Sorry for the confussion but I'm reposting this chapter because it seems the end of it has disappeared. It was there last night and this morning but it just seems to have...vanished. Again, sorry for the confusion. But, I am glad to say, the mystery of the vanishing half-a-chapter isn't my fault. lol.

Chapter 11: Dramatic Disasters

As soon as he set one foot in the Great Hall he knew his life was over. He could practically feel all their eyes burning holes in him and his ears were filled with the sound of their gossip which sounded oddly like a swarm of bees.

Keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the ground, he allowed Hermione to lead him over to the Gryffindor table at the other end of the hall. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see students whispering behind their hands to one another, pointing and staring as he passed them.

He sat down in between Hermione and Ginny, Ron and Neville sitting opposite to try to block him from view of the Slytherins whilst Luna said goodbye and wandered off to the Ravenclaw table where she was immediately crowded by people, no doubt asking questions about Harry. Luna ignored them.

"At least that's over," said Hermione, shrugging her wet cloak off and draping it over the bench.

Harry, who still hadn't looked up, nodded quietly.

"Don't let it get to you Harry," said Ginny, patting him on the shoulder.

"You know what Hogwarts is like with gossip," said Ron, glaring at a bunch of third year Hufflepuffs who had just walked by in order to get a better look at Harry. "It thrives on it."

"I suppose I'll just have to get used to it again," said Harry.

They sat in silence as the rest of the students filed in and took up their seats at their house tables, all of them looking over at the Gryffindor table every now and then but Harry did his best to ignore them.

"…sure you're alright mate? You've been quiet the whole journey."

Harry looked up to see fellow Gryffindor 7th years Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan taking their seats at their table. Dean was looking downcast and was purposefully avoiding looking over at Harry and his friends.

"I'm fine," he muttered to Seamus, "Just tired. I'll feel better in the morning."

Harry turned back to the others and found that Hermione was looking straight at him, her eyes wide and accusing.

"You didn't tell him did you?" she whispered. "You were supposed to write to tell him but you didn't!"

"I forget," Harry lied, well aware that Hermione wouldn't believe him for a second.

"Well, you better make sure you tell him tonight Harry, otherwise he's going to have a miserable year, worrying about whether they're his or not."

"And you think I'm going to have a jolly good time?" he said sarcastically.

"Harry…"

"Alright, I'll tell him, ok?" he snapped.

"Tell who what?" asked Ginny, turning to look at him.

"No one nothing," he said, annoyed.

"You don't have to get all moody with me."

"Then you should mind your own business," he snapped at her.

"Will you two drop it?" said Ron, looking at both of them, "This isn't really the time or the place for this argument."

"Ron's right," said Hermione, "And Harry, you shouldn't snap at your friends, we're only trying to help."

Harry sighed. She was right, of course.

"Sorry Gin," he muttered. "I didn't mean to get all moody with you."

"It doesn't matter," she said softly. "You're going through a tough time, you can shout all you want."

"Ginny…"

"No really," she smiled. "I give you permission to shout at me all you want if it makes you feel better. I want to help after all."

Harry smiled at her. His friends really were the best friends anyone could possibly wish for.

Before Harry could say anything else however, a silence fell over the hall and Mcgonagall got to her feet with a scroll in her hand. It was then that Harry noticed the stool and the sorting hat sitting in front of the teachers table at the top of the hall.

"Here we go again," moaned Ron, resting his head in his arms on the table. Hermione rolled her eyes but Neville, Ginny, and Harry all laughed.

After a long, uneventful half an hour, the sorting was finally over (Gryffindor had 11 new students this year) and the tables had filled themselves up with all sorts of delicious food. Harry would have loved to have loaded his plate up with pizza, chicken nuggets, and chips but Ginny reminded him meals and more healthy products.

"You have to remember that the babies need all the nutrients they can get," she said, picking up a bowl of vegetable soup and tipping some into Harry's bowl.

"Yeah," said Harry, "But you also have to remember that I'm eating for four now. I need food."

"I'll tell you what," said Ginny, scooping up some chicken. "You eat that soup, and I'll let you have more chicken legs."

"Can I have some chips as well?" asked Harry.

"I suppose one lot of chips won't hurt," she said, "But stay away from the plain meats. I know you're allowed them and everything, but undercooked meat is really bad for you, and so are certain fish and dairy products and you can never be too careful."

"I'm sure the house elves know how to cook properly," said Hermione.

Harry smiled and scooped up a mouthful of his vegetable soup.

"Since when did you become his personal medic?" asked Ron, mouth full of pizza.

"Since just now," she smiled. "And you don't want to eat too many fatty foods," she added to Harry. "You might not be able to lose it later on."

After Harry had had 3 more helpings of soup, (which he was allowed to dip bread in) along with his portion of chips, mash potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, sprouts, chicken legs, and fish sticks (which Ginny assured him were alright to eat), the dinner vanished to be replaced with desert. Harry automatically went for the Strawberries and Cream.

"Don't forget to eat plenty of fruit," Ginny said, grabbing an apple and an orange and dropping them onto his plate, "The babies need their Vitamin C. And it might be a good idea to cut down on the amount of cream," she added on seeing Harry squirting cream all over the apple.

"The babies want cream," said Harry, now licking the cream off the apple. Ron laughed.

"You know what I'm gonna make you," said Ginny, watching Harry cover the still unbitten apple with cream again, "I'm gonna make you a nice strawberry milkshake."

"Oh, can I have a banana one?" asked Ron, watching his sister pull out her wand. Ginny ignored him as she dropped a few strawberries into a glass then poured some milk and ice cream in before tapping the top of the glass with her wand. The contents swirled around and mixed together.

"There you go," she said, passing the glass to Harry.

Three milkshakes, two apples, a few cookies, a piece of chocolate cake, and sponge cake with custard later, (Ginny let him have a treat) the food disappeared leaving only their drinks.

Dumbledore got to his feet at the teachers table and silence fell.

"To our new students, welcome," he said, as he did every year, "To our old students, welcome back! Now, as always, I have a few start-of-term notices to give out. First years should know, and older students should be reminded, that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all students at all times…"

Harry took a slurp of his milkshake.

"…that any items from the joke shop 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', along with a number of other items, are against school rules and any students caught using them will have to pay the price." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Notice he said they weren't banned," said Ron to the others with a smile, "He said we'd be punished if we were caught."

"Ron, you're still a prefect," said Hermione, "You shouldn't have them in the first place."

"Yeah, but I'm also a Weasley," he smirked, "How can I not have them when my brothers were the ones who invented them?"

Harry took another slurp of his drink.

"…welcome back Professor Lupin who has, by some wonderful miracle, survived another year as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and will hopefully survive many more to come."

There was enthusiastic applause for Professor Lupin, accompanied by cheers and whistles from the Gryffindors.

"Any students wishing to try out for their house teams should see their house Quidditch Captain within the next two weeks…"

"Bugger," muttered Harry.

"Huh?"

"I can't play Quidditch in this state can I?" he said, "I'm going to have to switch everyone around again."

"Well, with any luck, you'll only be missing one match," said Ginny. "I'm sure you'll be able to play in the rest of them."

Harry took another slurp of his drink before looking back at Dumbledore.

"…every possible safety measure has been placed on and around the school to ensure your safety. The Ministry Auror's are on standby at all times so, if in the unlikely event that something does happen, we will have highly trained witches and wizards protecting us all. But I can't stress enough the seriousness of the situation. Voldemort is not just attacking; we are at war. As you are all aware of…"

"I'm tired," muttered Harry, resting his head on his arms. "I want to go to bed."

"It's almost time," Ginny said comfortingly.

"You think you-know-who is gonna attack again?" asked Ron, looking over at them.

"It wasn't exactly him who attacked last time was it?" said Hermione, "It was his Death Eaters."

"I know he's the Dark Lord and everything," said Ginny, "But it doesn't really set a good image of him does it? He gets his Death Eaters to do everything for him? It makes his look like a coward."

"I think that was because he was scared of Dumbledore," said Hermione thoughtfully. "He didn't want to attack Hogwarts himself whilst Dumbledore was here, so he got his followers to do it for him."

"And a good job they did to," snorted Ron. "I mean, what did they do besides cause a scare and bite Bill?"

Bill, who had been bitten by a werewolf in human form, had recovered from the attack quite well. Thankfully he hadn't become a werewolf himself, but he had developed a short temper.

"Well, they did out Snape," said Hermione, "Voldemort knows he's a spy now."

Harry slurped his drink again.

"Maybe Voldemort's just lazy," said Harry, stirring his milkshake with his straw.

"What?" said Hermione.

"You know, lazy?" said Harry. "Maybe he just got fed up of organizing all these attacks and raids so he decided to stay home and catch up on some reading."

The other four looked at each other.

"I think you definitely need a good nights sleep," chuckled Ron.

Harry shrugged and slurped his drink again.

LINE

Harry woke up the next morning feeling well rested and at peace with the world. Snuggling deep into his covers he signed as he remembered that classes started today. He rolled out of bed and stretched before grabbing his clothes and heading for the bathroom. Before he could get there however, he was stopped by Dean Thomas. He sighed inwardly.

"Harry, I…"

"You might not be the father," said Harry before Dean could continue. It was actually getting easier to say now. Plus, even though he knew it would be impossible, what with the fact that he was 7 months pregnant and the Chosen One, he really wanted to try and hold on to his good mood for as long as possible and avoiding Dean wasn't the way to go about things.

"I…what?" Dean looked shocked but thankfully not hurt – always a good sign to continue.

"The babies might not be yours so…you know…don't panic."

"Babies? It's twins?"

"Triplets actually," said Harry vaguely, "Look, if they're yours I'm not going to force you to commit to anything. You can be as involved as you like."

"Yeah," Dean nodded as if in a trance.

"You ok with that? I can't offer you anymore since I'm already involved with someone and…"

"Oh no, it's that not," said Dean, shaking himself, "Nah, I'm cool with that. But…" he looked at Harry's stomach before continuing, "If they're mine then I promise I'll help out in anyway way I can whilst we're at school."

Harry nodded.

"It just, you know, it's sort of a relief that they might not be mine. Not that I'd hate them if they were…it's just I'd rather, you know…and I'm with Ginny and everything. She doesn't know that we…?"

"No," Harry reassured him, "No, she doesn't know. And I completely understand about everything."

"Good," said Dean, looking awkward, "Well, I, erm, I better go and get dressed. I'll see you in class later."

"Yeah," said Harry, "I guess I'll see you later."

And he made his way into the bathroom and had a shower.

As he was walking down to the Great Hall however, a thought occurred to him. He had been listening to Dean's words over and over again in his head, trying to figure out why he felt a sudden sense of unease. Something seemed to be poking at his brain trying to get his attention but Harry couldn't quite get a grip on it. He heard Dean's words play over again…

…I'll help out in anyway way I can whilst we're at school.

Harry stopped dead in the middle of the Entrance Hall despite the fact that people were watching him with interest.

Dean said he would only help whilst they were at Hogwarts which obviously meant that when they were finished with school then he wouldn't want to be involved. True, Harry had Remus to help him but…why was he so uneasy?

Of course Dean didn't want to help him once they had left Hogwarts. Dean wanted to live his own life. But Sirius and Remus on the other hand had lived a pretty full life already, despite being only 37 years old. Sirius and Remus had both been through a lot and they had both offered to help Harry no matter what…

But Dean wanted the chance to experience life in a different way. He didn't want to be tied down, he didn't want a constant reminder that he had triplets to care for…

But Sirius and Remus, both already having had gone through a lot in life, had both offered to help. Did that mean they were only offering to help because they had nothing better to do? Did that mean that Remus was only with him in a relationship because…

"Oh my God," Harry said to himself. "He's only with me because it's a ready-made family."

Still ignoring the students, Harry hurried into the Great Hall and over to Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, aware that many faces turned to follow him. He flung himself into a seat next to Hermione managing to knock over a jug of Pumpkin Juice.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked perplexed, seeing his eyes shining with tears.

"Remus is only with me because I'm his only chance to have a family," he sobbed.

"What? What makes you say that?"

"It just makes sense doesn't it?" he whined, "He and Sirius both offered to help me no matter what, and both of them have been through loads and they probably just want to kick back with a family."

"Oh, Harry," she sighed, putting an arm around him, "You're being hysterical again."

"Am I?" he cried, "Am I?"

"Yes," she said, keeping her voice quiet as Harry had attracted attention and people were now trying to listen in.

"Muffliato," she muttered waving her wand and the eavesdroppers looked around, tapping there ears.

"I thought you didn't approve of the Prince's spells?" said Ron with a grin.

"Ron, this is hardly the time to talk about that," she sighed. She turned back to the sobbing Harry. "I'm sure you've got it wrong Harry," she said softly.

"You weren't there Hermione, you didn't hear it," he said, wiping his eyes.

"Didn't hear what?"

"What Dean said when I told him," he answered. "He said he'd only be here for me at school. But Sirius and Remus both said they'd be there for me always, which makes you think doesn't it?"

"Not really," said Ron, but he fell silent when Hermione glared at him.

"They're only there for me because they want a family. Remus said he wants to be with me even if they aren't his children. Of course he does if he just wants the family!"

"Harry, you're being ridiculous," she said flatly, "Remus loves you, and he would never do something like that."

"Then why are they offering all this help then?" he demanded.

"Because they're nice people," she said simply. Harry looked up, unconvinced.

"Look," she said kindly, picking up Harry's timetable, "We have Defence Against the Dark Arts this afternoon. You think you can last until then?"

"Yes," Harry sniffed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"Good," she smiled. "Now eat up, you need you're strength."

The rest of the morning dragged by with the hours slowly ticking away. First lesson was Transfiguration with Mcgonagall and she wasted no time in telling them how important their N.E.W.T examinations were and that all free periods should be used for study as they would need to keep reviewing their notes since they would be moving at a quicker pace; the events at the end of last year had set them back on their coursework and they needed to spend extra time catching up.

"What you get in your N.E.W.T's all but determines what career opportunities are available to each individual. These results will be with you for the rest of your lives so make sure you work to the best of your abilities."

After double Transfiguration was over, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way down to the Charms corridor where they met up with Neville who smiled in greeting. The rest of the class wasn't there yet so they started a queue outside the classroom.

"You think all the teachers are going to be reminding us about NEWT's?" wondered Ron, leaning against the wall. "I mean, I know they're important and everything, but do they all have to go on about them for half an hour? They did this for our OWLS, remember?"

"They're just making sure we understand what is expected of us," said Hermione, resting her heavy bag on the floor.

"Maybe so," said Ron, "But they only need to tell us once. We're not little kids."

"They're not treating us like little kids," she said, looking over at Ron, "They informing us of what's to come."

"Drilling it into us more like," said Ron darkly, "I don't appreciate them repeating it over and over again. Like we didn't get it the first time."

"Oh Ronald, just stop complaining, it'll help you in the long run."

"I'm not complaining," he said indignantly, "I'm just saying that I don't see the point in repeating the same thing to every single class."

"Just because it doesn't help you doesn't mean it doesn't help others," she snapped.

"Yeah, well, you would say that wouldn't you?"

"POTTER! I want a word with you!"

They all jumped and looked round to see Malfoy striding down the corridor, Crabbe and Goyle hurrying to keep up.

Harry gulped and watched as Malfoy drew closer to them. He couldn't say he hadn't expected Malfoy to be pleased by the news. So much for his good mood.

Malfoy stopped dead in front of Harry, his pale face fixed on his, his eyes never leaving Harry's. Why, of all people, did Harry have to go and sleep with Malfoy? Why had he had to go and sleep with anyone for that matter?

"Care to follow me to somewhere more private," he snapped. It wasn't a question. Harry groaned inwardly and reluctantly followed Malfoy down the corridor, leaving a startled Ron, a worried Hermione, and a confused Neville behind him. He took a deep breath. You can handle this, he told himself.

Malfoy flung open a door to an empty classroom and all but pushed Harry into the room. He slammed the door behind him and Harry winced. He could almost feel the anger radiating off Malfoy.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at Potter?" he yelled after he had put up a silencing charm.

"Excuse me?" said Harry, glaring at the boy. "If I recall, it was you who wanted to fuck me! If this is anyone's fault it's yours!"

"You could have said 'no' couldn't you?" Malfoy snapped. "You could have pushed me away."

"I did!" shouted Harry. "I did, but you weren't having any of it!"

"You're just a fucking whore, you know that Potter?" he yelled at him. "I could kill you!"

"Then go ahead, kill me!" Harry yelled back. He stood still as he watched Malfoy stalk back and forth in front of him, angry red blotches appearing on his pale cheeks and a storm raging in his cold, grey eyes.

"Is it mine?" he asked sharply, turning on Harry again.

"Would you be bothered if it was?" he asked, choosing to keep the fact that it was triplets from him.

"Potter! Is it mine?"

"I don't know," he snapped, regretting it the moment it left his lips. Why couldn't he of just said 'no, it's not yours'?

"You don't know?" sneered Malfoy, his cold eyes glinting. "Could it, by any chance, be Professor Lupin's?"

"Does it matter whose it is?" said Harry, "It's not really going to concern you one way or another."

Malfoy sniggered and shook his head, turning away.

"You were gagging for it that night," he said, a trace of glee in his voice, "You needed a good fuck."

"I don't see what this has to do with anything," snapped Harry, wishing he could just disapperate. Malfoy turned back to Harry, a look of pure malice on his face. Harry got the feeling that he was enjoying this. Well, to some extent anyway.

"You better pray that baby isn't mine Potter," he said dangerously.

"Or else what Malfoy?" snapped Harry, pretty sure that even if they were Malfoy's babies he would rather face the blast-ended-skewts again then let him know.

"Or else I'm sure the papers would be very interested to know that the Chosen One has been whoring himself around," he sneered, smirk in place. "I'm sure they'd love to know that Harry Potter slept with his teacher and his Godfather."

And with one last smirk, he stormed out of the room leaving Harry rooted to the spot.

Shit.

He could hear the blood rapidly pumping through his veins. He could feel himself starting to shake with fear. He bit hard into his bottom lip to prevent the tears from coming.

Breathe, Harry told himself, just breathe. I'm sure you just heard wrong. Malfoy couldn't know. Just breathe.

But his breaths were coming in painful gasps and he was fighting a loosing battle against the tears he was desperately trying to hold back.

He couldn't believe it. This was all just…unreal. How could his world just come brutally crashing down like that? Everything…just shattered? How had he let it come to this? What had happened to the innocent little boy of eleven he had once known? The teenager who had fought countless times for his life and the life of his friends? What had happened to the boy who had wanted so much to just be accepted for who he was? The boy who had just wanted a normal life? How had he gotten from that to…to this place. This world where everything around him seemed cursed. How the hell had he managed to fuck up his life so much that he hardly recognised the little boy he had once been?

"This is not happening to me," he said to himself. "This is all just some sort of nightmare. I'll walk out of this door and everything will be alright again."

Getting a grip on himself he managed to get his legs to function and he forced his way over to the door. Hand still shaking terribly, he yanked it open and looked up and down the corridor. What was he expecting to see? Some sign that said 'April Fools' or maybe some indication that he had been transported into another realm where things were destined to go wrong?

When no consolation came he had to fight the urge to dash back into the classroom and hide. Focussing his mind on one thing he shut the door and walked back down the corridor in the opposite direction of the Charms classroom.

Just keep walking forwards, he told himself, and don't look anybody in the eye.

It was possibly one of the longest walks he had ever taken. He could feel the stares of the students following him along the corridor, whispering behind their hands to one another. Determined not to give them the satisfaction that they were getting to him he kept his head down and trod the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower.

Almost there, he assured himself as he finally turned on to the Fat Lady's corridor which was mercifully deserted.

"Flobberworm," he shot at the portrait and she swung forwards to let him in.

How, in the name of bloody Merlin, did Draco Malfoy know about Sirius? What the hell had Harry done to deserve this? Why did everything always have to go wrong for him?

He sat himself down on his bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, shaking. Thankful that no one was here with him he let his tears flow down his cheeks accompanied by his quiet, anguished sobs.

I'm 17, pregnant with triplets, still in school, got a mad murdering lunatic after me, have to save the world, and I'm a fucking slut.

Why couldn't he just have a normal, carefree life like everybody else? Why did he have to be Harry 'the-boy-who-lived-to-be-the-chosen-one-with-a-couple-of-buns-in-the-oven-and-may-soon-need-a-psychiatrist' Potter?

With a loud, frustrated cry he stood up, knocking his school bag to the floor. Not giving a damn about what was in it, he kicked it and watched it skid across the floor and hit the wall before storming over to his bedside cabinet where he seized up the glass jug full off water and threw it at the wall with an angry scream. It shattered into a hundred tiny pieces and sent a small flood of water tumbling down onto his bag.

The room began to shake beneath his feet. The beds rattled and began to move slowly across the floor. The wardrobe doors and draws shook themselves open and a box of marbles fell out, spilling its contents across the floor. A photo of the Weasley's next to Ron's bed fell to the floor with a smash and the whole room began to shake noisily.

But Harry didn't care for at that moment he had fell forwards onto the floor both hands clutched across his belly, his eyes tight shut against the pain that had just erupted inside of him. He tried to even his breathing out but it was impossible as he was crying so hard.

Windows smashed, glasses blew up, and still the room continued to jump.

He screamed out but it was no use. No one would hear him; everyone was in class. There was a terrible pain shooting across his stomach as if his insides were being repeatedly stabbed with knives and his blood was pounding in his ears. He thought he heard hurried footsteps but he could have easily mistaken that for the frantic beating of his heart.

He pulled his legs into him and cried out again.

The room stopped shaking.

And someone burst through the door.