Harry looked at his watch for the fourth time in the last minute. His breathing was heavy and he was sure his heartbeat was echoing throughout the small bathroom. What if it didn't work? Would there be enough time to try again before Sirius's trial?

All the questions sent his head reeling and he had to fight to keep control of his brain. So far, it was a losing battle. Should he have told Sirius before they had had sex? What if he was just saying that he wanted a baby?

Taking yet another deep breath, he once again tried to calm himself and took another glance at his wrist. The three minutes that had seemed to last an eternity had finally passed. Closing his eyes, he picked up the small plastic stick from the table. He was anxious, but at the same time, as eager as a small child on their birthday to see the results.

Blue for yes. Pink for no.

Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. He kept repeating it over in his mind. He was sure of it. He wasn't sure what would happen if it were. When Sirius got out, what would they do? Would the ministry make them marry? Would he have to drop out of Hogwarts? He didn't care at the moment… He just wanted it…

He opened his eyes and his breath caught in his throat…

The cell door opened and Sirius had an inkling that he knew who it was. The dementor wasn't supposed to being his dinner for at least another hour. And dry bread and water brought by a soul-sucking demon wasn't exactly something you looked forward to.

The door closed behind him and Harry stood looking at him. Sirius stood up quickly and approached him.

"I wasn't expecting you back for a while."

"Yeah, I wasn't going to come till next month, but I wanted, needed, to see you…" Sirius's eyes widened and he grinned, his face protesting the stretching after so long.

"So it is…" Sirius's excitement grew and he picked Harry up, spinning him around and kissing him.

"Sirius."

"Oh, it's going to be so wonderful! We'll sell the house and get a bigger one, far away from the prophet and their photos."

"Sirius…"

"You won't be able to come so often before I get out. The dementors could be bad for the baby. Less visits… a small price to pay. Oh Harry, it'll be so wonderful with a baby of our own."

"Sirius! There is no baby!" Sirius stopped babbling and looked at Harry.

"But you said you'd taken the potion and…"

"I took the potion. But the test is negative. I took it before I came here in the ministry bathroom." Sirius stood still and looked at Harry, who looked near the point of tears, something unusual from him. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. " Sirius hugged him, holding him and letting Harry rest his head on his chest, stroking a hand through his hair. He didn't tell Harry, but he couldn't explain the horrible pain that had struck him. And for something that had never even existed "There's still time… We can try again… If you want to…"

Harry nodded slowly. He closed his eyes, but couldn't keep them that way. All he saw was the disappointment of three hours before, still fresh as ever.

Pink. Pinkpinkpinkpink.

Pink.

I had a darker plan for this story, anything but fluff, but that plot has been turned to another story and this one will follow a more fruitful yet still unfluffy path...

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