Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be
Author: SweetMercy
Rating: M
Warnings: mpreg, slash, has naughty swear words!
Pairings: RL/HPbut has references to others.
Summery: One day in the summer after Harry's 6th year, an article appears in the paper that turns his world upside down. Knowing that most of what was said in the article was true, Harry fears seeing his friends and the rest of the Order. But, just like everything else, life has to go on, and Harry returns to school to face the music.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. It's summer so my stupid heyfever had kicked in and it's a right pain. I can't even go outside at times, it's that bad. I get it every year, but every other year it's really bad, and this year seems to be the bad year. And being all ill makes me lazy which is why you had a longer wait than usual. Sorry if there is mistakes in this as well; too ill to read right now.
Chapters/Father: I can't answer most of your questions as that would be giving away too much. But you all seem pretty anxious to know about the babies father. Well, this is the first chapter that get some things explained, and all of the next few chaptes will do that as well. I wasn't sure how to set this out; let Harry tell all in one chapter, or drag it out over a few. Mwhahaha! I decided to drag it out for effect. lol. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 5: Sirius
The news that Harry was pregnant with triplets soon spread through the house to the ears of the rest of the Order. Every time Harry passed one of them, they would stop and congratulate him and offer their help; some, like Mundungus, even bought him presents.
Harry was worried that the papers might find out and release this information to the world, but, as Hermione pointed out, the only way that was going to happen was if someone from the Order spilled the news or if the Hospitals files were raided, both pretty unlikely.
By the end of the week, Harry had the whole house fussing over him. Dumbledore had told them what Healer Neeson had said; that Harry needed to relax and take it easy. He soon found out that he had most of them waiting on him hand and foot. They kept popping into his room asking if he wanted anything to eat or drink or simply seeing if he was comfortable. A small part of Harry felt guilty about all the fussing the others were doing over him, but he couldn't help but smile. They'd really come together and helped, and Harry would be forever grateful. He looked forward to when his friends would pop in to see if he was alright as it really made a change from the life he was so used to.
But two people Harry wasn't looking forward to seeing was Sirius and Remus. Remus, thankfully, didn't drop by. In fact, he hadn't said a single word to Harry since he'd arrived. Even though this took a huge weight off Harry's shoulders, it did tend to hurt. Harry knew he would have to strike up the courage to talk to that man soon, but he knew he couldn't now. The healer had said not to get stressed out after all and Harry had some serious thinking to do about Remus.
And Sirius.
Sirius was much harder to avoid as Sirius plainly didn't want to avoid Harry like Remus did. He had managed to get out of conversations with his godfather so far, but today had been proving difficult as Sirius has been turning up just about everywhere, and this evening was no different.
Harry was lying on his bed, one hand protectively on his stomach, the other holding a book. Harry had decided that he would feel much better and prepared for the birth and all that followed if he was to read up on it. Hermione had been kind enough to nip down to Diagon Ally and purchase it for him, along with some sweets and pastries she knew Harry liked.
As Harry turned the page there was a knock at his door. Eyes still fixed on the book, Harry called the person in, thinking that it would probably be another Order member coming to check on him.
"Hey," said a quiet voice and Harry looked around the book to see Sirius standing in the doorway. His heart skipped a beat.
"Hi," he said, gripping the book. He didn't know what else to say. Sirius was dressed in his normal black robes which he had left open to reveal jeans and shirt. The dark around Sirius's chin told Harry that he hadn't shaved for quite some time and his eyes were slightly red.
"I thought I'd come and see how you're doing," he said, closing the door.
"I'm ok," said Harry. "A little tired though."
"Understandable," he replied from the door. "You're carrying triplets."
There was an awkward silence. Harry picked at the corner of his book whilst looking everywhere but at his Godfather.
"We need to talk Harry," Sirius said slowly.
"Can't we talk tomorrow? I'm really tired and I…"
"No Harry," he said over him, taking a step towards the bed. "We need to talk now. You've been avoiding me."
"No I haven't," lied Harry. "I just kept missing you is all."
"That's bullshit Harry and you know it."
"Don't talk to me like that," Harry snapped, feeling his angry start to bubble.
"You never listen! You always leave the room when I enter it, how else am I supposed to get you to listen to me?" he shouted.
"I don't want to listen Sirius," he shouted, "I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it."
"You're pregnant Harry, what else…"
But he was cut off by another knock on the door.
"Tell them to go away," Sirius said, eyes fixed on Harry. "We need to finish this."
"Come in," Harry called, ignoring Sirius, who glared at him.
"Hi," smiled Hermione, coming through the door. "Just thought we'd come and see how you were getting on."
"We can go if you like," said Ron, gesturing to Sirius.
"Oh no," said Harry, jumping at the opportunity. "Sirius was just going."
With a last look, Sirius stalked out the room. Ron looked after him in puzzlement.
"What's gotten up his arse?" he said, looking back at Harry, but Harry couldn't answer. He had tears tumbling down his cheeks. So much for no stress.
"Oh Harry, what's wrong?" asked Hermione, bewildered. She rushed over to his bed and pulled him into a hug. Harry couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed; how many more times was he going to cry like this?
"I hate my life," he cried. "I hate it! Why does shit always happen to me?"
"Don't say that," she said. "We're here for you, don't worry."
Frustrated, Harry pulled out of the hug and jumped off the bed. They all said they were there for him but it wouldn't stop the pain he felt; nothing would.
"What is it mate?" asked Ron. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Harry snapped. "Everything! I'm so confused, I don't know what I want anymore! I'm not even 17 yet and I'm pregnant with bloody triplets! I'm going to be a single parent 'cause I can almost guarantee that the other father doesn't want me! That's if I can figure out who the hell he is first! And to top it all off, I have a crazy murdering lunatic after me and a bloody prophecy to fulfil!"
Both of them just stared at him with shocked looks on their faces, and Harry felt horrible once more.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, wiping his tears away. "I shouldn't have shouted. It just, everything has gone wrong and I don't think I can handle all this much longer."
"It's fine Harry," said Ron. "You don't have to apologise. We understand."
"We can see how much this is hurting you," Hermione said softly. "I wish there was more I could do."
Harry sat down on the bed again and put his head in his hands. His mind was so full of questions, hopes, fears. Why has he let this happen? Would the father help him? Would they all hate him? Harry was also having trouble deciding what his feelings were towards certain possible fathers. He knew, absolutely knew, that he hated one of them and if that person turned out to be the father then he didn't know what he would do. He also knew he had strong feelings, strong positive feelings, towards one of them, but he didn't know where to begin with that person.
"I need to talk to you guys," said Harry, head still buried. "I can't keep this to myself anymore otherwise I'll go insane."
The other two nodded somewhat eagerly.
"But you can't tell anyone," he warned them, looking up. "And you can't judge me on this."
"We promise Harry," said Hermione.
"Right," he started, and he took a deep breath. "You already know that there are four possible fathers, and that they were all close together. Since it was all in the paper, I'm pretty sure they are all aware of my…situation…and they all properly think that they're the father."
Harry stopped to think about this for a moment. He hadn't thought of that. They all think that they are the father. Here's Harry, stressing out over the fact that he doesn't know who the father is, when they are all probably having the worst summer ever because they found out about all of this through the bloody paper!
"I feel awful," Harry whispered to himself. "They're all probably really worried about this, hating me because I didn't tell them directly."
"It's not your fault Harry," said Hermione. "You're been through a lot and I know this isn't easy for you. They'll understand."
Harry nodded slowly to himself, not really listening to what Hermione had said. Then, trying to clear that thought from his mind, he took another deep breath. There was no point in beating about the bush, he might as well just tell them. He looked away and screwed his eyes tight shut.
"Sirius could be the father. I slept with him."
He could almost feel the silence that filled the room.
FLASHBACK
"Sirius? You here?" Harry called out into the quiet house.
He had just arrived at Grimmauld Place via floo, after having had a harder day than usual.
His day had started out fine; he had woken up to the first clear sky they had had in weeks after having such a dull and stormy Christmas and New Year; February was almost upon them and he was looking forward to the Gryffindor Vs Slytherin match. He had skipped down to breakfast in high spirits and had joyfully joined the others on the way to Transfiguration. Then he had received his results on the last test they had done in class.
He had felt so sure that he had managed a decent grade but Advanced Transfiguration was suddenly a lot harder than it used to be. Then he had had Charms and, his mind still lingering on the dismal grade he had just received in his last class, had failed to pay attention to what little Professor Flitwick was saying and had ended up setting half the classroom on fire.
Dinner time brought unpleasant news; Ron and Hermione were back together. Now, he knew he shouldn't be feeling jealous towards them and should be happy that they were happy again, but the fact that his two best friends were 'madly in love' with each other only served to remind him that he, Harry, was still single.
Then came Potions. Oh, how he hated Potions. Snape had been in a particaully menacing mood and felt that he needed to take his bad feelings all out on Harry; the jeering remarks, the snidey comments, you name it. Harry had gotten so wound up that he had yelled at Snape and had told him 'where to stick it' resulting in one weeks detention and 50 points from Gryffindor. Annoyed, Harry had blown up his cauldron; (on purpose or not, Harry still wasn't sure.)
Not willing to take anymore, Harry had returned to the common room, thankful that he had no more lessons today. He had only just thrown himself into the cosy armchair by the fire and was beginning to relax when Mcgonagall had come in. Dumbledore wanted to see him due to Harry's 'lack of control on his temper'. Harry had stormed into the old mans office, flung himself into a chair, and had managed to shatter several glass bottles accidentally by generating too much power.
The events of the day had led to Harry flooing himself home to Sirius as he couldn't stand to be around anyone else at that moment.
"Sirius?" Harry called again, feeling himself growing angry that his own Godfather, the man who said he'd always be here if Harry ever wanted to talk, wasn't here. Then he mentally kicked himself for being angry at the man when he heard his steps approaching the front room.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, coming into the room. "Is something wrong?"
Smiling at Sirius' concern, Harry sat down on the sofa behind him.
"Everything's fine," he sighed. "I just had a bad day is all, so I came to see how you were doing."
Sirius frowned. "I'm fine Harry," he said. "But I am worried about you. This isn't the first time you've stormed away from school due to a bad day."
"I know," sighed Harry. "But it was a really bad day. If I had stayed at Hogwarts any longer, I have a horrible feeling I would have exploded myself and everything else around me. I figured you wouldn't be best pleased if Hogwarts sent you a bill for all the damage I had caused in said explosion."
"Fair enough," smiled Sirius. "You want to talk about it?"
"Nah," smiled Harry, cuddling up to Sirius, "I just want a cuddle from my favourite Godfather."
"Your only Godfather," he said, "I should hope I'm your favourite."
Harry laughed softly and snuggled deeper into Sirius's shoulder, glad when the man wrapped an arm around him.
"You going to tell me what happened to make today such a bad one?" Sirius eventually asked after having sat there for a few moments in silence, welcoming the comfort.
"Just stuff," muttered Harry. "I got a crap mark in Transfiguration, set the classroom on fire in Charms, had to watch Ron and Hermione being all cute together, and then I had to suffer Snape. To top it all off, Dumbledore thinks I need some sort of anger management class because I yelled at Snape and let my magic get out of control."
When Sirius laughed at that, Harry couldn't help but smile.
"Well I can see you at least had a productive day," he smiled.
"Stressful more like," said Harry, then sighed again. "At least it's over now."
"Yeah…" There was another moment of silence. Soon, Sirius spoke up again.
"So, Ron and Hermione are back together?"
"Yep," he said without any enthusiasm. "Don't get me wrong, I am happy for them," he said, "It's just, well, they're my best friends and they're together, you know? I wouldn't mind that much if they were both going out with someone else…and seeing them together…" He broke off seeing Sirius looking down at him knowingly.
"I know what you mean," he told Harry. "There was a time in seventh year when I felt pretty much left out. James had Lily, Peter had some weird girl from Hufflepuff, me and Remus had just broken up and…"
"You and Remus?" Harry cut across. "Really?"
Harry had known for a while that Sirius was bi. Remus had told him loads of funny stories from his school days about all the messes Sirius used to get himself into. But he had never mentioned that he himself had been involved.
Harry had also asked Sirius about being bisexual. Sirius had said that he 'preferred gay sex but would rather be in a relationship with a chick'.
"Yeah," said Sirius with a small smile. "I mean, it's not what you think. We weren't that much in love with each other or anything. But it did hurt when we broke up."
"And now?"
"Now me and Moony are just good friends, which is exactly how I want things to stay. I don't want any more from him or any less. He's my best friend."
Harry relaxed into Sirius's embrace before speaking again.
"Did you sleep with him? If you don't mind me asking?"
"I don't mind," he said. "Yeah, I did. We were together for just over a year."
Another silence followed yet again. Harry lay back, thinking all this through. Remus and Sirius. Sirius and Remus. He had always pictured Remus has, well, the smart one; the wise one. The one who would wait for the perfect guy, the one who would be loving and caring; the romantic one. Finding out that he had slept with Sirius, Harry supposed that he couldn't be all that romantic and gentle – Sirius still had a reputation for the being the wild, savage one in bed.
"I'm not all that savage you know," said Sirius with a chuckle. Harry looked up with questioning eyes.
"When people find out about Remus and I they tend to wonder about what Remus is really like in bed," he laughed softly, "and then compare him to me and my reputation."
Harry smiled sheepishly.
"Remus can be just as wild and kinky as I can," he said.
"And you?" asked Harry, sitting up to face Sirius.
"And I can be just as charming and romantic as Remus," he whispered.
He lifted a hand and slowly reached out towards Harry, who allowed him to brush his hand softly against his cheek. Harry closed his eyes and leant in to the touch.
The soft caresses disappeared and Harry opened his eyes only to meet Sirius's, full of lust and desire. Harry swallowed.
"Sirius…" But his words were lost. He found he could no longer summon his voice; his mind was racing and he couldn't find one coherent thought. His heart was pounding against his chest, and in the silence that engulfed them both, he was sure it's drum beat could be heard.
But if it could, Sirius paid no attention to it. He was moving in closer to Harry, who was subconsciously moving towards Sirius. All of a sudden, Harry found he didn't care what was going on, he just knew that he was looking into eyes that reflected the same desire as he felt flooding through his own body.
Their lips touched, and at first it was soft and slow, savouring the moment and the taste. But Harry's mind was blank; he couldn't think. All he knew was that he was being kissed and he liked it. But by the time his mind had begun to register exactly what was happening and who with, the kiss had already turned into something hot and passionate and hungry, and Harry was returning it with just as much enthusiasm. But when Sirius's hands moved down to his robes, Harry found his voice and tried to pull away.
"Sirius, no," he whispered, "no, we can't…please." He wasn't sure if he meant please yes or please no, it was that good. He leant back in and covered Sirius face with heated kisses.
"You're right, we shouldn't do this," said Sirius, although his hands were working furiously at trying to undo Harry's robes.
"I know," breathed Harry between kisses. "It's wrong."
"We could get into a lot of trouble," he muttered as he pushed the robes off Harry's shoulders and discarded them.
"I know," Harry breathed again, allowing Sirius to attach himself to Harry's neck. "This is just so…oh that's good…wrong."
"You taste so good," Sirius whispered, licking and kissing his way along Harry's collarbone and down his muscled chest.
As Sirius reached Harry's trousers, his reason left him. He wanted it and Sirius wanted it and it felt good. That was all he needed to know.
END FLASHBACK
"…and one thing led to another and before I could do anything we were...you know," finished Harry. He risked a look at his two friends who were both sat on the bed staring at him. He looked away.
"He…he didn't force you did he?" Hermione finally asked timidly.
"No!" said Harry, feeling slightly offended. "Do you really think I would let someone force me into that sort of thing?"
There was a silence. Harry put his head in his hands as he sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. The things that had been said and done that night were flooding through his mind and he couldn't escape them. He sighed and looked up again.
"Are you guys ok with this?" he asked them, not comfortable with their silence.
"It just…needs to sink in," said Ron slowly. "I mean, you slept with your godfather Harry."
"I know," he said, "but I told you what happened. I'd had a bad day, I just wanted some comfort."
"But with Sirius?"
"Ron," Harry warned, "you promised you wouldn't judge me."
"We're not Harry," said Hermione, "we're just…shocked. I just wish you would have talked to us rather than, well, do what you did."
"I know," said Harry, "but it's done now. There's nothing to be done about it."
Another silence, and then "Was he your first time Harry?" It was Ron asking. Without looking at them, Harry answered "yes."
Trying to avoid the awkward moment, Harry sighed again and stood up.
"I need to carry on," he told them.
"Can't you just give us a minute to let this sink in," asked Hermione. "Can't we talk about it before you carry on?"
"No," said Harry. Reluctant as he had been to tell them this story, he found that he didn't want to stop, not now that he had started. "I need to get all this of off my chest first."
"Ok," she nodded, "If it's what you want."
Harry didn't want to think about what he wanted right now. He just needed to tell them everything before he lost his nerve.
"As you know, Snape gave me a week's detention," Harry continued, resuming his pacing. "It was two days after the…incident…with Sirius. It was a Saturday. I remember that because everyone had gone into Hogsmeade and I had to stay to do detention. This time, it was Remus who was a comfort to me."
Hope you all liked it! I'm going to have flashbacks in the next few chaptes because it's alot easier to explain things that way.
I'm glad you liked the triplets. I was going to have twins but decided on triplets because I haven't read alot with triplets recently.
Important: I am hoping that I'll have one or two more updates before the almighty July 16th comes. If I don't, then I'll probably post towards the end of July. I'm sure all of us are going to want to read and reread book 6 and hardly anyone will be on the internet when that time comes. Plus, I'm swamped with summer homework alreadt. But don't worry, I won't leave this fic. And if Remus or Dumbledore or a main Weasley die then they'll still be alive here, just like Sirius. And it will probably take a while to everyone to get back into the mood for fanfics once the book is out anyway. 21 DAYS TO GO!
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