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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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“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.

“You heard me, Ron.” He spoke as he got off the couch and headed for the kitchen in looking for a cup of tea. Harry didn't wish to sit around listening to Ron or Hermione even though she was passed out on the floor by the couch. He heard Ron cast, “Rennervate.” On Hermione to bring her too again. He then also heard the conversation that Ron and Hermione had as he sat at the table in the kitchen. “Did I hear Harry right?” “Yeah, ya did 'Moine.” “How is that possibly?” “It's a soul-mate thing.” “Then if Ginny isn't Harry's soul-mate, who is?” He rolled his eyes at this and thinking as it might be time to fill them on everything that he'd known since Sixth Year now and everything about him and Severus as much as he'd rather not. But though he did learn something that he didn't know from Ron, that only soul mates could have children and he figured it was just in men, since he was pretty sure that he wasn't a female. As far as Ginny went, he hadn't felt anything for her in a long time, hell the whole thing in Sixth Year was mostly a ruse, to take pressure off of him sneaking away to meet up with Severus because it was orders by Dumbledore for them to get over their hatred and such.

But he felt bad for using Ginny like he'd been and plus he didn't feel that way for her like he knew she did him, that was also why he told her what he had before he left to start the final part of the war. That if everything went right that they'd get back together, but that had been a lie... He hadn't planned too; he was hoping that Severus would survive the war, which was when he heard the whistle blow on the water, where he walked over to fill his cup with. He also clenched his cup, knowing that Severus was still alive but that didn't calm him a bit. Because if he was why wasn't he here with him, instead someplace else. He was still waiting on Hermione and Ron to join him in the kitchen, figuring that they'd want answers of how and why. Both answers were rather still confusing to him, because he could explain the why, but the how all he knew was what Ron had said that it was apparently a soul-mate thing.

That was as much as Harry knew, and as much as he could give Ron and Hermione if they asked. That was when he heard footsteps coming up beside him on either side, one side would be Ron whose face was a red as his own hair and for Hermione she was blushing for the fainting that she'd done. “What about Ginny, Harry you know my sister.” He bit though his teeth and Harry wanted to laugh but he figured it would only make things worse. “I feel nothing more than as if she was my own little sister, Ron.” Harry spoke “And yes I have thought about this, why do you think I haven't gotten back together with her.” He spoke, but then got interrupted by either Ron or Hermione when they both asked, “Then whose the father of that.” The pointed pointing under the table where his stomach laid.

“That is a long story, and I do hope you can stay for it, since you already broke through my wards.” Harry spoke almost chilling similar to Severus Snape.

Severus tossed and turned and sweat flared on his brow in his sleep, truly unaware of thing things going on around him in real life. He'd been this way sitting in a vast of darkness, sometimes he wondered if he was dead, or in limbo.

That was until he saw Harry, and he thought for a moment thinking maybe he was just dreaming or reliving memories again. No, but this was truly different. It was his Harry not a fragment of memory left place on his mind, but the real thing.

“Harry?” Severus called out to his Harry, and saw him gawking around like an idiot in the dark, but it was also pretty dark in the place they were. Where ever they were, because Severus himself didn't know. “Really? Potter must I do everything for you.” Severus drawled at the sheer stupidity that Potter could appear to have.

Severus took out his wand and spoke a lighting charm, “Lumos Duo.” Which Potter had spun around as the lights were lit around the room and having his eyes falling onto Severus, like he'd seen a ghost which he could understand why, Harry would think like that. Because Harry saw what had happened to him. But Severus was more trying to understand how this had changed into what his chambers looked like at Hogwarts. Although that mattered to him was that the Dark Lord was dead, and Harry was alive. Severus could also see the overwhelming feelings though Harry's eyes, the boy didn't hide how he felt well at all.

He sat there watching Harry gawking at him; it was getting rather annoying truly. “Are you going to quit you gawking, and just stand there?” Severus spoke to Harry who began 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.

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, where everything had and 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. He stood there staring into those eyes, the eyes that had haunted him for so long just because they were Lily's eyes, when he had saw them differently he would never truly recall that was only because Harry always surprised him at least once every day showing him that he wasn't just like James, like he always thought even if he was very similar looking to his worst enemy.

Severus was just enjoying the silence between the two of them, but then he realized Harry was starting to fade away, just as he was about to say some. “Potter?” He raised an eyebrow trying to figure out what was going on, then the next thing he knew Potter was gone from the grip he had around him. “Harry?” His voice whispered hoarsely as he'd been screaming, looking around now everything was gone that had been there when Potter was there. It was like Harry brought that light back, but then it was gone. Severus let his legs collapse under him, he could still smell him like he'd just been right there, but was gone again...

Severus body still finally after tossing around for the hour, Narcissa had been sitting with her friend after the Healer had left. She stood and moved to the bathroom for a cool clamp cloth for Severus, because she wasn't sure if it was a fever or just sweating like he'd been working and fighting himself. Narcissa wished she knew what she could do to help the man laying silently in the next room, the only thing that she could hope for is that Harry took her up on her offer to stay here maybe that would bring Severus back to them all. Either way she didn't know, as she exited the bathroom.

Between this and everything else on her mind, she hadn't had much peace not that she minded but it would be nice to relax with everything that would happen soon and the stress that it would bring, all she did was sighing. It wasn't but a few days until her husband and son's trails, she was worried that they'd both be locked away even with Potter talking on their behalf. It only gave her slight peace of mind, but that still weighed heavily on her thoughts of what could happen. She knew her husband was more than likely to go back since he escaped from Azkaban, but she also knew that her son was the one that suppose kill Albus Dumbledore, but yet because of the Unbreakable Vow her sister made them take the man laying here had killed him for her sons sake and for that she was eternally grateful to the man, as then whipped his brow of the sweat laying on it with the cloth she had. “Oh, Severus I do wish you was awake some days.” She sighed, it was quite lonely being in the Manor without anyone else around but House Elves, because they were too busy to take care of the things around the Manor.

“Well come on with it.” An impatient Ron sat tapping his fingers against the mug of his cup wanting things explained as how his best friend was pregnant, and gay at the same time. Hermione, it seemed to Harry was still trying to wrap her head around that men could get pregnant, and to Harry and he knew that Severus if he was here with him that it was be a great time to tease the brightest witch of Harry's age for not knowing something.

“Well it started with me Albus taking me to meet Slughorn, who well you know took over as Potion's Professor while Snape took over Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Harry spoke at well seemed to beginning of a very long story. “We know this much Harry.” Hermione butted in. “Well I have to start at the beginning for you to even understand anything of HOW this CAME TO BE!” He shouted he wasn't in the greatest of moods, and butting in with her two knuts didn't help at all, it was only making him far moodier. “As I was saying, this all started more or so in the summer and as the school year began.” Harry knew that he had to tell them, but for some reason he just felt like he was betraying Severus in some way.

But he knew he needed to carry on now that he'd told them this much, whether or not they'd still be friends after all this well then that was different. “At the beginning of the school year of our Sixth Year, Dumbledore gave me several different missions of my own that I needed to do, two you know of the watching the memories that Dumbledore had for Riddle when he was young, and about the horcruxes of what we did for what seems to be a life time ago, what was only less than a year.” Harry spoke as his voice trailed off into his thoughts again about the last year and a half. It all felt so surreal, didn't it? It was like his life stopped there, and started again with him pregnant with Severus Snape's child, his child. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, it was almost as if he could feel Snape, even if it was just for that split second. Harry shook his head out of his thoughts, and muttered, “Where was I. Oh yes.” He looked up from the tea cup that now was empty.

“I had another mission that I wasn't allowed to speak about, I guess it wasn't really a mission more of a request from the Headmaster himself. Which was to put my differences aside with Snape, clear the air as you could say. Not that I had much of a choice in the matter of speaking, that's where I usually disappeared off too, it wasn't just because I was following Malfoy. It was because I already knew what Malfoy had to do, and why he had too. I knew that much, I also knew that Bellatrix, may her soul rot seven Sundays straight in hell, by the way Ron thank your mother for me.” Harry spoke and Ron nodded knowing good and well what Harry meant by it. “Had made Draco's mother and Snape take an Unbreakable Vow,” Her heard Hermione gasp and saw Ron's face shocked in horror. They both knew what kind of vow that was. “I knew Dumbledore was dying, and why and what of. I knew that if Draco failed that Severus would have to do what the Unbreakable Vow told him to do, which was in the end protect Draco even though that meant completing his mission for him. What I didn't know until I watched the dying man's memories that he gave me.” Harry throat felt as if it was going to close, “But also between all that Snape and I had meetings first it just started out as a place more or less to do my homework while Severus brewed his potions, he in the end started helping me understand bits and pieces of it better, also the Half-Blood Prince had too, though later I found out to be Severus as well.” He spoke trying to keep from breaking was hard, but it needed to be done and told without him breaking down into tears not that the hormones were helping much of the pressure on his bladder. Both things Harry was still having trouble getting use too.

“But back to before I got off track, Albus had also made Snape take an Unbreakable Vow with him, to insure that if he himself had to die, then he'd force Severus' hand to kill him. Which I hadn't known that part, which was probably why after Dumbledore fall from the Astronomy Tower that night, I went after Severus after the immobilizing spell was broke because Dumbledore had died, called him a coward I did.” Harry's face twisted up in anger and despair. He hated how he treated Severus that night, because not only had Severus lost a friend but someone he'd looked up to in some way, and he'd killed him with his own wand. Tears started to fill his eyes, and he felt a hand on his and he looked up and saw Hermione patting it. What she didn't know yet anyways was that he wasn't tearing up over Dumbledore, he was over Severus.

“Right the rest, those lessons, and those meetings whatever you may wish to call them. They gave me a slight understanding as to who Severus Snape was, while we talked some and we had some deep conversations after starting slowly to get to know one another. By the time everything happened, I guess I was slowly also realizing some things about myself I hadn't gave much thought too, about my sexuality and for most all who my heart yearned for.” “So by the time that everything that had happened on top of the Astronomy Tower, you felt betrayed too.” Hermione spoke pulling back her hand, but the girl was also the brightest witch of their age, was she or was she not. All Harry did was nod at that part, but that was when Ron spoke up, “But that doesn't explain you being pregnant Harry,” “Oh but it so does Ron..” Hermione spoke quietly, finally taking all the information into account.

“That's where you had sneaked off too the night we after we sneaked into Hogwarts, the night before the battle. You sneaked off to find Snape, didn't you?” She spoke with the question in her voice. Again, Harry only nodded. “That was your first time, wasn't it?” Again he nodded. "You went looking for him, seeking comfort in him?” Again Harry could only nod. “It was the first time you'd acted on how you felt towards him?” Again he could only nod because his seemed to fail him each time he'd tried to speak. “So, you mean to tell me that your pregnant by the hand of Severus Snape?” And once again all he could do was nodding, well that was until the explosion that happened from where Ron was sitting.

“YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU HAD SEX WITH THE GREASY GIT!” Ron roared, jumping from his seat his tea spilling to the table and floor. “Yes, Ron.” He finally had found his voice again, because this was something he'd expected from Ron, to explode in such a fashion. “AND HE'S YOU'RE SOUL-MATE!?” “Again it would seem so from what I heard you say to Hermione before you all came into the kitchen.” Harry lay back against the chair as he watched Ron sit back down.

He also watched Ron's features change back to a calm state for the most part, though his face was still flushed in anger from what Harry could tell. He then heard Ron speak, “You wouldn't well, you didn't know that soul-mates if the person was gay-” “I think I'm more bisexual, Ron. I still find women attractive.” He had interrupted Ron, “Whatever, either way if your soul-mate is a man and you love said person and have sex-” He chuckled a bit at Ron's shudder before he continued to listen. “Being the first or even if you had sex with them before, you can/could become pregnant by you're and only you're soul-mate.” Ron finished, before it started sinking in to Ron that Severus Snape was Harry's soul-mate.

“Harry but Snape is twenty years your senior, and he's a professor. What was Dumbledore thinking.” Hermione said, looking still rather confused by all of this, “So? Hermione. Love doesn't have an age, I don't choose who I fall in love with, and just because he is or well was twenty years my senior and was our Professor, it doesn't change how I ended up feeling in the end of everything. As for what Dumbledore was thinking, I don't know maybe he saw two very similar people that needed comfort that possibly only could be taken from understanding the things they'd been through.” She nodded, knowing saying more would only upset Harry more.

Harry turned his gaze to the clock on the wall in the kitchen, “It's late you might as well stay and find a room.” He said standing and banishing the mess and dishes to the sink. “We, well at least have yet another long day ahead of me. With standing in court for the Malfoy's and other death eaters.” He turned to leave, but Ron spoke up, “Why are you standing up for the Malfoy's they've done nothing aid that madman.” “Well Ron, you do things out of desperation for family in order to keep them safe, that's why Draco tried to fall through with his orders to kill Voldemort. That's also why Lucius Malfoy broke out of Azkaban at the orders of the Dark Lord, that's also when Narcissa Malfoy lied to their Master about me being dead, when I wasn't. I saw them as a family as they left the Great Hall that day, desperate to know each other were okay, and that they made it through that alive. Knowing they'd later have to face trial for the things they'd done, but at least they we're together and that was all that mattered to them, that they still had their family.” He spoke and Ron just shut up. “Well good night then.” They all nodded in silence knowing saying anything more would possibly cause a fight.

Lucius Malfoy was a man that had done things many horrible things that would easily keep him in Azkaban for the rest of his life, if not the kiss from the Dementor's. Sure he was terrified by what might happen, and what could happen. He didn't understand why Potter of all people was stepping forward to speak on his behalf, nor did he understand why he was standing for his son Draco. Because from what he always heard from Draco as well as Severus was that they couldn't stand one another, and were school rivals.

There was one thing he missed being stuck in this horrible holding cell at the Ministry was that he missed his wife, knowing just how lonely she probably was at the Manor, and how big it could feel staying alone in it. Between Draco and himself, they took turns trying to get rest, right now was his sons turn for it. Lucius looked down at his son with fondness not something he would show openly with others outside of family. Thing was he might have acted like he was disappointed in Draco for failing, mainly because Malfoy's didn't fail. It seemed to him like this one time he was happy that Draco had failed the task that the Dark Lord had given him to kill the Albus Dumbledore. He was thankful to Severus for taking that blood on his hands, instead of allowing his son to have too.

Lucius did this many of nights that he watched his son sleep in that makeshift bed, he thought about how the choices he'd made had hurt his son, and how he'd himself had done it. He wasn't the best or the greatest father, but he did try to do better than his own had. Wishing he could have done things differently now, but frankly he knew it was too late for that. It was just too late for wishing, but there was hope in hoping that Draco could fix the name of the Malfoy's and bring it back to what they once were aside from Lucius' mistakes he'd made in his youth up until now.

Lucius cast his gaze from his son to the clock, and sighed wishing he didn't have too, but he needed at least some sleep himself. “Draco, son it's time to wake.” Draco waved his hand at his father, and that caused Lucius to chuckle lightly and then flipped Draco from the bed. “I need sleep too son, it isn't just your hide on trial tomorrow.” Draco nodded and stared out into the night from the only light that was pouring into the cell was from the moonlight.

By the time Harry had made it to his room, and had changed his body ached more than it had in weeks. He didn't know it was from sleeping on the couch earlier that day, or what. He just wanted to sleep and hoped for what happened during the nap would happen again, but knowing his luck it wouldn't happen. Tears formed in his eyes, but he pushed the feeling away the best he could. Harry laid on top of his covers laying his head on the pillow staring at the wall, he was forcing himself not to cry because he knew Severus was alive at least somehow and somewhat in some way he was live by at least the way the man had spoken to him, but how he didn't know. Harry clenched hold of the pillow and had pulled it to him.

Yes, he was angry, hurt in so many ways it wasn't possibly to think straight most days. Ron and Hermione might have thought of him as being bitter, maybe he was he really didn't care anymore at this point. He gripped his wand and cast a silencing charm over the door and room, not knowing if it be a nightmare night or not. He just wasn't going to risk it, he knew they both had their own demons from the war neither of them talked about to each other and he understood. Right now, this 'injury' being pregnant was more painful when you didn't know where or if the person you cared deeply for was still alive. It pained, it pulled at him, made him sick and he wanted to bash everything in sight most days, but he didn't because he knew he was only drowning himself in self-pity. His eyes were growing heavy and he was trying to elude it but he knew that it wouldn't happen because he needed it, at least of all night he needed sleep.

He finally allowed sleep to take hold, but the sleep wasn't restful it was anything but it.
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