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To Protect	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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AN: Loved my feedback these previous two chapters! I was giddy like a school girl writing this chapter since I received so many positive responses. I really enjoy your reviews and cannot thank you enough for your continued support!!!
My work is unbeta'd so please forgive some of the errors.
Warning: Pregnancy hormones...and drama-mama...with some more pregnancy hormones!
To Protect
Chapter Eleven
“This complicates things,” Severus said as he pulled away from the embrace. Harry was still unable to generate a coherent thought. Pregnant. Him. Pregnant. Impossible! Harry locked eyes with the older wizard, who was still looking as though pondering their next move. He stood from the sofa and rested his hands on his hips.
“Men can't get pregnant Severus,” Harry instructed.
“They can,” Severus replied with an incredulous look. “Magic does not discriminate between sexes, Harry.”
“Impossible,” Harry whispered. He felt no difference. He was not, could not, be pregnant. Narrowing his eyes, he gave the man his fiercest look. “What sort of joke is this? Its not funny...”
“Harry,” Severus said standing. “I assure you, I am not jesting. You are giving off two magical signatures which indicates the presence of a pregnancy. I must admit, I should have foreseen this occurring...”
“Foreseen? How?!” Harry's temper was reaching a boiling point. Eyes dark with anger, he directed them at his lover.
“I had forgotten,” Severus admitted looking rather pale – well paler than normal, “to cast the contraceptive spell the evening we...”
“There is a contraceptive spell?” Harry was baffled as he collapsed into the sofa. “So there was a chance I could get pregnant...and I was unaware of it yet you never once spoke of a contraceptive spell.”
“I did not think it a possibility you were unaware of a wizard's ability to become pregnant,” Severus argued.
“I was raised by muggles Severus,” Harry growled. “In the muggle world, men are incapable of getting pregnant.” Pregnant. Harry groaned and continued his lecture, “You should have said something you bloody--,” he was interrupted by the nausea that jolted his stomach, “--git,” was all he managed before he was dry heaving over the floor. His forehead broke into a sweat. Severus knelt beside him and once more soothed him with a gentle hand. After the waves of nausea subsided, he turned to his partner. “Pregnant Severus...” he rasped with disbelief while his throat protested. “I...I can't do this.”
Severus grasped him firmly and pulled him to stand, “You can, Harry. I will be there with you,” the man's eyes danced with ferocity to his cause. “First, we must brew you the proper potions,” Severus began to mumble to himself as he went through his stores softly cursing his lack of ingredients. The tall wizard continued to talk to himself as he searched through the cabinet causing Harry to break into a fit of laughter. Severus turned towards him, gazing at him as though he was off his trolly, but Harry could not stop the laughter as he let it run its course.
Leave it to him to have an entire organization demanding his death and if that was not enough, he went ahead and got himself pregnant. Harry bent over and laughed until he was crying which quickly led to bouts of whimpering. Severus was beside him, holding him as he let his emotions stream out of him like a broken dam. Harry felt like he was quite literally going mad. Looking up at Severus, the man sighed and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.
“It is the hormones, Harry. They will cause your moods to become erratic,” Severus offered before letting him go and once more searching his stores.
“How could you forget?”
Severus turned to him with a look of bemusement. “Forget what exactly, Harry?”
“The spell,” Harry asked as he read the man's expressions. Severus had frozen and paled much like before.
“That,” the man started before his sentence broke and his eyes looked away, “was a miscalculation.”
“A miscalculation or a mistake,” Harry pried. “Do you mean to say that you had forgotten entirely, Severus.”
Severus glowered at Harry before returning to his previous activities, slicing and then powdering ingredients. “I was overcome by my...desire...and did not cast the spell.” Harry tip-toed his way behind the man and slipped his arms around the muscular backside. “It is incomprehensible that I could be capable of such an error...”
“I know Severus,” Harry pressed a small kiss to the man's back. “I'm sorry. This was both our doing and it was inconsiderate of me to lay the blame solely on you.”
Before he could say anymore, the man had turned within his embrace and lay firm hands upon his shoulders. “You do not comprehend what I mean to say, Harry. I was so lost to my desire for you that I disregarded all sensibility.” The man seemed wrought with frustration. Harry saw the conflict dancing in his love's fathomless eyes. It was the same conflict he was facing.
“Is that the reason for your staying in this room day after day for the month we have been here?”
Severus let out a deep breath before turning away once more. “I am undeserving,” the older wizard whispered to himself as he threw a bit of powder into the bubbling cauldron. Harry could have missed the words as they were so softly spoken that they could have easily been carried away with the wind, but he had not. Stepping forward, he turned the older man towards him and set a questioning gaze on the dark-haired wizard.
Pressing the palm of his hand to the man's cheek, he smiled, “It was you who reminded me that we were in this together, Sev. Before we can overcome this obstacle, we need to understand that we deserve each other just as much as we deserve this relationship. I am undeniably in love with you, so please do not discourage the only one that I can rely on. I need you...Sev.” Though the potion's professor's face remained without expression, his eyes said to what comfort those words had given.
Severus helped Harry to the couch as he began to feel the waves of nausea once more. He was handed a small mint candy before the older man began another brew of several ingredients. “We will need a vitamin supplement and vomit-be-gone potions. If Shacklebolt does not send word by the end of this week, I will contact Poppy. You are in a delicate position,” Harry gave the man a soft glare but Severus ignored him, “and it is vital that we have her secure the safety of you and the child. While male pregnancies are common, they are often fragile and especially complicated. We will need to check the magical growth of the uterus.”
Uterus. Harry nearly lost the candy from his mouth as it hung open. Somehow, that word being uttered by his fear-inducing lover seemed outright illegal. Oh gods, he really was pregnant. The reality once more shocked him into a sort of comatose state as he sat there, neither sucking or chewing his minty treat. It had helped, however, settle his rebellious stomach and for that he was truly grateful.
“I will need to collect a few ingredients,” Severus announced as he slipped into his traveling cloak and began to walk from the room. Harry followed after the man on legs that felt oddly like jelly. He half walked, half stumbled after his lover as they made their way to the sitting room. “I will be gone only an hour,” Severus said as he turned to Harry. “You should lie down. You are no doubt exhausted from your ...activities...” the older man said referring to his large bouts of vomiting. The sudden departure through green flames left Harry feeling oddly nervous. He was a powerful wizard, but he feared for the loss of his lover.
Making his way to his room, Harry decided that as suggested, a nap was in order and hoped that his stomach would settle enough to allow him that small grace.
o-o-o
Severus made his way through Diagon Alley, searching for the ingredients required for the numerous potions Harry would require. His mind was in disarray as he traveled through the streets. He had hoped that his mistake of their passionate interlude just after the party would not result in a pregnancy. He internally berated his lack of control or conscious thought towards protecting against such a future. He was entirely at fault. A child. His and Harry's child. It was enough to make his stomach churn with an unrivaled fear. There had not been a time in his entire existence that he had been less at a loss for how to proceed.
Severus threw open the door to one of his main stores of choice. The man behind the counter acknowledge him with a tip of his head before he began to receive his order. Severus listed the several items in haste while his hands shook against his biceps as he tightly bound them over his chest. He did his best to control his face but the tremors persisted. Cursing his thoughts, he took the items and rushed, without care of the eyes watching him, to the apparate point. He refused to risk staying longer than necessary.
When Severus arrived back at the cottage, having used his tracking charm to locate Harry and his location, he was satisfied to find his young lover slumbering in their bedroom quarters. The unruly black hair splayed out every which way on the ivory-silk pillow and sallow eyes were highlighted by the young wizard's unnaturally pale complexion. Harry looked frail and that thought alone sent a pang of guilt straight into Severus's heart. He would have noticed earlier if he had not been out-right avoiding his young lover after their relocation.
He had allowed his emotions to control his actions. Feeling Harry's adoration misplaced, he had set out to distance himself. He had known he was wrong for such an act as he had promised Harry in their passion he would make his every effort to stay beside him. He had failed greatly and the consequences of such an act had come right out to 'bite him in the arse' as the popular muggle saying goes. Harry looked like he had suffered from a long bout of sleep-deprivation. His young lover had been unwilling to share his struggles and Severus could only blame himself for it; Harry was obviously dealing with a great deal, but Severus had failed to notice or give his support as promised.
o-o-o
By the time Harry roused from his sleep, night had settled into the room. Rising, he looked about the room to find it empty of the lover he sought. Throwing the bedding from himself, he left the room with surprisingly weak legs. He had to rest at the door frame for a moment before continuing. The fire danced in the hearth as he made his way into the sitting room. Severus stood immediately after hearing him enter.
“You must be hungry,” the older wizard said before conjuring a tray with food. “I prepared this earlier. If you think you can hold it down, please eat. I will have the potion for the nausea and vomiting finished by tomorrow.” Harry smiled as he sat down and nibbled at the meal. He was surprisingly not hungry and so he only ate a little before relaxing back into the furniture. “You should attempt to eat a bit more, Harry. That is very little for your state,” the man encouraged with a gentle tone that surprised Harry.
“I can't,” Harry replied. “I'm not really hungry.”
Severus looked about ready to argue, but instead, curtly nodded before banishing the tray away and replacing it with a small tray of tea. “This herbal tea is mixed with a vitamin supplement. You are lacking in iron so I have infused a greater iron content into it.” Harry listened to the man with a small smile at first that grew wider as the older man continued to ramble, “It will help with your complexion and lack of energy. The child is likely taking a great deal of your nutrients as well as the creation of the necessary organs needed to continue the pregnancy. It is likely that your body is lacking a great deal as you have gone several weeks into the pregnancy with very little,” Severus finished in a rather professional tone. Harry was laughing by the completion. Severus looked rather bemused by his sudden outburst but said nothing.
“Thank you Sev,” Harry finally managed as his giggles settled into shallow breathing. He began to drink the tea, relishing the minty flavor, and enjoyed the closeness of his lover. He leaned against the older wizard, letting out a deep breath. “I can't say that I'm entirely okay with the idea of being pregnant, but there isn't much to be done about it now.” Harry rested back against the couch, his body relaxing with the warmth of the tea now spreading through him. Silence followed his admission and whether it was due to the fact that there was little reply that could be given or because the man was left speechless, Harry was not sure. However, somewhere in the minutes that passed, he fell into a deep sleep, his cup being scooped up before it fell by one Severus Snape.
o-o-o
When Harry began to rouse once more, he heard the faint sound of voices from beyond their shared bedroom. He felt the familiar rush and clench of his stomach and quickly headed to the lavatory before he could vomit. He had barely made it before the heaves begun, but after a few moments of hugging the toilet bowl, he was finally able to calm his stomach. Leaving the room, he heard the steady hum of voices and made his way towards them.
“Where is the boy?”
“Asleep,” Severus's voice was saying. “I gave him a mild sleep potion in order to restore his body. I fear the pregnancy has drained him,” he heard the man nearly whisper as he came to just beyond the sitting room.
“I must see him, Severus. I cannot diagnose the stage of pregnancy or its current state if I do not see him,” a woman's voice replied sternly. “I am very disappointed that you did not educate him. It is a very difficult time as well as he is in greater danger as he has gone so long without intervention. There is a great many complications in a male pregnancy. The formation of the uterus...”
“I am aware,” the deep baritone cut in sharply. “It is the reason I contacted you and disregarded orders by the minister.”
“I will keep this information private,” she replied softly, “but I must see him to determine the progress and if there is any danger.”
Harry chose this moment to surface. Poppy stood with a look of frustration alongside a very stoic potion's professor. The man did, however, have clenched fists at either side of him indicating his frustrated state. The medi-witch immediately came towards him, her wand withdrawn. “Mister Potter, I need to check the pregnancy and your vitals. It would be best if you were lying down,” she said as she ushered him back towards the room. Harry did not argue, for he knew it was of little consequence to the older witch, and obediently made his way back to the bedroom.
The medi-witch immediately waved her wand over him, her eyes reading through every signature her magic gave way to. She jotted a few things down onto a piece of parchment before turning towards the taller wizard who stood just beyond. “It is better than I expected,” she finally said with a small smile. “It would seem that he is a bit malnourished and sleep-deprived, but otherwise both he and the child are in good health. I will run a few more tests, but I will give you a list and be back every few weeks to check on the progress.”
Harry closed his eyes tightly as he fought the sudden dizziness that overwhelmed him. So without a doubt, he was pregnant.
“He is in his sixth week,” she began, “so it is still a bit too early for the gender identification, but the uterus has formed splendidly and all of his vitals are quite good though you will need to give him a potion for his low blood pressure. If you should need me, I am only a Floo call away.” The medi-witch then turned towards Harry. “Mister Potter, it is essential that you hydrate and eat meals in small volume throughout the day to help with the bouts of nausea and lack of appetite. I do not know the details of you situation at present but I will expect nothing less than perfection on your weight readings when I next see you. I have informed Severus of my expectations in his educating you. You are not to use magic in excess as it can put strain on your body. You are not to lift beyond two stones,” she continued in an authoritative voice, “you are to remain active within means but it should not exceed normal day chores. If anything should happen, you are to contact me immediately. Is that all understood Mister Potter?”
“Yes madam.”
“Any questions?”
Harry hesitated and looked to Severus who gave way to no emotion. “How do male wizards give birth?” The question hung in the air as she pondered her answer.
“Magically,” she said simply. “It is a process that requires a medi-witch to be present in order to remove the child. Usually, we wait to intervene when the contractions begin, however there have been times when we are forced to begin the process before. I will give you all the related information throughout your pregnancy; however, I will leave a book in your care on the process of a wizard pregnancy and expect you to read it as much of this information is essential for someone of your situation.” She gave him a small smile, “and congratulations.” With that she gave Severus one last look before departing. Harry was left with the weight of what had just transpired. Before he could get too far into his thoughts, he was handed a series of potions.
“Two sips of the vomit-be-gone,” Severus instructed, “and three of the vitamin supplement. I have labeled them accordingly. The other potions are to be used with discretion as they are not required unless you give way to symptoms.” Every word sounded professional and unattached, as if this pregnancy was his own and not also Severus's. Harry sighed deeply before taking the prescribed potions.
o-o-o
Two days had gone by and it felt like Harry was no longer in control of any of his emotions or his body. While the potions had helped substantially, he was still unable to rid himself entirely of his nausea and lack of appetite. Harry had become accustomed to the fact that he nearly lost all of his urge to do much other than sleep. Severus had been much more attentive than Harry was use to, so the idea of having the man literally at his beck and call made him rethink anything he spoke out about. If he even mentioned a draft, the older wizard was rushing to the window and closing it with a force that nearly broke it twice before. When he whispered to wanting water the evening before, Severus had startled him with a cup to his lips an instant later. He nearly drowned in water. To be honest, the overly attentive potion's master scared Harry worse than the infuriated version did.
Harry stumbled towards the bathroom and lost his footing on the way. He was scooped into strong arms and saved from a face plant to the floor. The older wizard nearly shouted as he gathered him up to himself. “Are you feeling ill? Should I get you another dose of the vomit-be-gone?”
“No,” Harry reassured the man with a wave of his hand. “Just needed to use the lavatory, Sev.”
“I will escort you.”
“To the loo?” Harry bubbled with laughter as the older wizard's eyes darkened with frustration, “I am quite capable of taking myself to the loo. For Merlin's sake, stop being so bloody overbearing!” Harry brushed the taller wizard off and continued towards the lavatory. Before he could reach the door, his arm was yanked suddenly but gently backwards.
“Are you mocking my concern for you, Harry?” Severus questioned angrily. “Is my attention for you really so unwanted? This child is both our responsibility.”
His temper flared. “Responsibility? Is that what this is to you Severus? A mere responsibility?” Harry rounded on the older man with an anger of his own. “Forgive me for imposing on your good will. I did not realize that this was something that you felt responsible for!” Harry left the room with the heavy words hanging between them. He stormed through the cottage and throwing caution to the wind, left the safety of their safe house. He traveled through the grass barefoot, his speed unmatched in his anger. He would have believed Severus to follow, but when he finally turned, the man was no where in sight and neither was the cottage they occupied.
Suddenly, the weight of his rash decision left him wandless and barefoot in a location he had little information about. Harry shook away his anger and sought out the cottage. He was sure he had left from this direction. It was so dark, he could barely see a few feet in front of him. The night air bit at his lightly-clad form. If he had his wand, he would use his Lumos to see his way back.
It suddenly dawned on Harry, stopping him mid-stride, that more than likely the cottage was under a concealment charm. Cursing his recklessness, he continued forward in hopes that Severus was already searching for him. The darkness was disconcerting as he walked steadily and ignored the thumping of his heart. Why did he have to let his emotions control his actions? Now he was out here in the middle of nowhere looking for a cottage he was sure to be invisible to him.
The wind whipped violently at his body, cold air nearly sending him over. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around himself to stave off the cold air though it did very little. It was bloody freezing. Where the bloody hell was Severus?! Sighing, Harry looked about to get an idea of how far he may have come. The moonlight barely lit the landscape as it was much too high in the sky to do any good for his current state of darkness. Finally, throwing away his pride, he called out. “Severus!”
The silence that answered struck him to his core. He waited several long moments before calling again. When no answer came, his fear sparked. If he had his wand, he would be a bit more comfortable. He knew a few wandless spells, but if it came to defending himself, he would be at a disadvantage. Ice-cold fear made his stomach feel heavy and his heart increase in beating.
When his arm was grabbed, he let out a gasp that was soon muffled into a warm chest.
“Are you a bloody imbecile?!” the harsh voice was amplified by the quiet surrounding them. Harry wrapped his arms around the older man in apology. “The astounding idiocy of you! I should think we were well beyond these childish antics, Harry,” the older wizard lectured as he pulled Harry towards the hidden cottage. They entered and he was immediately wrapped in a warm blanket and forced down onto the sofa. “Your increasing adolescent behavior astounds me. You not only endangered your life but the life of our child!” Severus was towering over him. Harry felt the shame taint his cheeks, and he found it increasingly harder to look the man in the eyes. He was right of course. Harry was an idiot...a bloody idiot. The tears came before he could stop them. He let his head drop.
“You're right,” Harry whispered. “It was badly done. I am sorry.”
Severus huffed slightly before taking a seat beside him. “It was certainly an ill-conceived notion to leave the protection of the cottage, but I cannot deny that it was as a result to my inability to communicate the truth behind my actions,” Severus let out a small sigh before continuing, “It was not a responsibility I felt towards you and our child. I merely wish to express my support and...love...through said actions. I concede that it was overly done,” Harry raised his eyes to the older man who was unnaturally awkward, “but understand that it was not a responsibility I felt. I....love....adore you Harry. Though it was unexpected, I am truly honored that you would father my child.”
Harry was smiling by the end of the man's speech, and his tears of shame had quickly turned to tears of happiness. Throwing his arms around the man, he pressed a passionate kiss to his older lover that instantly deepened with a resounding groan. Severus pulled him, bringing him to straddle his lap and trailed his mouth down the curve of his jaw and length of his neck. His shirt was raised by eager hands that teased his flesh and heightened his arousal.
He rubbed himself against the answering hardness between his legs, moaning as jolts of pleasure ran the length of him. It had been so long – too long – since they had coupled, and Harry found he was growing rather impatient as he tore at the man's offensive clothing. Severus seemed to understand as he vanished their clothing away and carried Harry to their bedroom.
A hot mouth trailed over his every curve, and Harry was nearly driven mad with desire. “Just fuck me already!” he groaned as the man's mouth tasted his nipple and teased it with his teeth. Harry moaned loudly as shudders of pleasure wracked his form. Severus smirked as he pressed another kiss to the pert nub before pulling out the lubricant from the side drawer. Slathering his length with a generous amount and thrusting two fingers inside Harry, he prepared them for the main event. Harry writhed with unrestrained lust as each pull of the man's fingers teased the magic spot inside him. “Gods,” Harry rasped, “need you...so bad...”
His mouth was immediately covered by the older wizard's as the large length replaced the fingers in an effortless exchange. Harry gasped which transformed almost instantly into a moan as he was filled to capacity. The pace was fast and hard as each thrust sent him arcing backwards in pleasure. He needed the man like air as he gasped and moaned with each sound thrust. The end came too soon for Harry's liking as he shuddered and came between them. Severus continued for several long minutes before succumbing to his own.
With a quick spell, they were rid of bodily fluids and luckily so as the resounding voice echoed the cottage. “Fire call for Mister Harry Potter. Fire call for Mister Harry Potter.” Jolting upright, Harry quickly spelled his and Severus's clothing on and rushed with a very noticeable waddle to the sitting room.
“Mister Potter,” Kingsley face levitated in green flames. “Step into my office. I apologize for the late hour.” Harry immediately went through the Floo, happy beyond belief to see the minister's face. He gave a small gasp as he sat with the soreness but hid it with a feigned yawn. Severus eyed him as he took his own seat. “I hope I did not interrupt anything...”
“Our business had only just finished,” Severus replied with an expressionless face. Harry coughed in his surprise but did his best to recover quickly.
“We have arrested many individuals at many of the locations we have found in connection with the organization. They call themselves the Reborn Death Eaters...not terribly clever might I add. It would seem we have recovered all the missing hostages,” Harry held his breath, “alive.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “However, the leader and Viktor Knocktool remain at large. We are currently searching several leads on their whereabouts but it has yet to turn any results. I suspect that they will have little power to do anything should they try with most of the organization in Azkaban, so I can say with much confidence that you may return to your posts. I will emphasize your caution however. It is still not clear how they infiltrated Azkaban, but we believe we have the traitor in custody.” Harry was more than relieved to hear they could return to Hogwarts but the reality that Knocktool and his leader had somehow managed to remain hidden did concern him. He was not going to hide forever, so it was only natural he would return to Hogwarts.
“When can we return?”
“Tomorrow,” Kingsley replied evenly. “I have spoken with the Headmistress, so you may return to your posts starting the day following. I cannot express my gratitude in your continued cooperation.”
“Thank you sir,” Harry said sincerely. He turned to the man beside him and noticed that Severus was rather stiff and emotionless. Deciding not to dwell on it, he turned back to the minister. “If there is anything more you need my cooperation on, do not hesitate to ask it of me.”
“Becoming part of my auror team?” Kingsley asked with a mischievous grin.
“Anything that would not require a profession change,” Harry smiled kindheartedly.
Kingsley laughed, “Well then, I shall keep it in mind. Thank you for meeting at such a late hour. I suspect you have much to do in preparation of your return, so I will allow you to take your leave.” Severus stood with a prompt bow and pulled Harry with him towards the Floo. Kingsley gave them the appropriate name and they returned to the cottage.
Harry was eager to pack but a hand on his arm stopped his progress. Turning to the older wizard, he gave the man a questioning gaze.
“I think we should reconsider our return to Hogwarts,” Severus finally said after a long moment of silence.
“Why?”
“With Knocktool still free to do as he wishes, it would be too dangerous in your current state. I should think it a better idea to remain hidden.”
Harry shook his head, “No. I am finished hiding. I cannot hide forever, Sev.”
“Until the child...”
Harry cut the man off with a firm voice, “I want for the safety of our child as greatly as you do, Severus, but I refuse to remain in hiding to do so.” Harry breathed through the sudden emotions now threatening to take hold. “I need something to occupy my time. I am going bloody mad in this cottage. If I don't get out of here soon, I fear I may just lose all sensibility.”
Severus watched him with an anger that surprised him. “I will not endanger our child.”
“My life has always been in danger,” Harry argued boldly. “I have not spent one day without danger lurking around the corner. I refuse to allow that to dictate my every move. I need my friends...my life back because without it, I feel empty. I love you and spending all this time together has been wonderful, but I need my job and my friends...and everything that occupies my day. I cannot sit inside a cottage day in and day out for the sake of making myself a little safer.”
“You are insufferably stubborn,” Severus said in exasperation. He pinched the bridge of his nose before finally collecting their items with a wave of his wand. “Do not make me regret this decision to indulge you. If I could cage you, I should think I would be very content indeed.”
“Didn't know you were so kinky, Sev.” Harry snarked as he pressed a small kiss to the man's cheek.
TBC...
Hope you all loved it! I will be a bit busy this next week but I'll try to update as soon as possible!
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