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H.J. Potter-Diggory	By : jaymclg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Cedric Views: 32905 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-One&Two
- 2-Three&Four
- 3-Five&Six&Seven
- 4-Eight&Nine
- 5-Ten
- 6-Eleven
- 7-Twelve
- 8-Thirteen
- 9-Fourteen
- 10-Fifteen
- 9
- 10
AN: Just to warn you there is going to be a scene between Harry and Vernon in the bathroom, involving a toilet and Vernon’s urine. If you cannot stomach that sort of thing please skip this part of the story as I don’t want to hear anyone pissing and moaning at me as I am giving you more than ample warning.

H.J. Potter-Diggory

Harry did not honestly know how much more anyone could take as emotions were running beyond high in the office right at that moment. He was more than just a little relieved that it was only Cedric’s emotions he had to deal with on top of his own never mind anybody else’s.

He thought of what the overall reaction to the memories were going to be on Hermione and the Weasley’s end. He would ask Cedric to be present at the time to back him up with the extra added incentive, that being he would not have to view the memories again. There was no way in hell he was going to allow or willingly subject his husband to that again after today.

Cedric who had caught onto Harry thoughts said, ‘I’ll be there to help you Harry and, yeah of course not having to view those memories again sure is an extra added incentive to making me agree to back you up when you have to allow Hermione and the Weasley’s to view the memories.’

It was moments just like the one which had happen right then, that Harry realised their new bond came in very handy. He was glad he would not have to bring up the whole issue with Cedric as his husband was already aware of it. Cedric silently agreed wholeheartedly with his husband’s thoughts.

Harry walked back over to his seat and gestured for his husband to go to the pensive. Cedric asked, ‘How bad?’ Harry sucked in a breath from in between his teeth before reply, ‘Before sixth year, Vernon will find out about Dudley and Peers. It is the end result of my uncle being drunk off his ass. Instead of taking it out on his precious fucking whale of a son I get it instead.’

Cedric let out a loud sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he approached the pensive for the sixth time that day. He placed his face in the pensive and braced himself for the horror that awaited him next and did not have to wait too long either.

As soon as his vision adjusted to the scene in front of him he found himself back in Harry’s bedroom. He could see that Harry was stood nearby the door of his bedroom and was evidentially on his guard. It was clear to see and hear that Vernon was three sheets to the wind; he was drunk, very, very drunk.

The bloated man was practically puce coloured in the face and a vein was throbbing hard in his forehead as sweat dripped from his rounded face. The man roared and slurred his words. “You fucking disgusting freak of nature, we should have drowned you as soon we found you on the doorstep before you were old enough to pass on your queer and freak disease to my son.”

He continued to rant as he staggered towards Harry, “You have tainted my boy with your presence in his life alone. It is your fault that Dudley was caught doing those disgusting and freak things with peers. And now I am going to make you pay for all the misery you have subjected this family to with your very presence in our lives. I’ll make you wish your freak parents never conceived you, make you wish you were never born, that you’d ever known of the name Dursley.”

He closed the rest of the distance between Harry and himself and before Harry could get out of the way, realising that he was trapped between the door and his uncle and had no escape, Vernon slammed him against the door hard.

Cedric could not begin to imagine how many doors Harry had been slammed up against in his sixteen almost seventeen years of life. He watched as Vernon lifted Harry and continued to slam him brutally against the door, Harry all the while trying to claw his uncle in the face.

Cedric cringed as he watched Vernon suddenly reverse positions and threw Harry from the door and onto the carpeted floor where he landed in a heap at Vernon’s feet. Harry’s glasses went flying from his face, leaving the teen at an even larger and dangerous disadvantage at his attacker. Vernon then proceeded to slam his foot down on Harry’s ribs repeatedly, followed by several kicks to his stomach and chest.

Cedric moaned as he saw Vernon kick Harry in the face a couple of times before reaching for his belt buckle. Cedric shook his head rapidly at the thought of Harry being on the receiving end of his uncle’s belt again and he having to watch it happen again as well.

Cedric saw Harry briefly lift his bloodied face, noticing that his left eye was rapidly blackening. He saw the look of knowing dread enter green eyes, which appeared to have dulled in agony as he saw the belt in Vernon’s beefy hands, knowing what was coming next as did Cedric.

Harry let out a truly pained looking grimace as he tried to move on his hands backwards to towards his bed as fast he could go with the injuries he had already sustained at his uncles hands and feet, but it was of no use, Vernon followed, swaying slightly. He had a nasty looking smirk curving his lips, his eyes glazed over and a dark and menacing glint very much evident in his cruel and burning gaze.

Cedric swallowed hard as he watched Harry roll over quickly to the side as he saw Vernon coming at him with the belt as he swung it back. He missed Harry by inches and the buckle hit the carpet. Vernon let out a roar of drunken rage as he realised Harry for once was not going to just lie back and take it.

Cedric watched in disbelief as Harry somehow managed to stagger to his feet and limp as quickly as he could over to the bedroom door and opened it. His blurred vision without the aid of his glasses was a serious disadvantage in regards to his escape attempt, but still he ran out into the hallway. Unfortunately before he could get very far Vernon threw himself at Harry knocking them both into the bathroom door.

The door swung open and Vernon staggered drunkenly to his feet and lifted his nephew up by the scruff of his shirt and all but dragged him into the bathroom. There he threw Harry onto the tiled floor and brought the belt down on Harry’s back, causing Harry to let out a pained moan, he daren’t scream that only spurred his uncle on even more.

After a few more lashings with the belt Vernon noticed Harry had crawled over to the toilet and was trying to use the seat to pull himself up. Cedric saw a suddenly perverse glint enter Vernon’s beady looking eyes. He sure as hell did not like what he saw, he had an extremely sick feeling that he knew what Vernon was planning on doing with Harry and that toilet.

What he saw happen next had Cedric almost vomiting as he watched Vernon reaching for the zipper on his trouser. Cedric saw Harry’s eyes widen in an expression that was caught between horror, disgust and disbelief. Apparently this was new territory; Vernon by the looks of Harry’s expression had never attempted this up until that moment.

Cedric watched in revulsion as Vernon took out his length and proceeded to pee all over Harry. Harry let out yell of disgust and covered his face, or at least tried too as Vernon peed all over his hair and face. Cedric had to swallow back bile that he could feel trying to force its way out of the back of his throat.

Cedric had to look away as he saw Vernon stop peeing before grabbing Harry by his pee soaked hair forcing him forwards to towards the inside of the toilet bowl. Harry tried to brace his hands on the seat to prevent his uncle from shoving his head inside, but it was of no use he was far too weakened from the beating he had already taken back in his bedroom.

Cedric felt the bile rising even more rapidly as he saw Vernon brutally shove Harry’s head down the toilet and flushed the chain, holding a struggling Harry in place. Cedric believed his husband would have been drowned, believed his husband would’ve not been alive to become his husband had Petunia not called for her husband when she did.

Vernon let go of his nephew and watched in perverse pleasure as he zipped his trousers and Harry fell forwards and vomited onto the tiled floor the very little content that was in his stomach to begin with, combined with some blood. Cedric gritted his teeth as Vernon roared with drunken laughter after placing one last swift kick to Harry’s stomach before leaving the bathroom.

The memory ended there and as soon as Cedric lifted his face from the pensive everyone could see the sickly shade of green he had gone. Harry who could feel exactly how sick his husband felt at that moment quickly conjured a bucket, thankfully just in time for Cedric to fall down onto all fours and heave violently into the provided bucket.

Harry quickly leaped out of the chair and made his way over to his husband and crouched down and held his husbands hair back from the bucket with his left hand and rubbed his back soothingly with the other, whilst this was happening everyone else was looking on in horror.

Sirius asked, “I take it that was beyond bad, worse than anything we have seen yet?” Harry shook his head and replied in a weary tone, “It is the worst you will see, the last memory is of me and Dudley. Trust me when I say Dudley will come off much worse than I do from that encounter, which was this summer actually.”

Harry gently ran his fingers through his husband’s brownish blonde locks, soothing the distraught man. He could feel his husband’s rage and revulsion all the way down their bond. Harry had to admit he was repulsed as well whenever he thought of that night in the bathroom with his uncle that pervious summer leading up to his sixth year.

Harry remembered the only good thing to have happened since was the fact he had gotten his revenge against Dudley and Vernon. Both were now truly terrified of Harry now and daren’t go near him. Not that Harry was all that worried as he would not be returning to the Dursley’s ever again if he could help it.

If the marriage law had not come about then Harry would have moved in with Sirius, who was pardoned at the end of Harry’s sixth year. The only reason Harry had no gone to live with Sirius after he was pardoned was due to the fact Albus insisted Harry would be safer in the muggle world until a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday due to the wards on 4 Private Drive.

Harry had not understood the reason for being back at the Dursley’s when you took into consideration that Voldemort could touch Harry due to during the graveyard encounter back in his fourth year. Apparently Voldemort could not breech the wards as long as Harry was present for a certain amount of the time during the summer.

After a couple of moments Harry helped Cedric to his feet and vanish the bucket before wandlessly casting an air freshener charm followed by a cleaning and breath freshener charm on Cedric. He led Cedric back to their seats, which was then all the questions for Cedric started.

Sirius asked, “What finally caused you to lose the contents of your stomach, it was Harry coughing up blood for me?” Cedric’s face suddenly scrunched up in rage and revulsion, never having known such a sense of revulsion in his life. The thought of what he saw happen in that bathroom was enough to make his stomach revolt.

Cedric growled, “Filthy bastard pissed all over Harry’s hair and face and then flushed his head down the toilet. Son of a bitch needs his privates ripping off so even pissing out of a tube as I heard muggles do will not even help him. He crossed the line in that memory, violating Harry. The only way he could have violated him any more badly than he has would be if he was to sexually assault Harry.”

Severus could not help but exclaim loudly, “He urinated on you and forced your head down the toilet and flushed?!” Sirius and Remus audibly moaned in both pain and disgusted disbelief. Both Tonks and Lara covered their faces and lowered their heads and silently shook in rage and grief.

Minerva on the other hand look as if she was about to be violently ill. Amos had his face scrunched up pretty much like his son had as he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a loud breath. Albus had his head bowed as he shook his head in shocked disbelief, hardly believing someone could do something so disgusting, particularly to a family member.

Cedric said, “Just when I figured Harry was going to get the upper hand during one of those encounters, what does that drunken whale go and do? Ha, he makes sure Harry does not have his glasses, meaning his vision isn’t worth shit, before he goes and throws himself at Harry knocking them both to the floor. Just once I would like to see Harry come out on top instead of pissed on or beaten to a bloodied pulp.”

Harry smirked and said, “In that case you’re going to enjoy the seventh and final memory I am going to be showing you. There are more, a lot more, only I decided to pick the ones that were the worst and left a lasting impression on me.”

Sirius exclaimed in a strangled tone, “More!” Harry raised a brow and replied, “Yeah, more, what do you honestly expect? I have put up with both verbal and physical abuse from that family since I was four years old; old enough to understand when someone does not like you or you’re not loved by those people.”

He shrugged and concluded, “Thankfully I was able to put a stop to it this summer before I was collected. No one in that repulsive family will ever dare to lay a finger on me again, not in less they have a suicide wish. They are terrified of me after discovering that I could do magic without that freaky piece of wood of mine. I can do it without getting into trouble or it being detected by the ministry.”

Harry let out another sigh, he lost count how many times that day he had. He swore each sigh was more weary induced then the previous. He turned to Sirius and Severus and said, “Alright, you two are up next and already aware of what you’ll see, through I doubt any warning beforehand will do much good or prepare you for the sight of uncle Vernon exposing his privates.”

Cedric visibly grimaced and scrunched his eyes shut tight as he mumbled, his revulsion evident, “The ugly bastard even had a small shrivelled up dick, meaning it would not take much work to lob it right off.” Harry let out a yelp before throwing back his head and bursting out in laughter, hardly believing such words had just left his husband’s mouth.

Sirius looked on in amused disbelief and more than just a little bit ill. Severus sneered in disgust at the thought of that foul obese muggle exposing his privates never mind actually urinating. Naturally he also figured the obese disease and excuse for a human being was lacking in the manhood department. Seriously one true man did what Vernon Dursley had done to his nephew? He shook his head as he followed Sirius to the pensive.

Sirius was itching to just bolt from the room and avoid this memory altogether. He let out a slight shudder before both he and Severus placed their face into the pensive. It took moments to adjust to realise they were back in Harry’s bedroom and noted he did not look much younger if at all.

They listened to Vernon ranting and raving. Sirius inwardly sneered as he listened to his godson being blamed for something that was beyond his control. Sirius hated Vernon’s double standards when it came to Harry and Dudley. The one Vernon should’ve have been giving a piece of his drunken mind to was getting off scot-free, while all he had got as a punishment was lose his playmate and fuck buddy.

Severus watched as Vernon closed the rest of the distance between Harry and himself. He realised Harry could not get out of the way he was trapped between the door and his uncle and had no escape. He gritted his teeth as Vernon slammed Harry against the door hard and, like Cedric, Severus wondered how many doors Harry had been slammed up against in his sixteen almost seventeen years of life.

He watched as Vernon lifted Harry and continued to slam him brutally against the door. He noticed Harry trying to claw his uncle in the face, but not being able to get a decent grip or leverage to do much damage if any at all.

Sirius cringed as he continued watching Vernon abusing Harry. He saw Vernon reverse positions and throw Harry from the door and onto the carpeted floor. Vernon then slammed his foot down on Harry’s ribs repeatedly, followed by several kicks to his stomach and chest.

Sirius grinded his teeth in anger as he saw Vernon kick Harry in the face a couple of times, which was when Harry lost his glasses, being left at a difference with vision that wasn’t worth shit, just like Cedric had said.

Sirius inwardly growled viciously as he saw Vernon reaching for his belt buckle. Both he and Severus shook their heads in knowing disbelief. Harry was about to be on the receiving end of his uncle’s belt again. The fact they having to watch it happen again as well was more than Sirius could stand.

Severus watched Harry briefly lift his bloodied face. He took note of the teens left eye, which was rapidly blackening. He saw the look of knowing dread enter the teens agony filled eyes as he saw the belt in Vernon’s beefy hands. He knew exactly what was to come next, how could he not possibly know.

They both saw Harry let out a pained grimace as he tried to move on his hands backwards to towards his bed, but it was of no use they both knew this as Vernon only followed, swaying slightly. They took note of the nasty looking smirk curving his lips and saw that his eyes were glazed over, darkened and had menacing glint.

Sirius swallowed hard watching Harry roll over to the side as he saw Vernon coming at him with the belt. He swung it back, but missed Harry by inches and the buckle hit the carpet. Vernon let out a roar of drunken rage as he realised Harry for once was not going to just lie back and take it. Severus noticed this and couldn’t blame Harry for wanting to avoid it. He knew exactly how painful it was to have your bare flesh beat with a belt. He only wished he had been able to avoid getting hit more often than he had been able to.

Sirius watched as Harry managed to stagger to his feet and limp as quickly as he could over to the bedroom door and opened it. He knew Harry was functioning on pure adrenalin as he ran out into the hallway, even though he was at an even more major disadvantage without his glasses. Sirius cursed as he saw Vernon throw himself at Harry knocking them both into the bathroom door, preventing Harry from escaping.

They watched the door swing open and Vernon stagger drunkenly to his feet, lifting his nephew up by the scruff of his shirt and all but dragged him into the bathroom. There he threw Harry onto the tiled floor and brought the belt down on Harry’s back, causing Harry to let out a pained moan.

Severus watched Harry crawl over to the toilet and was trying to use the seat to pull himself up after receiving only a couple of lashings of the belt. He saw the perverse glint enter Vernon’s beady looking eyes, a glint he was very familiar with, due to having seen such a look enter Voldemort and Lucius’s eyes during torture and rape sessions.

He knew exactly what Vernon was planning on doing with that toilet as did Sirius. They watched Vernon reaching for the zipper on his trouser and saw Harry’s eyes widen in horror and disgust. They were both disgusted at the sight of Vernon exposing himself. The honest to Merlin last thing they or even Harry needed or wanted to see was that monster exposing his privates. And of course naturally Cedric had been accurate in regards to his description of Vernon’s private parts.

Vernon took out his length and peed all over Harry. Sirius desperately wanted to join Harry as the teen let out yell of disgust and covered his face as Vernon peed all over his hair and face. Sirius was far too paralyzed with revulsion and rage as he swallows back bile to make a single sound. Severus inwardly shuddered in pure revulsion, honestly enraged at the sight of that repugnant muggle relieving his waste all over the teen.

Even when Vernon stops peeing, neither wizard felt any relief knowing what was coming next as they watched him grab Harry by his pee soaked hair. They watched as Harry’s face was forced forwards towards the toilet bowl. They could see Harry trying to brace his hands on the seat to prevent his uncle from shoving his head inside, but they knew it was of no use it was going to happen whether they wanted to see it or not.

Sirius felt the bile in the back of his throat rising once again even more rapidly as he watched Vernon shove Harry’s head down the toilet and flushed the chain, holding a struggling Harry in place. Merlin he wanted to rip that man’s privates off and feed it to him and choking him to death.

Severus had honestly never been more relieved to hear the sound of Petunia’s voice in his entire life. That repugnant woman had unknowingly saved her nephew’s life at that moment. He knew it had been done for her husband’s sake and not for her nephew. He suspected she could care less about her nephew she just did not want her husband to become a murder and have to visit him prison.

Sirius had tears of rage and disgust in his eyes as he saw Vernon let go and watch in perverse pleasure as he zipped his trousers. Severus grimaced in sympathy as he saw Harry fall forwards and vomited on the tiled floor, noting there was some blood in the vomit. He gritted his teeth as Vernon roared with drunken laughter after placing one last swift kick to Harry’s stomach before leaving the bathroom. It was a good thing he did as Sirius could not take much more.

Severus silently admitted even if it was only to himself that he had seen enough too. Both quickly lifted their faces from the pensive. Sirius scrubbed a hand roughly across his face as he all but stumbled to his seat. He was far too numb with rage to even be sick, he was well beyond and had passed the urge to do that.

Severus followed silently and sunk down heavily into the chair. His lower lip was curled in a disgusted sneer at the thought of what he had just seen. He could safely say his father had never done that to him, thank Merlin for not so small mercies he mentally reflected bitterly.

Severus sneered as he said, “That filth needs to be castrated and left to slowly bleed to death. I have been on the receiving end of many violating incidents in my time, Potter, but can be more then thankful that I myself have never been on the receiving end of such a repugnant violation. I do not envy you Potter and think you should have taken up your husband’s suggesting of lobbing off his privates whilst you had the chance.”

Harry snorted around a sly smirk and remarked in reply, “The notion was tempting for me, painfully so in fact, like you would not honestly believe, professor. But when it came down to it I had no desire to sully my hands with his diseased filthy blood. Blood and gore is so messy and one hell of a bitch to scrub off ones hands once it truly gets on there, wouldn’t you agree professor?”

Harry added, “Besides I have more blood on my hands since I was a baby and will only continue to and will have more before this war is through, whether it being directly or indirectly.” Everyone looked at him in silent horror at the teens words.

Even Severus looked more than a little disturbed. He had not truly realised nor understood until that moment exactly how deeply Potter’s guilt truly was engrained in him. He scowled and spat, “That blood is not meant for your hands Potter, it is meant for the hands of the dark lord and his followers. You are one of the true innocents in this war whether you truly see or believe it or not. I feel and believe you have lost and will lose more than most will before it is officially at an end.”

He cleared his throat at the stunned looks everyone was eyeing him with, Potter in particular, who was eyeing him with a look Severus had never seen directed at him before at least of all from any Potter. He said, “Might I suggest the Lupins and the rest of the Diggorys and Albus and Minerva go and view the memory. You have to view it for yourself to know how truly repugnant and in desperate need that foul muggle is of having his privates shredded and ripped off.”

Sirius nodded swiftly in agreement. He growled, “I would love to piss all over him and to cast the most degradingly painful and brutal of curses and hex’s on that muggles privates before slicing it right off and feeding it to him until he chokes to death. I would like to see that wife and son of his watch me as I do it. Honestly in my opinion if anyone ever truly deserves to be traumatized for life it is that entire godforsaken family.”

Remus and Tonks stood and made their way to the pensive as the entire room was surrounded in a lingering and deafening silence after hearing such horrific gore described in such detail, having such disturbing images painted for them.

Remus and Tonks exchanged an ill and knowing glance with each other and the three others who had already had the misfortune of having already been subjected to the whole disturbing and repugnant memory. He and Tonks then seemed to take a deep and loud breath in almost perfect union before placing their faces inside of the pensive.

They were instantly submerged in the memory, watching in silent disbelief and annoyance as Vernon first berated Harry and accused him of turning his cousin bi-sexual. Disbelief and annoyance became horror and anger at how Vernon was brutally beating the living day lights out of Harry. Using an entirely unfair advantage of Harry not having his glasses to see properly, then again Remus figured Harry not being able to properly see the vile and monstrous image his uncle made as he brutally tore into him was somewhat of a good thing.

Horror and Anger rapidly turning into revulsion, horror and rage as they watched Vernon throw Harry into the bathroom, whipping him with belt briefly before taking out his length and peeing all over Harry, followed by flushing his head down the toilet.

Revulsion, horror and rage swiftly turned into relief as they heard Petunia calling to Vernon. Relief turned into a deep sense of disgust and pure seething rage as the memory ended after Vernon roared in drunken laughter before he kicked Harry one last time as Harry emptied the contents of his stomach.

Remus and Tonks quickly lifted their faces from the pensive and quickly wiped at their faces. Tonks cupped a hand over her mouth as tears rapidly streamed down her face before she gagged into her hand. Harry was the quickest to react and wandlessly conjured a bin for Tonks to be sick into.

Remus was quick to come to his wife’s aid and bent down to rub her back soothingly and lift her hair out of the way with his free hand. All the while he was visibly trembling in horror and revulsion. He choked out in a strangled sounding growl, “I have seen some truly repulsive and deranged things during my years, but nothing could have ever prepared me for the wild and raging urge I have to murder that vermin and inhuman bastard with my bare hands.”

He waited for his wife to be finished expelling the contents of her stomach before helping her up and vanishing the sick filled bin before casting an air fresher charm followed by a breath freshener charm for his wife. He then led his clearly shook up and ill wife to their chairs just as Sirius called for Kreatcher to get some ginger ale and some saltine crackers to help settle Tonks stomach.

Harry grimaced as he said, “I am so sorry, Tonks. If I’d known it would have affected you in such away I would have suggested you skipped this whole ordeal. I just figured with you being an Auror you would have seen much worse things then what I have allowed you all to see today.”

Tonks smiled weakly up at Harry before reply, “It’s not your fault and you sure as hell do not have anything to be apologising to me for, not a single damn thing. I would have not allowed myself to be excluded from this whole ordeal today I am on your side and am here for you. If that means seeing what I have just now then so be it.”

She paused as Kreatcher appeared with her ginger ale and saltine cracks before concluding, “As for me being accustomed to seeing much worse then what I have today you’d be right Harry. And the only difference here today is that I am pregnant and currently more than slightly off of my game. And finally my reactions are much more worse than if this was some stranger I have encountered during a shift at work is because it is you Harry, your no stranger and I have a sight more invested with you emotionally then I would with some stranger I have never encounter before.”

Kreatcher disappeared with a low cracking sound as everyone nodded in agreement with what Tonks had just said. Harry looked stunned as well as still more than a little guilty over one of his memories having made Tonks physically sick, something he knew must not have been good for her and Remus’s baby.

Remus said, “Snap out of your guilt Harry, Tonks is right you have nothing to apologise for here. And of course if I truly thought she could not handle all of this I would have not allowed her to have joined us here no matter how she would have protested. She is stronger than you think Harry. She has to be in her line of work, particularly during such dark and desperate times.”

Harry protested, “Yeah, but what about the baby, her being sick and stressed like that can’t honestly be considered healthy. Besides, watching Tonks be sick like that makes me beyond nervous for when I and Cedric eventually get pregnant.”

Remus sighed and shook his head, but before he could answer Tonks answered instead and said, “The baby will be fine, Harry, not only is he or she a Tonks but also a Lupin. He or she is a sure fighter it will take a lot more then this to harm the baby, seeing as I don’t intend to make a regular habit of it.”

She paused and chuckled slightly as she concluded. “If I thought there was any true risk then I would remove myself from the room, hell Remus would be the first to do it in fact. Besides that is no different than when I had morning sickness in the early stages of my pregnancy, the slightest hint of stress could and did set if off. And finally I am in my second trimester, meaning the chance of me losing my baby are reduced significantly compared to during my first trimester.”

Lara chuckled quietly and said, “I can honestly see you being one of those who find it difficult to relax and enjoy being pregnant when your time comes, Harry. Pregnancy is not just morning sicken, swollen feet, backaches and weird food craving habits, along with mood swings which give you the awful urge to scream or cry out of sheer honest to Merlin frustration. No, it also can be the most beautiful and truly meaningful time in your life as your bond with your baby, neutering them as they develop. Feeling the joy and overwhelming relief as your baby kicks for the first time.”

Tonks beamed and nodded in agreement and said, “Absolutely. You’re going to love being pregnant Harry as not everyone is destined for a difficult pregnancy. Besides my skin and hair has never looked or felt so amazing since I entered my second trimester. It truly is wondrous and a little daunting I suppose watching and feeling all of the changes my body is going through during my pregnancy. Both of you and Cedric have all of that to come and look forward to.”

Harry let out a weary sigh again that day, Merlin knows how many times that day he had done as such and how many more still would he. He spoke quietly, but all present still managed to hear what he said. “I never allowed myself to the opportunity or the pleasure to imagine myself as a parent, not with the way my life has been so far. Figured I wouldn’t be alive to meet someone, fall in love, marry and eventually become a parent carrying on the Potter name.” He added before going silent, clearly silently contemplating something important, “Even if I ever had I never reckoned it would be me who would be the one to give birth eventually.”

Cedric nodded and said, “I know the feeling, not about whether I would still be alive, but how and when I would become a father. I always figured biologically I would be the one who took on the role of father and not both mother and father, because that is exactly what will happen.” He paused before concluding, “But the fact I am not ever going to be the type to settle down with some pretty little witch meant if I wanted to be a father I would either have to be the one to give birth or hoped beyond all hope that I would find a spouse who was willing to be the one to give birth instead.”

Sirius said, “And you two have that and the potential for even more despite how dark times currently are, which means you should not fear or dread it but embrace it. Parenthood is something I have come to realise is not something hellish to hold me down, but something to enjoy and look forward to.”

Cedric asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, then which of you will be the one to give birth?” Severus replied, “Sirius will I cannot due to the dark mark and being subjected over the years to too much spell damage. I have been placed under the Cruciatus curse so often that my body would not be able to safely carry a child to full term.”

Sirius added, “After I agreed to marry Severus I went to Poppy at Hogwarts and had her do a full physical on me. The results shown that despite my time spent in Azkaban and exposed to the dementors, I can carry a child to full term safely as long as there is no unseen complications during the pregnancy, which Poppy does not think there will be.”

Harry asked, “How long can a wizard or witch safely keep producing children before they are considered too old?” Minerva was the one to answer, “It varies Mr. Potter-Diggory with the witch or wizard in question, particularly how magically powerful they are.”

She paused before adding, “For a witch with excellent health she could safely continue to produce children until she reaches fifty five or even as late as sixty, unlike with muggle women when the age considered to not be safe would be around forty years of age.” She paused before adding, “As for wizards it said that wizards should consider not trying to carry a child to full term after the age of fifty.”

Harry looks stunned as he asked, “That’s really quite old and getting on in years, professor, they consider that safe?” Minerva nodded and replied, “Indeed. You must remember and take into consideration that wizarding folk live longer than muggles, much longer, meaning we also remain healthy enough to carry offspring into what a muggle would consider late on in life.”

Severus cleared his throat and said, “And with that having been said I believe we should concentrate on what we had been doing before we were sidetracked. I believe the rest of the Diggory’s, along with Albus and Minerva are as of yet to view the memory I and everyone else have.”

Harry nodded and said, “He’s right we are getting sidetracked here, but that is just me trying to stall for more time. I am not entirely comfortable revealing these memories. I am revealing more then I have imagined or could have truly wanted to. But unfortunately if my godfather is to marry professor Snape and my husband not have to spend Merlin knows how many years to come having to play peacekeeper and referee between the pair of us this needed to happen, needed to be seen.”

Everyone silently nodded, realising he was right, none knowing this more so then Severus. He silently nodded to Harry letting the younger wizard know that he understood what he was doing and the reason for it, that he accepted it.

There was a lingering silence for a moment or two before Amos and Lara slowly got to their feet and made their way over to the pensive. The others watched as the older couple placed their faces within the pensive. They silently contemplated over what the reaction of the senior Diggory’s would be to the memory they were about to view. How would they react and be able to take the sight of their new son-in-law being subjected to such disgusting and horrific conditions?

They did not have long to find out as soon as Lara and Amos returned, Lara staggered over to her son-in-law and bent over to throw her arms around him as she silently sobbed. Harry froze in shock for a brief moment or two before quickly reacting and gently wrapping his arms around the silently sobbing woman, patting her back awkwardly.

He exchanged a part worried and part terrified glance with his husband and new father-in-law. Amos slowly walked over to them and carefully removed his wife from Harry and took her into his own arms in comfort. He then eyed Harry, shocking his son and son-in-law with the slight sheen of tears that could be seen in his grey-blue eyes, eyes Cedric had inherited from him.

Amos led his wife back to their seats, but instead of placing her in her own seat he sat down and brought her into his lap and held her as she desperately tried to get a grip on her seriously frayed emotions. He looked Harry in the eye and said, “Justice, justice has to be served, has to be and as I said earlier and still believe it even more so now, such disgusting and horrendous crimes cannot be left to go unanswered or unpunished.”

Lara sobbed, “I cannot believe that I am now related to that disgusting animal and excuse for a man, even if it is through marriage only. For the love of Merlin a stray and undisciplined animal can be taught better and can act more civilised then that foul and bloated creature. If I truly believed anyone needed to be castrated for the safety of those around them, then it is surely that filthy boar-like man.”

Harry remarked, “He has done almost everything imaginable to me, except for shit on me or rape me. A line I can safely say Vernon Dursley would have never ever dreamed of crossing. The man has got to be one of the most homophobic and racists I have ever had the misfortune of meeting.” He paused before adding around a revolted grimace, “Dudley on the other hand, well, the less said or thought there the better, trust me.”

Cedric visibly blanched at what his husband had just implied in so many words. Sirius and Remus had similar expressions on their faces too. Cedric shook his head rapidly as he tried to rid his mind of the images his husband had painted. Harry shook his head and shot his husband an apologetic, sympathetic and knowing grimace, having caught onto his husband’s train of thought.

Albus and Minerva were the last to stand and head over to the pensive as Cedric pinched the bridge of his nose, already being able to feel a tension migraine starting to pound through his skull as Albus and Minerva placed their face into the pensive.

Cedric screwed his eyes shut tightly and thought to his husband, ‘Would you honestly think any less of me if I told you I wish to commit unspeakable acts against your relatives that would sure as hell have me thrown in Azkaban before both either you or I could bloody well blink?’

Harry grimaced and took his husband’s hand in his own and squeezed gently as he replied, ‘No, I would not hold it against you, seeing as they are only urges I won’t allow becoming a reality. You getting tossed into Azkaban is not something I plan on letting happen, especially not due to my good for nothing relatives, trust me I think and I feel a sight more for you then I will ever feel towards my relatives’

Cedric squeezed his husband’s hand in return and nodded silently. He released Harry’s hand when he saw that Albus and Minerva had just lifted their faces from the pensive. Everyone in the room inwardly cringed at the expression on both elder professors faces.

Cedric thought to Harry, ‘Their reaction looks no better than professor Snape’s’ Harry nodded silently in agreement as he watched Minerva lift a noticeably shaking hand to her trembling mouth. The poor woman looked dreadfully ill, but mostly she looked positively enraged like she was fighting the urge to not let loose with the wrath that was boiling from within her. Albus placed a hand gently upon her shoulder and led her back to her chair. He slowly lowered himself back into his chair after Minerva was secure in her own chair.

He lifted his hand and removed his half moon shaped spectacles from where they perched on his nose. To everyone’s shock the bright blue eyes seemed to have aged rapidly since viewing the last memory. His old and wise looking eyes had a slight wet sheen; the twinkle of usual gentle and kind mischievousness was very much absent. Everyone could see the raging storm brewing; this was the man who defeated Gellert Grindelwald, the man who Voldemort feared.

He commented in a cold tone, “I stand by what I said earlier, that family does not deserve the protection which they still receive from those magical wards surrounding their home. I am certain if Lily had a choice she would not want those wards to remain intact, nor would James. It was James’s sacrifice which bought Lily time to protect Harry before she was killed. Her blood and sacrifice that saved her son all of those years ago, just as in turn it was Harry’s presence and magic that fed the strength of those wards around the Dursley’s home.”

Harry let out a bark of sudden laughter and sneered, “Marvellous, absolutely bloody marvellous. Let me tell you this, had I know that before today I would have left that house before now whether anyone present in this room damn well liked it or not.” He added coldly, “Those wards were supposed to protect me, what good did they do except to trap me within the confines of that bloody hellhole every fucking summer since I started Hogwarts.”

No one bothered to reprimand him over his foul language, knowing everyone was running high on emotions as it was. They figured if Harry wanted to curse up a storm, particularly after what they had seen so far that day, than they all silently agreed to allow him to get on with it to his heart’s content, they figured he’d earned it, more than earned it in fact.

Minerva silently contemplated the fact also, feeling that if something that usually want against her strict rules helped the young wizard in front of her to vent, which he was surely beyond entitled to, then so be it. She would not stop him however much her sensibilities urged her to, just for that day she would let his foul language slide.

AN: Okay just the seventh and an eighth memory I decided to add left to go then I will carry on with the story, there will be no more pensive memories. I may write a separate long chapter once this story is over showing how Hermione and the Weasley react to the memories. I think after this next chapter and halfway through the one after that will be more than enough memories shared for this story. It has somehow gotten away from me I honestly never planned on this story taking on such a dark theme I am not used to writing such dark material, which makes me wonder whether I am any good at it or whatever possessed me to go down this route. By the way you will have to go back and read the whole thing due to me having some issues with the chapters, namely a lot of the content end up accidentally deleted don’t ask me how I did it I am still trying to figure that one out for myself. I have tried to replace the content as best as I could but unfortunately it will not be as it was before hence the need to go back and read it all, so sorry I know it is annoying, trust me I have had to go back and do a lot of work on chapters I thought were done.
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