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"Harry! Wake up mate or we'll miss breakfast!"
Slowly Harry opened his sleepy eyes, immediately regretting the action and wincing at the newly revealed sun.
"Mm, Ron, what do you want?" A tired hand batted at the bed curtains that had been pulled back.
"Wake up Harry!" The redhead poked the covered form.
"Okay, okay!" Harry snapped up. "I'm awake."
"Good, now hurry and get dressed, I want to eat before our first class." Ron moved toward his own bed.
Harry sighed and threw his legs over the side of his bed, wincing at the slightly chilled stones but rising nevertheless. He pulled out his normal uniform and dragged himself toward the bathroom under Ron's chiding gaze.
Merlin he's spending too much time with Hermione. Harry shook his head with a slight smirk.
He hurriedly dressed though, sparing a withering look toward the slight raise in his stomach as he firmly pulled his shirt down to cover his skin. It was at times like these that he was glad most of his clothes were loose on him.
"Harry!" Ron called from the other room.
"Merlin, can't I ever get a moment to myself?" Harry grumbled as he quickly ran a hand through his hair and performed a quick spell to take care of his teeth.
"I'm coming Ron, I'm coming." He rolled his eyes as he exited the room. "Just let me grab my wand and we'll leave."
"Alright." Ron stood and moved toward the door. "I'll meet you downstairs then."
"Go." Harry shooed him off.
The dark haired boy waited for the click of the door and then released a tired sigh. He gently grabbed his wand from the night table beside his bed.
"Begin the torture." He sighed as he left the room.
"You know Harry, you really should be getting more sleep." Hermione said over breakfast. "You look terribly tired."
Harry glanced up from his jellied toast with a quirked brow. "I get enough sleep." He replied.
"Well then there must be something else because you look drained." She pointed out.
Harry shrugged and allowed his attention to drift back toward his food. The only bad thing about having such a smart witch as a friend was the obvious alertness to everything. If Harry wasn't careful she might find out about his condition.
He shuddered at the thought.
It would do no good for anyone to find out about that.
A flurry of wings drew his dulled eyes toward the ceiling as the post arrived. The normal blur of owls and mail rained down on the students and Harry remained still, not expecting anything.
Ron caught his own mail, and flipped open the Daily Prophet. An immediate choking erupted from the redhead as he breathed in his mouthful of bacon.
"Ronald Weasley, what have I told you about chewing your food?" Hermione frowned.
"B-bloody hell!" He replied instead. "Look at this rubbish they've got in the paper!" He pointed frantically toward the front page.
Hermione's eyes widened as she too saw what the commotion and loud pockets of conversations forming were about.
Harry remained impassive as he twirled his fork into his scrambled eggs, tearing them apart and leaving them mangled.
He wished he could do the same to himself.
A nervous face turned toward him and Hermione bit her lip in an attempt to quell the uneasiness rising within her. This was not good.
"Harry?" She murmured tentatively. "You might want to see this."
A growing dread rose and Harry winced as he took the paper from her nervous fingers. With a bated breath he glanced down and in the same moment felt his heart stop.
Boy Who Lived Expecting?
"Shit." Harry cursed under his breath as his eyes roamed downward to the actual story, looking past the picture of himself, playing Quidditch of all things.
Recently an anonymous source approached us with this juicy little bit of info. It would seem that the Boy Who Lived is pregnant! You know what that means ladies, it seems our handsome Mr. Potter is not only 'batting for the team' as muggles like to say, but is also spoken for.
The question on every witch and wizard's mind is, who's the father? Our anonymous source was able to tell us that the baby is healthy, but sadly he himself wasn't told who the father of this bundle of joy was.
Is this rumor true? Though the name of our source is disclosed, he has assured us that his position is highly looked upon and his words are true. So only the future will tell, or the Boy himself.
The wizarding world wishes you luck Harry Potter!
Harry angrily threw the paper to the side and closed his eyes, not able to read anymore.
That healer had told the bloody paper! What was wrong with wizards these days!
He clenched his teeth angrily, he had thought he was safe after the few weeks had passed. But yet again his fame was coming back to bite him in the arse. It seemed he would never escape the damned spotlight and his life would always be out in the open for the entire wizarding world to poke and prod at.
"Harry?" A tentative voice questioned.
The boy sighed and raised his head to look toward his friend. "What?" He replied.
"Is it true?" Hermione refused to break eye contact with him.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course not Hermione, I'm not even gay." He snorted. "I agree with Ron, it's rubbish. Some bloke thought it would be funny to spread this lie and now it's gotten out of hand."
Hermione frowned yet nodded in consent. "You're probably right." She agreed. "Such a terrible thing to do, but at least it wasn't that Rita Skeeter woman who wrote the article."
"No, it's some witch I've never heard of." Ron said. "But if she had written it, I think it would've been a lot worse."
Harry nodded in agreement as his eyes wandered across the hall, he felt his breath catch as he locked with silver orbs.
Malfoy remained staring at him, a strange look in his eye, as though he were trying to read Harry's thoughts. The Gryffindor stubbornly looked away and sighed.
This was going to be a long day.