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Hurt & Healing	By : slytherinfighter2011 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, They belong to J.K. Rowling, i just like to play with them. no money is being made from this story, this is purely for my own enjoyment

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“Now, Harry would you like to explain to me how you found yourself pregnant.” She asked, knowing the shock that would appear on his face.

“H-h-how.” He sputtered looking at her and blushing lightly.

Narcissa wasn't as mad or as cruel like her sister Bellatrix as many people thought her out to be, she wanted a big family when she was young and pregnant with Draco. But at the birth of Draco there were compactions that didn't keep her from trying to have more children, it was just best if she didn't try only because the Healer had said that if she did try that it only lead to heartache. “Let's just call it a mother's intuition, Harry.” When really it was him wrapping his stomach like a concerned mother would, “Let me guess Harry you didn't know that two wizards could get pregnant?” He shook his head and blushed in embarrassment again. He cleared his throat, and then sighed, “I kind of ran out on Madam Pomfrey after she told me, and I've been here ever since.” He said clenching his eyes together again because these hormones that he was having were causing him to cry more than what he was truly use to doing, he'd much rather be drinking and wallowing in his sorrows. “Will you tell me who the other father is Harry?” She asked already assuming that it was Severus, as she petted his unruly hair down. “Severus.” Harry whispered in a strangled tone.

She whispered quietly into his ear, shushing him like he was a little child. It brought comfort where all had been robbed from him recently. It was almost as if everything had been tore away from him and his world was crashing around him. Voldemort had taken everything from him basically before the final battle, between the two of them, but at least Harry could semi live in peace right now, besides the papers being nutters with lies and half-truths of what really happened during the second war. Narcissa wanted to tell Harry that Severus was still alive, but she couldn't say. She could only give the boy the slightest possibility that he was, since Draco had been the one that burned the Shrieking Shack at the request of Severus before his passed back out.

Narcissa knew the man's request to let everyone continue to think he was dead, because he never thought that he would survive this second war, right now he was still alive just in a deep coma, where he could sometimes call out Harry's name. She wanted to tell Harry he was alive, but that would mean breaking a promise to a dear friend. All she could do was hope that Severus woke up soon, but she somehow doubted that he would wake without the young man and his unborn child near. Love had always been the key to many things in life, sometimes people never saw the power of what love could do until it was too late. She continued to hold the crying young man in her arms, knowing just how the hormones made her feel when she was pregnant with Draco and how they could be making Harry feel now. But that was not all that Mr. Potter had weighting heavy in his mind, he had the death of the loved ones he'd lost recently in the last three weeks.

So she believed he was a possible wreck with everything that was going on, she was tempted to offer him a place to stay with her and Severus, not that Harry would know at least she hoped. She knew he needed a mothering touch right now, and she knew that the Wealesy's and recently also lost one of their sons. Her heart ached for them, even if the Weasley's and Malfoy's had never got on well. She also figured that everyone was a bit busy to see how Harry was fairing with everything, “Harry, would you like to come stay at the Manor with me?” She asked knowing there would be a high probability that he would say no, and she would be okay with that because of everything that happened there to him and his friends, namely that muggle born child who had her arm craved into at the hands of her sister.

Never thinking that Narcissa would ever invite him into her home freely, and since he had been taken prisoner there as well as Dobby died helping him escape from there. He closed his eyes trying not to think of all the bad things that happened there, because it wasn't as if he was ready to tell his friends about him and Severus or even the baby, and he didn't wish to be alone at least not really. There was so much that he needed to sort through and get done at 12 Grimmauld Place, before he could even make it livable for him and his child to live in, as well as his godson. Even if he did take her up on the offer there was Andromeda Tonks to worry about because he knew that she didn't get along with her sister very well, and if he was to see his godson in Narcissa's home. Narcissa was going to have to try and make things better with her sister. Harry bit his lip and pulled back from Narcissa embrace to look at her. “If I do take you up on this offer, there's just one thing you have to do for me, please.” He looked at her almost pleading before she would ask him. Because he didn't know how her reaction would be, because he figured things were very unsettled between the two of them.

Narcissa looked at Harry rather confused, and then asked, “What would you like me to do, Harry.” He looked and sighed, “You have to at least try to make amends with your sister Andromeda.” He braced himself for an explosion of anger and resentment. “I wouldn't ask if it wouldn't be necessary, Narcissa. But she's the grandmother of my godson and I want to be a part of his life unlike my own godfather who was wrongly accused of something he didn't do and be a part of my life, and when he was he wasn't able to be a big part of it, then he was taken just as fast as he had come into my life by your sister Bellatrix.” He spoke hoping to make a case of why he needed her to do this; he just hoped that she would accept to his terms, before he agreed to accept her invitation of living with her for a while.

Narcissa had always wanted to let her older sister know that she thought of her as brave for doing what she had done, following her heart instead of being arranged with someone you may never love. There were times Narcissa was worried if she would ever find Lucius Malfoy attractive, well because he was much like their striving to the top son was today, but Draco was finally realizing not everything was gained in such away his father had achieved it. Her sister was also disowned by the Blacks, but there were none living other than the two of them, this made her heart swell as why they were still living like this. Plus Harry was now the Head of the Noble House of Black due to Sirius making him his heir, “I will give it a try, Harry for the sake of your godson.” Harry nodded in his thanks, but now the only thing was how would she speak of this to her husband.

Back at the Malfoy Manor a very injured man deep in a coma, being tended to around the clock house elves and healers swore to complete secrecy about the man's identity. Potions of his own creation being poured down his throat just to keep him alive and fighting the infections that he still had from being left in the Shrieking Shack, not to mention the venom that still was in his system even after three weeks since that blasted snake had bit him. He knew there was an outcome that he would not survive this war, and he had expectations that he wouldn't, but when Albus thought that he needed someone to confide in and choosing Harry Potter his bane of his existence to be that person made his slightly frustrated more that Albus wanted him to kill him. Those days of that year were the hardest possibility that he'd been through over the years that Potter had come to Hogwarts. But he always held by his promise that he made on the grave of Lily Evans would be to protect Harry the best that he could.

Although his angry for James Potter clouded his judgment of Harry the first time that he ever seen Harry inside the walls of Hogwarts might have been very rash in his opinion now after having got to know Harry a little better. Even while Harry looked identical to James as a young boy, but after seeing and talking to Harry he was much more like his mother, sometimes after everything he had wished he listen to Albus in the first five years that Potter had been at Hogwarts instead of being quick to judge him, but again angry and grief had clouded the judgment of the poor young man he sought to take his anger and untamed grief on.

Dream/Flashback of Real Events – Severus –

“Potter what do you want?” Spoke an annoyed Severus standing over the cauldron, having been working on potions for the Hospital Wing that would more so be used on the Potter at the end of the year, like normal. “Just following what the Headmaster wanted me to do, sir.” His patience dwelling away with the seconds that passed. “Well get over here then if you must be in my presence then. Maybe it will even help you do better in potions this semester – Though I see very unlikely.” He baited Potter to say something. But Potter never did, he had just walked over like Severus had never said anything, and said, “What am I supposed to be doing, Professor?” He asked looking up at him with those glassed eyed green eyes. “Just stir this potion counter-clockwise.” Snape spoke in a stern voice as he moved over to start preparation for the next potion that he would need to work on for the Order and the Wing.

While he was doing that, he heard the potion start to boil-over, then he heard “Professor?” “What have you done now Potter?” He grounded out hoping that he could save the potion before it was too far gone. “I was doing what you told me to do, sir.” “Really had you been stirring counter-clockwise, this wouldn't have happened Potter. Now let me see your hand.” Because the potion had a bubble that popped right on top of Potter's hand causing it to be burned. Severus wandlessly called for the burn salve that he keeps close by. “That potion is ruined because of you Potter. I do hope you know how to make a wound-cleaning potion Potter, because you'll be fixing the mistake that you made because you were stirring clockwise. Which what happened was the ingredients didn't combine together like they should have with the clockwise stirring, which was causing the potion to become unstable and start bubbling and boiling.” Severus spoke to Harry in an understanding tone, this caught Harry's attention and his eyebrow rose. Sort of starting to understand maybe why Albus wanted them to have these “detentions” what really were meeting to start to get to know one another to trust one another better. The meetings were just for getting to know one another either they were for many reasons, like training Harry for the war, and Occlumency so nothing happened like in Potter's last year where the Dark Lord had trick him into believing that he had Black.

With everything that happened last year, Potter seemed more willing to learn where he had faulted in learning the previous year about Occlumency. It didn't go unnoticed by Snape that Potter had been reading books on Occlumency. Severus said nothing about it, if the boy wanted to do unless reading then let him is what he thought.

Then things faded around Severus at least inside his mind and once again left him in the darkness of his mind, where he believed he was dead, but really he was just lost within his own mind and with no way of waking up he was reliving memories he had long hoped he had forgotten, but all the memories were not all bad most of them involved Harry in some way, even if some of the memories were of when Potter made his life hell.

That was when a House Elf popped in to check in on Severus where he was trashing about when the little elf felt of Snape, his skin burned her hand and the then popped away in search of Mistress Malfoy.

“MISTRESS, MISTRESS!” The little elf yelled as it appeared, and then got wide eyed at seeing Harry Potter. “What is it Pippy.” “Mistress needs to come now, something is very wrong at the Manor.” Harry lifted his eyebrow at this, wondering what possibly could be wrong at the Malfoy Manor. “Well Harry there seems to me an emergency at the Manor that needs my attending to, I hope to hear from you again soon dear, about what we talked about and I will hold up to my end of the deal.” She smiled, but before disappearing with the elf, she gave Harry a piece of paper with the address to Malfoy Manor in case he had forgotten it. Then she left with Pippy the House Elf, leaving Harry in the night air before he felt the need to quit hiding and return to Grimmauld Place by appearing away back to it.

“Okay Pippy, now what's the matter?” Narcissa asked, “Pippy, Master Severus is burning with a fever and trashing about Mistress!” Pippy exclaimed, “Pippy, immobilized him and came to find you Mistress.” The little elf said before Mistress could speak again, “Pippy fetch Healer Stevens please, and hurry, I'll do what I know to try and bring the fever down.” Narcissa stride off towards Severus' room that he used while he stayed at the Manor. “Oh, Severus what am I going to do with you?” She whispered quietly as she pulled the fever reducer from the bathroom cabinet adjoining to Severus' room. Narcissa had never been formally trained in healing because she married so young in life and never thought about taking it up because Malfoy women didn't work, and such things. But she had once been told that she had a promising gift of healing. She sat the potion down on the bedside table and released Severus head from the spell and gave him the potion by pouring it into his throat and rubbing it for him to swallow it. Although the fever reducer did seem not the have any effect over it much, she finally released Severus from the body bind because his trashing had seemed to stop for the most part. She sat next to the bed and began talking to him, in hopes to sooth him back into a peaceful slumber.

“Harry's pregnant Severus,” His head thrashed toward her voice, like he understood her. But it was only probably just the sound of her voice that he knew as familiar. “He's a wreck by the way, he lost not only you but the real only remaining part of his family, and he had left. He's heartbroken.” She spoke softly but then heard a knock upon Severus' door, she laid his hand back down and walked over to the door and opened it. “Hello Healer Stevens do come in.” She smiled friendly at the man.
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