Chapter Two:

Running

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing

Savoren.

Harry stormed out of the castle, furious. As he stomped down the path towards his home a floating letter caught his attention. He snatched it out of the air and ripped it open. When he saw the love letter from Olivia, his fury grew.

"Why doesn't she understand?!" In his anger he spun on his heel and headed toward Hogsmeade. He needs to finally put an end to this insanity!

With his mind clouded with fury it didn't take long for him to arrive at Olivia's house and start pounding on the door.

Olivia immediately opened the door, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Oh, Harry! I was so hoping to see you soon!" Her voice made him sick.

Harry quickly waved her off, "Look, Olivia, this is crazy. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to be with you?!" He started pacing back and forth. He hasn't felt this angry in so long! First he isn't allowed to destroy Voldemort and had his destined job taken away from him and now her! Could this day get any worse?

Hurt, Olivia's smile disappeared and was replaced with anger. "So you had sex with me and now nothing?!"

Harry huffed and continued to pace, "It didn't mean anything! It was stupid - a mistake! I never want to see you again!"

Her breathing hitched and her anger escalated. In her anger she said the first thing that came to her mind to make him stay, "I'm pregnant you douche-bag!" She kept her face serious even though she didn't know where that outburst came from. He can't leave me if I'm pregnant!

Harry snapped his head up in shock. He stumbled back with a look of horror etched on his face. "You're w-what?!"

Can't go back now. She nodded her head and leveled him with furious eyes, "I'm pregnant! How dare you even think about leaving me!"

Harry shook his head, trying to make the fogginess disappear. "Y-you can't be! It was only one time! H-how is that possible?"

"Oh it's possible!" Her eyes shined.

Harry frowned and stared at her. "You're lying."

Instead of answering she stepped back inside and slammed the door in his face.

Shocked, frightened and confused Harry somehow made his way back to his house. Luckily no one was home yet - Minerva is still out dress shopping with Nymph and Severus is still with the Headmaster going over theories of the horcruxes. He blindly stumbled to his bedroom and flopped on his bed.

What am I going to do? I can't be a father! I'm too young to be a father and I have too much I have to do! Sitting up, Harry frowned. She has to be lying. But. . . What if she is telling the truth?

Harry awoke to loud voices coming from the kitchen. When he went downstairs to investigate he noticed all of the Order Members sitting around an enlarged table. He frowned, not sure why they weren't at Grimmauld Place.

They silenced when they saw Harry enter the room. This immediately angered him, "What?!"

Shocked faces looked back at him.

"Harry James, watch your tone!" Minerva snapped.

Harry didn't even bother blushing, at the moment he couldn't care less who saw him get reprimanded! "What is going on?! I'm so fuckin' sick of everyone keeping shit from me!"

In a flash, Severus stood and snatched his ear. He glanced at the full kitchen and said between his clenched teeth, "I will return shortly." With that, he dragged Harry from the room - just barely keeping himself from smacking his backside on the way out.

Minerva sighed and shook her head. Looking around the room it was evident on everyone's faces that Harry was about to get his backside handed to him. In an attempt to distract the Order, she returned to the conversation they were having before Harry had interrupted them. "The muggles that saw the Death Eaters have had their memories edited, correct?"

Kingsley nodded his head, "Yes, they were all taken care of. The attack on the muggles is not important anymore - we fixed everything and no one remembers a thing. The attack and kidnapping of Ollivander is our main concern as of right now."

"We need to figure out why they took him," Arthur spoke up as he stirred his cup of hot tea.

Remus nodded in agreement and squeezed Nymphadora's hand in a comforting way. "And we need to figure out where they took him. They obviously needed him alive if they hadn't killed him right away at the raid."

"I got my wand from Ollivander's," Bill exclaimed in a devastated whisper. "I hope they don't hurt him." He felt Fleur squeeze his hand and so he squeezed her's back, taking comfort in her presence.

Kingsley ignored Bill's sentimental memories, "Arthur and I can keep an eye open at the Ministry. We will find him and figure out what they are planning now."

The Order stood, all had their own part in figuring this devastation out.

"Good luck with Harry, he seems to be in quite the mood today," Molly told Minerva as she watched most of the Order file out of the house.

Minerva nodded in agreement, "I don't know what his problem is but he better put an end to it soon." Changing the subject, she softened her face and asked, "Ron and Harry seem concerned about Ginny's relationship with Dean Thomas. Do they have grounds for their concerns?"

Molly sighed and looked over to where Arthur is speaking to Poppy. "We disapprove of her relationship. She doesn't seem happy and his anger concerns me. One moment he can be happy and then the next, he starts screaming at her. We have kicked him out of our house - he is not allowed back and we keep trying to get her to breakup with him. Arthur has even gone as far as forbidding her from seeing him."

"That will only make her want to see him more," Minerva said softly. "Do you think he is hurting her?"

"She hasn't said anything. I have been keeping a close eye on her. I have told her that I think he is mentally abusing her but she just screams at me to mind my own business and then locks herself in her bedroom. I'm at a loss of what to do," Molly's voice sounded tired and sad.

Minerva pulled her into a hug, "I think the boys will be having a talk with him soon if he doesn't straighten up."

Molly smiled softly at that, "I hope they do. However, Arthur has spoken to him about his actions and he had the nerve to laugh at him!"

The thought of Harry and Ron beating up Dean crossed her mind. She quickly shook it away, hoping they wouldn't go to that extreme. "Perhaps if he is spoken to by someone his own age he will open his eyes. I hope Ginny opens her eyes too."

Molly nodded in agreement, "Currently she is grounded. She was on her way out of the house last night wearing far-less clothes than I approve of and when I asked her where she was going dressed like that she rolled her eyes at me and told me to get my nose out of her business. I transformed her clothes into more appropriate ones and she started to scream at me saying that she hates me and that I'm not fair and I don't understand. She even said that she wished she was never born. Well, I was at a loss of what to do and angry so I took her by her ear and took her to her bedroom. I beat her backside with a switch and grounded her for a month. I don't want to push her away from me but what else was I supposed to do? She was going to go to Dean looking like that! Does she have no self-respect?"

Minerva silently thanked Merlin that Harry wasn't a female. "Have you talked to her about it since last night?"

Molly sniffled and tried to keep her tears from falling. "I tried and she told me that the only person who loves her is Dean. How could she say something like that? How can she be so blind to what he is doing to her? She is my baby girl! I don't know what to do, Min. School will be starting back up in a month and then she will be at school with him! I can't keep him away from her at school."

With a look of determination, Minerva squeezed Molly tighter. "Sev and I will keep an eye on her at school and I will keep them separated."

"She will hate you for it," Molly mumbled.

Minerva smirked, "That's alright. Someday she will realize that we are only doing it because we love her."

Just then Severus and a red-eyed Harry re-entered the kitchen. Harry kept his eyes lowered to the ground and a deep blush stained his cheeks.

Severus gave Harry's shoulder a light squeeze, "What do you have to say for yourself, Harry James?"

Biting his lip, Harry slowly looked up. He let out a relieved sigh when he noticed the only people left in the room were his mother, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Aunt Poppy.

Deciding Harry was taking too long, Severus landed a small warning smack to his bottom, "Harry."

Harry jumped to apologize. "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting, swearing, having an attitude and being disrespectful." He glanced to his father to make sure he got everything. When Severus nodded, Harry visibly relaxed. He still felt a little angry inside but crying over his father's knee definitely helped cool his anger and let out some pent-up emotions.

Molly moved to his side and pulled him into a hug. She smiled into his ruffled hair and whispered, "You are always forgiven, dear. He didn't spank you too hard did he?"

Harry blushed and gave a small shake of his head.

Severus, having heard her whisper, rolled his eyes. "He got what he deserved, Molly."

Molly threw Severus a playful wink and grabbed Arthur's hand, "Well, we need to be getting home. Hopefully the kids haven't destroyed the house since we have been gone."

Severus and Minerva walked their guests to the door and said their goodbyes.

Harry lingered in the kitchen and struggled with the war inside his head: I should tell them what Olivia said. I can't though! They would be so mad and disappointed! But wouldn't it be better if I told them before Olivia? UGH! Why does my life always have to be so complicated? Can't I ever have a break?

When his parents re-entered the kitchen, Harry shook himself out of his battle and gently lowered himself on a seat.

Severus flicked his wand at the table, making it return to its normal size. He sat down and rubbed his eyes.

Taking her seat, Minerva leveled Harry with a concerned frown, "What is going on, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip and stared at his hands. I can't tell them! I'd rather die than disappoint them like that! How could I be so irresponsible? Why didn't I use protection?

"Don't make me use legilimency on you, Harry," Severus warned in a tired voice.

Harry threw him a deadly glare, "You wouldn't!"

"Then tell us what is going on," Severus stated simply.

Deciding to tell them part of what is wrong, Harry let out a deep sigh and said, "I hate that I can't destroy the horcruxes. It's my job! I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm the one with the prophecy. This is my destiny and you can't take it from me!"

Severus had a feeling this was the problem. "We are not taking it from you, Harry. We are helping you with it."

Harry let out a frustrated huff. The only thing keeping him from yelling was his stinging backside. "You said that you would be destroying them without me and that when you need my help then you will get me. You said that I need to focus on my training!" By the end of his sentence he forgot about his backside and had raised his voice in anger.

Severus simply rose an eyebrow at him. "You will calm yourself, now."

Clenching his teeth, Harry stood from his seat and went to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"What in Merlin's name is his problem?!" Minerva exclaimed. "He has definitely woken up on the wrong side of the bed after his nap."

Severus let out a tired sigh and made two cups of hot tea. He and Minerva then went into the living room to calm down.

A half an hour later there was a knock at the door. Minerva went to answer the door. When she saw Hermione and Draco, she gave them a sad look. "Harry cannot come out, he needs some alone time."

Hermione frowned, concerned for her best friend and "secret" crush. "What's wrong with him?"

Severus stood and came to Minerva's side, "He has mentally de-aged himself to the age of four and is throwing a temper tantrum."

Draco flinched at Severus' tone. Harry was obviously in trouble. Not wanting to cause the man more anger, Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her away, "That's okay. We can see him tomorrow."

Severus smirked and closed the door.

Outside, Hermione finally got Draco to leave go of her arm. She ran around the side of the house and stood below Harry's bedroom window.

Draco groaned as he followed her, "Don't! You're going to get in trouble or get Harry in more trouble." He realized even after saying this though, she wasn't going to listen to him. When he watched her start to climb the rose vine, he rolled his eyes and walked away. "She never listens to me."

Outside his window, Hermione knocked on the glass and waited patiently for Harry to open it for her.

Hearing the knock on his window, Harry sat up with a confused frown. Seeing Hermione his frown immediately turned upside down. He hurried over to the window and opened it. He stopped her before she could crawl inside though, "There's a charm on the window that will alert them if someone goes outside or comes inside."

Hermione nodded in understanding and readjusted her grip. "That's okay. I'm just worried about you. What's wrong?"

Harry bit his lip as he stared at her worried face. "It's been a rough day. . ."

Hermione furrowed her brow. "Tell me about it. I'm your best friend, Harry, you can tell me anything."

Dropping his eyes, Harry bit his lip harder as he contemplated how she would react to Olivia's surprise. "Fine, I'll tell you but you can't flip out, okay?"

Hermione frowned, "I can't promise anything but I will try not to flip."

Harry nodded, realizing that was the best he was going to get. "I went to see Olivia today to tell her that I was tired of her craziness and she needed to leave me alone. I told her that I never wanted to see her again because I like someone else," He eyed her nervously as he announced this. He immediately noticed her eyes flash with hope. He felt his chest tighten as he thought about telling her the rest. "I. . . Well, when I told her this she. . . S-she got really mad and told me that she's. . ." He clamped his mouth shut as fear bubbled inside him. Herm will hate me forever if I tell her. I'd lose my chances with her!

Impatiently, Hermione reached in and smacked his arm, "Harry! Tell me. What did she say?"

In the back of his head he recognized that she probably just set the alarm off. However, he pushed this away as he found the courage to finally tell her. "She said that she's. . . P-pregnant." Seeing her emotions fly across her face, Harry immediately regretted telling her. He quickly tried to calm her down by saying, "I don't believe her though! Well, I don't think I do."

"What do you mean you don't believe her?! If she says she's p-pregnant than she is, you dumb-bo!" With every second that passed it felt harder and harder for her to not cry. "H-how could you?" She felt her heart break into a million pieces. "I thought we. . ." She shook her head, suddenly furious. "Forget it!" She didn't wait for a response and immediately crawled back down the vine and ran home.

Harry didn't have time to register what exactly had just happened as Severus opened the bedroom door and came inside. Harry flinched at the angry look on his father's face. He quickly put the window back down and stood to face him. "I-I can explain."

Severus shook his head, infuriated. "You were going to sneak out weren't you?"

Harry's eyes went wide and he quickly shook his head. "What? N-no!"

Severus closed the gap between them in a matter of seconds, "Are you lying to me?" He pinched Harry's ear, "I don't know what your problem is today but it better come to a complete stop this very second!"

Harry tried to get him to release his ear, "OW! I wasn't leaving!" He finally got his ear free and he gave his father a deadly look, "I hate you." He tried to stomp past him but was stopped by his father's strong arms.

With ease, Severus picked Harry up and moved to sit on his bed. He just as easily adjusted the disobedient boy over his lap and moved to undo his trousers.

Harry panicked as he realized that he was, once again, going to receive a bare bottom spanking. He wiggled and tried to kick his way off the bony lap. "LEAVE ME GO!"

Severus kept a firm hold on the wiggling boy and managed to remove the trousers and boxers. He quickly landed a fiery slap against the already pink bottom. "I have had enough of your atrocious attitude today, Harry James!"

"I wasn't leaving!" Harry screamed at him and tried to reach back to protect his bottom.

Severus ignored him and raised his knee, "Why are you acting this way? Surely it can't only be because of the discussion with your grandfather and I!" He rained down three stinging swats against Harry's sitting spots.

Yelping, Harry felt hot tears pool in the corner of his eyes. "I'M SORRY, OKAY?!"

As a response Severus landed a harder smack. "Tell me!"

His pent-up tears finally escaped his clenched eyes. Sobbing, he gave in to the punishment and went limp over his father's lap. Through his tears he managed to sob out, "Olivia's pregnant!"

Severus immediately froze. "What?" His hand lingered in the air, frozen in place. "What did you say?"

Harry hid his face in his father's pant leg, "I-I'm sorry!"

Severus shook his head, his brows furrowed as Harry's words ran through his head. He lowered his hand to his side, a million emotions ran through his head. How is one supposed to react when their son says that he impregnated someone? Anger and disappointment was definitely overpowering confusion and fear.

With his face stony, Severus pulled his sleeves back down to his wrists. He kept his tone even, disappointment dripped off his tone as he said, "Stand."

Hearing that, Harry immediately jumped off the bony lap and quickly replaced his clothes - he ignored the sting in his backside as he watched his father's face closely, waiting for a response.

Severus stood on shaky legs and leveled his almost sixteen-year old son with a deep frown. Raw disappointment and anger radiated off his face, "Repeat yourself."

Harry took in a shaky breath. He tried to look away from his father's face but he found that he couldn't. "O-Olivia told me that she's pregnant." He eyed him closely, waiting for a response.

Severus shook his head, his confusion bubbled to the surface but didn't replace his anger and disappointment. "When did the two of you have intercourse?" There was no way in Hell he was going to say the word "sex" in the same sentence as discussing his son's actions.

Harry bit his lip, "Three months ago."

Severus immediately frowned. "Three months? And you are just now finding this out?"

Confused, Harry looked up at him - he definitely wasn't anticipating that response. "Yes?"

"Is she positive that you are the father?" Severus questioned.

Harry could hear the anger bubbling in his father's voice. The disappointment that was etched on his father's face made Harry's insides twist and turn into knots. "I-I guess so."

Growing more and more angry, Severus shook his head to clear away the confusion. "Did you not use protection?!"

Harry flinched, he had been waiting for that outburst. He bit his lip and once again tried to look away - no matter how hard he tried he still couldn't look away. "No, sir." Harry watched as his face turned a deep red and he took a cautious step away from his irate father. "I-"

Severus cut him off with an angry yell, "How could you be so damn irresponsible?!"

Harry's eyes went wide and he quickly took another step back. He just swore at me!

Severus shook his head and spun on his heel, "I don't know what to say to you." With that he slammed the door shut behind him.

Harry felt his knees buckle underneath him as he stared at the closed door. He fell to the floor and pulled his knees up against his chest, leaning against the side of his bed. He hid his face in his knees, soaking his trousers with his tears.

I have never seen him so angry before. He didn't even yell or hit me, he just walked away. I broke him. He probably regrets ever adopting me. He's right, I was irresponsible. I'm so fucking stupid all the time. No wonder they won't let me destroy Voldemort's soul. . .

Mum is going to be angrier than he was. They are going to regret taking me in. All I ever am is trouble. I am a horrible son - my parents should not have given their lives for me. I am always a disappointment. How can I be a father before I am even sixteen? How can I save the world when I make such stupid mistakes?

Hermione hates me. Dad ran away from me. Mum is going to be disgusted in me. How could I ruin what I have here just because I was angry and wanted to prove a point? They are going to kick me out. I am disgusting.

Through tear-filled eyes, Harry looked around his room one last time. I can make it easy on everyone. His blurry eyes landed on his silver letter opener. That child would be better off without me in his or her life. Minerva and Severus would be better off without me wrecking havoc in their life - ever since I was put in their care, one thing after another happens. A part of him questioned whether or not this was an extreme decision. Perhaps he was being dramatic?

Harry shook his head, his tears flying. I should have died when I was one. I ruin everything good that I ever have because I'm stupid.

With shaking legs, Harry barely managed to stand.

In the kitchen Minerva quickly tried to calm Severus down. "What is going on?"

Severus shook his head, furious with the boy upstairs. "He was irresponsible!"

Minerva couldn't help the small smile that grew on her lips, "He is fifteen, Sev. He's not supposed to be responsible all the time."

Severus shook his head, "No. This time he really messed up."

Minerva sighed softly, "What could he have possibly done to get you in such a fit?"

"Olivia is three months pregnant!" Severus snapped as he paced the kitchen.

Minerva furrowed her eyes, "I just saw her the other day, Severus. She didn't look pregnant." In the back of her mind she reminded herself that since Olivia is three months, she might not be showing much - if at all.

She made a quick decision and stood from her seat, "Before you work yourself up into a bigger fit, let's get Poppy and have her come with us to Olivia. Let's get her tested and if she is pregnant then we will deal with it." She noticed his fury, "We are still his parents, Sev. Please calm yourself." She moved toward the door, pulling Severus along behind her.

With shaking hands Harry lowered the envelope opener to his wrist. As soon as the cold metal touched his skin he jerked back. A deep frown etched on his face. He dropped the envelope opener back on the desk as if it had burnt him.

Shaking his head, Harry tried to clear his fog. What will cutting myself do to help? He let out a deep sigh, Nothing. They will come and see it and then I'll have to see Charles more again. Besides, magic would fix that faster than it would make my problems disappear.

Looking at the window, he contemplated his life and what he should do with it.

After a few minutes, he made a decision.

No, he wasn't going to end his life - that was quickly crossed off his list of mental options. However, why should he stay here when all he is doing is causing everyone problems?

He opened his window and stuck his hand out. He waited a few minutes for his mother or father to come yell at him about the alarm. When neither came, he crawled out the window and down the vine. In a matter of seconds he disappeared into the forest - running away from all of his problems.

Poppy had spent the past half an hour holding her weeping daughter. When Severus and Minerva came to the front door, she wasn't surprised but she was a little annoyed. Hermione had already told her what had happened and she couldn't help but feel angry with the boy. Nevertheless though, Poppy tucked Hermione into bed and then went with Minerva and Severus to Hogsmeade to test Olivia.

Poppy hadn't expected the guilty and nervous face of Olivia when she had opened the door and saw the three adults. Poppy frowned deeply and wondered why she looked so uneasy - perhaps it was just because she is pregnant and not married?

Shaking these thoughts away, Poppy motioned for Olivia to allow them entrance into the house. "Hello, Olivia. We are here to speak with you and to give you a test."

Immediately Olivia paled. "T-test?"

Severus seethed, "Yes, you blasted child. A test! Surely you haven't been out of Hogwarts long enough to forget what a test is!" In the back of his mind he felt the alarm in Harry's room go off but through his fury he didn't make a physical awareness of it.

Minerva immediately took Severus' hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. "Will you allow us entrance, Olivia?"

Olivia's breathing hitched as she contemplated what she should do. "Um. . . My parents aren't home."

Severus rolled his eyes, "You didn't seem to care about that when you allowed Harry entrance."

Minerva's eyes went wide and she gave him a light smack on the arm, "Severus!"

With a deep red blush, Olivia dropped her eyes and stepped to the side - allowing her ex-professors entrance to her house.

Poppy eyed the girl suspiciously. She sure is fidgety! "Please lay down on your couch so I can perform the test."

Olivia bit her lip and remained standing. "I don't want to take this test."

Severus ripped his hand out of Minerva's and gently but firmly grabbed Olivia's arms and forced her to sit on the couch. "You will lay down and allow Madam Pomfrey to test you."

Minerva gently tried to pull Severus back. His anger was starting to make her worry.

With fear-filled eyes, Olivia gently laid back, knowing that her lies would all start tumbling out soon. She would never be able to make Harry stay now and it's all their fault!

Poppy quickly set about waving her wand over Olivia's stomach. She frowned when there as no glow. She leveled the girl with an distrusting look, "How far along did you say you were?"

Knowing that her game was up, she huffed and sat up. "Fine! I'm not pregnant!" She didn't pause in her rant to notice the furious looks on the three adults. "I lied, okay?! Harry came to me today and told me that he likes someone else and he doesn't want to see me again! What was I supposed to do? I love him!"

Before he could hurt the girl, Severus stormed from the house. On his hurried journey back to the house, Severus recognized a guilty feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. I screamed at him and jumped to what he was saying. I should have remained calm like Minerva. I should have recognized that there could be more to this. Then he remembered the worst part, I swore at him! How could I swear him like that? I yell and punish him all the time for swearing and yet I turned around and did the exact same thing to him. Entering the house, Severus took the steps two at a time, I need to fix this. I really messed up.

When he barged through Harry's bedroom door, he came to a halt and felt his heart crack as he looked around the empty bedroom. He took notice of the window open.

Harry stumbled through the forest until he felt as if his legs would fall off if he tried to keep going. He sat down against a tree and pulled his knees up to his chest. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sniffled and looked around the dark forest. Out here I won't ever be able to hurt anyone else. They can't kick me out anymore since I ran away - I took that from them. I don't think I could have handled being kicked out.

He closed his eyes and laid his head on his knees. He could feel the knot in his stomach continue to tighten until it felt as if he were going to suffocate. Why do I always make such bad decisions?

Harry wasn't the only person running away. In another part of England, Ginny Weasley ran.

Sometimes running away from your problems is easier than facing them.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Next chapter will be up a lot fast than this one was.

Savoren.