Hey everyone,
There will be two confrontations in this chapter, Harry will probably vent his frustrations a little and I am going to give that explanation I promised. I cannot say how long this chapter is going to be, but I do think I will do two confrontations this chapter, one next, then a party to celebrate Harry's pregnancy and then maybe another confrontation or two. Though I am also going to add one of my planned OC's in this chapter.
That is all,

Venquine1990


Chapter 02
Help, Welcome And Not

27th of September 1995
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts
Harry's POV

Consciousness slowly seems to seep its way back into my mind and form, yet I wince as something strange seems to be happening inside me. I let out a soft groan and hear a soft wise voice speak from beside me. "Here, dear boy. Poppy prepared a Pain Relief Potion for when you would wake." And while I feel a hand with long fingers put my glasses on my head, do I push myself up just enough I can take the bottle from the same hand.
I gulp the potion down and while I wince and cringe in disgust at the taste, do I still sigh in relief after as the strange sensation within me stops hurting thanks to the potion's effects. I open my eyes and spot an ancient looking man with half-moon glasses sitting at my bedside. "Finally willing to look at me, are you?" I think to myself, only to notice that the man is actually looking out the window beside me. This angers me, yet then I notice where I am.

"What happened?" I ask, resigned to the fact that I am in the Hospital Wing yet again. "Must be a new record." I think to myself as Dumbledore says: "It would appear that Lady Destiny decided to intervene in your life, my boy.""What a surprise." I mutter to myself and hear Dumbledore chuckle before I ask: "So what happened? What did Destiny throw at me this time?" And I make sure to add fatigue to the last two words as I am just done.
Dumbledore does seem to notice this as a look of regret and concern twinkles in his clear blue eyes before he says: "I am just going to assume that Professor McGonagall never explained to you about Destiny and Soul Mates. You appear to have one, Harry, but he is apparently really, really far away. So far even that your own magic is not enough to call him to you. This is not uncommon. When it happens, Magic steps in and gives one of the mates more of a chance to call out to the other. Destiny just seems to have very poor timing this time."
I sigh, not at the last thing the man said, but in annoyance over how he is, again, talking around the subject instead of just telling it to me straight and I snap: "Sir, I'm in the Hospital Wing, not on my deathbed. Tell me what happened." The man sighs and says: "Harry, you're pregnant. Yes, it is possible for wizards, destined soul mate wizards, to become pregnant. That is how Destiny's magic helps soul mates that are far apart find each other."

And instantly upon hearing this does the strange sensation from within make sense and do I feel my arms landing on my stomach, my hands roaming over the fabric there as if to spot a hint of the life that grows within me. The Headmaster smiles and lies his ancient hand on mine, stopping my movement as he says: "You are only one month, my boy. Your child hasn't developed enough for you to sense him or her out yet.
And considering your situation, that's a good thing." And while the man is now smiling at me like a grandfather, I presume, would smile at his favorite grandson upon the boy's birthday, do I feel my heckles rise and my nerves stand on edge as I notice the man trying to, gently, pull my hands away from my stomach. I tighten my hold on my body and the man falters in his movement, but not in how he smiles at me as he says:
"Harry, I took the liberty of contacting Molly, Amelia Bones, Dayenne Spinnett and Cheyene Chang. They do not yet know that it is about you or that you're pregnant, but they do know I wish to meet with them about something very vitally important. Now, you do have the next eight months to consider each of them and I might be able to arrange meetings between you and them, but –." But the minute the fourth name left his lips, my mind caught up.

"Get out." I hiss in enraged venom, my hands now tearing at the fabric of my Hospital Gown and my arms wrapped protectively around my stomach. The man falters and looks at me startled and I repeat my statement. "Harry, you must –." The man tries, but I release the hold on my rage and yell: "GET OUT! YOU BASTARD! YOU FREAK! YOU DARE TO THINK YOU CAN DECIDE THIS FOR ME!
YOU THINK I WILL GIVE UP MY ONLY CHILD? MY ONE CHANCE AT A FAMILY? YOU DARE TO MAKE THIS DECISION EVEN BEFORE YOU TELL ME THAT I'M PREGNANT? YOU THINK YOU'RE THAT BIG? THAT IMPORTANT? THAT MY LIFE IS YOURS TO DECIDE? THAT I AM JUST A PUPPET UNDER YOUR IMPERIUS CURSE FOR YOU TO CONTROL! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
And to my shocked pleasure does my magic actually answer my call, causing for a huge gust of wind to blow the man out of his seat and through the curtain that is at the foot of my bed, causing for it and the other curtains to collapse around me. Yet then one of them falls down my way and I close my legs and head around my body, protecting my stomach. I feel the metal pipe of the curtain hitting near the back of my neck and feel the curtain covering my back.

"What is going on here?" A familiar and more welcome voice asks and I feel magic setting the curtains right around me. I look up and see Dumbledore lying on the stone floor with Madam Pomfrey standing over him, while Ron and Hermione are sticking their heads around the corner of the opened curtains. They run in and Madam Pomfrey says: "Mr. Potter, take that Calming draught on your right. Your magic, in this state, might affect the magic still working to secure the child within you." And instantly my anger gets replaced by fear.
"Here, mate. This is the one." Ron hands me the required bottle and I almost make myself choke in my need to down the draught, not even caring for the fact that this one also tastes horrible. I feel my magic settling down within me, feel my blood cooling down and my heart beat returning to normal. I take a deep breath, but then hear Madam Pomfrey say: "Here you go, Albus. What just happened?" And instantly I take a decision.

I look up, locking my gaze with that of the man that has been avoiding me for months while still using my name to convince the world of Voldemort's return and silently, calm, but with simmering rage heard through my voice, state: "We're through, Headmaster. You daring to make this decision without consulting me, when this is my child we're talking about, was the last drop for me. I no longer respect or trust you and will never listen to you again.
And you can tell Madam Bones and those two others that your plans have been foiled. I will not get to know them and I will not ask them to adopt my child on the day he or she is born. And before you even dare to, sir, I know I can take my OWLs independently if I want to, I know my fortune is enough to sustain us both and, if need be, I can just live with my mate. He will keep us safe. You have no excuses to use against me."
The man looks flabbergasted and then Hermione shrieks: "You were going to tell him to adopt? He's hardly had the child for less than a day! When did you decide this? When we informed you on Madam Pomfrey's request to make sure you wouldn't hear any false rumors? How could you? How could you abuse our trust like that? What in the name of magic made you think you of all people had the right to make that decision?"
And the fact that the girl who worships Dumbledore more than anyone – bar perhaps McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley – rants at the man at this warms my heart and makes me smile at her, while Dumbledore looks at her dumbfounded. I turn from her to my best friend and ask: "Would you, the twins and Ginny, perhaps, help me convince your mum of the same? Yeah, he contacted her as well. Though apparently they only know it's something big, not what."

Ron rolls his eyes at this and says: "Mum's going to be tough to convince, especially seeing this was – well his – idea, but don't worry, I got your back." I smile at my best friend, who does really show his support more and more after that mistake he made last year and Madam Pomfrey says: "I do believe Mss. Granger perfectly voiced all of our thoughts. Also Albus, the door's over there. If you want to talk to me, you can do so after Mr. Potter leaves.
I no longer consider my patient safe in your presence, considering your arrogance and negligence in recognizing his rights as a person, so I will kindly ask you, once, to leave my wing. I will call you to my office once things have settled." And while I can tell that the man wants to continue the argument, does he seem smart enough to recognize he's outnumbered. "I just want what's best for Mr. Potter. I hope you will come to understand that."

This leaving statement almost infuriates me again, but Ron lies a hand on my shoulder, helping me stay calm alongside the potion that is still in my system. We silently wait until we hear the door close and then, to my shock, Madam Pomfrey aims her wand at the door and swishes and flicks it several times. "Just making sure he can't cast any listening or spying spells on my wing. That man tries to be in control of everything way too much."
And while she clearly doesn't like it, does Hermione nod. Madam Pomfrey enters the cubicle I'm in and closes the curtains behind her as she sits down. "Now onto something else." She says, pulling a gorgeous looking brooch out of a pocket on her apron. "Mr. Potter, do you know what this is?" She asks, but while the jewelry definitely looks amazing and something I wouldn't mind wearing on my own robe, do I shake my head.
"This is a brooch – that your father gave me two weeks before he was killed. He entrusted me with it and told me to only use it if the worst came to worst. I remembered it while you were out cold and I was trying to help your body adjust and realized I should have used it last year in June. But now that Albus made this mistake, I think I understand why I only remembered it now and not then." This story astounds me and Hermione asks:

"What does it do?" And the woman hums as she says: "I don't know. James only said use it when the worst comes to worst. It will help you then, but you'll need to trust it; to trust me and my family. If you do that, it will never lead you wrong. I don't know why he was so cryptic, but – I am willing to do just that. To follow in your father's advice and trust this brooch to help me help you. I also thought of one thing, thought, not decided, that I think can help you."
And while this does sound like how the Headmaster started his disturbing and annoying spiel, do I not feel my heckles raise and my nerves stand on end this time. I nod at the woman to indicate that I trust her and she says: "I would like to find your Regent, Mr. Potter, and ask him or her if I can take over the role. At least until your mate has arrived." Yet while this plan shocks me, does the name also confuse me and I ask: "What's a Regent?"
And the woman answers: "Quite simply? Your Regent was the person who should have stopped the slander from Skeeter last year, who should have been by your side when you had your trial – who should be wanting Umbridge's head for those words carved into your skin. Yes Mr. Potter, I noticed those when your hand went limp." The woman adds as she spots me trying to hide the words I must not tell lies with my good hand before I sigh.

"Madam Pomfrey, who – who do you think is Harry's Regent?" Hermione asks and the woman answers: "I don't know, Mss. Granger, but whoever it is, they are either too arrogant to care or have some sort of situation that is holding them back from taking legal actions." And just those two words make my friends and I share a look as we all obviously think the same: "A Regent is something similar to a Godfather – Sirius!"
"You seem to have an idea." The woman states and while Hermione hesitates and Ron cringes, can I not help but look down, back at the brooch that is still in the woman's hand. "Call to it, Ma'am. Call to the brooch. Tell it you want to talk to the Regent. I'm sure that's why my father gave it to you. To give you some sort of communication device, perhaps even more." I tell the woman and while my friends look at me horrified, does the woman nod.

Pomfrey's POV

The brooch that is in my hand has been feeling like a welcome presence ever since I pulled it out of my pocket and while I don't really get why, do I still very much appreciate it. And while I wonder what the three kids – or better said, three young adults – in front of me know that two of them feel concerned about in sharing with me, do I take great reassurance and pride in the fact that the third of them trusts me with it. I look down and say:
"Poppy Pomfrey requests to speak to the Regent of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. I trust you, as did James Potter and so does Harry Potter. Please reveal yourself to me. The Minor of your House requires your help and aid." And yet it seems to take the current Regent a few minutes, making me think: "He or she probably forgot they had this same brooch or something similar." Yet then suddenly the emerald in the center starts to change.
The green seems to seep out of the center of the gem and the surface of it seems to change from hard rock into a more glass-like, reflective surface before suddenly showing a face that is not my own. And while part of me had expected it, do I still feel greatly shocked to see the visage of Sirius Black, wanted criminal, appear in front of me.

"I wondered where James left the other one." The man says, sounding a lot more callous and uncaring than I expected him. "Where's my godson? Is he okay?" The man then asks, proving himself to truly be a caring and concerned godfather and I turn the broch, allowing him to see Harry. The boy smiles and says: "Hey Sirius, I guess this is why Skeeter and Fudge have been allowed to go as far as they have been these past few months."
The man sighs and says: "Yeah Harry, it is. I have been contemplating and thinking of switching Regency to someone else, but no one I met the last few months have proven themselves useful enough as they are almost always inconvenienced and I didn't want to make the decision without informing you. The only one I'm still considering is Albus, though I like the idea of Poppy as well, considering James entrusted her with this gem and all. What? What's wrong?"
The man asks, noticing how everyone around me turned grim and furious when he spoke of his idea of making Albus Regent and I turn the broch back to me as I say: "You did the right thing not to hand your Regency over to Albus, Sirius. Though I have no doubt the man will soon come to visit you and change your mind on this. You see, Albus learned something about Harry a few hours ago that he disagrees with and he made a decision against it.
Only he never had that right. Though if I know him, he will still believe that he does and will try to convince you to hand over the Regency so he can still continue with his plans. That cannot happen." The man looks concerned and asks: "So, what are his plans? What did he find out?" And I turn the broch back around, believing that Harry himself has most rights to explain this. Because of this, do I glare at Mss. Granger as she opens her mouth.

The young woman closes her mouth again and Harry says: "Sirius, I have a Soul Mate. Only he's apparently really far away, so – I got pregnant. I'm one month now and, while I've only known about it for maybe five to ten minutes, Dumbledore seems to have known it for the few hours that I was out cold while my body adjusted to the changes. And he actually had the gall to contact various women, because he wants me to give the child up for adoption.
Sirius, he didn't even give me the chance to celebrate the fact that my family is about to expand. When I was running my hands over my stomach in hopes of finding something, he put his hand on mine and even tried to pull them away. He's against my child, even before it could be born. And he actually thinks he has the right to decide whether or not I should keep it. And already decided that I shouldn't. But any excuses he has for that are stupid.
My parents left me more than enough to sustain us both, I can easily do my OWLs independently later, my soul mate will be able to protect us both once he gets here, I can just stay at London or even Hogwarts or the Burrow to keep us both safe, I am strong enough to care for my child and have practically learned to raise myself since I was young.

Dumbledore just still thinks me that weak little eleven year old boy that first entered Hogwarts looking for a place to stay and somewhere to call home and thinks he can make my decisions for me. Not with me, for me. He's been doing so all summer and now – now I'm just done. Forget the Order, I don't want to join anymore, not with him as leader."
And while I feel curious about this Order, do I feel sure that the man watching his godson from the brooch is nodding in agreement before I turn it back to me, ready to take the necessary action. "Sirius, I will admit that I too have been making a few plans for Mr. Potter and his future. Both those plans are for the sake of him, his pregnancy and his unborn child. And I don't plan to execute any of them without his approval."
This makes everyone around me – and Sirius from the brooch – smile and the man asks: "You want to take over as Regent, don't you?" To which I answer: "It would be for the best. It would give me full rights to set Mr. Potter private chambers, change them if I find someone unpleasant or unwelcome has learned of them, stand up to people like Albus, Fudge and Umbridge for him, prove that what he's saying is the truth and do other stuff as well.
My Healer's Oath has been preventing me from voicing my opinion on the going-ons at Hogwarts for the last four years, but as Regent, I would have full rights to do so. I even already have something that can force Umbridge out of Hogwarts, without Fudge being able to argue against it. At least, if his reputation is as dear to him as he claims." And instantly I seem to have convinced the man, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

"I think I know an easy way to get this done. Open the pin on the back and prick your hand with it. I'll do the same with mine and declare the switch. And we better hurry this thing along as well. If I know Albus, he'll be here in the next five minutes. He might even already be here, just discussing further strategy with either Molly or Minerva." And while the first name makes the young men in front of me grimace, do I nod in agreement.
I do as told, unhooking the pin on the back of the brooch and pushing its tip into the skin of my hand. And as I do, do I hear Sirius strongly state: "I, Sirius Orion Black, hereby transfer full rights, duties, responsibilities and privileges as Regent of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter to Poppy Pomfrey. So I have stated, so shall it be known." At which I reply: "So I accept, so shall it be done." And the gold of the brooch lights up.
I feel the magic of the brooch seeping into the skin of my hand, coming from the pinprick in the palm of my hand and feel it solidifying around my ring finger. This makes me smile at Sirius, who smiles back only to look to the side and say: "Albus is coming. We'll talk later." At which I say: "My fireplace is secure. It's the only one at Hogwarts not being spied on by the Ministry." And while this makes the kids gasp, does the man nod.


Well done, Sirius,
So originally, I wasn't planning to end it here – and yes, I know that there is still no explanation, my muse wouldn't let me. But the next part actually concerns something quite different, or at least a different kind of confrontation and between different people. I felt it would be better to make that confrontation and everything that happens during it a separate chapter. I do promise to try to make the next chapter a bit longer.
Hope that helps,

Venquine1990