See Chapter 1 for warnings and such.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed. The next part is almost ready to go, but
knowing me and the fact that it’s end of term it might not be up til Monday.
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Harry: God why are we continuing this?
Snape: And why am I here?
Icz: Cause I like you that much.
“I’m telling you Sirius. He is not happy. I have heard him at night, and he
hardly sleeps. He’s awake tossing and turning until all hours and when he
sleeps, he cries and calls out. It’s enough to break my heart, and then, he
keeps up this act with us. He is breaking up inside, Siri. And there’s not a
bloody thing I can do because he won’t talk to us about it!” Sirius glared
at his cup of coffee as his lover spoke from across the table.
Harry: I miss the days when I had both a spine and testicles.
Snape: May I get a summary of last chapter?
Draco: You knocked Harry up.
Snape: WHAT!?
Hermione: It hurts to talk about it.
“I don’t like where you’re going with this. I know you, Remus Lupin, and I
know exactly where you are headed. We did the right thing. That pedophile
bastard does not deserve Harry and I won’t let that slimy arse near my
godson!” The coffee cup shattered and Remus quietly pulled out his wand to
clear up the mess. “You're just overreacting and if you thought for a minute,
you might realize that. He’s a sick fuck, and he can just stay the fuck away.”
Snape: I think Sirius and Remus should be more concerned about Harry Being
Pregnant that who got him that way.
Draco: We're still waiting for an explanation about that.
Remus stood to replace Sirius’ coffee, speaking quietly. “I am beginning to
think we were wrong, love. You and I both read all of those letters he sent.
They did not sound fake to me. They sounded like they were written by a man
with a knife through his heart.
Snape: God don't I wish...
Harry: That's one way out of the fic....
Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I wonder how much of this was
just us being stupid assholes about an old grudge. Harry’s dying a little
each day over this and we’re sitting here congratulating ourselves about
ripping him away from someone who he loves-“
Snape: I can assure you, I don't love him, rip away.
Sirius jumped up and roughly turned Remus to face him. “No! Stop it! He does
not love Snape! Gods, Remus…what has gotten into you? I mean- “
Snape: I actually agree with Sirius here...
Draco: Why do you get all the good lines?
Ron: What is Sirius's problem anyway?
Harry: His godson is dating a man old enough to be his father, and despite
all logic is pregnant.
Remus snapped back, “No, Sirius! What’s gotten into you? Your godson who you
seem to be so protective of is in pain and you are being too stupid to
realize that maybe we were wrong! Maybe we made a bloody mistake! After all,
did we even ask Harry anything about them? Did we talk to them? Or did you
just start screaming at him the minute he told you about it? Sirius! He damn
well came in glowing to tell us! And now there’s a young man up there who’s
eight months pregnant and you’re not able to see that you were wrong!”
Harry: Glowing? So it was that radioactive spider bite that did it.
Ron: 8 months... Oh God we might have to sit through a birthing scene.
Remus never yelled and the mere shock of it was enough to shut Sirius up, but
not enough to get him to agree with his husband. Sirius spun on his heel and
ran from the room, leaving Remus with his coffee. Remus watched his lover
storm past the window and into the garage. The werewolf looked at the vile
sludge that his love called coffee and turned to dump it into the sink before
gripping the counter and letting the tears come out. His knuckles turned
white as he held onto the tiled surface for support. “Oh gods above, Harry.
What have we done to you?”
Harry: You put me in this fic.
Ron: They didn't do it the author did.
Harry: I don't care I'm bitter now.
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Harry crawled from his bed after yet another restless night, roughly shoving
the blankets away from his body. He showered and dressed, taking the time to
magically heal his injured palms and to remove the bandages. His looser
t-shirts were already useless and most of his muggle wardrobe had been stored
away for the time when he could wear it again. Once again he thanked whatever
gods above had allowed for robes, which he could wear all the way until it
came time to head off for delivery.
Hermione: This would be a hard thing to hide under robes.
Harry: I'm really looking forward to the delivery scene.
Snape: I want to see how they'll pull that off.
He swiftly wrapped himself in one of Remus’ old robes that was soft with age
before searching out the sneakers that he had tossed behind a chair the
previous night. Finding it impossible to put on shoes standing up, he sat
down on the side of the cold bed, which he refused to call his. “His” bed
was halfway across the country, and he held little hope of ever seeing it
again, let alone sleeping in it.
Snape: There are no words in the English langauge to describe how wrong this
is.
Harry absently ran a hand over his swollen stomach and softly began singing a
Muggle song that Sev used to wake him up with. “Good morning beautiful. How
was your night? Mine was wonderful, with you by my side and I open my eyes
and see your sweet face-” Harry broke off and began softly sobbing. He curled
up on his side, remembering Sev gently wrapping his arms around him, quietly
singing into his ear before kissing him awake.
Snape: Jesus holy fuck... I will never, ever, under any circumstances sing
that song to anyone, nor will I kiss Harry Potter awake!
Harry: Great more melodramatic, ultra feminine sap.
He clutched at his stomach, murmuring tenderly, and slowly collected himself,
slipping the mask in place so that he could go downstairs. He stood slowly
and went to the bathroom, carefully pointing his wand at the dark crescents
beneath his eyes, hiding them with a charm before brushing his hair back into
a low-slung ponytail. In the years since Hogwarts, he had taken to letting it
grow and it turned out to be much more manageable that way. Besides, Sev
liked it.
Snape: AAAAAH! [passes out]
Draco: Curse my high pain threshold!
Harry cut that train of thought off before it went anywhere. He could not
think about his love. It hurt to bloody much.
Ron: Even more evidence the author is dead set on making you a woman.
He checked himself over to make sure he looked decent before stepping out of
the bathroom and grabbing a book to read. Getting outside in the sunlight
might do him some good, and at the very least, reading meant that his
godfather wouldn’t try and talk to him. Harry stepped out onto the landing
and felt a brush at his feet. Looking down, he saw Remus’ cat, Jasiri,
Swahili for Brave. As if it wasn’t enough that a werewolf sleeping with a dog
animagus had a cat, Remus went and named the poor animal in one of the
obscure languages he loved so much. Jas rubbed against Harry’s legs before
scampering down the stairs for her breakfast, oh so gracefully skipping the
last three steps in her hurry.
Hermione: Finally! One scene that doesn't make me want to vomit!
Draco: Enjoy while you can.
Harry had just set foot on the top stair when a sudden burst of pain shot
through his stomach. His foot slipped and he felt himself falling.
Instinctively, he curled up to protect his stomach as he felt his shoulder
slam into wood. Then, his head connected with the edge of a stair and just
before everything went dark, he heard Remus’ cries and felt himself levitated
quickly into sturdy arms. “Sev…?” He went limp in Remus’ arms, and Remus
looked in horror at the blood on his temple and the rapidly forming bruises
on his body.
Harry: Apparently I've lost all magical ability as well as my sense of
balance.
Snape: Pregnant...sappy song...why me?
Ron: Snape isn't with us anymore.
“SIRIUS! SIRIUS! GET THE HELL IN HERE NOW!” Remus screamed and as soon as
Sirius came running in the door, he handed his precious cargo off to his
stronger mate before leading the way to the fireplace and the floo powder.
“St. Mungo’s!”
Hermione: Why are they taking him to the insane asylum?
Final Thoughts...
Snape: Please let me die in peace.
Harry: Melodramatic, sappy and stupid.
Ron: No more please...