A/N: Okay I'm getting a beta for this story. Irite4uall, you've got the job for this one. I'll send you the next chappie with the private message thing on of you still want the story. Thanks for all the reviews. Pretty Little Secrets gets updated again next weekend. Everybody say YAY!

Disclaimer (for all chapters): I do not own Harry Potter. If I did do you think I would be typing in my small apartment sized room with my parents? No.

Full summary: Captured by Voldemort in their Sixth Year, Harry and Blaise remember nothing of the last six weeks of their imprisonment. When the secret is revealed to Blaise, the Slytherin wants to make sure Harry never finds out. It's a great plan...until Harry starts getting sick. This will be Blaise/Harry SLASH with MPREG early on and a hint of 'rape'. Question is...why the quotations?


Chapter Two: July 24th: Relatives of Zabini

It had been almost two months since he had been rescued from Voldemort's clutches and yet Blaise Zabini still had no idea what had become of his last six weeks as the Dark Lord's prisoner. But all that would change today.

Blaise, his parents, Maria and Antonio Zabini and his younger sister Teresa, along with Draco Malfoy and his parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and the Parkinsons; Pansy and her parents Violet and Patrick, were waiting patiently in the personal chambers of Albus Dumbledore.

Blaise sighed as he rubbed his knee. Madam Pomfrey said that the ache should be stopped by the time school rolled back around and Blaise was thankful. He had been injured in the escape from Voldemort's lair.

That made the raven haired Slytherin shake his head in frustration. Thoughts like those brought back thoughts of just what he couldn't remember and why they were here. They were waiting for Blaise's rescuers, his mother's brother, Pietro De Luca and his wife Carmela and their two sons, Andrea and Cristian.

The De Lucas had always been a neutral family but sided with blood in times of war. When Voldemort had discovered that the Zabini family had betrayed him and taken their heir, Pietro De Luca and his family plotted, planned, bribed and blackmailed for months. Finally, they were able to get into the Dark Lord's good graces and his stronghold. The foursome had then gotten to Blaise and to their surprise found Harry Potter's cell joined to their nephew's. Both boys were taken back to Hogwarts by Andrea and Cristian while Carmela, an Auror, managed to secure Peter Pettigrew before she and her husband were forced to flee.

Blaise would never forget waking up to see the smiling faces of his friends and family in the Hospital Wing.

Flashback

"..I've taken some of blood to get it tested. All scans appear to be normal. He's just sleeping." The harassed voice of Hogwarts' Nurse Poppy Pomfrey sounded like sweet music to Blaise's ears. The Slytherin felt as thought he was just waking up from a very long night.

"He's oddly uninjured for someone who spent over two months as Voldemort's captive." Came the familiar drawl of Draco Malfoy. Blaise heard the underlying worry in his usually cool, best friend's voice. "A broken knee and being exhausted isn't much."

Someone smoothed his hair gently. It had to be his mother, she always did stuff like that went he was ill. The next voice made Blaise's eyes snap open.

"He wasn't being held in a cell like he normally does, Draco. Him and Potter were in joined suites, chained to the bedposts by their ankles." It was his Uncle Pietro.

Blaise shot up, startling everyone.

"Uncle Pietro! What are you doing here?"

Maria Zabini threw her arms around her son and wept silently as Blaise's little sister Teresa whooped and ripped open the curtain around his bed.

"Madam Pomfrey, he's awake!"

The nurse was not alone. Headmaster Dumbledore stood and walked over to the Zabini heir, a smile on his face.

"Good morning Mr. Zabini. Are you feeling well?"

Blaise nodded. "I feel fine, sir. What happened?"

The old wizard looked amused. "I was hoping you would tell me that. However, it is June the fifth. On the third, your aunt, uncle and cousins journeyed into Voldemort's ranks to rescue you and Mr. Potter. I was hoping you would tell me if you remember anything?"

Antonio Zabini huffed. "My son has just awoken and you are already questioning him?"

Dumbledore gave the man an apologetic smile. "I understand your anger but we need to know if Blaise has any idea what magics were used on Harry. He has yet to awaken."

Madam Pomfrey rushed over, parchment shooting out of the end of her wand.

"Albus I've got some readings I can decode. A Docile Potion was recently used on him along with a sleeping spell. He won't awake until he's ready. Other than that, his magic has gone wild and will not let me get a clear reading on him. His body also shows signs of old torture that has been healed quite inadequately."

Dumbledore looked defeated. "Will he be alright?" The nurse sighed.

"We will have to wait until he wakes up."

The whole conversation suddenly caught up with Blaise.

"Wait a minute. What did you say the date was?"

Pansy raised an eyebrow. "June fifth. Why?"

The Italian looked pale. "Then I'm afraid I won't be of much help, Headmaster. The last thing I remember is getting stunned on April twenty-first in my cell by a Death Eater.."

Flashback

When Ha- Potter had awoken about a week later, the light forces were astound to find that their memories had been erased from April twenty-first until that very night. Nothing could be done as Oblivate was the type of spell that only the victim could remove. The two Sixth Years were forced to stay in the Hospital Wing until the Leaving Feast by their headstrong Medi-witch. Both boys felt a bit awkward in each other's presence for some unknown reason but as soon as possible, Harry was whisked away to stay with the Weasleys over the summer break. Blaise had had mixed feelings about the Gryffindor leaving.

But Blaise Zabini put the ordeal out of his mind and for the first few weeks back at Hogwarts he was happy not knowing what had happened to him, until he began to have disturbing dreams of having no control over himself as he threw a scared Harry Potter down on a large cream colored bed, the Gryffindor's green eyes wide with fear. He never remembered much of the dreams when he woke up but the smell of blood, sex and tears had frightened Blaise enough to go to his parents and later to Dumbledore.

That was why they were all there now. Carmela had managed to get some time alone with Peter Pettigrew at the Ministry and she was going to interrogate him about Harry and Blaise's last few weeks in Voldemort's grasp. Carmela claimed that she just wanted to talk to one of the men who had hurt her nephew. The Ministry didn't know that the Slytherin had gotten Severus to brew some Veritaseurm for her to force down the man's throat.

Pansy sighed as she paced the length of the room.

"What could possibly be taking so long?" Dumbledore just smiled tightly.

"Our Ministry seems to have elongated the processes of interrogation in the excuse that it is for everyone's safety. If they are not present within the hour I will go to collect them myself."

Fawkes trilled as Teresa petted his shining red and gold plumage. The room's atmosphere became tense again. Draco, who had been starring out the window moved to sit across from his best friend.

"Are you sure you cannot just break the Memory charm?You've already had flashbacks and dreams about your...imprisonment..I'm sure just a bit longer will not hurt."

Blaise shook his head. "If you had seen what I've been dreaming you would want to know as well. I know something bad happened, but what that could be..." Blaise sighed again. "It hasn't already broken because I'm not sure I really want to know but I've been having these dreams because I need to know."

Maria Zabini reached out and took her son's hand, gently kissing his palm. "No matter what you will always have us on your side."

The boy smiled but that quickly faded when the Floo in the Headmaster's office flared up. Everyone tensed suddenly before relaxing when Molly Weasley stepped out followed by a slow Hermione Granger.

The attack on the Gryffindor's house had not only left her an orphan but had injured her back. Madam Pomfrey had been able to fix the girl but the process was slow as they did not want to damage her back further.

Whether Hermione knew it or not, she had ended up receiving a lot more respect from the Slytherins in the room since surviving the attack on her home. She had told Dumbledore and the Order all about the attack and how the Death Eaters had tortured her even after Harry had given himself over for her protection. The bushy-haired Gryffindor had not broken and so with only final, incomplete Cutting Hex, the cowards left her for dead and took Harry away.

After loosing her parents, her home and being fatally injured, Hermione Granger still did not admit defeat. She hadn't succumb to depression, instead putting all her energy into getting better and finding her best friend. From what Draco had told Blaise, when Theodore Nott had uttered that Harry Potter was probably already as good as dead, Hermione had gone pale and cursed the Slytherin to the extent Madam Pomfrey had sent him to St. Mungo's for treatment.

Molly Weasley quickly grabbed a chair for the girl to rest on for a moment. Hermione mumbled her thanks in a breathless voice, her face flushed.

Dumbledore was currently unsticking some lemon drops and Mrs. Weasley waited impatiently as he twisted them apart, inspected each one before choosing the one in his left hand and popping it in his mouth. The old wizard them chewed on the confection thoughtfully before swallowing it and making a noise of appreciation.

"Whatever is the matter, Molly dear?" he asked.

The redhead looked around the room at the Headmaster's guest nervously before clearing her throat.

"Well, I'm awfully sorry to bother you as it looks as though you are obviously very busy but Hermione had an idea and-"

The girl in question cut off her best friend's mother.

"I can take it from her Mrs. Weasley, thank you." She smiled before looking at Dumbledore, her face serious.

"Harry is still not getting any better. I know Madam Pomfrey cannot get a proper reading on his condition so no potions or spells can be used but perhaps some muggle medicines will work? Just for now?"

Dumbledore steepled his fingers in thought.

"How would he get the medication? From where?"

Hermione looked a bit nervous.

"Well, Harry and myself, along with Bill and Charlie could go to the nearest muggle pharmacy. It's only up the street and with some Notice-Me-Mot charms and wards we will be fine. Plus Charlie can drive his father's car, then circle around the block and pick us up. Please, sir."

Albus looked concerned. "Just how sick is Harry? Poppy has been doing weekly readings on him but still has gotten nothing."

Mrs. Weasley spoke up again. "He's stomach sick a lot. Has trouble sleeping along with headaches and when he does sleep, he's still very tired."

Dumbledore nodded his head. "Very well. You may go out but be quick. No more than you four. It would not be very subtle if the whole Weasley family went. Tell Harry that Madam Pomfrey will be over by the end of the week to see if this new medicine is working."

Thank you." said Mrs. Weasley and Hermione at the same time before leaving. Hermione had given Pansy and Draco a short nod before floo-ing away.

Blaise was silent for a moment.

"Do you think Harry has been having dreams as well?"

No one commented on the fact that Blaise had just called the Gryffindor Golden Boy by his given name since they had been held by Voldemort together.

Snape, who had been more silent lately spoke up.

"It is possible. That boy never does tell anyone what is wrong unless it is glaringly obvious."

The Potions Master had toned down his hatred for all things Potter and Gryffindor since Christmas and the day he was ousted as a spy. Everyone in this room knew the horrors that Voldemort's prisoners suffered but none more so that Snape.

Dumbledore sighed. "I will get Poppy to ask Harry on Friday." The fire flared again and Pietro stepped out. "Ah, I believe they are here."

Carmela followed looking pale and was joined by Andrea and Cristian. Carmela quickly rushed over to Blaise and cupped his face with her hands.

"Darling, please tell me what your uncle says is untrue! That you do not have such horrible dreams."

Antonio looked bewildered at his brother-in-law's wife. No one had seen her so upset, except for the time when Blaise had been taken.

Blaise put his hand on his aunt's that rested on his cheek in concern, fear building in his heart. Dumbledore beat him to the question that he wanted to ask.

"Do you know what had changed in the last six weeks of his imprisonment?"

Carmela nodded at Dumbledore before looking back at her nephew.

"I want you to know that none of this is your fault." She kissed his forehead. "None of it. No one here will blame you. Understand?"

Narcissa put a hand on the distraught woman's shoulder.

"Mela, stop. You are scarring us. What could possibly be so bad as to warrant this kind of reaction?"

Carmela visibly pulled herself together and sat in the chair next to Draco, across form Blaise.

"We all know Voldemort took Harry Potter that night to torture him, prove he was stronger, possibly try to get a few Order secrets out of him, and then kill him in the most brutal way possible."

Lucius had been leaning against a bookcase sipping his wine, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that changed not long before he took young Blaise."

Carmela nodded. "The Dark Lord realized that even though he had Potter's blood, he had lost his immortality. It would take years to get that back and the war had already begun. Pettigrew said that Voldemort decided he needed an heir."

Pansy and Teresa shuddered. "That's disgusting."

Draco looked just as repulsed. "Who would voluntarily sleep with that?"

Andrea gave Draco a shrewd look. "No one. Why do you think he had Severus brew a much larger stash of Lust Potion?"

Both of Blaise's cousins were a year or two older than the Italian boy, already finished school. Pietro continued.

"It took us so long to get here because we needed to calm Carmela down. She explained some of what happened to us." The older man cleared his throat uncomfortably. He looked very much like his sister, Maria with his straight black hair and olive complexion. Everyone in his family, from his mother's side had warm brown eyes, while Blaise had inherited his father's dark blue gaze. All in all, between the Malfoys, Zabinis and De Lucas, everyone could see how pure bloods weren't all that bad in the looks department.

Pietro sighed. "Voldemort planned on using Potter as the carrier but was at a loss on how to make that work. Even if Severus made a Conception Potion, it would take six months to complete. Since you were revealed as spys, he lost his Potions Master and then had to wait for Mr. Potter to be healed enough to actually survive the stress of carrying a child."

Cristian took over for a moment. "When he captured Blaise, all thoughts of heirs left his mind. You were tortured Blaise, you remember that much but Pettigrew said that on that day in April, Voldemort received some odd news. He never did share it with the rat. Here the traitor guessed that this was just punishment for our family after what had happened with Teresa. Voldemort gave Bellatrix, Peter and Mattias Greegrass some new orders."

Carmela held up a small hand that shook slightly.

"I'll tell him. I should be professional enough about this but..." She swallowed and held Blaise's hand in a firm grip. "Voldemort ordered those three Death Eaters to stun you, cover your eyes and inject a Lust Potion into your bloodstream. Then you were awaken, blindfolded and..."

Her voice shook. Maria had a hand on her mouth while Teresa was crying silently, while everyone else in the room looked torn between horror, fear, sadness and in many of the men's cases, anger.

Dumbledore, who was usually so unruffled, hand his forehead in his hand.

"Carmela, was Blaise brought to Voldemort?"

Carmela De Luca gave the Headmaster a startled look.

"No!" she protested. "No Voldemort was never there!"

Pansy looked ready to smack the woman, Blaise's aunt or not. "Then why are you making us think-"

"He had Blaise set loose in Harry Potter's rooms! The boy was chained to his bed and the potion used, it-"

Snape cut in on Carmela. "It takes complete control over your body while allowing you to keep your mind."

Those whispered words left the room in silence while everyone digested what had been revealed. It was the perfect revenge. Voldemort hurt everyone with this one act. Blaise, his family and friends and Harry too, although the Gryffindor had no idea.

Carmela was looking at the wall behind Blaise stonily. "Peter said that they would take you out, erase both your memories of the events and do it all again every second day until we got you out. No one knows why he changed his plans but he did. I'm sorry Blaise."

The Slytherin just sat there. This isn't happening. He thought to himself. I would never...I always have complete control over everything. My mind, my body, my emotions! But not this time. This time a potion had taken away that control and made him do to Harry Potter what someone had done to his little sister not so long ago. His gaze landed on his tearful sister and he looked away in shame. He didn't have the right to even look her in the eye anymore.

She must have read his mind because before Blaise knew it, he had an armful of Teresa Zabini.

"Don't blame yourself!" she whispered in his ear. "I don't and neither does anyone here! This is not your fault!"

Blaise swallowed. Merlin, Potter didn't even know! He pulled back from his sister's embrace and looked around the room.

"He can't know. Harry can't know what I did."

Dumbledore looked sympathetic. "My boy, would it be right to keep this from him?"

Blaise was breathing very shallowly. "Would it be right to burden him with this?"

"If he remembers-" The old wizard began but Blaise stood up swiftly.

"If he remembers then there would be no point in telling him. You owe me."

The Headmaster closed his eyes. "Very well. Harry Potter shall not know what has been revealed in this room today, unless he remembers. Happy?"

Blaise sat back down and starred out the window at the overly cheerful weather.

"No. I'm not happy."


A/N: Eurgh! Two updates in a weekend. Give me some slack. I'm obviously avoiding JKR's Blaise Zabini and I'd appreciate no flames about using such a horrible crime like rape. Read the full summary at the top and see that everything is not as it appears. Thanks for the reviews I've gotten so far!

S.Tangerine