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 5

After a couple more minutes of playing around, Blaise asked Harry a couple of questions. "What are you going to do about the baby? Do you have your own room? When are you due?"

Harry held his hands up, laughing. "I don't know, I don't know, and, wait-I don't know. We ran out of there before any of that could be decided."

Draco suddenly got a dark look on his face and said, "Bastard." Ron and Blaise nodded in agreement, their faces taking on a dark cast as well. Pansy got up to sit next to Harry, wrapping her arm around the boy.

"Well, nine months from Valentine's Day is, uh, October 14th. So that's your due date. You'll be about four months along at graduation." Harry smiled at the practical girl, not hearing Draco's jealous huff.

Suddenly, Hermione let loose a string of curses, startling her friends. "We missed all our afternoon classes!" The five other kids let out a weak laugh- they'd thought it was something bad.

She scowled at them, then relented and smiled. "Well, I guess it would be alright to stay here until dinner. Just don't expect this to happen again!" she warned them good-naturedly.

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They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about how they were going to deal with this, and how to handle their clearly insane Headmaster. As the others were talking, Draco leaned over to Ron and said lowly, "Weasley. Trade places with me at dinner tonight?"

Ron started to say no, then stopped and thought about it. "If I do this, does it mean that Slytherin is declaring for Harry?"

Draco was a little surprised that Ron knew the terminology, but nodded. "The House and I had a meeting last night. It was unanimously agreed that working alongside Potter was a far better thing than slaving for You-Know-Who." Ron nodded his agreement.

"Alright. But don't expect to have my seat every meal, buddy." Ron warned, and Draco laughed. "The thought never crossed my mind."

They turned back to the conversation, which was wrapping up. Hermione stood, stretching. "Almost time for dinner, guys," she said, and everyone grumbled as they stood and stretched as well.

They left the common room, with Hermione's writing hanging in the air, 'Okay, you can enter the Common Room now. No points will be taken. Hermione Granger, Head Girl.' Draco laughed at her, saying, "You rule these lions with an iron fist, do you?"

She raised an eyebrow, haughty. "Of course," she replied. "Silly lions always get into trouble. They need a firm hand." Then she lost it and started laughing.

Everyone gave the six of them a wide berth as they walked through the hallways, still not sure of their safety. They were one of the last groups to enter the Great Hall, and when they split up to go to their respective tables, everyone was shocked when Ron willingly went to the Slytherin table and Draco went to the Gryffindor. They were even more shocked when Draco sat down next to their Hero, and was welcomed by the other seventh years.

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Up at the staff table, Dumbledore watched this, his twinkle missing. He leaned over to Snape and said, "Severus, I do not like how this situation is unfolding. Can you do nothing to get your House back under control?"

The Potions teacher bristled, but the headmaster didn't notice. "Of course, Headmaster. I will talk to them tonight."

The old man turned to glare at the Head of Slytherin, saying, "You had best, Severus."

Snape bowed his head, using the gesture of respect to hide his fury.

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Draco was enjoying his meal, laughing at the jokes Seamus and Dean were spouting, when he felt something bush his mind. He started, then recognized the feel of his godfathers mind.

He felt a bubble of thought get pushed past his lowered defenses, and then felt the presence subside. Gently, he pictured a pin and pushed it into the bubble.

Immediately, information flooded into his head. Suspicions about Dumbledore, seething hatred of interfering old men, and an order. Call a House meeting for tonight at midnight. Make sure everyone is there.

He looked up at his god father and gave a little nod. No one had noticed his little lapse of attention, and he turned back to the conversation, laughing at a retelling of some prank.

That night, he sat with the rest of his house in the common room, awaiting the arrival of their Head. When he walked in, it was with a billow of black robes, and a thunderous expression. The House shrank back, expecting to get berated for some stunt or another, but they didn't expect what Snape actually did.

With a flick of his wand, he set up a bubble silence around the assembled students and himself, then started talking. "I saw at dinner tonight that you of Slytherin House have finally taken a side in this little dispute. Commendable."

Surprisingly, there was no malice in his silk-smooth voice. They waited for him to continue as he angrily flicked his wand against his leg. "However, the Headmaster has other plans for those of this noble House."

No one missed the hatred in his tone. "At dinner tonight, I was told to make sure this little alliance of yours goes nowhere and does nothing to help the Gryffindor's." He smirked at their expressions.

"Now, does that sound like the best way to win this little war?"

At the question, rhetorical though it may be, Blaise stood up and asked, "But what reason could he have to see the war lost? Does not the outcome affect him as much as it does everyone else?"

Snape shook his head. "I can see no reason at all for this command of his. Either he is a tool of Voldemort, which is unlikely, or he is insane. Which is much more probable."

The house shared a grin. Their hatred of the old coot was something they imbibed with mothers milk.

"We need to create a plan where we are giving the appearance of obeying the Headmasters orders while we are helping the Light side. But since we are Slytherins, this should not be a difficult task, should it?"

"No, sir!"

The shout that filled the common room brought a feral grin on their Head's face. And that was the only reward they wanted, after all.

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Harry was a little concerned as he walked from the Common Room to the Great Hall for breakfast. He'd been getting hailed by Slytherins left and right, but as soon as they saw a teacher, they turned just a cool and collected as they usually were.

As soon as he saw the Triumvirate, he darted over to them and demanded, "Just why is your House bipolar today?"

They started laughing. "We'll tell you later." Pansy darted around Harry's side and placed a hand on his arm, leaning in to whisper, "How's baby?"

Harry smiled at her and whispered confidentially, "Well, I'm not puking in the morning anymore." Pansy wrinkled her nose and pulled away, much to Harry's amusement.

Somehow, Harry ended up walking next to Draco, with the others ranging ahead of them. Harry glanced at the blonde, and when he realized that he was watching a group of Hufflepuff's, used the opportunity to get a good look at his friend.

He'd never realized that they were about the same height before. The blonde was a good deal slimmer than Harry who, while not fat, was almost too sturdily built to make an effective Seeker. His hair was platinum, and short enough that it swung into his eyes with every step he took. His robes were tailored, of course, and pristine, whereas Harry's were a little wrinkled and too loose.

He glanced up and saw Draco watching him, and blushed.

Draco chuckled a little, saying, "Don't worry. You're not doing anything I haven't done." With that mind-boggling statement, he drew up and started a conversation with Ron about the Chudley Cannons.

Harry was quiet for the rest of the walk, ignoring the looks Hermione and Pansy were sending him. Mainly because they would look at him and giggle, but still. He had his pride.

They entered the Great Hall and separated to go to their respective tables, with none of the switching of the night before. As Harry sat, he happened to cast a glance to the staff table, and the teachers expressions made his eyes widen.

Snape looked vaguely pleased, Pomphrey anxious, McGonagall concerned, and Dumbledore annoyed. In fact, his twinkle was gone! Harry quickly looked away, before any of them saw him looking.

He tried to get the images of his professors face out of his mind, but that was proving more difficult than he'd expected. As a consequence, he wasn't as active in the conversation as he should have been, and he was getting some weird glances from the table.

He came back to himself when Hermione elbowed him in the side. He scowled at her, rubbing his sore ribs, but she just smiled pleasantly at him. But it worked; he got drawn into a conversation with Seamus over who he'd rather date- Filch or the Giant Squid.

Hermione berated him on the walk to Potions. "You can't just zone out like that- with all that's been going on, people think something's wrong! And I don't care if something is wrong. Don't let anyone know until you're ready for them to."

Harry nodded. "Hermione, something's up with the teachers. Did you see their faces today at breakfast?" he asked her in an undertone.

"No I didn't- why?"

"The only one who looked happy was Snape, and I don't know what to make of it."

She didn't have enough time to answer- they'd just arrived at Potions. "Later," she hissed as she went to her seat. Harry had just finished getting settled when Snape glided into the classroom.