A/N: I'm done my big assignments now! Everyone cheer! Thanks for the reviews! I've been writing bits and pieces of some other stories over my long long long break and now I'm getting ready to get back into the swing of things.


Chapter Five: Truthful Complusions

Bill Weasley choked; Madam Pomfrey dropped the vial she had been holding while Snape and Dumbledore gave Hermione wide-eyed looks of shock. Snape recovered first and gave the bushy-haired prefect an alarmingly evil glare.

"It is not productive to joke or speculate about things you couldn't possibly confirm while your friend's life hangs in the balan-"

"I do know it's true because we did a test!" Hermione all but screamed at the Potions Master in frustration. "His symptoms were familiar to me," she explained as Madam Pomfrey motioned the girl in with a frantic hand. Sitting down to look at Harry's pale, sweaty face, Hermione continued. "My aunt was pregnant not long ago and I'd read that a simple muggle pregnancy test would tell me the truth as the hormones released during pregnancy should not be present at anytime in the male body. Harry tested positive."

"How many tests did you try? Sometimes those types of tests are faulty." Madam Pomfrey was in full nurse mode.

"Twelve. It's kind of hard to be wrong twelve times in a row."

"Merlin," whispered Snape, looking shocked beyond comprehension. "Do you have any idea what this means?"

Dumbledore shot his colleague a look that made both Hermione and Bill suspicious. Madam Pomfrey looked nervous as she flattened out Harry's sheets, avoiding eye contact with the two Gryffindors.

"There's a simple blood test I can do Albus, just to be sure. I can then give him something to make him comfortable until tonight."

Hermione looked startled. "Tonight? What's happening tonight?"

Dumbledore nodded to the medi-witch before turning to the distraught girl.

"Your friend, Ronald has already come into his gift just this March, no?" At Hermione's distracted nod, the Headmaster continued. "The Potters were another pureblood family before James married Lily. James was an only child, and he only had one child."

"Harry." It was a statement, not a question. Dumbledore nodded in answer.

"In being the heir, he possessed the Potter family gift. Now, usually this gift can only thrive in Pureblooded Wizarding Families or in very powerful witches or wizards."

" But Harry is a half-blood." Hermione began, but Dumbledore held up a silencing hand as the other three buzzed around the room.

"Yes, Harry is a half-blood, but he is also an extremely powerful wizard, and the only Potter heir. The gift will be completely passed onto him by midnight tonight, the night of his seventeenth birthday."

Hermione was silent for a moment as she watched her best friend sleep. Even though he had just passed out, he finally looked peaceful.

"What's the Potter's Family Gift, if I am allowed to know?" Dumbledore smiled slightly as he too looked over at the sleeping Gryffindor.

"Would you believe we are looking at a very powerful Seer about to be born?"

Hermione nearly choked as her head whipped around to stare wide-eyed at the Headmaster. The old man chuckled at her disbelief.

"It is true," he began with a slight chuckle in his voice. "Harry has already shown a bit of altitude in divinations. He was drawn to the course in his third year. Many of the dreams he has had over the years have been predictions. I don't know why the media hasn't picked up on it. Even the most powerful mind bonds, those between soul mates, cannot tell the future."

Hermione was about to ask a question when a curse from the nurse startled everyone into silence. Madam Pomfrey looked sheepish for a moment before showing Albus another vial she held in her small delicate hands.

"Hermione was correct. Harry is with child." Bill sat in his chair heavily. He had been silent though tout the whole ordeal.

"What time did he conceive? He hadn't begun getting ill until he had been brought to the Headquarters," Hermione asked, a tremor in her voice.

Madam Pomfrey looked defeated. "June 3rd. The day before he and Mr. Zabini were rescued. Those poor, poor boys." Hermione felt her eyes narrow in thought. If she were a comic book character, her spider senses would be tingling.

Dumbledore stood suddenly, his face the perfect mask of weariness.

"I have a meeting right now. Poppy, Miss Granger, please keep me informed of Harry's condition. I shall return later this evening. Good day."

Hermione nodded and shot Bill a look as Snape followed the Headmaster out of the Hospital Wing doors. They knew something. Both sets of eyes turned to the bustling medi-nurse.

And so does Madam Pomfrey.


There is a lovely little saying that Albus Dumbledore believed, summed up his outlook on life to a tee. You're only as old as you feel. At the moment, Albus Dumbledore felt like he was more than his one hundred and fifty eight years.

There was no other explanation for it. Harry Potter was kidnapped on Christmas Day, Blaise on March 15th. Peter Pettigrew confirmed that sometime between Blaise's capture and the two wizards sudden rescue, Blaise had been forcefully injected with a Lust Potion and set on Harry. Harry had fallen pregnant the day before he had been rescued. The only possible conclusion would be the Blaise Zabini and Harry Potter had created a child together. And neither one of them remembered it.

Severus was walking silently beside the old man, his strides just as quick and determined.

"You plan to tell them?"

Albus felt a bit surprised. "Harry is carrying the heir to both the Potter and Zabini bloodlines. They have a right to know. Even if I were not the one to tell them, although it is my responsibility, Harry is not the type of person to consider abortion. He'd keep his child and do so without shame. Everyone would know."

Severus nodded but looked troubled. "Are you sure it is a Zabini as well? There was barely enough time for a Conception Potion to be made, competently in the least. And while there are a few Dark Arts spells that will allow male pregnancy, they are unpredictable and dangerous."

Severus and Albus stopped in the middle of the corridor. The Potions Master had only ever seen that look of anger and disappointment on his mentor's face three times in his life.

"Severus, I know you hated James Potter and to an extent, Lily too, and that hate has been carried over onto young Harry. And I have tolerated it, but no more." Dumbledore looked at his former spy. "You have every right to hate whomever you wish Severus, but you know better than anyone what Voldemort does to his enemies. What Harry has been through has been a kind of hell on earth." Snape paled at those words, but the jibe at Harry's honesty and honor were still present in his questioning eyes.

"I have known Harry since before he was born. I've watched him grow here at Hogwarts, and so have you. We both know that he is not the kind of person to do what you have suggested. For you to even voice such an idea disappoints me greatly, Severus. I thought you had more faith in our side than that."

Severus looked properly scolded but held his ground. "I am only doing what any proper Slytherin will do when you barge in there and tell them that Harry Potter is pregnant with Blaise's child. They will be suspicious!"

Albus's anger deflated a bit and he looked calm again. "There is a simple spell to tell the father, Severus. And you know the answer will be what we all know is true."

A clock chimed in the distance, singling the hour.

"Where are our guests?"

The Potions Master sighed slightly. "The Slytherin Common Rooms. The De Lucas arrived while we were away, just as planned. Shall I bring them to your office?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Simply Blaise and his family. It shall be their decision to tell anyone else until Harry has awoken."

A curt nod and a swirling of robes was the only single of Severus Snape's departure.


Blaise Zabini had been sitting comfortably with his family and friends when it started. He felt a sudden twitch of emotion curl around his chest. Worry, fear and dread were mixed up with happiness, anticipation and love. He felt this...compulsion to be somewhere else. He NEEDED to be there. Like yesterday.

"Blaise? Where are you going?"

The Slytherin jumped and blinked as his mind cleared somewhat. He hadn't even realized he had stood and began walking toward the Common Room's exit until his sister had called his name. Maria gave her only son a concerned look.

"Do you need to visit Poppy?"

Blaise felt a spark in his chest at those words. That's where he needed to be. The Hospital Wing.

Before Blaise could complete his nod, the stone wall that hid the Slytherin Common rooms slide open with a bang and Severus Snape trudged in looking emotional.

"We have just been informed of a problem with Potter." The Potions Master explained as his dark eyes swept over the room swiftly. It was a habit that he had yet to break from his spying days.

Antonio, Lucius and Pietro stood as one after setting aside their streaming drinks but Severus shook his head.

"Albus has requested Blaise and his family for a meeting."

Pietro gave his friend a look that did nothing to hide his anger.

"In case you've forgotten, Severus, Blaise is my nephew. I am family!"

The Potions Master quirked an eyebrow. "Did I say you couldn't come?"

Draco snorted and stood up as well. "Blaise is my best friend, Sev. And if we must get technical he's also my forth cousin and Pansy's second. Shall we go?"

Blaise put a calming hand on Draco's arm, shaking his head. He looked at his family and friends with determination.

"I think it would be best if only my parents and I were to attend this meeting."

Draco looked ready to through something at his friend, dignified or not in his actions. Blaise slapped a hand over the blonde's gapping mouth and gave him a slight glare.

"I promise I will tell you everything when I return."

Draco looked sullenly at the floor, kicking an invisible stone like a scolded child.

"I feel like I'm always getting the easy way out," he complained in his whiny voice, one that made Pansy snicker most unladylike-like.

Blaise raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Are you getting sentimental over little old me, Drakie-poo?"

That horrible nickname, used by Pansy to make the population of Hogwarts think her world revolved around the now glaring blonde Slytherin in front of Blaise, made Draco's blood boil as he gave his friend a shove in the direction of Severus.

"Don't you have a meeting or something to go to? Please leave, your presence is no longer tolerated."

Blaise rolled his deep blue eyes at his prissy friend. "Of course, because of the two of us I'm the most intolerable."

Draco sniffed superiorly, sounding much more like a horse suffering from hay fever than a royal-like pureblooded wizard from a high-class family.

Blaise gave his friend a look as he moved across the room to stand by his waiting parents.

"Well, perhaps you should work on your sniffing while I go to my meeting. You sound rather...animalistic at the moment."

Draco Malfoy's indignant squawk could be heard even through the stone walls of Hogwarts.

Bravado and teasing aside, Blaise Zabini felt as though someone had let loose a thousand of those creepy colored butterflies in his stomach and they all decided to try and get out through his esophagus. Severus had led Maria, Antonio and Blaise toward the Headmaster's office, even though they knew the way by heart, and was currently standing stiffly on the revolving stairs. Maria had asked him what all the fuss was about and Snape had told her that it was not his place to tell her and that she should wait until they reached the Headmaster's office. Not the brightest of moves to tell a mother, any mother, after her son just barely remembers doing what he did to the boy who's currently in the Hospital Wing.

Maria Zabini had insulted everything about Severus Snape, including his family name, his first name (which apparently sounded like some sort of toe fungus), his hair, his nose and, worst of all, his potions. Best of all, Blaise's mother did all of this is a rant that was half-Italian, half-English. Severus could only pick out words such as 'slimy', 'huge', 'grease' and 'toe fungus', and had successfully ignored Maria until she suddenly punched him in the arm.

Blaise had feared, for about thirty seconds, that he would have to do the responsible thing and put his three guardians in separate corners, but it appeared as though Snape has a lot more self-restraint than everyone originally thought. Kudos for him, because Antonio Zabini could kick his ass any day!

Now everyone stood at a tense attention, waiting for something to happen.

The dark wood door to the office swung open without a touch form anyone and Severus swept through its frame in a rather dramatic manner.

Blaise followed at a more sedate pace as nervous energy flowed in his veins, and his parents stalked into the room looking a bit ragged.

"What is going on now?" Antonio Zabini demanded of the bearded wizard before him, his mind frazzled with the events of the last year.

Dumbledore looked at them, his face showing no emotion as he swept a wrinkled hand toward the chairs.

"Perhaps you should take a seat first. This may come as a shock..."


A/N: I'm so sorry to end it right there but I'm dead tired and this is more of an update to show I'm still alive rather than a holy cow she's done what sort of deal. I'm not planning on having this fic be as long as Pretty Little Secrets and once this gets going there should be one long chapter for everything month of Harry's pregnancy and there's already a squeal for this being somewhat worked on.

S.Tangerine