Despite his insistence not to leave the school or distract himself as he was feeling better, there was nothing Dumbledore could do to stop Harry leaving on a Hogsmeade weekend for Azkaban. Though he had wasted no time and expressed his dearest disappointment.

Bugger him then. Harry thought with a smile. Miserable old bastard

His feelings on this trip were completely opposite of last time. He had known it inside of him for a month, but had waited (Just in case he was wrong. After all, he had never been pregnant before and it could have been anything.)

But now…he knew he was right. And Sirius would know it to. His insides squirmed with delight at what his reaction would be to the news. He was going to be free. Cleared of all charges. And then a baby… the entire idea of all this happening in the near future made Harry's head spin.

He was going to going the ministry as soon as he could, but wanted to make sure Sirius knew he was going to be a father first. For sure this time! No false hopes or alarms.

The boat seemed to take forever to get to Azkaban, even at it's accelerated speed, and when it did get there, Harry jumped out and hurried to the gates. It was probably the first and only time the few men on the island saw someone run excitedly towards the cells and they merely shook their heads, not bothering to question Harry's sanity.

Sirius had heard him coming and was up as the door opened. Harry leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"And I thought you'd forgotten about me…" Harry looked highly affronted.

"Of course not!" Sirius laughed.

"I'm just kidding. So, what tidings do you bring this time?"

"Good ones." Harry smiled widely and Sirius's face was blank, his mouth slightly opening in a stunned, completely unmoving silence before his face also broke into a smile.

"So, it worked?" Harry didn't even have to answer. "Why did you wait three months before telling me?"

"I've only known for about three weeks. And I wanted to make sure before I came here." Harry didn't mention a test. After last time, he couldn't have handled even looking at one of those things, forget having a wee on it. He didn't have to even guide Sirius's hand. It was on the spot before he knew it. His smile turned into a small 'oh' of surprise and his eyes widened gleefully.

Harry lay upon the well-worn quilt ten minutes later, completely stripped of all of his clothes with Sirius awing over him. He hid his shiver, liking the delight in the older man's face, though feeling slightly resentful that he got to keep his clothes on in the cold Azkaban weather.

He ran a hand gently over the bump that had kept Harry fascinated for the past fortnight. He couldn't describe the feeling that had come over him when he'd first seen it, confirming the tiny bit of hope that had been gathering up inside him and letting it loose.

"It's beautiful…"

Harry kept the secret to himself over the next few weeks, though he noticed one Friday morning that he wouldn't be able to do that for much longer.

Like it almost always happened, he got a warm feeling in his heart as he looked down. But this time, his whole body shivered. Robes would probably hide it for another two weeks, three at the most.

It was going to look rather odd in his opinion, his skinny small body with his stomach swollen and stretched out in front of him, but Sirius had merely said that pregnancy already suited him, refusing to say why or how, and kissed his forehead.

It was already starting look weird after just four months and he smiled as he pulled his robes on, making sure that the belt and waist of his trousers (under his belly instead of stretching over it) were well covered.

Smiling and touching it once more, he made his way downstairs, where Hermione and Ron were waiting for him.

"Come on Harry, you don't want to miss breakfast."

Harry felt slightly guilty that they didn't know of his pregnancy yet, but he'd decided that it would be better for safety reasons if no one knew for now. He was already wary of going to the ministry with the information. Who knew what would happen then? He was only going to his appointment the next day for Sirius's sake.

Sirius.

Harry smiled. He couldn't wait to see him again.

He didn't remember much. He was walking down the corridor after classes that afternoon when his vision had blurred. He taken off his glasses and rubbed his eye, blinking to try clear his sight.

They'd fell to the floor and shattered as he pain hit his body. His world started spinning and he blinked, staring up at the ceiling before squeezing his eyes shut. The pain moved to his stomach and he started to panic.

Anything but that! He thought frantically. Please no. Not that…

When he woke up in hospital wing, it was unusually quiet. Normally there were flowers and chocolates, but this time, the tables were bare and only madam Pomfrey was nearby.

"Madam?" He called and she looked up from the first year she was with, who seemed to be eyeing him in awe. He ignored them. "What happened?"

"Just a bit of food poisoning dear, you'll be right as rain in no time." As she turned away, he felt under the blankets and the hospital gown, his worst fears confirmed.

"Madam Pomfrey. What happened to it? Where's my baby?" He asked her frantically, not caring who heard. She looked up again, this time looking somewhere between shocked and worried.

"Oh dear. I think you'd better get dressed and go see the headmaster."

Dumbledore seemed to retain his unusually calm demeanour as he explained the situation to Harry. It seemed his secretiveness had worked. The headmaster had not found out about the baby until a few hours before when Madam Pomfrey had informed him of it.

"It's very sad thing Harry." He said gravely, though Harry didn't need anyone to tell him that. He felt the loss and the pain and, to some extent, guilt, hollowing him out from the inside. "And indeed, a tragic mistake." Harry looked up at him quickly.

"Mistake?"

"Madam Pomfrey didn't explain it you?" He shook his head. "You weren't meant to know any of this. It was supposed to be passed off as a mere illness, but we have no other option right now other than to tell you the entire story. I suggest you sit down before I start, it's not going to be easy to take in…"

"I'm staying where I am." Harry replied coolly still standing by the door (he had hoped this wouldn't take long so he could go back to his dormitory before he broke down, something he knew would happen eventually, whether it was in front of Dumbledore or alone in his bed), though now his heart was thumping against his ribs.

"Very well…" As he started to talk, Harry really wished he hadn't refused the offer, or at least that his legs didn't feel so wobbly. By the time Dumbledore finished, he was caught somewhere between seething and fainting.

"I assure you though Harry, they will be adequately punished for their actions, even if they thought they were for the greater good."

"What's going to happen?"

"Well, for now, they are suspended and will face a hearing in front of the ministry in a few short weeks. You will not be required to attend, though, of course, it might enable a just punishment if your testimony is given."

"Only a hearing? Aren't you doing anything else?" Dumbledore surveyed him over the top of his half-moon glasses, his blue eyes staring deep into Harry's soul.

"If you knew who it was Harry, you would not be calling for a harsher penalty." Harry stared straight back at him and felt guilty for a second. His hand brushed across his front, feeling the flatness of his stomach once again and the sympathy for his offender disappeared.

"Professor, whoever this was…whoever decided that my child should die… I don't care how harsh it is. And if nothing is going to be done to hurt them back…If they're not even having to leave school... then I see no reason why I should stay in a place where murderers run free."

With that, he turned and left the office, slamming the door behind him.

The owl barely made it to Azkaban that night, the rain beating down heavily on its feathers, but Sirius Black got the letter that night. It was put in his cell with his dinner and he frowned and opened it first, recognizing the slightly smudgy handwriting of his best friend.

Those few prisoners still sane raised their heads that night, listening to the noises coming from one of the cells, somewhere between anguish and anger. For the first time since he'd gotten into Azkaban, first and second stay, Sirius Black screamed. He screamed throughout that entire cold and rainy night and into the next morning. He screamed until he had no voice left.

He screamed for his young boyfriend dropping out of school.

He screamed for his friend having to travel halfwayacross the United Kingdom to fetch him.

He screamed for his child that had died that day.

Very sad... oh how I torture these poor characters, I almost feel guilty.

Almost.

Thank you to everyone who's reviewed this so far. I'm really happy with my feedback and the way this is going.

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