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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH11 AN: Book_addict_89, thank you so much for liking Advances so much! I'm really incredibly humbled that you think so much of it. And I hadn't really put Harry's “You're not calling me Mum” in there for humour, well other than to create a bit of levity, but glad you liked it. So, I take it that the six vignettes I intend to write for this story will be met with approval?
Thunderbird, glad you're full of Feels! Harry, in my story, may never reconcile what James did. After all, as much as he loves the idea of having parents, he doesn't have them and doesn't really understand that love. But, of course, James IS his Dad so he wants to be proud of him – like in canon he felt a burst of pride when people said he was like his Dad until he saw Severus' memory, then it made him feel bad. And, as for the pond … read on.
Phoenix-rob, thank you for liking this. There is a way to go before Severus will admit aloud what he feels, even if Harry has already done so.
Oh, and minor point, but Harry is carrying a pup. It becomes a cub once it's old enough to change at the full moon and not poop itself. Gross, I know. It will never be mentioned in this story, but it may be in one of the vignettes, if I ever get round to writing them!
And, to celebrate my cat putting on a ton of weight (yay!), I am posting this right now! SP
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Chapter 11 – You Are A Time Bomb Ticking Away
“How the fuck did you find us?!” Hermione snarled, glaring at the pale faced Ron who had suddenly stepped into view.
“I-I heard you speaking on Christmas Day. The Deluminator thing Dumbledore gave me, it let me hear you speaking, just that one time. You and Harry. He said my name and then you said you were going to the Forest of Dean. I've been wandering around since, looking for you both.” Ron stared at the two wands still aimed at his face and swallowed. He had known it was going to be tough coming back, but he hadn't expected to be on the receiving end of their wands.
“Well, you've found us, now you can run away again,” Hermione said coldly.
Looking as though he was once again vomiting slugs, Ron said softly, “I-I'm really sorry. Both of you, I'm really sorry. I don't know what's been wrong with me...”
“I do,” Hermione snapped, “It's called assholitis, and you had a terminal case.”
“I want to help,” Ron said desperately, chest beginning to heave, “just, let me help.”
“Fine. Jump in that lake and get the sword of Gryffindor.”
Not surprisingly, Ron gaped at her. “Are you mad?” he asked.
“Snape,” Harry said the name deliberately and saw the way the other man recoiled, “put it in there so we can be all Gryffindory and get it. Neither of us wants to, and well, you're here and you just said you want to help. So, jump in.”
Unsure whether he was being made a fool of or not, Ron looked into the lake. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, “it's really in there!”
Hermione rolled her eyes, and then gaped as he began stripping out of jumper, t-shirt, trainers, socks and jeans. She hurriedly averted her eyes as he got down to underwear but he thankfully stopped before stripping naked.
Taking a deep breath, Ron poked at the weak spot where the ice was cracked and leaned in. The sword, despite being left in the shallower part of the pond, was still out of reach and he was forced to dunk his head and shoulders in to give himself the extra reach needed. He resurfaced, panting. “Nearly had it that time,” he gasped. “Bloody thing's caught on some weeds.” Without allowing himself too much time to think, he shifted and jumped in.
The splash hit Harry and he leapt back. “Fucking hell that's cold!”
A few moments later there was more splashing and the sword emerged, held by a shivering but triumphant Ron. Harry grabbed the sword, then reached back down and used his enhanced strength to pull up the soaking man.
The red head looked a little shocked at how easily his slender friend had pulled him up, but he said nothing. Instead he shook himself and quickly bundled his clothing back on, teeth chattering.
“S-so that c-can de-destroy hor-horcruxes?” he asked, rubbing his jumper clad arms.
“Apparently,” Harry said. He looked at Hermione, whose eyes had softened slightly seeing Ron so miserable.
“Let's go to the tent. You need a hot drink,” she offered and began leading the way.
Once inside, Ron sat in Severus' chair which made Harry growl a little, but he forced himself to let it go. It wasn't the other youth's fault the werewolf was missing his mate.
Hermione made them all a drink, handing Ron a tea, and giving Harry a mint tea. The red head raised his eyebrows.
“Mint tea?”
Sighing, Harry hadn't wanted to break his news quite so quickly, but then, if Ron couldn't accept that Harry was pregnant, it was better they knew now. “Yes. My stomach gets upset really easily because I'm carrying a pup.”
Ron stared at him, not understanding what was being said. He looked at Harry, as though expecting to see a dog suddenly sitting in the other man's arms. “What do you mean?” he demanded.
“I'm pregnant, Ron.”
“Oh, don't be fucking stupid!” The red head yelled, making the two listeners wince and miss, even more, the far quieter man who had sat in that chair earlier.
Hermione huffed loudly before speaking, in that slightly prissy tone both of the wizards hated, “He's not being stupid, Ronald. In case you've forgotten, he is a werewolf, and werewolves have different bodies to us. He and Professor Snape made love on Christmas Eve, and now Harry is going to have a werewolf pup.”
“They … on Christmas Eve? Did you listen?!” Ron shrieked.
“Of course not!” Hermione growled. “But it was obvious they were going to be intimate, and so I gave them some privacy.”
Feeling embarrassed, and at the same time pleased that Hermione had called it love making (because that's what it felt like), Harry smiled at her. He turned his attention to Ron, who had put his cup down and was clenching his hands into fists. In a chair, Harry sipped his herbal tea, enjoying the way it made his stomach stop roiling quite so much and made the wolf purr softly. He was very grateful to the wolf. Although he knew the creature was simply a part of his mind, it really felt like the animal had placed his head next to Harry's belly and was purring, letting the sound and vibration calm the baby. The wolf had done it frequently since Harry had become pregnant, and it really helped.
“You'd better tell us now if that's a problem, Ron. I won't put up with snide remarks or nasty comments about Severus or about the pup.”
Looking like he wanted to be sick, Ron swallowed convulsively. Finally, speaking with great care and deliberation he said, “I don't like you and Snape being together. It's disgusting. And it's just wrong that you are pregnant.” He looked at Harry with tear filled eyes, “It's wrong, Harry. You're male. You should never have children like that. You should be married and have proper children, not werewolves.”
“It's never going to happen,” Harry replied, staying calm. He was angry at Ron's comments about his relationship, but it was better to know. Plus, he appreciated Ron's honesty, rather than having to put up with passive-aggressive mutterings. “I'm gay, in case that wasn't blindingly clear. I'm never going to marry some witch and have kids. Even if I did, they'd still be werewolves because I'm a werewolf. You don't seem to really believe that about me, but I really am.” He drained the last of his tea before going on. “You might think it disgusting that I love Severus and have sex with him, but I do love him. And I want this child so much. We both do. There's been too much misery and suffering in our lives, and we both deserve a fresh start. Severus deserves all the happiness in the world. And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he is happy!”
“He cut off George's ear!” Ron shouted, jumping up.
Harry had been about to leap to his mate's defence but the witch shot out of her chair instead. “No, Ron! It was an accident! I asked him yesterday. A Death Eater was cursing George and so Professor Snape aimed a spell at him, but he missed and caught your brother.”
“Oh, come off it!” Ron snarled. “That's his fucking excuse?”
“If he'd wanted George dead, he'd have been dead,” Harry snapped, eyes yellow. He had risen too and was standing, hands tight in fists, glaring at the red head. It had been so peaceful without Ron, and now he was back everything was tense again. “It was chaos that night, remember? It would have been no problem to kill George. Even fucking Moody died! He saved George's life!”
“So I should be grateful?!” Ron's voice rose hysterically on the last word. He held his wand and it was sparking slightly in his anger.
“Yes you fucking should!” Harry roared. His fingers were held out, no longer in fists, curling slightly into a clawing position. Maybe Ron hadn't noticed, but Hermione had, and she looked frightened.
“Harry,” she said softly, “his brother was hurt. We know it was an accident, but still, it was his brother. May be cut him some slack?”
Drawing in a large lungful of breath, the black haired man shuddered and consciously forced his hands to relax. His yellow-green eyes were fixed on the red-head carefully, nostrils flaring slightly. Inside him the wolf was growling and snapping at Ron and yet, at the same time, it seemed to be circling Harry's stomach, protecting their child.
Harry let out a long breath and sat on the arm of his chair, one leg swinging lightly. “So,” he said conversationally, knowing he was about to provoke a reaction from his former-friend, “we destroyed a horcrux over Christmas. What did you get up to with your family?”
“I – what? A horcrux?! But … how?!” Ron gasped, eyes wide.
He slumped back into his chair, his eyes wide and flicking between the other two. He seemed incapable of speech and just gaped at them until finally Hermione began talking. Quickly and competently she told him the story of what had happened, of how Snape had told them about the fourth horcrux, and seemed to know the location of another. And now, with the sword, they could, at last, destroy the locket. With a glance at Harry, who shrugged, she finished, “And I think you should break it. After all, you were the one who got the sword out.”
Ron had shaken his head and argued that he wasn't strong enough; that part of his anger had been fuelled by the horcrux; that he was afraid of what would happen if he faced the piece of soul that was trapped inside it... Hermione had simply glared at him and, when he had run down, handed him the sword and told him to stop being pathetic and to get on with it.
Freckles standing out on his face, Ron had gulped and finally accepted the weapon. Unhappily curling his fingers around the chain of the locket, he had left the tent, moving as though to his own execution. Harry had followed, having had an idea about how to open the jewellery.
When they returned, Ron was shaking and even paler than before. However, the horcrux was destroyed, and the unique piece of jewellery damaged. He vanished into his bedroom and could be heard sobbing.
“What happened?” Hermione asked.
Harry had given Ron some space to take out the horcrux, but he had still seen what the dark soul had tormented the red-head with. “The damn thing fought back.” He said softly, eyes going to the closed compartment where muffled cries could be heard. “It showed him all the things he could have if he kept it alive; and all the things he'd lose if it was destroyed.” He cleared his throat. “One of them was you,” he admitted, “the horcrux told him you didn't really love him, but it could make sure you did if it wasn't got rid of.”
Hermione shot a quick glance at the bedroom, aware of Ron's distress, which seemed to be quieting. Hopefully he was falling asleep. “Well, it couldn't promise that. He didn't believe it, did he?”
Harry shrugged. “I don't know. But I try and think about how I'd feel if the thing had promised me Severus... I don't know if I'd have been strong enough to end it.” He gave her a look, and there was some werewolf mixed in, “I'm not saying you two should get together, but, he was brave today. And that's got to count for something, right? It's got to at least partly wipe out the way he walked out?”
“Hmph.”
There was silence now from Ron's room. For a few moments the two friends let the quiet enfold them and bring them peace. Sighing, Hermione broke it, “Are we going to see Luna's dad next?”
“I suppose that is next.” He felt almost resentful of Dumbledore – giving him this stupid mission and so little to go upon; just follow one clue to another and hope it led somewhere. He could almost understand why Ron had left. Not that he was happy about it, but at least the tension that Ron had caused before seemed to be easing. However, Harry wondered if Ron was aware of what he'd lost by running out on them.
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“Oh, so you regretted it almost at once, did you? Why didn't you come back?”
Ron sounded ashamed and embarrassed. “I never knew where we were staying. You'd always led the disapparation and I'd never bothered to find out actually where we were, so when I left I couldn't just reverse the spell and return, as I didn't know where to send myself to!”
“What's going on here?!” Harry demanded. He had gone out to collect his Wolfsbane potion on January 2^nd, and come back to find the two he had left snarling at one another.
“I was asking him,” Hermione sniffed disdainfully, “to explain himself. After all, his return was rather action-packed.”
“And he has?” Harry asked carefully, not looking at the other wizard who seemed to be close to tears.
“Oh yes,” again a sniff. Hermione could have given Petunia Dursley a run for her money with that damned sniff. She waited until Harry had lowered himself into his chair and was soothingly stroking his stomach before continuing. “Apparently he left us and went to Shell Cottage, where Bill and Fleur live. He decided not to go to The Burrow as he was fully aware of the wrongness of his actions and how they would be viewed by his family. However, he didn't return at once, despite claiming to want to, because apparently he never bothered to learn where we had actually been staying; he'd just relied upon me to do all the work!”
That bit Harry had caught when he had returned, and he thought that that might have been about the worst possible thing Ron could have admitted. To just rely upon Hermione without pulling his own weight was simply showing her what her future would have been had she chosen him.
“Did you get the Wolfsbane?” she asked, seeing no sign of it, but knowing he could have shrunk it.
“Yeah. Severus left me a message warning us to not go into Hogsmeade as there are charms up to warn the Death Eaters if anyone apparates there.”
“They didn't go off when you went to the Shrieking Shack?” she asked, worried.
“No. Apparently, when Severus was helping put the wards up, he 'forgot' that bit. He did outside, but not the inside. After all, he knows I'm the only one who does apparate into there.”
“Does he know?” Ron asked, looking like he was trying not to be sick, “About you being … you know, I mean?”
Appreciating that Ron was, in his own small way, trying, Harry nodded. “Yeah, he knows. He told me to be careful and left a note for the wolf too, telling him to make sure I take good care of myself.”
The red-head looked confused. After all, he was less used to the idea of the wolf having its own separate identity, but Hermione smiled before making Harry a hot drink. When she returned with it, Ron was asking if Harry knew the gender of his child yet.
“It's just over a week since I got pregnant!” Harry cried, grinning, “Thanks, Hermione. No, Ron, no I don't know. And if I can talk the wolf into helping me, I won't know until he or she is born.”
“I know it's only been a week, but have you been thinking about names?”
Blushing, Harry nodded. “Yes. I've got some ideas, but obviously I want to talk to Severus too.” He sent a look at Ron. “I'd like it if the child had our surnames, or is that not possible? You know about wizarding law, what is the law regarding same sex relations?”
Feeling pleased to at last be of use, Ron said, “They're not illegal, but a same sex pairing can never Bond like Bill and Fleur did. Mum told me once about a pair of women who lived together. They adopted an orphan after the last war. At that time it was just so chaotic and so many families had been ruined that the Ministry was happy for any magical couple to adopt, or so Mum says, anyway. I don't know about the name thing. It's up to you, I guess, to give the kid whatever name you wish.
“But I never heard of a same sex couple having natural children.”
“Yeah, well, when have I ever done anything normal?” Harry asked, not too bitterly. Despite the pain of becoming a werewolf, it had still be an incredibly lucky thing for him.
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CH11 AN: I was surprised no one commented on Ron's imminent return after chapter ten. After all, I had put it in that Harry said Ron's name, immediately followed by where they were going to be. And I AM trying to sort of follow Deathly Hallows. Anyway, Ron has returned (grr) but is slightly less of a douche!
CH12 Preview: Listening to Xenophilius going on about the Deathly Hallows amused Harry. They had quite enough to be getting on with chasing down horcruxes without going after bloody Hallows too. Although, if he did truly own Death's cloak of invisibility, then he was one step closer to being the Master of Death. He didn't want to master Death, well, other than to tell him to fucking leave Severus and their child alone, but he didn't think it would be likely.
As it was still the Christmas holidays (just), Harry had expected to see Luna pottering about, and had been disappointed not to. It had taken the wolf growling for him to wake up to the fact that something was desperately wrong.
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