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Hurt & Healing	By : slytherinfighter2011 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5724 -:- 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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A/N Please tell me your thoughts on the story :D I'd love to hear them all even if they are ones of dislike, just please no flaming. :D But either way here's chapter three for you all. They just seem to keep getting longer the more I get into this story! Also like to say I don't own anything, I merely just play for pleasure with these characters and only hope that you enjoy as of what has been created.

“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.

“Now what wrong with our patient, Mrs. Malfoy,” Healer Stevens asked, “Well I really don't know, my house elf that watches over him that's quite attached to him for some reason I do not know, because if he was wake he wouldn't be this easy to work with.” She chuckled because it was the nearest to the truth that she could get, without laughing completely. “All I really know if that Pippy came and got me and told me his skin was burning to touch and that he was thrashing about in the bed and she immobilized him and I fed him a fever reducer that hasn't had much of an effect and it's one of his own.” Narcissa said explaining everything that she knew, but she didn't know why he could have this fever unless the infection got worse, or the venom that was still left in his system finally coming out and causing him fits and such. She would not know until well the Healer told her what he thought it could be or what it was.

She only hoped it wasn't the effect of the bond between him and Harry, where Harry was pregnant and needing his partner. Narcissa only hope thatAndromeda would be listen to her while plead for the forgiveness where she had been cruel out of hurt where her sister had left her behind like she had, to run off and marry a muggleborn. Although Narcissa knew that it wasn't by choice that Andromeda had left, it was because she had been disowned by her family, because of the choices that she had made. Narcissa had also made her own foul choices that made their relationship that had previously been there before Andromeda was disowned suffer as well. But Narcissa never quit caring and loving her sister, just because her sister choice to marry out of love instead of continuing the purity of the Blacks.

Had it not been for her sister's want to marry out of love and being disowned, Narcissa would have never got to married Lucius and never had Draco, because that being said Lucius had been first betrothed Andromeda, and by not wanting to marry into the Malfoy's because Andromeda thought of him as pigheaded and outright cruel to others and that she was in love with a man that made her world worth living instead of existing among other things as well. That was the only thing she got out of Andromeda being disowned, meaning if it hadn't happened her life would be completely different from what she had. Narcissa shook her head out of her thoughts about that for now, she could think about that later while writing the letter to her sister.

If it and was the only way to get Harry to stay in her home, and not make this bond pull as far as it had in the last three weeks then so be it.

Her thoughts had been running wild as she waited to hear the news this healer had to say once he was done doing his scans, “What do they say?” She asked hoping that it wasn't the bond already, but just something that she had thought of earlier like the rest of the venom in his system fighting against the anti-venom he'd been given throughout the day, or the infections fighting against the antibiotic potions he'd been given as well. “Thing is there isn't wrong with Mr. Snape, other than what we already knew. I can't seem to find anything that would cause such things.” The Healer spoke, making as what she feared it would be the bond was pulling at Severus to be near the resident boy hero of the wizarding word. She could hear Severus saying something sarcastic at the mere thought of being tied to the boy, but again if he was awake he would be upset about still being alive. Because it was Severus belief that he would never make it through this war, even while she scolded him for saying such things that was still Severus still belief and he still wasn't out of the clearing as it was. She feared if Andromeda didn't accept her invitation over or to meet on more neutral ground she would never get Harry Potter into her home, where he was undoubtedly needed at the moment to keep Severus from slipping completely way from them all. Maybe if she told Harry, but that would mean breaking her word to Severus. Blasted men they all were going to drive her to the Psych-ward of St. Mungo's if they were not careful. “Excuse me; I have a letter that needs to be written.” She bowed as she exited the room.

Now how was she going to start this letter to her sister? To a sister she had not had any contact to in Merlin knows how many years. Maybe just speaking from the heart? Or maybe sending her condolences for those Dromeda had lost in this war? She didn't know what would be better, because at this point telling Harry was getting easier and easier than doing what he asked, but either way she needed to do this for him for what he would be doing for her. Which would be bringing her family back together, even if that meant hiding the fact he could have a family himself instead of him feeling utterly completely alone like she thought he was feeling. She was sitting at her desk in the drawing room that they had, but she was still staring down at the blank paper. What was she afraid of? Andromeda rejecting her after so many years? Because she knew her sister was grieving and having to take care of her grandson of who was all she had left of her daughter. Narcissa clenched her quill and sighed knowing that she needed to try at least fill the gap so Harry would feel better if he brought his godson over.

Dromeda,

It is okay that I call you that, I hope. It been many years that we last spoke, twenty some years is a long time if it hasn't been longer. Although the years between us now, I've always felt you were still my sister in heart, even while we never spoke. I hoped that you liked the present I sent when I heard that Nymphadora was born, though I sent it under another name, I hoped that you enjoyed it then and I send my condolences to those you lost. I hope that someday soon we could meet for tea, and so maybe one day I could meet my great-nephew. Just send word if you wish to meet, it can even been on neutral ground. Everyone needs family, even if we must start again.

Always,

Narcissa Malfoy.

She looked over her letter again, and could only hope that Andromeda would not be as stubborn as Narcissa knew that she could be. She round the parchment up and held it gently in her hand as she walked out to the grounds that were just once again starting to look more lively than what it had in the last few months, she was grateful to have everything starting to get back to normal again before the raise of that madman at least in her life, but she knew it would be a while before everything felt that way again. Narcissa would usually just call a house elf to take the letter, but she figured her sister would not like having a house elf pop into her home, so she was taking it to one of the family owl to send it off. Finally reaching the top of the owlery and sighed, she never realized how long a walk it was up those stairs before, because she rarely did it. Finding the an owl that was there she walked over to it, beforehand she picked up a treat from the dish and opened her hand to the owl with a smile and let it snatch the treat from her hand and then while it ate the treat she tied the letter to its ankle and said, “Take this to my sister Andromeda, if you cannot find here take it to Harry Potter. He will make sure she gets it.” She spoke to the owl and it had hooted and took off.

Back down stairs in Severus' room he began tossing and turning like he had before with the Healer still there doing his assessment of his secret patient. Healer Stevens called for Pippy, and Pippy appeared, “Find your Mistress Pippy! I believe she knows more to his condition than what she may be letting on.” He spoke firmly to the young house elf. “Pippy will fetch Mistress for Healer.” Pippy then popped away.

“Mistress you must come now the Healer is asking of you!” She said excitedly, as she grabbed Mistress Narcissa's hand and popped her back down into Severus' room without much warning of what else that could be happening to her old friend.

Narcissa was a graceful woman, and what Pippy had done did not go over well with her and Narcissa would be speaking to Pippy later about what occurred. She knew the house elf was young, but there was no need to do as she had.

“Thank you Pippy, you may go now.” Pippy bowed and popped back out of the room at the Healer's request.

“Now Healer Stevens what is it that you require of me?” Narcissa asked looking rather innocent and confused at the same time, she could see her friend was again tossing and turning about. She had an idea as to why again this was happening. He was reliving the close bond that he had with Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, and it was because Harry was pregnant with Severus' child. She closed her eyes, she didn't want to betray Severus nor Harry trusts in this, but she was beginning to think she may not have a choice in the matter. Because Severus seemed to be getting worse in the last few hours that she had not been with him.

“Yes, I believe you know more as to what is going on with Mr. Snape than what you are letting on.” Healer Stevens spoke with his eyebrow raised waiting on what Narcissa had to say about what was occurring with longtime friend.

She looked at him with a not understanding look, but she did know what he was talking about. “You must swear you will not go to the Prophet with what I say. Because if you do, while the Malfoy name might not have the power it’s always had I believe I could still do some damage to your reputation in this world.” Narcissa spoke with a smirk appearing on her face as she spoke to him.

“I swear as on being a wizard first and a healer second that I will not speak or go to the Prophet of what you tell me.” Healer Steven said.

She nodded and sighed, “Well I do not know the full story of their relationship but I do know that Severus is bound to a young man carrying his child, but Severus doesn't know and does not wish the young man to know he's alive as of yet, because clearly Severus is nowhere out of the water. However, I do know that Severus fought against the Dark Lord, not that it wasn't known to I until the end of everything,” She said hiding the fact that she had suspension of knowing that Severus was not always true to the Dark Lord, and hadn't been for many years. Narcissa had hoped that by speaking Severus that he may help Draco in his impossible task, but Bellatrix made him do the unbreakable vow because Bellatrix had not trusted Severus, all Narcissa wanted was Draco be safe no matter the outcome.

Narcissa was also trying to keep Harry's name out of it for as much as she could, she didn't want to have to tell this man that Severus' partner was also the boy who saved us all. But it didn't seem likely that she could keep his name out of this conversion for long. “So I believe the bond is trying to call him out of this, but Severus is fighting it so he possibly can stand where he's been.” She said solemnly speaking of her comatose friend, who probably didn't wish to see the light of day again after subjecting himself to so much heartache and pain as he had. “If you'd known Severus like I had, you'd know he never thought he'd make it this far after this war, and he still hasn't made it yet. But if I know Severus he doesn't want to come back because there's nothing really left for him, expect he has a child on the way that will need him, a lover who needs him than anything right now. But, Severus is so stubborn and pigheaded it’s not funny. I know he wanted his death to mean something, but he should I want live after everything that's happened to him.” Her gaze over to the sleeping man on the bed was sad, but she also knew that Severus' life had never been truly easy. She just wanted her friend to have some type of peace in his life; even if it meant his death not that she wanted it.

“Now, Healer Stevens does that answer your questions?” She asked gazing up at him, hoping that satisfied his curiosity that he had. He nodded and turned back to his work, she excused herself from his presence and stood outside the door for a moment, just hoping Severus would wake soon enough and she could tell him everything that had been going on.

In the late afternoon close to the evening of an exciting morning for the one and only Harry Potter, it seemed that the wizardry world just keep surprising him. He would've never thought of men being able to get pregnant by their significant others. But what Harry still had yet to find out was that only soul-mates in men could get one another pregnant. It only had been less than 8 hours since finding out from Poppy, and less than for since Narcissa had found him and their talk. It was and exhausting day to say the least, and it wasn't even that late to be this tired. Although he wished he could talk about this to his friends he knew that he couldn't at least not yet and so he closed off the floor knowing that if he didn't he'd probably have Poppy and the Weasley's wondering what was going on with him. They had enough to worry about than worrying over him.

Sitting on one of the couches at Grimmauld Place, looking at the ceiling above thinking seemed to be the only thing that Harry was doing these days in the last three weeks that everything that had been going on. His eyes began to sting with tears; he had lost the only ones reminding of his days of his parents, lost his love to that overgrown snake. He made a mental note the next time he saw Neville he would have to thank him for killing that thing, it hissed in his mind. Harry was so many emotions at one time in these days, his mind and body still reeling from war, his body also adjusting to being pregnant and the hormones were driving him crazy, his grief wanted to pull him down and drown him at moments, it was hard to breath at some points while he thought about everything.

While Harry lay on the couch he was on his mind drifted off, and eyes becoming heavy and starting to close, and before Harry knew it he was sleeping, too tired to really care.

Harry's mind faded into what seemed to be this dark abyss of things, it felt like a familiar place that he had been before but he could not place why it felt like it did.

It kind of was like and outer body experience thing that he was feeling, like being in a Pensieve or like having the connection from Legilimens attached to one’s mind.

“Harry?” He heard his name called out unto him but he did not know where it was coming from, because everywhere was pitch black, “Really? Potter must I do everything for you.” The voice drawled and Harry's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, and his mouth dried to a point of unable to speak.

That was when Harry heard the voice speak, “Lumos Duo.” Harry then spun around as the lights were lit around the room and his eyes falling on the person that Harry knew that was more than likely dead, but then how was this happening if they were dead. For as much as Harry cared, it was none he was just happy and overwhelmed with joy that there sat Severus Snape, man the held Harry's heart.

“Are you going to quit you gawking, and just stand there?” Severus spoke to Harry who then started to stammer trying to find words to speak that were more coherent than what he was sounding.

“H-how? I mean I saw I watched you d-die.” His throat began to close back up as he was fighting tears back and to try to keep from attacking Severus.

“Merely passed out,--” “But my hand was on your neck your pulse was gone...” “If you had let me finish, Potter” Severus spat at the younger man. “You would've heard me to say, I had to make you believe I was...” “But still, that doesn't explain this dream or whatever it is.” Harry spoke gesturing this around him.

Severus pushed himself up from his chair, and walked over to the center of the room where the overwhelmed Harry Potter stood, he placed his hands on either one of Harry's shoulders and rubbed. “There is a connection between us both and would only allow this, Potter. It happened that night Harry.” He said leaning forward closing the gap between the two of them and kissing Harry on the lips. That was then he began to feel Harry relax against him like he had that night, everything was so overwhelming for them both, both high on stress and trying to find a calming place that could be a place of relaxing, which both had found in one another before the end of Harry's sixth year.

A panting Harry pulled back and spoke, “W-hat do you mean, Severus.” He spoke breathlessly. “I mean Potter there is a connection of sorts between us.” Severus said placing his hand between the two of them on Potter's lower abdomen. “Because of this here.” Pressing firming on Harry abdomen.

“How do you know, I hadn't said anything yet?” “It is magic, Potter. That is how.” Severus spoke down his nose looking at Harry. “It's the bond between us Harry, that's how I'm still alive somewhere in this god forsaken world.” Severus said to Harry.

Before Harry could say anything back Severus in response to what was said, he was being shaken roughly by someone but he didn't know who. “Harry, Wake up!” Harry groaned not wanting to wake up but he had no choice it the matter. That's when he saw Ron and Hermione standing above him over the couch. “How the hell did you all get in here?” He spoke rather upset because he just wanted to be left alone, even by his closet friends who were basically his family.

Harry sat up on the couch looking at the clock he had used to replace Mrs. Black's portrait after having torn it down out of a fit of rage after the war had ended. He'd only been asleep an hour or so possibly longer, so that made him wonder how long they'd been as work to break down his wards he had around 12 Grimmauld Place. “So, how long did it take you to break down my wards?” He spoke with a glare wondering what they wanted and if Poppy and contacted the Weasley's wondering if they'd seen him. “And why are you here?” He asked. Harry had been pushing his friends away since the end of the war, and that was only because he wanted time alone, and he really needed that time alone now since finding out he was pregnant. Harry pulled his legs up against his chest and wrapped his arms around them, waiting on an answer from either one of them.

His mind wanted to wander way to what had happened while he was asleep, but couldn't let him seem to off because of Hermione would pick up on something and know something was truly wrong with him expect what was already, why he'd ran from Pomfrey earlier today and the grief that had ridden him since the end of everything. “We're worried about you, Harry.” Hermione said sitting on the other end of the couch. “So that's why you broke my wards?” Raising and eyebrow at his friends, “Did you even put them back up, I don't need to be hounded by bloody reporters here too.” He cursed about the stupid reporters he hated them; they had yet to let up three weeks after the war.

“Why does it matter if we broke the wards or not, Harry.” Ron spoke, “We're you are your best friends, you know those people that stick by you there everything.” Harry wanted to laugh bitterly at Ron, “Really you wanna say that, now. You left Ron, sure you came back but you had also left and let us not forget about Forth year, Ron.” He chuckled darkly; maybe he had spent too much time around Severus before going on the run with Ron and Hermione.

Ron looked down and red faced, but before he could reply back Hermione butted in, “Let's not start this again. And, why does it smell like a brewery in here Harry?” She asked gazing his way.

“What the hell Hermione? I haven't drunk in weeks, and I can't now even if I truly wanted too.” He muttered loudly and now waiting on a response from Hermione. “Why couldn't you if you wanted too?” She questioned.

“Well I happened to find out today if you must know, because I figure it's why you're here because Poppy contacted you after I ran out on her...” He paused. “I'm pregnant.” He said waiting for hollering and cringed slightly waiting for the response from either one.

Ron stood up from the chair and hollered like he knew Ron would, “YOU'RE WHAT!” And he then heard a flop to the ground of Hermione falling from the couch of having fainted from what she'd heard.
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