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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

While it was the fact that Amos Diggory was married that kept him from wanting to bond with his soul mate, it was the fact that Frank was a married man that gave Mary Macdonald doubts. The thirty nine year old woman had dealt with too many bad relationships in her life because of her fairytale notions. It wasn't as though she hadn't dated married men before but she hadn't gone into things knowing they were married! Mary huffed as she walked around her shop organizing a set of dolls in a dollhouse that were charmed to move around and talk. For some reason, the little girl kept putting the baby in the toilet while the mother was throwing things at the father. No real parent would want that sort of thing for their little girl so Mary pulled out her wand and set about fixing them. Seconds later, Lily Potter walked down the aisle with a frown.

"Will you at least think about it, Mary?" Lily asked pleadingly. The redhead had been the one to sit Mary down to have a long talk about soul mates, Soul Bonds, the situation with Frank and Alice, as well as everything else. Mary had been none too pleased. Her soul mate was already married to someone else! "I'm not asking you to marry, sleep with him or anything! It…"

"'Doesn't have to be romantic'. I heard you the first time," Mary said irritably. That didn't mean she necessarily bought it. That was just what people said so they wouldn't hurt others feelings. Mary knew what a soul mate was. A soul mate was the person who completed another human being. Their magic, and everything about themselves, fit perfectly with that person's. The Soul Bond would only strengthen that! They would be more connected than ever. Soul mates were meant to be lovers because no one else could possibly be closer to that person! Whoever claimed that nothing romantic was required to take place had obviously been married to someone else when he or she had mentioned that and had only said it as to not worry their spouse. But Mary knew better! Her soul mate was married and that hurt. It was the most disappointing bit of news Mary had ever heard! To have found her soul mate and he already belonged to someone else! This was the material of tragic love stories. Mary didn't even dare to meet the man! They would fall madly in love, consummate their relationship and, in the end, his wife would find them out, demand Frank have nothing more to do with her then, out of obligation to the woman he had already promised himself to and their son, he would abandon her forever.

"But you don't believe it," Lily said dryly. "Look…Just…This could help him so much, Mary! I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't important. You could really help this man out, Mary. And his son! Neville's been without his parents for sixteen years. He's missed sixteen years of his own life, of his son's life…You would be doing a really great thing by helping him out. If I could do it myself, I would in a heartbeat. Just…Will you at least think about it?"

Mary sighed heavily, tears filling her clear blue eyes. She sniffed, cleared her throat, and tossed her short brown hair over her shoulder. It would be a very brave thing to do, wouldn't it? Going out, putting her life into a very unknown branch of magic, all to help a poor man who had been lost for so long. Then, just as he gets better, they begin to fall in love. It would end tragically for her, of course, because of the wife. Poor Frank would be torn for so long but, eventually, the life he built with his wife would come first, from some sense of duty and responsibility that made her love him all the more.

Maybe she had been reading too many romance novels but the idea of being such a tragic heroine was inspiring, though a bit terrifying.

Maybe though, just maybe, Frank's love for her would outweigh everything else. Maybe she would get to have her soul mate all to herself! For if Frank was her soul mate, surely Alice had her own. They would love each other dearly but, as they got to know their soul mates, they would realize that it just wasn't meant to be, part amicably, ease their son into the transition, and be the best of friends for the rest of their lives, so very happy for each other in their newfound bliss.

That sounded much better.

"Oh, we'll see, Lily," Mary said in exasperation. "But if this ends badly I'm blaming you! You'll owe me ice cream, sad music, and all of the other cures for heartbreak and devastation."

"I always do, don't I?" Lily teased, though she found it hard to get into. She loved Mary to pieces, like a sister, but she was so dramatic sometimes! Lily had been there for her through every hard relationship and would do so if she decided to fall in love with Frank. Lily was hoping she could talk sense into Mary before anything drastic happened though. She didn't want her going into this just to be hurt in the end. "I'll let you borrow my copy of Magical Bonds, alright?"

"So I can read up on what some married man wrote about soul mates hundreds of years ago?" Mary asked, raising an eyebrow. "No thanks."

"It might be useful," Lily reasoned.

"Okay, but I don't promise to convert to your way of thinking," Mary said, putting the finishing touches on the dolls in the dollhouse. The sister was cuddling her baby brother, the older brother was petting the dog, and mother and father were snuggling on the couch in front of the TV. Much better.

"Harry? Hey, Harry, wait!"

Potions had not gone well for Harry. The fumes of the potion they were brewing today had him nauseous. Being the prick that he was, Snape wouldn't just let him go to the bathroom when he asked! It took Harry actually vomiting into his cauldron, causing violent orange sparks to fly out of it and all over the room for Snape to deduct fifty points, yell at him for his carelessness, and send him away. He had been walking to the infirmary when another bout of illness hit, sending him ducking into the nearest lavatory in the dungeons. He had only just stepped out, taking a few steps towards the staircase, when a voice called out to him.

Turning around, Harry saw that it was a young girl he barely recognized. Astoria Greengrass, Daphne's fifteen year old sister and one of the girls who had found Hermione. She had been checking on Hermione with her older sister after breakfast that morning. The girl's honey blond curls bounced as she ran up to him, her vibrant blue-green eyes sparkling merrily, plump pink lips stretched into a wide grin, exposing pearly white teeth. She was a very pretty girl, more so than her homely older sister, and was not that much shorter than Harry. He couldn't help but notice the latter as she bounced into a stop in front of him, unable to stop from wishing he was a bit taller and average height for a guy his age. He should be towering over these girls, not meeting nearly eye to eye with them.

"Err, hi. Astoria, right?" Harry asked.

"Right," Astoria giggled. Her face turned bright red before she stammered on. "You…You're really g-good looking, you know."

"I…What?" Harry asked in surprise, blinking. This was very strange and random. "I am?"

"Of course," Astoria replied shyly. "I…Uh…I really like how you're wearing your uniform!"

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked down at himself. He hadn't been feeling all that great that morning so he hadn't paid much attention to his clothes. They were wrinkled, his shirt was only half tucked in, his robes were half hanging off of his shoulders, the buttons of his shirt were out of order, and the ties of his shoes were knotted and twisted, hardly looking as though they had been tied right at all. He didn't even want to know the state of his hair but he had a feeling it was worse than usual. For a moment, he wasn't sure if she was making fun of him or not, so he tugged at the sleeves of his robes and eyed her curiously. "Err…Thanks?"

"I'm being so silly, aren't I?" Astoria laughed. "You'll have to forgive me. But surely you understand how hard it is for a girl to be smooth around incredibly handsome boys."

"I…Well, I guess," Harry said, glancing up and down the corridor. Was this some kind of joke? "What are you…?"

Astoria giggled and shook her head. "You know, I heard you're really good in Defense."

"I do well," Harry replied in confusion.

"Yes, I believe it. You seem like you'd be good at a lot of things," she said with a grin.

Harry blushed, mind flickering to his last meeting with Snape in his office. He wondered what Astoria would think about that. "Thanks?"

"So…I was thinking…since you're so…brilliant…and powerful…and talented…That…maybe…you might want to tutor me?" Astoria suggested hopefully.

"T-tutor?"

"Yes!" Astoria said. "I heard all about the D.A. you did in your fifth year. Everyone says you made really good marks on your Defense OWL. I would really appreciate all of the help I could get."

"Oh…Well," Harry said awkwardly. He hadn't spoken to Astoria much before now and thought this whole thing was a bit strange. He had girls flirt with him before. Being famous could do that to you. The Slytherins, though, tended to leave him alone. While his prejudices against the House were dimming, somewhat, he still found it hard to believe that Astoria could be serious. This had to be a prank of some sort. Only, for some reason, the girl seemed sincere and Harry almost believed she might actually be interested. He wasn't too sure how to feel about that, either, though.

"I could always do something for you in return," Astoria purred. "Like…tutor you in Potions, maybe?"

"Yeah, I don't do so well in that class," Harry laughed nervously.

Just then, the doors of the Potions classroom opened and his classmates began walking out while the students in Snape's next class started approaching. Harry stepped back out of the way until his back hit the wall while Astoria followed until she was standing barely an inch away from him, as though stepping out of the way, as well.

"I'm very good in Potions," Astoria assured him with a smile.

Daphne Greengrass stopped in the middle of the hallway a few yards away, watching them sharply. Snape, too, was watching from the doorway of the classroom, glaring at them. Harry glanced their way then looked through the crowd for his friends. No one else seemed to notice them. Clearing his throat, he turned back to the nervously waiting Astoria. "Well…I'm in a NEWT class," Harry said, shifting his bag on his shoulder.

"Oh, I know!" Astoria said. "But I'm really good. I'm sure I could look through your book, figure it out, and be able to teach it to you better than Professor Snape. He doesn't explain things very well."

"No, he doesn't," Harry replied with a smirk, glancing in the direction of his soul mate. Those black eyes flashed dangerously. Harry wondered if he had heard or not.

"So?" Astoria asked.

"So?"

Astoria giggled again. "So, is it a deal?"

"Well…How bad are you doing in Defense?"

She obviously hadn't been expecting this question. Astoria blinked in confusion then blushed. "Oh…umm…Bad. Terrible, really. Nearly failed last year and…Well, Professor Black…He doesn't teach much, so…Well, I just know you're really good and…Well…What do you say?"

"Well…I suppose it wouldn't hurt," Harry agreed uncertainly.

"Great!" Astoria exclaimed breathlessly. Then she threw her arms around Harry's neck and kissed his cheek. Harry was too surprised by this to react properly, only looking around in a panic to catch a glimpse of Snape's murderous expression before he stormed back into his classroom. "Thank you so much!"

"Errr…You're welcome. We can meet by Si…Professor Black's office tomorrow night. I'll show you a room where we can practice," Harry offered. He might have given her instructions for the Room of Requirement but, maybe, showing her the first time would be easier.

"Alright! See you then!" Astoria said then waved as she walked away. Daphne, who was still waiting in the hall, followed after her. Daphne looked concerned and kept shooting Harry dirty looks but, as a giggling Astoria whispered to her sister, she slowly relaxed. Harry shook his head as he watched after them and rubbed his stomach as it twisted up again. He turned to look towards the lavatory door, considering going back just in case, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

"Harry!" Grace exclaimed. "We need to talk."

"About what? Don't you have class?" Harry asked, eying Snape's classroom.

"It can wait!" Grace exclaimed, tugging on his arm to pull him farther away from the line of her classmates that were walking towards the door or stalling in the corridor. He was pulled into a corner by his anxious and annoyed sister who was tugging on her dark red hair. "I found out who my soul mate is…"

"You did what?"

"Found my soul mate."

"But…I…But how?"

"Well, I stole your cloak and snuck into Snape's office a while back…"

"What?"

"I really wanted to know!"

"Why does it matter? You're thirteen! You can't do anything about it!"

"Well I could! You did it without Mum and Dad…"

"I was seventeen!"

"But still. They wouldn't have to know…"

"Grace! What does it even matter?"

"I just want to do it! I want to know and you got to do it!"

"I'm legal!"

"Yes, well, it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! I'm telling Mum and Dad!"

"If you do, I'll tell them you're shagging Snape!"

"How do you kn…I'm not shagging Snape! That's disgusting, Grace!"

"Well, you don't seem to think so, do you? If you're shagging him anyway,"

"I am not!"

"Don't lie! I overheard you talking to Hermione about it!"

"When?"

"During the holidays."

"Goddamn it, Grace."

"Yes, well. No one has to know if you can shut up."

"If I find out you've told anyone, Grace, I swear to Merlin…"

"I won't tell if you won't! I swear! I didn't even want to argue with you about this!"

"Then why the bloody hell did you bring it up?"

"Because I wanted to tell you to leave her alone!"

"Leave who alone?"

"My soul mate, you prat!"

"Don't call me a prat!"

"Astoria's my soul mate and she's hanging all over you. I don't like it!"

"You…Wait, what?"

Grace glared at him, glanced around, then stepped closer. "The parchment said that…Oh, here it is!"

She reached into her robes and produced a bit of parchment with the words 'The soul counterpart of Grace Lily Potter is Astoria Xenia Greengrass'. Harry stared down at them then glanced in the direction that Daphne and Astoria has walked off in and then down at his little sister.

"You barely even know her, Grace. You're not dating or anything," Harry replied, shaking his head and handing the parchment back. "Haven't you been boy crazy since…well, forever?"

"Yes! But Astoria's still my soul mate and you can't have her! You have your own," Grace snapped. "You shouldn't be dating anyone else when you're still taking it up the arse from Snape anyway!"

"Grace!" Harry hissed. "Don't talk like that."

"Why not?" Grace asked. "It's true, isn't it?"

"Well…He could be…"

Grace burst into laughter. "Yeah right, Harry! Can you imagine Snape taking it up the arse?"

Well, now he could. Harry could imagine himself shagging Snape. He did deserve a shot on top, didn't he? Something wasn't quite right about Snape bottoming, but Harry still deserved to try it. Not that he could even ask. He already knew how that conversation would play out.

"Why are you even worried about my sex life?" Harry asked, a bit disturbed that his sister was speaking so obscenely.

"I'm not! I'm just saying," Grace said.

"Well, don't," Harry said.

"Just leave her alone, okay? I'll have to talk to her eventually, I guess," Grace said thoughtfully.

"I'm not dating her!" Harry snapped. "She needs a tutor!"

"Well don't tutor her in the things Snape's teaching you," Grace teased.

"Go to class," Harry spat, shoving her lightly towards the direction of the Potions classroom.

"Oh don't be mad, Harry, I was just joking!" Grace called out, rushing after him.

"Just go away, Grace," Harry said in irritation.

Grace frowned and stepped back. "Right. Well I am sorry. I was just teasing. I don't mind if you tutor Astoria."

"As if you could stop me," Harry replied coldly.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Grace teased, backing away towards her class.

"Bloody…irritating…little twerp," Harry muttered, turning away from his sister and jogging upstairs. He didn't even get halfway up before he was turning around and darting back towards the lavatory.

An hour before dinner, Sirius Black was lounging in the chair behind his desk in his office. It was one of the slower days Sirius had had since starting his new job. A lot of his female students and coworkers had taken a liking to him so they found excuses to come see him in his office. He had spent most of the afternoon having the adolescent cleavage of Lavender Brown, Morag MacDougal, Megan Jones, and Padma Patil shoved in his face while they asked him ridiculously stupid questions about the lessons and their homework. Then he spent an hour discussing how he liked his new job and suffering other idle chit chat from Aurora Sinistra. His popularity was a bit surprising but he didn't mind so much, as it reminded him greatly of the good ole days when he was a student here.

For the past half hour, though, he had had nothing to do but grading the homework he had assigned a few days ago but it was a mind-numbing job. Why on earth had he agreed to this job? Teaching wasn't his calling at all. It was great being around the young ones, though, especially looking over his godchildren. It wasn't as if he had much to do back home. He had never really come across a career path that really spoke to him then the missions he had been in for the Order were becoming fewer and far between. He definitely liked having a better excuse to stay away from Remus. While he might be willing to venture out to the shack once a month for the full moon, he definitely needed to spend some time away to clear his head. Something was strange between Remus and himself since the whole soul mate thing had come up. Staying away had to be for the best.

Because Sirius remembered having strange thoughts when he was a dog. Thoughts about actually kissing Remus! How odd. This bond was positively screwing with his head.

Hearing his Floo flare up, Sirius glanced towards the fireplace, half expecting to see Lily or James. What he didn't expect was to see the face of Kingsley Shackelbolt. "Hello, Kings," Sirius said, setting down his quill and pushing away Hermione's essay. He hadn't even understood half of the words she had used. Teachers shouldn't have to have dictionaries open to read their students' essays. "What can I do for you?"

"It's Auror business," Kingsley replied grimly. "Have you had contact with your brother recently?"

"Regulus?" Sirius said in surprise. "You sure that's Auror business?"

Kingsley raised an eyebrow. "Last I checked he was still a wanted wizard, Sirius."

"Yes. I also know that he's your soul mate," Sirius said with a smirk.

Kingsley glared at him. "How did you know about that?"

Sirius shrugged. "Tonks apparently saw your results. She told Remus. Remy told me."

"Well, then, yes, I need to speak with your brother," Kingsley said.

"Too bad. I haven't seen him since I was a teenager. Or heard from him, for that matter," Sirius replied. "He lived in my parents' house when I was in Azkaban and he had already run off by the time I was out."

"And you haven't heard from him since?"

"Not a word," Sirius said, holding up his hands.

"Do you know anyone who would?" Kingsley asked.

"Not really. Maybe some of his old Slytherin friends but I couldn't really name any."

"Of course," Kingsley muttered.

"Though…" Sirius said. "He may have tried to keep contact with Snape. But I dunno if Snape would have agreed to that."

"Of course. They used to be intimate, didn't they?" Kingsley asked.

"Intimate? You mean did they shag? Yes," Sirius replied with a snort. "I reckon Regulus fancied himself in love with the git for a while. But Snape doesn't love anyone. According to James and Lily, Regulus got his heart broken and ran off. That was shortly before the Ministry decided to go after him."

"And you think Snape will have contact with him?"

"Now, I didn't say that," Sirius replied. "I still say there's a small chance. But considering how things left off…I really dunno, but that's the only name I can give you."

"Alright then. I appreciate it," Kingsley said.

"If you don't mind my asking, what do you intend to do with my brother?" Sirius asked.

"Obviously, I'll either have to arrest him or bond with him. I'm not sure which it'll be just yet," Kingsley said with some amusement.

Sirius chuckled. "Yes, well. Good luck finding him."

"I appreciate it," Kingsley laughed. "Oh, and Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"You and Remus don't be stupid for too long, alright?" Kingsley said seriously.

Sirius blinked in surprise. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"You know what I mean. Just know that more than just you two will get hurt if you don't wrap your head around it soon enough. It's bad enough Tonks is in the situation she's in because Remus is in denial. Course she's just as dense for falling for someone like that," Kingsley replied.

"Now, now, there's nothing wrong with Remus," Sirius said with a frown.

"Only the fact that he's in love with someone else," Kingsley said. "I know I shouldn't be in your business, but I figured you probably needed to hear it. I have to go now, though. If you hear anything about your brother give me a call."

"Yes, alright," Sirius said, blinking rapidly as Kingsley's head disappeared. He slumped back into his chair, looking around his quiet office. "What the bloody hell is with people these days?" he finally muttered, shaking his head. Then he picked up his quill and went back to work.

Blaise was ready to go to dinner but the moment he realized his best friend wasn't there to walk with him, he knew exactly where to find him. Irritation took over as he veered off the usual path to the Great Hall and, instead, headed towards the infirmary. Daphne and Astoria, who he had walked with, called after him but he ignored them. He was growing too furious to bother saying anything. He had a very bad feeling about this and, if he was right…Blaise really didn't know what he'd do if he was right.

The time he stepped off the first staircase, he was practically running. Blaise ran straight through a group of Gryffindors and didn't stop to listen to their complaining. Then he slowed down when the door was in view, doing his best to catch his breath as he approached. He was still panting, though his pulse had slowed down, by the time he reached it, glaring inside to where Hermione was lying, still unconscious, with Draco and Ginny waiting by her bedside. Instead of the mournful, terrified looks most of her friends had when visiting her, Draco and Ginny were all smiles. They seemed more focused on each other than anything else. It had been that way for far too long.

Blaise leaned against the doorframe and watched them for a few minutes. Madam Pomfrey bustled around the room, checking on Hermione then going over to feed potions to Jack Sloper, who had broken his arm in Quidditch practice, then checking on the two other patients, third year Hufflepuffs who had given each other the Vanishing Sickness. One was missing both arms and a leg while the other was missing both ears, their nose, and all of their fingers and toes. Blaise hardly paid them any attention. He, instead, watched Draco and Ginny. They never noticed him. They didn't notice anything outside of each other while they touched, whispered and laughed.

He had never hated Draco so much in his life! Draco had Hermione. She may be a Mudblood, but she was his soul mate! They had slept together. Draco cared about her. Yet, here he was, trying to have Ginny, too. Ginny belonged to him! He, at least, cared about her. He really did, even if she was a blood traitor. He had had his eye on her since last year but all of the time spent together this year had intensified those feelings. They were meant to be together. But Draco was scared and that little git thought that he could get away with going after any girl he wanted to keep his mind off the one he really cared for. Draco was just using Ginny! And she didn't even see it.

It hurt. It hurt more than the wizard cared to admit. Especially when he felt so invisible around them.

"Doesn't seem quite right that anyone should be having so much fun around sick people," Blaise said dryly, approaching them.

Draco and Ginny looked up in surprise. Ginny immediately grinned broadly at him. "Hi, Blaise!"

He hated the way his heart fluttered, the way his anger began to dissipate. It just took one look at Draco with his hand on Ginny's arm to bring it back.

"Something wrong?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Blaise replied coldly.

Ginny gave him an odd look. "Umm…Do you two need to talk?"

"I don't think Draco wants me to talk to him," Blaise replied, voice tight.

Draco looked surprised and confused. "What's going on? Did I do something?"

"I'm not sure why something would be wrong if you hadn't done anything," Blaise said sarcastically.

"Remember the other day?" Ginny said. "We don't need to fight around Hermione."

"What happened the other day?" Blaise asked.

"Oh, Draco and my brother got into it here the day Hermione was brought in," Ginny said.

"Hey, it wasn't only us! If I recall, you were involved, too, missy," Draco said, leaning over to bump against her.

Ginny grinned, though the muscles in her face twitched like she was struggling not to. "Was not. I was only…Trying to referee things."

"That was Potter's job. You were furious, Weaslette."

"Was not!" Ginny said, shoving him. "I was a saint."

"You were turning into a right harpy!" Draco teased.

"Are you two done flirting yet?" Blaise spat.

"What?" Ginny said.

"We're not flirting!" Draco said quickly.

"I'm not blind. You two might be in denial but I know what I've been seeing," Blaise snapped.

Ginny opened her mouth then closed it and looked to Draco. "I…Er…I haven't been meaning to flirt. If we have been."

"We haven't," Draco said.

"You have," Blaise argued.

"Is there any trouble?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking over at them.

"No, Madam Pomfrey! Everything's fine. Just having a friendly chat," Ginny said.

"Hmph. Don't go causing any problems or I will ask you to leave," she assured them.

"We know the drill by now," Draco said, giving her a salute.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a skeptical look then went back to work.

"You and Draco can figure out whatever it is later," Ginny said.

"We'll talk later tonight, yeah?" Draco asked.

"That depends on you," Blaise told him. Lately, Draco would be out until curfew and did homework until bedtime. There was little time to spend with him these days, unless you decided to hang around Draco and Ginny. They always made it hard to be around them, though. They got so caught up in each other that it left everyone else feeling like a third wheel or, in larger groups, as if they weren't even a part of things. They had their own little world. Blaise envied Draco for having that with her. He had never wanted to be Draco more than he had lately.

Draco looked confused again. Blaise snorted.

"So…Did you come all the way out here to start a fight or did you want to see Hermione?" Ginny asked, glancing uncertainly between the boys.

"I came to get Draco for dinner, actually," Blaise replied.

"Oh, well, I was just going to take it in here. With Ginny," Draco said slowly.

"Maybe I'll join you then," Blaise said determinedly.

Draco didn't look too keen on this idea but Ginny lit up. "Great. Pull up a seat, then."

Blaise smirked triumphantly as the blond practically pouted. Ginny didn't seem to notice a thing. She, honestly, seemed pleased to be spending time with the both of them. Maybe Draco didn't have nearly enough of her as he thought. There was room for hope…Still time to sneak in and get her away from the Malfoy heir.

Dinner didn't go well for Harry. His stomach had been settled for the last few hours but his illness returned with a vengeance at the sight of a creamy yellow-white colored soup that resembled his vomit from earlier. The smell of the chicken was also doing something weird to him. He barely got in a few bites of bread before he was running out of the Great Hall to the nearest lavatory. The very idea of going back to dinner had him sick again. After he had thoroughly washed his hands and his mouth out he, instead, walked towards the infirmary. This stomach bug was out of control now. Madam Pomfrey must have potions for him.

He saw Ginny sitting with Malfoy and Zabini around Hermione's bed then smiled and waved to her when they met eyes. She beckoned him over but he shook his head and jerked his thumb in Pomfrey's direction. Ginny mouthed "Oh," at him and nodded then returned to her conversation with the Slytherins. His smile faded as he glanced over the spot he had been near with Ron the other day when he had gotten sick and he remembered Ron's words.

"Still sick, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up as Pomfrey came to stand beside him. "Uhh…Yeah. Been bad."

"Well, get in a bed, I'll look you over."

Harry nodded and chose the bed farthest away from everyone else. He really did not want anyone overhearing this conversation. Ginny looked at him in concern, but he shook his head, hoping she would stay where she was.

"Umm, Mada…"

"How long as this been going on, Mr. Potter?"

"A few days," Harry replied. "I was wond…"

"Did you eat anything strange? Taken any foreign potions?" Pomfrey asked, pulling out her wand.

"No, I don't think so," Harry replied. "I just…"

"There is a stomach bug going around that might be it. I have just the…"

"Madam Pomfrey, can men get pregnant?"

Author's Note: So just so everyone knows, there is an mpreg warning and there will be mpreg at sometime in the story. If you don't like it, I apologize, but it is what it is.

Thanks to my reviewers: Madamdragon, Sashi, and unneeded!

To Sashi: I'm glad to hear that! thanks so much :)

Thanks to my lovely beta Dani for being awesome-sauce :D
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