I know its really short, so please forgive me. School just started back up and I'm taking advanced classes with loads of homework. But I love my lovelies so darn much that I needed to let ya'll know I still am present within the land of the living.

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-thedarkersister3

Chapter 8

Harry sat silently, his dark eyes downcast, hiding his fear, as Remus and Sirius prepared for the day. Leaning back against the couch, he watched them, his eyes following their movement, his ears following their voices, as they conversed with each other, helping the other dress or fix their hair. A small smile crossed his face, but was quickly gone, his thoughts turning to the pale boy levels below. The color drained from his face, as he thought of the days before, thought of the younger boy's pale face and naked body, thought of the his blood leaking slowly from his body. His stomach churned, stirring up the bile and vomit, as the teen thought of the implications of his abuse on the blonde.

"Pregnant." he whispered, leaning forward , his head between his legs as a precaution.

Remus looked over at his cub, his face falling at the pathetic sight of his son like that. Nudging Sirius out of his way, he walked over to the teen, kneeling before the boy, threading his fingers through the thick mane of dark hair."Harry, cub, are you alright?"

Harry shook his head, his shoulders heaving slightly, as he held his vomit in check.

Sirius sighed, gently placing his hand on to his godson's back."Are you going to puke?" asked the animagus, rubbing the distraught teen's back.

Harry nodded, suppressing another heave of his stomach, his face strained. Soon he couldn't hold back any more, heaving onto the floor, his body shook with the force. Remus held him steady, whispering soothing words to the teen, gently cooing comfort as the bile spread onto the floor. Sirius held his hair back, rubbing the boy's neck, grimacing as the sound and smell hit his ears.

After dry heaving for a few moments, Harry sat back, leaning against Sirius, using him as a support of his shaking body."Are you sure you want to go with us?" asked the animagus, pushing the thick hair from the teen's face. Harry nodded, standing unsteadily to his feet, walking slowly to the bathroom to wash his mouth out.

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Lucius lounged silently on the chaise in the Slytherin common room, spreading himself across its surface, his hand gently grasping a delicate crystal glass, quietly sipping on the golden liquid it contained, his silvery grey eyes watching his lover as he paced."You look like a nervous Gryffindor, my love, relax, there is no way they will skip this meeting."drawled the blonde.

Severus looked over at his lover, his dark eyes scanning the long lean frame of the aristocrat, as he drank his wine, rising a dark brow at the Malfoy. "I could say the same for you, drinking so early in the morning, Lucius? Quite juvenile." commented the potions master, running his hand through his dark hair.

Lucius smiled weakly, sitting up slightly, placing his wineglass on the floor, standing to his feet. "You are one of the only people who can read me," said Lucius, gently stalking toward the dark haired man, his eyes tired and withdrawn, empty and filled with darkness. "It hurts to see him so scared and hurting, to see him so tired and unsure of himself, to see my baby disappear before my eyes, you know? It...it just hurts."

Severus nodded, rubbing his eyes tiredly, before gently pulling the blonde in to his arms, nuzzling his lover's neck, breathing in his scent, trying to breath in his pain as though it was within his essence. "It can't last forever, my love, it can't, not for our baby, not for us, we can pull through." whispered the darker man, holding the lighter man closer, trying to meld their bodies into one, both filled with pain and darkness, both filled with love and light."We can pull through this, Lucius, we will make those who hurt our baby hurt, we'll make them pay." he said fiercely, holding impossibly tighter.