The Rose in the Dark
Summary- What happens when someone slips Harry a box of drugged chocolate on Valentines Day?
Disclaimer- I own only the plotline, not the wonderful characters. They belong only to that gorgeous goddess of ingenuity, J.K.
Warning- Kinda smutty, then it gets dark and tragic, then it might get a happy ending. Contains implied yaoi, slight lemon, mpreg, the mebbe death of a character of my own making. I was pms-ing when I wrote this. RATED M FOR A REASON, FOLKS!!! Oh, and it is a Severitus, just for my sister, Netrixie. This is evil Dumbledore bashing. I needed to write one to get the bile out of my system, so I can concentrate on my good Dumbledore stories.
Author's Note 1- in my story, the tables are arranged in the Great Hall in the following order, if you are overlooking the Hall from the staff table- Slytherin on the far left, then Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw, with Gryffindor on the far right. Don't yell at me, this is just for this story. I think.
Author's Note 2- there's nothing going on between Remus and Sirius, other than the fact that they are really good friends. What might look like a threesome including them and Snape is just the awesome coolness of how close they get to each other.
Author's Note 3- Don't freak. I'm reposting the whole bulk of the original story in 9 parts. Chapter 10 is when the new stuff appears, for those of you who have this on Author alert.
Part 4
As she lead him towards the Hospital Wing, she questioned him. "You said that you haven't been a virgin since Valentine's Day. Were you with a male or female?"
Harry swallowed, and said nervously, "Well, I, uh, don't really remember." Hermione pivoted and glared at him, shocked. Harry rushed ahead. "I think it was a guy, because my, my, uh…" Hermione butted in.
"You don't remember who you lost you're virginity to? And you think it's a male because your arse hurt." she mused. Then she paled, and Harry watched her worriedly.
"Harry," she asked with a quiver in her voice, "did you eat any chocolate that night?" He nodded, confused.
"Oh, shit." Hermione breathed. "We need to hurry." That was the end of the conversation, because they'd just entered the Wing. Hermione pushed Harry into a chair and ran off to find Madame Pomphrey, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Why, oh why did I have to say anything? Harry mourned to himself.
He didn't have anymore time to bitch and moan, however, as Hermione and Poppy had just appeared. He rose, startled, when the nurse cast a ward around the part of the wing they were in, effectively blocking anyone from seeing in. She turned to Harry and stared asking questions.
"Now, tell me exactly what happened in Care of Magical Creatures today."
So Harry filled her in as she tested his vital signs. When he finished, she pulled away and made a face at the information her readings had provided. "Well, you are in perfect health, Mr. Potter. I'm going to need to take some blood and run a couple tests on it."
After a relatively painless procedure, the nurse pointed at the bed and said, "Stay here."
Harry and Hermione sat together on the bed, and he looked at her questioningly. "What's going on, 'Mione?" the girl leaned over and said quietly, "Poppy is going to be testing your blood for any abnormalities. What she finds will determine what happens next." Harry nodded.
They sat together for another couple of minutes until the nurse came back wearing a troubled expression. Before she reached them, Harry said, "I thought it took a while to get results from blood tests." Hermione hissed, "That's only for Muggles."
The nurse reached them and said, "Well, these are some surprising results, Mr. Potter. Quite surprising. Miss. Granger, would you be kind enough to get Professors Snape and Dumbledore for me?" Hermione hopped off the bed and bolted out the door.
"Mr. Potter, I would like to hold these results until the Professors arrive, if you don't mind." Harry just shook his head. As long as something happened in the next five minutes, he couldn't care less.
A few minutes later, the requested professors walked in, followed by Hermione, who shoved a sandwich into Harry's hand. He gave her a grateful smile and took a huge bite of the tasty treat. Snape, Poppy and Dumbledore disappeared into the back, and Harry took the time to finish the sandwich. Hermione sat next to him and filled him in on what had happened when she'd gone to get the professors.
"I ran into the Great Hall and up to the teachers table, and stood in front of Dumbledore until I caught my breathe. Then I told him that he and Snape had been called to the Hospital Wing by Madame Pomphrey, and that it concerned you. They were up and out so fast my head spun.
I stopped by Ron and told him everything was alright, then ran over to the Slytherin table and as I grabbed the sandwich, told them you were fine. Then I ran to catch up with the teachers. Man, can they walk fast."
Harry's eyebrows were in his hairline, and he said around his mouthful, "You just had to make it look like I was dying, didn't you?" he asked mournfully. She laughed and said, "Yup."
Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of the teachers. Poppy cleared her throat and began. "There was something in you blood that I thought might have been a indication of what had happened to you, but since I am not an expert in potions, I called Professor Snape up to give his opinion on the matter. Professor Dumbledore is here in case my suspicions were proved correct. Professor?"
She handed the floor over to Snape, who started talking with a strained sneer. "Potter, your blood contained traces of three potions- a mind clouding potion, an inhibition lowering potion and a fertility enhancing potion."
Harry was shocked. He'd been drugged?! Snape continued. "We also found something else." He paused, obviously uncomfortable. "Potter, you're pregnant." Harry could only stare at the teachers in front of him.
Pregnant? That's not possible. Snape must have read Harry's look correctly because he snapped, "Yes, Potter, it is possible for wizards to become pregnant. Generally, though, one has consent from both parties before this happens." Harry blushed. Fortunately, Dumbledore cleared his throat just then. "Harry," the old wizard said gently, "we need to know everything you remember from that night."
Harry blushed and muttered something, and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and asked him to repeat what he'd just said. "I said, 'its was more like the whole weekend'." The headmaster was taken aback, but recovered quickly. Harry stared telling them what he remembered.
"Alright. That night, Hermione was going through the candy and everything I'd received that day, telling me which one's were safe and which one's weren't. She told me that the green boxes were safe to eat, and don't even think about touching the red ones. But there was a bunch of purple boxes, and when I went to ask her about those, she wasn't there. But you know, I'm not completely stupid- I checked the purple boxes with detecting spells, but nothing came up. I don't know why Hermione had them in purple boxes, but there was nothing wrong with them that I could see, so I took the top box and went for a walk.
I started eating the chocolate, and had had three, maybe four of them when I ran into somebody. I offered him- hey, it was a him!- some chocolate, he took it, and I think we started walking around after that."
Hermione spoke into the quiet. "Harry, the purple boxes had traces of stuff I didn't know. I was going to bring them to either Professor Snape or Madame Pomphrey."
Harry hung his head and blushed. Dumbledore interrupted with a question. "Tell me, Harry, do you remember who the other boy is?" Harry shook his head. He wasn't about to tell his teachers about the glimpses of pale skin and blonde hair he sometimes got flashbacks about.
Dumbledore shook his head. "This is a complication we do not need right now." Harry bristled, insulted. The Headmaster continued, oblivious. "What with the war, the threat from Voldemort, and the ever-increasing attacks from the Death Eaters, this could not have come at a worse time. And if the Daily Prophet catches wind of this, the unwilling impregnation of their Hero, well. It would be bad."
Harry nodded. He knew that this wasn't a good thing, but that didn't mean that he wasn't insulted by the fact that his mentor had just called his baby a complication. He was slightly surprised at how easily he was taking the news of his pregnancy, but the baby was family.
Family mattered.
He turned to Hermione and said, "So, do we tell anyone?" She shrugged, glancing over at the Professors, who had started talking in quiet voices.
"It's your call, Harry. But I would at least tell the circle." Harry nodded. The six students referred to themselves as the 'Circle' now, as it was easier to say that than the 'Two Trio's.'
He looked up as the teachers broke their huddle and came back over to the students. Madame Pomphrey looked relieved, Dumbledore looked serious, and Snape looked down-right furious. Hermione gave them a questioning look, and Dumbledore started talking.
"Now, Harry, we know that this year in particular will be a very difficult year for you, as Voldemort will be increasing his attacks to try to get to you. It would be easier for you if you didn't have this problem to deal with, and Madame Pomphrey has graciously agreed to take care of it for you. Now, if you would just-"
Harry cut him off, standing and pulling Hermione along with him. "Did you just tell me that I should abort my baby?" he growled.
Dumbledore looked startled, like he hadn't expected resistance. "M'boy, you do not need to use such crude language. It would just be fixing a problem-"
"No!" Harry dragged Hermione to the door, both of them wearing disgusted and shocked expressions. "Don't you dare repeat that offer to me, Dumbledore, if you want to retain your hero." Harry glanced over at Snape, who sent him a proud?! glance, who then turned to intercept the irate old man.
"Headmaster, I told you it would be of no use to try to persuade the boy from this decision…" Harry didn't hear anymore as he and Hermione ran through the hallways to the Gryffindor common room.
They gave the Fat Lady the password, then stumbled into a vary confusing scene. Blaise, Ron, Draco and Pansy were all sitting in front of the fire, with the rest of the House giving them a wide berth. Hermione dragged Harry over to them, shoved him into a seat, then turned to the rest of the room.
"If there is anyone left in this room in one minute, I will start taking ten points off per second until no one is here." As the cowed lions started scattering away from the Head Girl, she added, "And give this message to the rest of the House- If they walk in that door, I will hex them and take fifty points from the House. Got it?"
She got a very loud, positive response. Hermione waited until the common room was empty, then turned to the rest of the circle. Draco gave her an appraising look, then asked, "Did you learn that from Snape? Cause I swear, you almost gave them heart attacks." The friends laughed, then Blaise leaned forward and said, "So, what is the reason for scaring the shite out of the poor lion cubs?"
Hermione waved her hand at Harry, who cleared his throat uncomfortably. "'Kay, you know in Care of Magical Creatures, how Leonidas was all over me?" He waited for their nods, then continued. "Well, Grubbly-Plank said that he'd only respond like that to virgins or pregnant people." No one missed his wording- they sent each other nervous glances. Harry took a deep breathe and went on.
"I'm not a virgin."
Draco and Pansy gasped, followed closely by Blaise and Ron. Pansy leaned forward and said, "So, does that mean…" she trailed off, unable to say the word. Harry nodded, his cheeks flushed. Her eyes widened, and she sat back with a thump. "Oh, my god. That's amazing!" Harry smiled a little.
Blaise made a small noise, and when he had Harry's attention, said, "So, who's the father?"
Hermione and Harry exchanged glances, and Harry shifted nervously. "Well, I don't know." he admitted. All their eyebrows went up, and he hurried to explain.
"I was drugged on Valentine's Day, and I don't remember anything except that I had a really, uh, active weekend. Snape said that there were traces of a mind-clouding potion, an inhibition lowering potion, and an increased fertility potion in my blood. I've been getting some flashbacks, but there's no faces in them. Just some really embarrassing things."
Ron chuckled at that. "So, you know what you were doing, just not with whom?" Harry nodded, relieved that he'd summed it up so concisely.
Hermione cleared her throat, drawing the attention from Harry. "That's not the worse part." Draco raised an eyebrow. "What can be worse that not knowing who the father of your child is?" he drawled.
Hermione raised her own eyebrows, and said, "How about having your beloved Headmaster tell you to get an abortion, expecting that you'll go along with it?" There were cries of outrage from the group, and Harry felt that his own reaction to the suggestion had been justified.
As they were plotting the destruction of the foolish old man, Harry mused out loud, "I wonder why Snape was so supportive of my decision to keep the baby?"
Draco pounced on that statement. "You mean you don't know?" he asked teasingly. "Snape loves you- he gives you all those detentions so he can see more of your ugly mug."
Harry threw a pillow at the boy, laughing. Hermione and Pansy shared a glance- they were beyond relieved that the thought of a pregnant Harry hadn't stopped Draco from perusing the Golden Boy.
