Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate~

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Warning:

Sensitive, Mpreg,

For once, Harry didn't feel sick last night and finally slept with peace. Ron woke up expectedly during the middle of the night, but he was shocked. He could tell that Harry was finally sleeping for once, but he did wonder why his mate would be sick through his nightmare. No one had a clue for the past two months going onto three. For now, Ron went back to sleep and figured there wasn't anything to worry about.

Of course, Harry woke up early morning and felt refresh. He decided to get ready to see Snape. He found himself comfortable talking about how things were going in his classes and others around him, including Malfoy. He got a kick out of it when Malfoy got a detention for bullying students.

While Harry put on his pants, he started to have trouble about a couple weeks ago. He would often fight to get his pants onto him and he figured he might have gained a few pounds from eating so much. When he finally zipped his pants up, his fly opened immediately. He gasped and couldn't believe it already.

"Ugh, Mate…go back to bed." Ron's lazy hand gestured Harry over to the bed.

Harry gulped, "…uh, Ron, do you have some spare pants I can wear?"

"In the trunk, bottom left…" He muttered in his sleep.

"Thanks."

Harry started to walk over to Ron's trunk and opened it up. He went through several piles of clothes, books, and some other silly things.

"Wait a minute…" The red head perked up, "…why are you asking for my pants?" He gawked at his best friend.

Harry bits his lips and uncertain about explaining what just happened, but he had to tell the truth.

"I've gained too much weight and my fly won't close." Harry explained.

Ron blinked, "You should be losing weight, not gaining weight! Harry, you have been throwing up every night except last night. I may not be bright, but bloody hell, you should be skin and bones by now!"

Unfortunately, Harry agreed. He didn't understand why the extra weight lately and he shrugged. Ron got off the bed and walked over to Harry.

"Where are you gaining weight, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Stomach area."

Ron pointed at his mate's stomach, "May I see?"

Harry couldn't see the harm and no one was in the room, so he was safe. He lifted his shirt up and loosened his pants up a bit. Ron's eyes snapped open, stepped back a few, and tripped on his own feet as he fell onto his ass.

"Blimey, Harry! Why-why didn't you tell us?" He felt terrible now.

Harry stared at his stomach, "What's wrong with my stomach, Ron?"

Ron shook his head and couldn't believe it. Something that Harry wasn't aware of and he hurried back up. He tossed his mate a spare pair of pants and hurried up to change into fresh clothes.

"We need Hermione into this. She'll want to know about this." Ron shook his head numerous of times.

Harry didn't understand what the issue was. He didn't see anything wrong at all, so he decided to change into the spare pair of pants for now. He was gladly to be able to fit in these pants without any trouble for once. Ron waited patiently for Harry to finish changing and they began to walk off to find Hermione in her room. Ron knocked on her door and she was already up and freshen up for the day. She was honestly shocked to see her friends were up to go.

"Oh, is everything alright?" She asked.

Ron shook his head, "No, this is something you have got to know."

Harry shrugged, "Beats me, but he feels it is important."

Hermione blinked and shrugged. She grabbed her bag and joined with the boys.

"So, what is it?" She wondered.

Ron shook his head, "We need privacy."

She frowned, "I'm sure no one will hear us,"

"I'm afraid we will be heard."

"The headmaster's office is a good privacy."

"Then let's go!" Ron gestured the way.

Harry and Hermione were utterly confused by Ron's behavior, but they hurried up to follow him. They did not once waste their time on the way, Harry would announce the password – while leaving his friends clueless on the passwords – they went inside and sat down. Well, except for Ron. He was constantly pacing back and forth on this whole case.

"I can't believe we didn't see this sooner!" Ron groaned, "Hermione…look at Harry's stomach." He insisted.

Hermione began to think he was beginning to be insane, but she had to deal with whatever Ron was going through. She gestured the shirt Harry was wearing and he nodded. She lifted his shirt, knowing he's allowing her, and her eyes widened.

"Wh-why…wha-Harry!" She screeched.

Harry covered his ears, confused to why they were being dramatic over his stomach, and he couldn't get it.

"Now, you see my point?" Ron cried out.

Hermione nodded and hugged onto Harry, "Oh, Harry! Why didn't you tell us?"

"I'm missing picture here, why are we concern about my weight gain?"

Hermione shook her head and couldn't believe it herself. She seems to grasp the concept to the fact Ron knew, but not Harry.

"Harry," She turned to whisper, "…you're pregnant. Is…" She couldn't bring herself to say that word alone, "…that why you're this way?"

Harry tensed up and did not understand why this was happening to him. He mentally screamed at himself for asking Ron for spare pants or not thinking of what was causing his weight to gain. He jerked away from her and she didn't want to remove the comfort from him.

"Harry, let us help you now that we know." Hermione insisted.

Harry shook his head, "No. I-I can't be pregnant."

Ron walked up a little, "Mate, who did this to you?"

Harry felt choked up, almost feeling what Alberforth has done to him, and he rushed into Dumbledore's bathroom to let it all out. His best friends did not dare to move, afraid to make anything worse, and now, they knew. Harry was afraid for their life, but worse…how would his master react to this? Upset? Furious? Lunatic? Or worse…denial?

Hermione and Ron recalled everything they have been through and could not believe that Harry has been saying it all along. They felt awful for not being more obvious or involved to his words and questions. Ron came up to his best friend once more and saw him getting sick.

"We can help you. You don't have to go through this alone, Harry. We're your friends and we won't look at you any different." Ron offered his hands.

Harry glanced up and cried out his tears. He failed his master and he could do nothing about it. He failed his promise no less.

"Pl-please, forgot about it…" He asked them, "…it's not worth the trouble."

"Not worth the trouble? Harry! We are your friends and we want to help you. Who touched you?" Hermione joined in.

His head shook, "Don't put yourself in my burdens, you have done enough for me."

"And we're the ones who stick by you and put up what you been through almost three months-" Hermione paused… "It was after Dumbledore left, wasn't it?"

Harry was glad they weren't accusing his master, at least he can still show he kept his promise. He had to get them off this subject first. He had to prove he was fine.

"Let me return to way things were, please! Please!" Harry desperately wanted to let them forget about it.

Ron shook his head, "No, mate! The longer you ignore this, the harder it is to move on. You need to open your eyes. You're a victim and you've got a baby to deal with in six months."

Hermione agreed quickly, "He's right and you can't blame yourself for something that happened. That person is responsible, Harry, and this person needs to be arrested."

"NO!" Harry shouted.

He stood up and pushed them out of the bathroom doorways. He slammed the door and pulled out his wand to lock up the door in security. Both of his friends fell flat on their back and stunned to see his aggressiveness took over. It was worse than they expected him to be, but they could not blame him at all.

"Harry…he did this to you. Look at the mess he caused for you." Hermione talked quietly, "He changed you, and you're more frightened of him than anyone is afraid of the Dark Lord. You're carrying his child, Harry…you can't let him get away with it. He deserves to be punished-"

"-SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Harry choked on his tears and let himself drowned.

Ron couldn't believe Harry would actually demands Hermione in such rude manner, even within less than three sentences. No one has ever told her that before, but he knew that wasn't right.

"Harry! We do not yell at Hermione! Apologize to her!" He demanded.

Hermione jerked Ron's shoulder to glare at him harshly. He didn't understand why she would allow that.

"Ron, can't you see? He has been threatened. Could you imagine what he has gone through that day?"

Harry saw the pictures in his head…every single day he has went through. Almost a week of sex and he thought he had a share of his freedom away from his master. He cradled himself, remembering everything Albus has put him through, and now…he was carrying a life inside him. When Hermione told him, there were too many thoughts going all at once.

"Harry, take it out on us. Please, we won't hate you or look at you any different. Tell us what you have been through. We know the truth, but you have to open up about this. It's hurting you and you probably been blaming yourself for so long. You have done nothing wrong! Remember that we see the real you suffering, that person does not!" Hermione kept herself mellow to her words.

Her words reached out to him, but not enough to confess.

"Stop…please. I-I-I want to move on."

There was a brief of deadly silence. Harry gave up on the thoughts of expecting them to let it go and let him deal with it on his own.

"Anything, Harry. We will stop asking. We will be ready when you wish to talk about this." She finally replied.

Harry gulped and couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe anything anymore. Everything has changed. Albus went from caring man to rapist; Snape's sadistic into caring, and Hermione nosy behavior into stay out of their business. What was next for him? Ron suddenly becomes like his twin brothers and his brothers would be petrified of spiders? No, he didn't need anyone to change the way he used to, but what could he have done?

For now, he considered her reasoning and faced the door with all of his might.

"N-n-no more asking?"

"No more asking about what you have been through, Harry. It's up to you to tell us."

Ron whispered, "But we ought to let Professor Snape know, he has been talking to Harry the most."

Harry heard the whispered and the thought of Snape finding out hurts him.

"NO! He can't know!"

They jumped at his sudden shout and began to realize their whispers weren't safe around him at all.

"Uh, I meant…uh, about your emotional feelings. I assumed you won't tell him how you felt today."

Harry gulped and shook his head. His fingernails crawled the door's skin, fearing this would get out much worse, and knowing Snape would tell the other teachers about this. It wouldn't be good and if they started talking, the teachers will slip it by to the headmaster and his master would not be happy. He promised to be good. He has been good, hasn't he?

"No, please! Please, don't!" He wept.

Hermione jabbed her elbow at Ron's stomach for upsetting him again.

"We won't tell a thing. Only you can tell us that we can and cannot, Harry. You have our Wizard Scout's honor." Hermione declared.

Harry chuckled at the sound of the honor thing and he felt they wouldn't break that.

"You mean it?"

"Of course, Harry, anything to make you happy again."

"…" Harry hadn't been happy in such a long time, "…can we do something fun after I finish shower tonight?"

Hermione grinned, "Of course!"

Ron nodded, "Yeah! Anything!"

Harry opened the door and he hugged onto the both of them, even flinched a bit when it came to be Ron involved. He struggled to push it aside for now. They hugged him and kept things sane as possible.

I will have the next chapter out by tomorrow. I hope the Mpreg does not affect your enjoyment of the story and hate to turn the readers off, then again, it's just a fanfiction, what's the big deal anyway?

Just curious, did you expect Harry to be mpregged?

More will explain more throughout the story.