Harry laid on his bed, sighing as he flipped through the pages of his Advanced Potions book. He closed his eyes before letting his head fall onto the pillow.
He missed Snape terribly.
This summer break was going to be the death of him. He felt so vulnerable without the man in his life, but why?
He'd lived most of his life without even knowing who Snape was and god knows how long hating him. Now he can't hardly go a day without him.
He struggled to supress this empty feeling welling up inside, like he was on the verge of tears all the time.
Harry gazed across the room to the window, marvelling at the morning sun as it filtered in through the blinds before drawing the potions book Snape had given him close to his chest.
Harry turned over before pulling the blanket over his head, wanting to escape the world.
He must have drifted off as the sound of his uncle yelling downstairs roused him from his sleep. Harry threw the blankets off before deciding it was time to face the world. The boy threw his legs over the side of the bed before feeling a sudden wave of nausea rise from his stomach. Harry fell to the floor, trying as hard as he could not to throw up. He managed to succeed as he heard a series of car doors slamming followed by an engine starting. A sigh of relief escaped the boy's lips as he crawled to the bathroom.
He felt awful as he folded his arms over the toilet seat before resting his head on them. He was exhausted and so glad no one else was around to see him like this. He wondered how long his Uncle, Aunty and Dudley had gone out for…
Of course he would prefer it if they didn't come back at all…
He felt another wave of nausea rise in his throat before he leaned over the bowl, feeling awful as the contents of his stomach fell to the bottom of the bowl. Harry tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall but it was no use. He felt like he was going to die. He wished Snape was here to comfort him, to make him feel safe, to make him feel complete. Simply being around the man made all his problems seem irrelevant.
It had been a few minutes and Harry felt it was safe to leave the vicinity of the bathroom. He thought he should try to eat something but the realisation crept in that there was no way it was going to stay down.
Harry trudged back to his bed before crawling under the covers once more. His whole body ached, he felt like he could sleep forever and still be exhausted. He closed his eyes before allowing his body to fall into a slumber.
"Boy!" Harry stirred, wondering if he'd heard his uncle or if he'd just imagined it.
"Boy!" It definitely wasn't his imagination… A sigh escaped his lips as he prepared for the onslaught that was his life at the Dursley's.
Harry turned over just in time to see his door fly open, cringing as it slammed into the wall behind it.
"What on earth boy!" Vernon began his rant.
"Have you been in bed all day?" He barked at the boy before closing in on him.
"It's dinner time you lazy ungrateful brat" Vernon continued. "I'm in half a mind to make sure there's no left overs for you to eat tonight" the man's entire body shook with rage as he pointed his fat finger at the boy.
"You'll earn your keep tonight boy!" his uncle yelled before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry heard the lock click shut, the noise resounding through the room, only making the boy feel more trapped.
Harry wondered what his uncle meant by that last statement as he climbed out of his bed. His eyes fell on the dark abyss outside his window, his body flinching as the realisation struck him that he's literally slept all day.
What was wrong with him?
He was tempted to climb out his window and disappear into the dark abyss forever. He sunk his teeth into his lips, contemplating his situation, wishing Snape was here with him.
Two days Harry… Two days… You can do this… Two days and you'll be in Snape's arms once more.
Harry felt his body collide with the kitchen floor. "Clean this up boy!" Vernon demanded as he indicated at the floor, twirling his finger in a circle at the clump of mashed potato smeared on the floor. Harry sighed silently before climbing to his knees, slowly wiping up the mess before him.
Harry cringed as a growl escaped his stomach, he instinctively grasped it, annoyed at the betrayal. "What's that boy?" Vernon began, his eyes narrowing on Harry. "Are you hungry?" a smug smile creeping onto his lips as he grabbed a leftover steak off a nearby tray before tossing it to the boy like he was a dog.
Harry watched as it slammed on to the tiled floor, before bouncing slightly towards him. He was so hungry he actually considered eating it. The boy cringed at himself, a mixture of disappointment and self-hatred welled up inside him. His body flinched as he heard another set of footsteps approach him. He didn't need to look up to know who it was.
"What's wrong Harry? Is our food not good enough for you?" Dudley mocked him before tossing the uneaten broccoli off his plate at the boy.
Harry bit back the tears as he picked at the meat on the floor, trying to ignore the men's laughter as it penetrated right through to his soul.
Harry dragged his suitcase behind him as he began the trek to the train station. He tried to ignore the cramps tightening in his abdomen.
He still wasn't well, he still threw up every morning and today was no exception. His hand slipped off the handle before he darted into a nearby bush.
He fell to his knees before repeating the now daily procedure. He stayed on his knees as his body shook uncontrollably.
He needed to see Madam Pomphrey as soon as he got back to Hogwarts, something was terribly wrong with him and he needed to know what. He sighed before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. The wizard glanced at his watch, realising he had to get a move on.
He climbed to his feet before reuniting with his suitcase. Harry carried on down the foot path, he couldn't wait to get on the train, to see his friends again.
Hermione looked her best friend up and down, her eyes falling on the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Her eyes narrowed as she realised how much the boy was shaking…
Why would he be sweating and shivering? Something was definitely wrong… She kept an eye on him, pondering whether to pry or just leave it.
Harry flinched before grasping his stomach. He rushed to his feet before slamming the compartment door open. The boy bolted down the carriage, in search of the nearest bathroom. Ron's gaze locked with Hermione, a confused expression passed between them.
Harry was so sick of this, tears of frustration forming in his eyes as he slumped against the bathroom wall. The wizard closed his eyes before covering them with his hands. He could so easily fall asleep right here, he sighed before curling up into a ball.
The train suddenly jerked, jolting Harry awake, he gasped as he realised he had actually fallen asleep. He quickly stumbled to his feet before making his way back to his friends.
"Harry!" Hermione practically shouted, "what happened to you?" she began, running her eyes over the boy. "I fell asleep in the bathroom" the wizard mumbled before realising how bad that sounded.
"Fell asleep? On the toilet? That whole time?" Ron's voice sounded like it was about to break as his eyes widened and his mouth hung open.
"Not on the toilet" Harry sighed, exhausted.
"Are you alright?" Hermione questioned as she watched the wizard sit down, before claiming the seat next to him.
"I've been better" Harry whimpered, resting his head against the train window.
"What's wrong?" the witch whispered before giving the boy a reassuring hug.
"I don't know" Harry tried not to cry as he told her truthfully.
"I've been throwing up for days, feeling exhausted".
"I think you should see Madam Pomphrey at once" Hermione insisted.
"I'll go see her after the welcoming feast" Harry pushed back, Hermione didn't look impressed but chose not to pursue the matter.
"As long as you do go" She sighed, the worry for her friend very evident in her voice.
She leaned in closer "Ron and I can come with you if you want"
"Thanks Hermione".
Harry hardly touched his dinner, he didn't even want to look at it to be honest. He turned around on his bench, letting his eyes fall elsewhere…
They fell on something much worse… Draco Malfoy.
Harry held back the vomit before turning back to face Ron.
Hermione flicked Harry a sympathetic glance as she eyed his empty plate.
"You must try to eat something" she whispered before tossing some ham on his plate.
Harry cringed before cutting into it. He brought the meat to his lips, his face screwed up as he sunk his teeth into it. The wizard fought against the reflex to spit it out. Why did it taste like metal?
"Harry dear, do come in and pop up on one of the beds. I'll be with you shortly". Madam Pomphrey indicated as she disappeared into the darkness. Harry glanced around the empty room, dangling his feet off the side of the bed. He waited as the silence grew, suddenly feeling very much alone. He wished now that he had taken Hermione up on her offer to accompany him.
"Now dear boy, what seems to be the matter?" Harry jumped, startled from his thoughts by the voice.
Harry relayed his symptoms to the nurse, who nodded receptively before gathering together some items from the nearby trolley.
"Ah I see" she acknowledged before continuing "now I must ask you if you have had any intimate relations with other men in the last few months?"
Harry's eyes widened, a gasped escaped his lips before realising he was in no way attempting to disguise his panic. The question had taken him completely by surprise… What relevance did it have to his current predicament? Maybe she knew about him and Snape? If so, did the whole school know?
"Uh wh-why do you say that?" Harry's voice was very unsteady as he struggled to force the question from his lips.
"I take that as a yes" she chuckled, trying to ease the boy before handing him a cup. Harry raised his eyebrow before holding the cup up at eye level.
"Now dear I need a urine sample from you, the bathroom is over there" she pointed to a door in the far corner of the room.
It didn't take Harry long to fill the cup before he handed it back to the nurse.
"Right this won't take long" she smiled as she dipped a stick in to the yellow liquid.
"Wh-what is it testing for?" Harry hesitated, not taking his eyes off the cup.
"Pregnancy" Madam Pomphrey stated very matter of factly.
Harry's eyes widened as he waited for the nurse to laugh and say it was a joke…
… … …
Nothing…
Ohmygod she's serious…
Harry was stunned into silence, he didn't know what to think let alone say…
"Right here we go" the nurse pulled the stick from the cup before adjusting her glasses to get a closer look. It was the longest wait of Harry's young life as he anticipated the result.
"Well I'm afraid it's still going to be quite a few months before you are well". She smiled before clarifying.
"You're pregnant"
Harry felt his world close in around him, everything growing dimmer before he remembered he has to breath. Oxygen flooded his lungs before he remembered where he was.
The infirmary.
Madam Pomphrey couldn't be right, could she? Surely?
"Now dear Harry, it's not uncommon for wizards to get pregnant, it usually only happens when two men truly love each other" the nurse began.
Well at least now he knew that Snape truly loved him… But why didn't Snape warn him this could happen? Surely he must of known… Oh god… How was he going to tell Snape…?
"Now drink this every time you feel unwell, it will help with the morning sickness" Madam Pomphrey handed him a small bottle of orange coloured liquid.
Harry eyed up the bottle, pretty certain he was going to need a bigger bottle at his rate. "Right, unless you have any more questions, you are free to go".
Wait what? Harry had a million questions! He opened his mouth before watching the nurse stifle a yawn, feeling bad for keeping her up late like this.
"Will you have to tell anyone?" Harry decided this was his biggest concern at the moment.
"I will have to inform Dumbledore but you must realise it will only be a matter of time before everyone will be able to tell." She gave him a serious glance.
Harry's heart sank as he realised she was right. He winced at the thought of everyone speculating who the father was and spreading vicious rumours.
"Now Harry dear, you must go and try get some rest" She gently patted him on the shoulder while attempting to stifle another yawn.
Harry stumbled down the hallway, his mind still reeling at the news. He knew he had to tell Snape but it didn't have to be right now did it? He still needed time to process everything. Maybe he should go see him anyway…
It didn't take long before Harry found himself standing in front of the wooden door to Snape's Chambers.
He raised his hand, about to knock before hesitating. Maybe he shouldn't do this now… Maybe he should just come back tomorrow… The door flew open in front of him, the wizard gasped as his eyes fell on Lucius Malfoy.
Harry instinctively stepped back, his hand stilled raised in the air. The man's eyes fell down to the boy, "what are you doing here Mr Potter?"
Dammit…
Harry couldn't think of anyone worse to find him here… Except maybe Draco… But they are one in the same really.
Harry knew he shouldn't have come here tonight, he was lost for words as the panic tearing through his veins clouded his judgement.
"He's here because I wished to see him about a particular matter" Snape's voice interrupted from somewhere inside the room. Harry silently thanked the father of his unborn child as he watched Lucius turn his gaze to the potions professor.
"And why would that be Severus?" he questioned, his eyes drilling into Snape's.
"Why hello there gentlemen" Dumbledore's comforting voice flooded the hallway. Harry raised his eyebrow at the old man, wondering where exactly he had come from… Talk about perfect timing…
"I do hope I'm not interrupting" the headmaster continued as a relieved sigh escaped Harry's lips, thanking the gods for the disruption.
"Now Harry" Dumbledore turned to the boy, the young wizard praying he wouldn't ask why he was outside Snape's chambers…
"I hear a congratulations is in order" he smiled warmly at his favourite student.
Wow that was fast… How did he know so quickly… Let's be honest he probably knew before Harry even arrived back at Hogwarts…
Harry's eyes widened, suddenly remembering his present company…
No no no no no
"Now it was lovely to see you again Lucius" Dumbledore turned to the man before pushing past him into Severus's chambers. The headmaster not making it subtle that he wanted the blonde man gone. Lucius got the message before calmly pacing down the corridor while he still had a shred of dignity intact.
"Now Harry, if you will excuse us, I must speak with Severus" he smiled kindly before closing the door in the boy's face.
Well so much for seeing Snape tonight…
Harry sighed before heading back to his dormitory.
"Well Harry? How did it go?" Hermione all but ambushed him as he entered the Gryffindor common room. Harry sunk his teeth into his lip, he hadn't thought this far ahead…
The boy glanced around the room, his gaze meeting several other's as they subtly tried to eavesdrop… Or maybe he was just being paranoid...
"Come with me" he whispered before leading the witch down the corridor, he wasn't exactly sure where he was taking her but it dawned on him that if he was going to get through this he was going to need his friends.
He knew he could trust Hermione, plus she probably knows everything about pregnancy and wizards. He lead her into the library, a warmth filled his body as his mind drifted back to the time Snape and him had fooled around against the bookshelf.
"What's wrong Harry?" Her voice breaking as she realised it must have been something serious if he dragged her all the way here. She hadn't wanted to ask him in the hallway, knowing those portraits, the gossip would be all round the school by morning.
Harry turned to face the witch, "I'm pregnant" he spat it out, bracing himself for Hermione's shocked reaction…
He didn't get one.
"I suspected as much" the witch began, "Harry you should have been more careful"
"It's too late now" he winced defensively.
"Are you going to tell Snape?"
"Yes. I went to see him before but he was busy"
"How far along are you?"
"I-I didn't ask"
"What? Why didn't you think to ask?" Hermione lowered her voice, she didn't mean to bark at her best friend like that
"I'm sorry Harry, we'll go tomorrow and find out".
Harry agreed, not really feeling like he had a choice in the matter.
"We'll go after first class in the morning".
"What's the first class?"
"Potions".
Harry waddled down the corridor towards potions class.
Oh great.
He was waddling already…
He felt like he hardly slept at all last night, he had to lied to Ron about what Madam Pomphrey said was wrong with him… He felt awful about that and he knew his best friend was going to be angry when he did find out… And he will find out… Along with everyone else… He wanted to tell Ron but he didn't think the red head was ready to hear that his best friend was pregnant with Snape's child.
Harry cringed… He knew his friend wouldn't get it as he stepped into the classroom before continuing on to his usual seat. The boy sat down before feeling his abdomen cramp up again, he gently massaged it, hoping it would help but didn't seem to.
Harry glanced to the front of the class, noticing Snape wasn't there yet before seeing flash of blonde in the corner of his eye.
Draco…
He subtly watched the boy as he moved closer to Harry before adopting the seat behind him.
The raven haired boy didn't have time to wonder why Draco was sitting so close to him before Snape swept into the room, taking his usual place at the front of the class.
Harry felt his member stir at the sight of the man.
Oh no…
During potions class Harry didn't normally have this problem… It usually took a bit more than the sight of the man to make him hard… Like when Snape held him… kissed him… sucked him…
Oh great… Harry winced as he felt his erection grow even more…
Perhaps it was the hormones?
It had to be… Surely.
Harry flinched as he felt a wave of nausea roll through his body. He turned around before reaching down as he scrambled through his bag, trying to find the bottle Madam Pomphrey had given him.
Ah ha…
Success!
It was only then that Harry remembered that Draco was sitting right behind him and had no doubt noticed his erection.
Dammit…
Harry quickly turned to face the front of the class before bringing the bottle to his lips, too mortified to even glimpse at the blonde.
He took a quick swig before putting it back in his bag. Harry felt eyes staring at him but the source didn't seem to be Draco. The young wizard flinched before glancing to the front of the class, his eyes connecting with Snape's.
The man looked like he'd witnessed the most hideous thing imaginable. His eyes were wide open, along with his mouth and he couldn't tear his eyes off the boy. Harry felt the eyes of fellow students begin to rest on him too. He hated the attention.
Harry cringed as he realised what was going on…
Of course…
How could he have been so stupid! He should have taken the potion before he got to class…
Snape is the potions master…
He knows exactly what this potion is for…
Dammit…
But surely there's more than one orange coloured potion? Just because its orange doesn't automatically mean it's for morning sickness, does it?
Even though it totally was… But that's not the point…
It could be for something else, right?
Well…
He was going to have to tell him anyway let's be honest.
Harry glanced away from the professor, not knowing where to look as his eyes darted around the room before falling on Draco.
Dammit…
The blonde's eye collided with Harry's, a horrified expression also plastering his face.
Maybe Harry just had something on his face…
He subconsciously wiped his cheek before turning back to the front.
"Today class we are going to be brewing veritaserum" Snape began, not once dragging his eyes away from Harry. Harry winced, he hadn't seen Snape this stern since… well… before he read the note…
He knew other students were going to start to notice if they hadn't already…
Help…
The whole lesson carried on like that, Snape never once taking his eyes off Harry, and never hovering more than a few metres away from him at a time.
"Class dismissed" Snape announced once all the students had finished packing up.
"Except you Mr Potter"
Everyone turned to stare at him but nobody looked surprised. Snape waited until everyone had filed out of the classroom before storming to the door. His eyes fell on Draco, who clearly had no intention of missing this conversation.
"The does not concern you Mr Malfoy" Snape stated, a slight irritation apparent in his voice as he slammed the door. Snape was convinced he heard the boy's body collide with the floor but at that point in time he didn't care.
Harry sat at his seat, beginning to panic, he had never seen Snape act like this before. He gasped as he heard the man draw closer.
"Give it to me" Snape commanded
Harry reached for his bag before withdrawing the bottle and handing it over to the professor.
Snape snatched it from the boy before holding it up to the light.
"When were you going to tell me?"