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Best Served Cold	By : ieatmyfeelings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12777 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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AN: I’d like to say thanks to leviosaHex for helping me work some glitches out with this chapter and getting my ass in gear lol. ENJOY!!!

Chapter 4: Revenge is a dish….

            Harry James Potter was screwed and he knew it. He had walked in on what he thought was his husband being unfaithful, had gotten sloshed with his friend, had then let said friend top him in a drunken romp, found out his husband had been raped not cheating on him, and lastly found out he had drunk his husband’s pregnancy potion. Yes Harry was screwed. As he replayed the events of that day all he could wonder to himself was if he had done something so terribly evil that the universe was trying to punish him for something.

            “Professor Potter, sir, class is over, may we go?”

            Harry was snapped from his thoughts by a second year Ravenclaw in his last class of the day. “What? Oh yeah, class dismissed.” He stammered distractedly before turning back to the essay he had been marking all class and quickly getting lost in his own thoughts again. What was he going to do? He cheated on Draco, with Snape, and bottomed…something he refused to ever do with Draco…and he had drunk the pregnancy potion which never failed…meaning he was pregnant. Harry shook his head roughly trying to get that thought out of his head, there had to be a chance that the potion didn’t work, there just had to be. With a sigh Harry stood up and walked out of the classroom towards the dungeons, the only way he would know for certain is to ask Severus about the potion. Within a few minutes Harry was standing in front of Severus’s office door feeling very much like a nervous student again. He took a deep breath, quickly knocked on the door and waited until he heard the customary “Enter” before walking in. After taking one more breath, Harry opened the door and walked into Severus’s office leaving himself alone with Severus for the first time since the fateful night.

            “Ah Potter, I was wondering when you would have the Gryffindor courage to talk with me again.” Severus said, his voice clearly amused as he looked up from the essay he was marking.

            Harry sighed as he walked to Severus’s desk and sat down in the hard wooden chair across from the Potions master. “Severus…about the other night we were-”

            “Drunk and it should never have happened and it will never happen again.” Severus finished with a raised eyebrow finishing Harry’s sentence in a mocking tone.

            “Severus…this is not why I came down here, but as far as I’m concerned it was just a drunken shag…” Harry trailed off running a hand through his hair nervously as the older man’s eyes stared into his, as if searching for something.

            “Whatever will help you sleep better at night Potter.” Severus sneered finally breaking the intense eye contact. “Now what is it you want?”

            Harry mentally shook himself to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts that had popped into his head at the question. “I want to know if there is anyway the pregnancy potion can fail. Is it always 100% effective?” Harry asked nervously, hoping Severus didn’t ask too many questions.

            Severus stopped marking the essay he had just grabbed and looked up at his former student, current friend, and one-time lover, there was something he wasn’t telling the older man. “No, it is always effective…” he trailed off as he thought, “Had Draco taken the potion that morning?” he asked quietly as the thought popped into his head; if Draco had taken the potion and had bottomed during his affair then….

            Severus’s musing was cut short by Harry’s shaky voice “No…I did.” He said before burying his face in his hands speaking the whole time. “I was running late and drank Draco’s orange juice that morning; I didn’t know he puts his pregnancy potion in his orange juice.”

            Severus stared at the man before him in absolute shock, this could not be happening, there was no way Potter was pregnant with his child! Severus found himself wondering if there was a way the potion could have failed but he knew there wasn’t. “Idiot boy.” Severus said his voice hollow as his emotions tried to catch up with his brain.

            Harry ground his palms into his eyes after pushing his glasses up onto his forehead as he took deep breaths to keep his emotions in check. “I know, Severus I’m so sorry, I will take care of it…St. Mungo’s should be able to get rid of it, or maybe there is a potion…” Harry said quietly as he warred with his morals over the decision. Harry didn’t believe in abortion but he couldn’t put Draco through any more pain and suffering than he was in already.

            Severus stared at Harry in disbelief. Never had he ever expected the Saviour of the Wizarding world to be considering aborting a baby. “Potter as loath as I am to have a child, I will not stand by and let you abort the only baby I will likely have.” Severus growled lowly, not even realizing before he spoke that he didn’t want this baby to die.

            Harry snapped his head up and stared at the blurry form of Snape. Tears swam in his eyes before he pulled his glasses back over his eyes. “Severus I can’t have this baby, Draco can’t know what I’ve done, and he will if I stay pregnant.” Harry said desperately, trying to convince the Potions Master.

            “So you are willing to end the life of a three day old fetus to keep your adulterous husband in the dark about your own unfaithfulness?” Severus sneered as he raised his eyebrow.

            Harry took a deep breath that sounded suspiciously like a sob. “Draco didn’t cheat on me…He tried to fire his assistant Greg and the bastard cast the Imperius on Draco…He couldn’t fight it off…that is what I walked in on. That is why I can’t stay pregnant…I can’t break his heart like that.” Harry whispered as he stared at Severus, his eyes begging the older man to understand and agree with Harry’s decision.

            Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to try to stem off the migraine that was quickly approaching. He had known there was something not right about the whole situation; he had been shocked that his godson would be unfaithful after being witness to his own father’s many affairs and seeing what they did to his family. Severus knew he should never have slept with Harry, yes they had been very intoxicated but Severus knew everything he had been doing. But at the time he didn’t care, he had desired the lithe young man for far too long not to act upon the situation. Look where it got him, a child he didn’t want, and a Godson whom he loved about to have his world shattered…maybe Potter had the right idea… “The old muggle proverb has proven correct in this case, Potter…Revenge is a dish best served cold…”

            “Daddy, Father, will you teach us how to ride our brooms please? You promised you would Daddy!” Sebastian pleaded with Alexander standing behind him holding the toy brooms with a height restriction charm that Draco and Harry had given them for their birthday.

            Harry smiled at his sons before turning back to Draco who was sitting beside him on the sofa in the den again dressed in sleeping pants and an oversized jumper. “Draco love, what do you say about teaching our sons to fly?” Harry asked hoping that the idea of spending quality time with their twins would bring him back to himself.

            Draco turned and looked at Harry as if he just noticed he was there. “No you go ahead. I have a head ache, I think I will take a potion and go for a lay down.” He said, his voice hollow and emotionless, the same as it had been since Draco woke up the day after his rape three weeks ago.

            Harry nodded his head with a small smile. “Feel better.” He said softly as his husband walked out of the room. Harry sighed sadly, he knew that being raped changed a person and often led to depression. Harry had hoped that Draco’s family would help keep him from becoming depressed but it hadn’t.

            “Daddy, is Father mad at us?” Sebastian asked in his small thoughtful voice after Draco had shut the door behind him.

            “He use to play with us and talk to us and hug us, now he doesn’t even look at us.” Alexander said not giving Harry a chance to answer.

            Harry sighed, his heart breaking for his two little boys who weren’t old enough to know better. Harry quickly sat down on the floor and pulled the twins into his lap. “My boys I love you and so does your Father, he isn’t mad at you.” Harry said softly as he kissed both of his twins on their foreheads as he tried to hide how much this saddened him.

            “Then why is he not paying at..atten..attent-on to us?” Sebastian asked stumbling over the big word he couldn’t quite pronounce.

            Harry smiled down at his little scholar, Bastian was always listening to conversations to try and find a new word to use but lots of the time he couldn’t say the words. “Attention Bastian…And your Father isn’t feeling well lately. Something upset him terribly and it is making him feel very sad. When someone feels that sad it is hard for them to show people that they love them. But he does still love you, both of you, and he needs our love right now.” Harry said softly hoping his children understood what he was trying to say.

            “T’inky said that Father is broken inside and it hurts him.” Alexander said sadly “Is Father broken?”

            Harry hugged his boys close as his eyes misted over with unshed tears then he said softly: “Father’s happy is broken, we just need to help him get it back.”

            Later that night Harry sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the twins’ bedroom watching the boys sleep. Draco had asked Harry if he could sleep in a different room shortly after his rape and Harry just couldn’t bring himself to sleep in the guest room, so he had taken to either sleeping on the sofa in the den or here in the rocking chair. Harry pretended to be asleep when he saw Zander sit up in bed and look over towards Harry before quietly tip toeing to Bastian’s bed and crawling in. Before Harry had started sleeping in their room he had never known that every night one of the boys would wake up and go to the other’s bed. Knowing that his sons would always have each other made Harry smile softly before getting lost in his own thoughts once more.

            Harry sighed softly as he wondered for the millionth time what he was going to do. His life was falling apart in front of his eyes and he didn’t know how to stop it. Once Harry heard Alexander snoring quietly he stood up and walked out of the room towards the den. Once in the den, he walked over to the bookshelf and cast a quick revealing charm on the third shelf, exposing a book that wasn’t there before. Pulling the large book from the shelf he carried it to the sofa before whispering in parseltongue: “I open at the close.” The book gave off a soft click and swung open; inside were Harry’s invisibility cloak, the resurrection stone, both halves of the snapped Elder Wand, and the marauders map. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Harry muttered before grabbing the Resurrection Stone, closing his eyes and turning it over in his hand.

            “Harry, sweetheart?” the voice of Lily Potter said softly.

            Harry sighed and opened his eyes, allowing a few tears to fall down his cheeks. “Hi mum.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with all the pent up emotions of the last three weeks.

            Lily smiled at her son; never in a million years would she have wanted Harry to live the life he had. When he summoned her and James the last time it was to tell them he was happy and was going to marry Draco Malfoy. Since that day Lily had watched her son gain the happiness in life he had always deserved, she saw the wedding, she saw her grandsons being born. But she had seen the last three heart wrenching weeks of his life too. “Talk to me Harry, I know what is going on, but you need to let it out.” She said softly as she stepped closer to Harry, never in all of the years after her death had Lily longed to hold her son more.

            “I’m losing him mum. I saw people do this after the war, they retreated so far into themselves that they never came back. I can’t lose him mum, the boys can’t lose him! And even if he does pull out of this I will still lose him... I was kidding myself to think I could ever have an abortion. What do I do mum?” Harry asked, his eyes pleading with Lily to tell him what to do to make it better.

            Lily watched as Harry succumbed to the emotions he’d been holding in for weeks. As Harry’s shoulders began to shake from the sobs racking his body Lily felt her heart breaking. “Shhh, baby it will be ok.” She whispered just like she did when Harry was a baby. “I don’t know how this is going to work out Harry, what I do know is you can’t hide the pregnancy forever, the sooner you tell him the better. You don’t want to get him back and then have to explain what happened…better to get all the breaking done at once.” She said once Harry had calmed down.

            Harry sighed. “What if it makes him worse?” he asked.

            “Harry, it will be easier to pull himself together once instead of him doing it, then being broken apart again and having to pull himself together again. Does that make sense?” Lily asked with a frown.

            Harry nodded. “Yeah, and I will talk to Draco soon. Thanks mum I just needed to talk and work things out.” Harry said slightly embarrassed.

            “That is what a mother is here for Harry. I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to be much help in the past. One more thing before I go, next time you’re going to do something rash because someone hurt you, remember revenge is a dish best served cold.” Lily said with a scolding look on her face.

            Harry frowned. “Severus said something about that proverb too.” he said confused.

            “I know, who do you think told him it?”
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