered the shoulders. Reaching out and grasping the shoulders, he pushed and pulled the baby the rest of the way out. Not hearing a sound from his child yet, he rubbed their back and finally heard it. The most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

His son's first breath. Harry very carefully cut to cord that connected himself to the child with a pair of scissors he'd stolen from the Dursley's to spite them. Holding his son and rocking him carefully back and forth, he pushed one last time and delivered the placenta. Breathing hard and rocking the new born baby gently, Harry cleaned his baby off with the cleanest of his shirts and carefully dressed him in the gender neutral clothing he'd bought for when his baby was born.

It shouldn't have been this soon though. The child was early. And now Harry was screwed. How was he going to get Andrew out of there alive? Too tired to think of a way out, Harry cradled the now sleeping infant against his chest and settled back to sleep as well. Andrew. His little angel.

A/N: Well. Now you know how that all happened for the most part! I think I will use more flashbacks later on in the story for more Sev/Harry interaction. In this one, you really didn't get to see all that much. Hmm…we'll remedy that eventually. So yeah. I hope you liked it! REVIEW!

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INDIVIDUAL RESPONSES

ak-alterego- Yes…Sev's a bastard. I'm sorry for the torture.

Rikki K- Severus is… a very complex character. As a rule, I'd say he'd come to his senses eventually. But with me you never know. Muhahaha!

Niimura Yume- Yay! Emotional response! I'll probably make it a happy ending. But there's always that chance that I'll be in a bad mood the day I write it. Lol.

Miru Amai- Yes. That threat was a bit below the belt. Poor poor Harry. Thanks!

Layce74- No. He's not abusive. He's an ass. That's Severus in character my dear. If it does end up H/S, Sevy dear will have accepted his fate and whatnot. That's why stories have dynamic characters. Thanks!

Priss- Lol. You're questions will be answered in due course. Some of them might be answered by the time you read this. Have patience. Writing itself is simple enough, but finding the motivation for it can be a killer. Thanks.

StarGazer- I'll answer reviewers if I want to. That wasn't one of the things the has banned.

Honeyduked- LMAO. Bastard Snape is hot true enough. And yes. The red hair is a recessive gene from Lily.

Jaleandralalok- Missed you too babe! Thanks! huggs

Opal- You raise an interesting point. But for the sake of sense, Wormtail is not caught. They know that he's still alive and did some investigation (which I mentioned in this chappy) and they realized that Siri didn't do it. So thus Siri is free. Sorry for any confusion.

Emerald-silver serpent- hugs Thanks! I know what you mean. One of your hopes will come to be. Tehe.

Essenity- LMAO. And interaction you will get. Eventually. Possibly kinky, but as far as this story goes I make no promises.

Reaka- HUNGARIANS! Yeah…we'd probably freak out then be polite. Lol.

Inumoon3- Yeah, Sev was a perfect bastard in that chapter. Hopefully, the controversy will end soon enough. Thanks!

Alliekatgal- Sev is being a world class asshole….I'm enjoying making Remus a fatherish figure. Thanks!

Angus Dei- Amen to that! Siri/Harry needs to be the final pairing!

Savage Amazon- In Harry's situation, a birth certificate isn't one of his top priorities. I agree with you…it would be difficult to do so young and alone…and in a cupboard. Hope this chap explained some things.

UK all the way- Wow! That's one of the nicest reviews I've ever received for this fic! Thanks very much for the ideas and everything!