Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be

Author: SweetMercy

Rating: M

Warnings: mpreg, slash, has naughty swear words!

Pairings: RL/HP but 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: Lots and Lots of thank you's to all those who reviewed! I'm glad you liked it.

Chapter 6: Remus

"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."

FLASHBACK

Harry stormed down the long corridor muttering incoherently to himself. He threw the password at the fat lady and flung himself into the armchair by the fire, letting his bag drop to the floor, some of its contents spilling out.

Snape was such a prick. Not only was he a prick, he was a git; a greasy git. An annoying greasy git who was a total prick. An annoying greasy-haired git who was a total prick with a big nose.

Harry sighed. Name calling was not helping – if you could call that pathetic attempt to insult Snape behind his back name calling.

But just who did he think he was? Harry had actually apologised to Snape about yelling at him and blowing up his cauldron. But did that make any difference? Did it fuck! He still had to do a weeks detention with the man. And it had only been two days! He still had another five to go! Why couldn't Voldemort just realise Snape was the spy and go and kill him? Do the school an actual favour for a change?

Harry sighed again. Ok, so Harry didn't really want the man dead. But he did want something to be done about it. Maybe he should just go to Dumbledore and complain? Excuse me Professor Dumbledore, but Snape is treating me badly and since I'm Harry Potter I should get my own way… Maybe not.

Harry looked around the empty common room. He could really use Ron and Hermione right now. He really needed to vent some of his anger and a good way to do that was to have a good bitch about Snape. Besides, if he didn't learn to 'vent his anger' and 'turn it into something productive' then he had a horrible feeling he would blow something up again and then Dumbledore really would consider sending him to anger management classes. Imagine! The boy-who-lived attending anger management! Then Voldemort would find out, make Harry angry causing Harry to lose control and blow himself up, leaving Voldemort to rule the world! All because Harry had a temper problem!

Ok, so that was a bit far-fetched. But it could happen.

Maybe he should try meditation? He could just hear a voice like Trelawney's in his head…channel your anger, release it into the atmosphere…Ok, so meditation was a stupid idea. But he needed something.

A tap on the window interrupted his thoughts and he looked up to see a brown owl sitting on the window sill outside. Sighing yet again, Harry got up and crossed the room. He opened the window and the owl stuck its leg out. Who would be writing to him?

He took the letter and thanked the owl before he flew off again. Sitting back down into the comfy armchair, Harry tore open the letter slowly, his apprehension building for some reason. He was so used to Hedwig bringing him letters he felt that this one may hold bad news.

He pulled out the parchment and unfolded it, slightly surprised when he saw that it was Sirius' handwriting. Then a dead weight dropped in his stomach. Sirius.

He looked nervously down at the letter. He hadn't thought about that night since, well, that night.

Dear Harry,

You know I'm hopeless at words, especially when writing them down, so if this comes out sounding all wrong then please forgive me. I don't really know how I'm going to put this; I just woke up this morning and felt like I needed to explain myself to you.

The other night was a mistake. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I hadn't slept with anyone in almost 16 years and you being there all cute and vulnerable…I don't even know what to say. I just can't put into words how very sorry I am. I abused my position as your Godfather. I took advantage of you and I feel so very ashamed of what I've done. It should never have happened. I completely understand if you're not willing to forgive me. You're a 16 year old boy, you're Harry Potter. You shouldn't have to be worrying about the consequences of sleeping with your Godfather. No one should. When I think about what happened…me sleeping with my best friend's son…it's just so wrong. I can't apologise enough for this error. I'm disgusted with myself.

Your first time shouldn't have been a mistake and it certainly shouldn't have been with me. It should have been with someone you loved and it should have been full of meaning and passion, not urgency and need. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, only hoping that in time you will be able to. You're my Godson Harry and I love you, and that love is strictly platonic and should have stayed that way.

I have to go now. The Order is here for a meeting. Whatever you decide to do about this mess I have landed us both in I will understand. I would go back to Azkaban for my mistake if it made you feel better. I really am very sorry.

Hope you're well and that Snape isn't treating you too badly.

Sirius

Harry stared at the letter in front of him. The truth was, he didn't know what to make of it.

Yeah, it was true that Harry didn't feel anything for Sirius that wasn't platonic. Yeah, he understood that sleeping with him had been wrong. But a mistake? Harry wouldn't call it a mistake.

He knew he shouldn't have slept with Sirius, but he also knew that he had needed it. Harry had hoped that Sirius would just ignore what had happened between them, just forget about it. Pretend it never happened. If Sirius hadn't slept with anyone in 16 years then he was pretty sure that they had both needed it. He didn't regret it completely. It had been an experience. He had gotten closer to his Godfather. True, it was perhaps a little bit too close but he had hoped they could just ignore that fact. That they could go about their lives as normal after sharing such an intimate experience.

But to address the matter and call it a total mistake? A mess? Sirius really sounded like he meant it when he said it was a mistake; he sounded disgusted by the whole thing. Had Harry been that bad? And Azkaban? If he was willing to go back there then there was no question about how Sirius really felt.

You know I'm hopeless at words, especially when writing them down…No Sirius, you got your meaning across crystal clear.

So I'm a mistake, Harry thought bitterly. He regrets ever even touching me!

Not even thinking about what he was doing, Harry got up and headed out of the common room. He needed a good rant. He needed someone to tell him things would be ok.

By the time Harry had reached the third floor his anger seemed to be ebbing away. He stopped and looked down at the letter in his hand. Why was he even angry? It wasn't like he wanted to be with Sirius or anything. He just…didn't want the whole incident to be considered a mistake. Not when it had been his first time. He had hoped that they could both accept it and move on. It could be there little secret, something they shared, an understanding, anything as long as it wasn't considered a mistake. He had been called a mistake hundreds of times by the Dursley's and to hear it from Sirius (well, Sirius' letter) was just…hurtful. Even though it shouldn't have happened, it wasn't a mistake. That's how Harry saw it.

"Harry? Why aren't you in Hogsmeade?"

Harry spun around, hastily shoving the letter into his robe pocket. Lupin was walking towards him in his usual tattered robes. Sirius had offered countless times to buy him new ones but he always refused. Sirius hated the pride in Lupin, but Harry had always admired that independence. Working at Hogwarts again had done the man wonders and he was looking better than he had a year ago back at Grimmauld Place.

"I had detention with Snape," Harry told him, "I've got it all week."

Lupin smiled sympathetically. "Where you off to now?"

"You know," said Harry, "I really haven't the faintest clue."

"Come on," he smiled, "you can come with me to my office, keep me company."

"Thanks Professor," Harry smiled and he followed Lupin down the quiet corridor towards his rooms. He entered the familiar office, happy to see that once again it was full of books and small caged creatures that they would undoubtedly be studying soon in class.

Lupin opened another door behind his desk and signalled for Harry to enter and sit down. He did whilst looking around. They were in a small living room. One large purple sofa sat opposite the fire which was surrounded by all sorts of strange artefacts. The walls were lined with framed photographs and cabinets and shelves that held even more books than were in the office. In this room were two more doors which Harry guessed led to a bathroom and a bedroom.

Lupin came back over to him and sat down besides him.

"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked politely, looking at Harry.

"How did you know something was wrong?"

"James used to have that same look when he was worried or annoyed about something," he smiled.

Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'll be alright," he said. "Something just came up and it annoyed me but I can deal with it."

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" Lupin asked.

"I'm sure," said Harry, and it was true. That, and he couldn't talk about it. "It's mainly Snape that I'm pissed off at."

"Ah, that man pisses everyone off," said Lupin with a shake of his head. "He's such a sadist."

Harry laughed. "You think he gets off on other peoples pain?"

"I wouldn't put it passed him," he laughed. "Snapes' an evil one alright. Just don't let him get to you; you're stronger than that."

"Thanks Professor," Harry smiled, "and yeah, I suppose you're right. I really shouldn't let him get to me. It's just, he puts me down at every opportunity he has. Even if it's in front of other teachers. I let it get to me, ended up yelling at him, and earned myself yet another detention."

"And from what I heard you blew up your cauldron as well?" Lupin asked with a humorous glint in his eye.

"Dumbledore thinks I need anger management," he said, "other wise I might end up blowing up the whole the castle."

"Well we can't have that," said Lupin, "I like this job."

Harry smiled.

"Maybe you should try meditation," Lupin suggested and Harry looked back at him.

"Are you serious?" he asked, unbelievingly.

"Yeah," said Lupin. "I know a lot of people say it's a load of bullshit but it works, helps you to relax."

"Seriously?" said Harry again. "You want me to meditate?"

"Yeah," smiled Lupin. "Come on, I'll show you."

"Seriously?" asked Harry yet again, watching as his Professor pushed the coffee table out of the way to make room.

"Yes," laughed Lupin, sitting down on the floor. "Come on."

Amused, Harry slid of the sofa and sat down opposite Lupin.

"Now," he said, "you can do this two ways. The first is to kneel slightly, like this," Lupin knelt and tucked his legs underneath him, "or like this," he changed his position and sat with his legs crossed. "Or if you're flexible you can do this," legs still crossed, he rested his feet on thighs.

"Seriously?" asked Harry again, trying not to laugh.

"Yes!" laughed Lupin. "Now come on, pick your position." Harry did laugh at that.

"Dirty minded child," muttered Lupin.

"I'm a 16 year old, what do you expect?" he laughed.

Once he was sat with his legs crossed he looked at Lupin who had just lit many scented candles about the room with his wand. He drew the curtains and put out the main candles in the chandelier so that they were left in semi darkness. The scented candles were casting shadows across the room and Harry had to admit that it was indeed calming.

"Now, clear your mind," Lupin said softly as he closed his eyes, "let all that negative feeling go."

Harry closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind of all thought. The scented candles were sending such a sweet, exotic aroma around the room and the heat from the many candles was quite pleasant. Harry found that all of his bad feelings from earlier on were gone. It was hard to feel negative about anything when he was sitting in such a calming environment. Was it the atmosphere or the actual meditation that was calming him?

"Let go of your anger," Lupins voice whispered, "nothing can harm you here. This is your space, your time, and you are in control."

Harry opened his eyes. Lupin still had his closed and was looking very relaxed, and Harry couldn't help but smile as he regarded his Professor.

The candle light danced over his Professor making him look enchanted, highlighting his features most magnificently. The light played with his soft grey/brown hair making it look golden, and his face was glowing. The surrounding dark was inviting, the aroma that washed over him - enticing. It was such a romantic setting. All that was missing was soft music playing in the background.

Before he knew what he was doing, Harry was leaning in towards his Professor and before he could stop himself, had placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Lupin's eyes fluttered open and stared at Harry with shock and wonderment.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and Harry noted that he didn't sound angry at all, merely confused.

"You're beautiful," Harry whispered in replay and he leant in for another kiss, lingering a bit longer than he had intended, if he had intended at all.

"I'm your teacher," was all Lupin could utter.

"Then teach me," Harry whispered back. "Make love to me."

END FLASHBACK

"…and he really did make love to me. He was so gentle and caring, yet so passionate. It was deep and it was meaningful and it was powerful. We made love."

"And Sirius?" asked Hermione slowly, "what had that been?"

Harry considered for a while. "Hungry," he finally answered, "hungry and urgent and rough."

"I can't believe this," said Ron, shaking his head. "In just three days you slept with the two most inappropriate people you could sleep with! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking! Not with Sirius anyway. I realise now that, yes, it was a mistake. It was sex that shouldn't have happened, I know that now."

"And Remus?" demanded Ron.

"Remus," said Harry, "I don't regret. It was the most wonderful experience I have ever had."

"So," said Hermione, more to herself than anything. "You had a bad day, you slept with Sirius, which you admit was a mistake, although you were angry about Sirius saying that back then?"

"Right," said Harry.

"And then two days later, you had another bad day, met up with Remus, relaxed, and then you made a move on him?"

"Right," said Harry again.

"And you don't regret it?"

"No," answered Harry.

"Have you talked to Remus since?" asked Ron.

"Not really," said Harry. "We've sort of…avoided each other."

"Well, if you feel so strongly about him then shouldn't you tell him?" asked Hermione. "He has the right to know."

"Hermione…"

"And since he didn't object to you coming on to him then maybe he feels the same way."

"I don't think he does Hermione," said Harry.

"Why not?"

"Just…because, ok? Stuff like that never happens. There're only happy endings in books and films, never in real life."

"Oh, Harry, stop being so pessimistic," she said.

"I'm not, I'm just telling you how it is," he argued back.

"Look," said Ron. "Even though I'm probably not going to like what Harry has to tell us next, can we please get on with this?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah, I better get this all over with before I lose my nerve."

"Fine," said Hermione, "but we are talking about this Remus issue later."

"Ok," said Harry, and he resumed his pacing once more. "Yet again, only a couple more days passed. I still had detention with Snape and he was treating me like a piece of shit. I was so annoyed with Snape that my grades in other classes started to fall. You guys, no offence, were all loved up with each other and it was driving me crazy. Anyway, we'd just finished Quidditch practice and I stayed back to sort the game plan out when Draco Malfoy walked into the changing rooms."

"Oh Harry you didn't!" gasped Hermione.

"I did."

I swear these chapters keep getting longer and longer. lol. Maybe this one was a little shorter than the last, but still!

kelz: Nope, the triplets have the same father. Who the father actually is, I still haven't decided. I know what the ending pair is, but not who the father is. lol, I'm so unorganised.

the-mpreg-spirit: Awwww, I'm sorry sweetie. I know you love SBHP. lol, if it helps, Sirius could be the father since I haven't decided on one yet. lol. But it will end up with Harry and Remus.

Taikai no za Kokoro: Yay! 12 DAYS! 12 DAYS! 12 DAYS!

So, this was probably the last update before book 6 comes out. Sorry, but you'll have to wait until after the book for more updates. -gets on knees and begs- please don't leave me!

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