Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything Potter belongs to J.K.R. This is Mpreg and it has spoilers for GoF and is AU from the end of GoF.

Harry dreaded the thought of heading down to supper. He was sure that the news of what had happened would be all over the school by now. He sat on his bed after changing his clothes and looked at his clock. The meal was already half over by now. He seriously considered skipping the meal and would have if it weren't for the baby. He'd only glanced at the pamphlets from Madame Pomfrey. He didn't know if skipping a meal would be bad for the baby or not. He sighed deeply and slowly stood and headed out the door.

The great hall was packed as usual, but as Harry entered no one seemed to notice. One or two people smiled as he walked past their seats, but no one stared or pointed or anything. Harry, glad for the brief respite, could only assume that no one knew yet. He glanced toward Cho's normal seat and saw her friends talking, frowns creasing their foreheads. He quickly walked to the Gryffindor table and sat himself between Ron and Neville.

"Harry!" Hermione said in a relieved voice. "Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you." She asked as he spooned some mashed potatoes on to his plate. "How did the walk with Cho go?" Harry froze for a second at the mention of her name but quickly regained his composure and moved onto the roast beef. He glanced around and then looked at Hermione.

"Not very well." He told her. Her brow creased in confused worry. "I'll tell you later. I don't want to talk about it here." She reached up and touched his hand.

"Are you alright Harry?" She asked him quietly. He was surprised to feel the sting of tears in his eyes.

"Not really." He said as he stared at his plate. "Just...Please, I'll tell you later. Alright?" She nodded to him and looked at Ron, who had caught on that there was something wrong. They shared a concerned look, but continued with their meals. Ron and Hermione finished their meals first and waited in silence for Harry to finish his. He didn't eat much, but he figured that a little was better than none. He pushed his plate away with a sigh before looking at his friends and getting to his feet. The trio made their way to the empty Gryffindor common room where they took their usual seats clustered in front of the fireplace. They sat in silence for a few moments as Harry stared into the flames, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Harry?" Hermione finally queried. "What's wrong?" She coaxed gently. "Cho wasn't at dinner and you're out of sorts. Did you argue?" Harry took a steadying breath as he shook his head.

"No, we didn't fight. She asked about what happened to Cedric and I told her. Did you know they were engaged?" He asked as he looked up at Hermione. She and Ron both shook their heads. Harry looked back down at his hands. "They were." He said. "And they were going to have a family. Cho was pregnant." He said the last part in a near whisper and heard Hermione gasp in surprise.

"Was?" She queried as she looked at Harry with a pained expression. Harry looked back at the fire.

"She's dead." He said. His voice cracked as he said it. "Wormtail showed up again. He killed her." Hermione brought shaky hands up to cover her mouth which was hanging open in shock.

"Oh, Harry." She said quietly as her eyes filled with tears. Ron just sat there, shocked into silence.

"Now their both dead and it's all my fault." He said as he continued to stare into the fire. Tears ran unnoticed down his cheeks. Hermione gasped and immediately crossed to his seat. She knelt in front of him, forcing him to meet her tear filled gaze.

"Now you listen to me Harry Potter!" She said in a firm but shaky tone. "This is not your fault. None of this. You can't control what other people do anymore than Ron or I can. Are we to blame in any of this?" Harry shook his head. "That's right. We're not, and neither are you. It's his decisions that lead to the deaths around you, not yours. We all know that you do everything in your power to stop him and someday somebody will succeed. And he'll be gone, for good." Harry nodded to her as he gasped in a sob.

"I wish that day was now." He said. Hermione pulled his head down to her shoulder and held him as he cried. Even Ron came over to perch on the arm of Harry's chair and rested a comforting hand on his back. After a few moments Harry was able to sit back in his seat and try to regain his composure. He blew out a shaky breath before looking back at his friends. He decided to just come right out and tell them about the baby.

"Cho gave me their baby before she died." He said. Ron looked completely confused and Hermione looked suspicious.

"What do you mean Harry?" She asked.

"Before she died she transferred her baby into me. She didn't want it to die." Hermione glanced down at the hand Harry had rested on his abdomen. He didn't even realize he had moved it.

"Oh, Harry. What are you going to do?" Hermione asked him. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"The only thing I can do. I'm going to try and have it. I won't let their baby die too. Not if I can help it." Hermione grasped the hand he had on his stomach and gave it a squeeze.

"Have you told anyone?" She asked. He nodded.

"Madame Pomfrey knows. She checked me out. She said the baby seems to be fine. Professor Dumbledore knows about Cho's death and I'm sure Madame Pomfrey has told him about me by now. I just hope he let's me stay in school." He said as glanced longingly around the common room. "Hogwarts is the only real home I have. The only place I'm really happy." He looked back down at the hand covering his stomach. "I dread going to the Dursley's." Hermione glanced quickly at Ron before looking back at Harry.

"Harry, you need to tell them about how your relatives treat you." Harry looked sharply up at Hermione. She met his gaze without flinching. "We know that locking you in your room in our second year is just the tip of the iceberg Harry. You're always so thin when the new term starts and you always look so worn out. Your clothes are obviously your cousin's old things. When I first met you your glasses were held together with tape." She stopped for a breath and noticed Harry was no longer looking at her. He was staring into the fire again a flush to his cheeks. 'He's ashamed.' She thought. She raised her hand and cupped his cheek in her palm to make him look at her. "You've nothing to be ashamed of Harry. You have no more control over your relatives than you do over You-Know-Who. But, I wouldn't be surprised if there's even more going on than we're able to guess at. If you're treated that way this summer...Harry... You'll lose the baby. You'll miscarry." He blanched white as he realized she was right. He'd only glanced at the papers Madame Pomfrey had given him, but he knew that a balanced diet and rest were important. He felt helpless.

"What am I going to do Hermione?" He asked her in a quiet voice. She smiled at him and wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

"You'll talk to Professor Dumbledore. You'll tell him what goes on and ask for his help. He'll make sure your safe Harry." He nodded his head and she leaned up to give him another hug, which he returned gratefully, burying his face in her mass of hair. She pulled back and kissed his forehead. "It'll be alright Harry. You'll see." He smiled at her. He looked up at Ron who was still perched on the arm of his chair.

"We'll help however we can Mate. All you have to do is ask." He said as he clasped Harry's shoulder in his hand. Harry in turn gave a jaw popping yawn which caused the other two to chuckle.

"Thanks you guys." He said a bit sheepishly. "It really means a lot to me to know that you'll be there for me." He yawned again. "I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore in the morning. Right now, I just want to go to bed." Ron and Hermione walked him over to the stairway leading to the dorms and he bid them both good night. He didn't even notice when his hand strayed up to rest on his stomach as he snuggled under his covers and drifted off to sleep.

Harry gasped as he suddenly jerked awake, a cold sweat on his forehead. He'd been dreaming, but he couldn't remember what it was about. He just knew it wasn't good. He sat up and groped for his glasses on the night stand. As soon as he sat up his stomach started a slow roll in protest of the movement. He groaned as he put on his glasses and slowly laid back down. He closed his eyes and stayed still until his stomach stopped it's protesting and then slowly tried to get up again. It wasn't as bad as the first attempt but he still had to swallow a few times as he rested a hand against his queasy stomach. Madame Pomfrey had warned him. He slowly made his way over to his dresser and pulled out clothes for the day. He arrived in the Great hall for breakfast looking pale. He made his way over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Hermione looked at him questioningly while Ron went on with his breakfast, completely oblivious. He turned to Harry and smiled.

"Eat up Harry. Can't be skipping meals now." He said as he shoved a plate of eggs at Harry. Harry swallowed thickly but it proved to be of no use when Ron proceeded to plop two thick sausages on Harry's plate as well. As soon as the smell hit his nose he gagged. He hopped up from the bench with his hand clapped over his mouth and ran for the nearest bathroom, not hearing a bit of the berating that Ron received from Hermione.

Harry rested his forehead against the cool stone of the bathroom wall. Once he was sure his stomach was finished rebelling, he pulled himself up from the cold stone floor of the toilet stall and walked over to the sink. He wiped off his face and rinsed the acid taste from his mouth. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with morning sickness for too long. When he joined his friends again at the table, there was a nice inoffensive plate of very lightly buttered toast and a glass of juice waiting for him. Hermione rubbed his back a bit when he sat back down.

"Are you alright Harry?" She asked. He nodded and warily picked up a piece of toast. "Just take small bites." Hermione told him. By the time breakfast was over, he had managed to eat the toast and drink some of the juice as well. The trio was just about to head back up to the common room when Professor McGonagall approached and rested a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"The Headmaster would like to see you in his office Mr. Potter." She said. She leaned down closer to him. "You have my sympathies for what you had to go through yesterday Harry." He nodded in acknowledgment as he stood up.

"I'll see you guys later." He said to Ron and Hermione and followed his head of house to the Headmaster's office. Professor McGonagall issued a long suffering sigh when they paused at the gargoyle guarding the office before relaying the pass word.

"Jelly Bellies." She said in a rather exasperated tone. Harry chuckled. He did have to admit though that the colorful muggle candies were a nice alternative to Bertie Botts. No sardine, boogie, or vomit flavored Jelly bellies. He'd had quite enough of vomit flavored things. When they entered the office from the spiraling staircase Harry saw the Headmaster and Madame Pomfrey waiting for them. Madame Pomfrey gave him a reassuring smile as Professor McGonagall ushered him to an empty seat and took the last one for her self. Professor Dumbledore held a small glass bowl out to Harry.

"Lemon drop, Harry?" He offered. After a lemon drop had been offered to all he focused his twinkling gaze on Harry. "Well Harry. I understand from Madame Pomfrey that yesterday's events have left you with a bit of a predicament." Harry glanced at Madame Pomfrey and nodded his head.

"Yes Sir." He said. He shifted in his seat as he felt his stomach start that awful rolling sensation again. Most likely a reaction to his nerves, he thought. The headmaster leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his desk, as he contemplated Harry.

"I also understand that you want to try and carry the child to term." Professor McGonagall gasped at the mention of the baby as the headmaster continued speaking. "Are you sure about this Harry? You're very young to be taking on such a large responsibility." Harry met the headmaster's gaze and felt that he had never been more sure of anything in his life, or more scared.

"Yes Sir. I'm very sure." He glanced at Madame Pomfrey who gave him another reassuring nod and smile. "I promised Cho, and this baby deserves a chance at life." He said as he touched his stomach. He looked back at the headmaster, very nervous about the answer to his next question. "Will I be able to stay in school Professor? I don't want to have to leave. I'll give up Quidditch and do everything Madame Pomfrey tells me to, just please don't make me leave. Hogwarts is my home." He blinked against the burning in his eyes as he finished his question and his head of house gave a rather suspicious sounding sniff as she studied her hands in her lap. Professor Dumbledore nodded as he sat back in his chair.

"Well, you will still need to return to your aunt and uncle for the summer holidays, but I see no reason why you shouldn't return at the start of term. If Madame Pomfrey is willing to see to your care and you follow all of her instructions, I see no problems." Harry heaved a huge sigh of relief. "However, if you do manage to carry this baby to term we will need to address the situation further once it is born. I still do not foresee you having to leave Hogwarts, but there will need to be certain changes depending on what you decide you want to do with the baby." Harry nodded. That was more than he had dared hope for. The headmaster looked at Madame Pomfrey. "Are you willing to see to Harry's care Poppy?" Madame Pomfrey nodded.

"Of course. I'll need to do some reading up on his situation, but I think I'll be able to handle it." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

"We will need to inform the other teachers as well. This pregnancy will demand that he have alternate studies for some of the course work. Some of the spells just aren't safe in his condition. Potions will be especially challenging." Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall both nodded in agreement. The nurse even snorted in laughter. The headmaster shot her a questioning look. She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture as she continued to chuckle.

"I'm sure Severus will just be so pleased to work out alternate studies for Harry." She said in a sarcastic tone. The headmaster smiled openly as Professor McGonagall tried to hide hers behind her hand.
"I'm sure he'll see it as a wonderful challenge." The headmaster relied. Poppy just snorted again. "Now, is there anything else to discuss before we let Harry here return to his friends?" Harry looked at the group and tentively raised his hand. "Yes, Harry?" All eyes were on him. He took a deep breath.

"It's about the Dursleys, Sir. I never said anything about it before, but I have to now." He looked down at his hands resting in his lap then back up at the headmaster. "I'm afraid for the baby if I go back there. When I go home for the summer they pretty much treat me like their personal house elf. Aunt Petunia leaves a list of chores for me every day. It's usually a really long list. Mostly all of the house, yard, and garden work. Really physical stuff. If I don't get it all done o r if it's not done to their satisfaction, then Uncle Vernon will lock me in my room. It might be few a hours before he lets me out or a few days." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "It depends on his mood I guess. It's not unusual for me to go a couple of days with out eating, and when I do get to eat it's not much." Harry looked at the three faces around him. They all registered varying degrees of shock, sympathy, and anger. His head of house was the first to speak.

"That's why you're always so thin when the new term starts." She said quietly. Harry nodded. "Oh, Harry. Why didn't you tell someone? We could have done something about it." She looked like she had tears in her eyes. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"It's been like that my whole life. I didn't want anyone to know." He looked at the headmaster. "Although, I thought you might have known a little bit about it, sir." The headmaster look surprised.

"Why would you think I knew Harry? Surely you don't think I would have knowingly left you in that situation?" Harry could see that he was a little hurt by the idea.

"When my letter for Hogwarts came, it was addressed to my cupboard." He said. Every one gave him confused looks. "Up until my first summer back from Hogwarts I slept in the cupboard under the stairs at my Aunt and Uncle's. I didn't have a bedroom. My letter came addressed to 'Harry Potter, the cupboard under the stairs, number 4 Privet Drive.' I just thought you knew." The headmaster looked anguished.

"Those letters are addressed magically Harry. I had no idea." Harry was surprised to feel a sense of relief at this news. They didn't know. He hadn't knowingly been sent back to that abuse each year. He nodded his head.

"Well, anyway, I just thought that I needed to say something about it now. It's not just me that will be affected this time." He said as he cast a quick glance down to his stomach. Madame Pomfrey was shaking her head.

"He can't go back to that kind of treatment Albus." She said firmly. "He'll lose the baby with-in a week if he's subjected to that kind of abuse. He needs to be able to rest. He shouldn't be exerting himself and he needs to eat! At least three good meals a day, preferably more than that." She had gotten to her feet and was pacing back and forth, working herself into a rant. Professor Dumbledore had his hand out in front of him, trying to get her attention and quiet her.

"Poppy, please. It is quite obvious that something needs to be done." He gestured to her seat. "We will figure something out. Please, take your seat and we can discuss this rationally." She took her seat and looked at the headmaster expectantly. He rocked back in his chair and closed his eyes, thinking.

"It seems to me, that our best option is to make visits to the Dursley's." He said. He looked at Madame Pomfrey. "Poppy, would you be willing to make the visits? You'll be able to do his medical checkups at the same time." She paused for a moment, thinking, before she began nodding her head. "How often would you like to check on him?" He asked.

"I'd like to be able to see him at least once a week. This pregnancy is going to be hard on him." She smiled at Harry and placed a comforting hand on his arm before looking back at the headmaster. "I also think he should be given a means to contact us if something should happen between visits." Both professors were nodding in agreement. Harry's gaze was darting between the three adults. He started to worry when he saw the twinkle return full force to the headmaster's eyes, accompanied by a large smile.

"I think I have the perfect solution." He said. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "Dobby." He replied. Three sets of brows furrowed in confusion and Professor Dumbledore chuckled. "We'll send Dobby home with Harry for the summer. Dobby can make sure that Harry is being properly cared for between visits and we all know how protective he is of Harry." Harry smiled, remembering the incident in his second year with Lucius Malfoy. "Dobby will also be able to get in touch with one of us if Harry runs into any trouble." Harry had his doubts. Uncle Vernon would never let Dobby in his house.

"Professor?" He said. "Uncle Vernon hates anything at all to do with our world. He'll never let Dobby in his house." He was encouraged a bit by the headmaster's chuckle.

"Harry, I would love to see your uncle try and stop Dobby once he has been given the task of watching over you for the summer. Dobby will brave anything he has to in order to fulfill his duties. What is your uncle going to do? Call the muggle police?" Harry smiled when he realized that the professor was right. Dobby was quite persistent. "I will accompany you home tomorrow rather than having you ride the train. I will explain to your uncle that your health is precarious right now and that you will be treated accordingly. I will also inform him of Poppy's weekly visits and of Dobby staying with you for the summer." The headmaster's eyes took on a mischievous look. "You may not be allowed to do magic outside of school, but Dobby is. Your family will be made well aware of that fact."

Harry felt like hugging the headmaster and crying at the same time. From the moment he first heard the baby's heartbeat there had been that niggling worry in the back of his mind. It wasn't until Hermione had brought it up that he realized what it was. He had been worried about the summer. Knowing that Dobby would be with him and that Madame Pomfrey would be by weekly made him feel like a ton of weight had been lifted from his shoulders. As the three adults discussed the finer details of his summer arrangements Harry's thoughts drifted to the baby. It scared him a bit to realize how much of an impact this baby was already having on his life. So far the changes all seemed to be for the better, but Harry wasn't stupid. A baby was a lot of work. He still had school to finish and a madman trying to kill him every other week. How was he going to take care of a baby? He remembered that Madame Pomfrey had said that Cho and Cedric's parents didn't know about the pregnancy. Perhaps, if they were told, one of the sets of grandparents might like to raise the baby. After all, it would be their grandchild. All that was left of Cedric and Cho. He was drawn from his reverie when Professor Dumbledore called his name. Harry looked at him expectantly. The headmaster smiled at him.

"I asked if there was anything else you wanted to discuss, Harry." Harry blushed slightly at having been caught lost in his thoughts, but nodded.

"Madame Pomfrey told me that Cho and Cedric's parents don't know about the baby." The matron nodded when the headmaster looked at her. Harry continued. "Perhaps one of them might like to take the baby when it's born. It'll be their grandchild." Harry looked down and rubbed the still flat surface of his stomach. "I'm sure it'll be hard for me to give the baby up after it's born. I already feel an attachment to it, but, bad things always seem to happen around me. The baby would be better off with its grandparents." He blinked back a slight sting in his eyes before looking back to the headmaster. "Would you talk to them about it Professor? I wouldn't know what to say to them." The headmaster nodded.

"Of course I will. Once I've talked with them I will come to see you and let you know what they decide." He gave Harry a warm smile. "I commend you for what you are doing for this baby Harry. You have no obligation to continue this pregnancy, but you choose to and I am very proud of you for that." Harry returned his smile. "Now, I believe that you still have an hour or two until lunch is served and you probably still have a lot of packing to do and we don't want to keep you from it any longer." Harry stood to leave. Madame Pomfrey stopped him on his way out

"Have you told Ron and Hermione about what has happened?" She asked. Harry nodded. "Good. No lifting for you. If you have something strenuous that needs doing, you get Mr. Weasley to do it. Understood?" She gave him a stern look. Harry smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes Mam." He looked at each person in the room and smiled again. "Thank you all for helping me. I can't tell you how much it means to me." He turned and left the room, for once feeling hopeful about his future.