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Who's My Daddy?	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Shocked to know Draco�s one of Harry�s client, eh? Glad
you were, coz you still ain�t seen nothing yet! Alright, now that you know
about Harry�s second client, let�s check out the next contestant, I mean,
client. Read on!

Note:
If any of the flashbacks sound OOC, this is just what I believe is going on in
their heads. I don't think their minds are exactly the same as what they
portray in their faces.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, but I do want to own Severus Snape! Ngee hee hee~!
>:)

�

��
WHO�S MY DADDY?

�� Remus was in Flourish & Blotts,
scanning through the bookshelves of its titles to see which was suitable to be
bought for a gift. Or, to be more exact, a gift for someone who had just became
a proud parent to a squalling son. They have the most interesting titles like How to Spot if Your Child Has a Bout of
Hexed Diseases, Latest Fashion Wear
to Give Both Your Child the Looks & the Comfort, What to Expect for Expecting Wizards, Simple Spells to Prepare Your Child in the Wizarding World and even
Wands to Get Your Child Started. Remus
grinned at that title. It was a no-brainer that a certain Mr. Ollivander wouldn�t
like that idea of rival competition. After all, he is the sole provider of wands for students of Hogwarts. If anyone
starts following this book and make their own wands, he�d be out of work.

�� Remus went through his pockets and
realized that his income was only enough to get him a decent secondhand book,
so he had no choice but to abandon his choice of a lavish gift and settle for
something affordable. No matter. It�s the thought that counts, not the degree
of fancy of the gift. As he browsed through the old boxes in search of the
perfect gift, he overheard a couple of gossiping voices from behind.

�� Have you heard about the news on
Harry Potter?� Remus spun round to see a couple of Paris and Nicole look-a-like
dumb blondes (A/N: No offence, but I just
don�t really like those two actresses from The Simple Life, so I used them as
cameo gigs ;p) wearing skimpy clothing behind expensive-looking fur robes. He
recognized them as some of the workers working under the Daily Prophet.

�� Like, if I hadn�t got the scoop
from Rita myself I wouldn�t have believe the rumour,� the Nicole look-a-like
replied as she powdered her face. Her companion, the Paris look-a-like was picking off a tabloid
magazine out of its shelf.

�� Like, me too! I was, like, so
surprised when Rita came in the office saying she had the biggest scoop of the
century, and I was expecting like another one of those gossips on some
Quidditch player or something, but when she showed me a picture of Harry�s baby
boy she got from a snitch, I was, like, so taken aback!�

�� Shut up! You seen the picture? How does
the baby look like? Is he cute? Does he look anything like Harry or does he
look like someone we know?�

�� Like, I�m not sure. Rumour has it��

�� Remus turned his back to them. He had
heard enough. He knew about the news of Harry giving birth in St. Mungo�it was
all over the morning Daily Prophet�and it filled him with guilt. As he
pretended to be very interested with a random book he picked, his mind began to
wander�

-Flashback begins-

�� Sitting
at his desk, Remus wrote casually on his parchment, together with heaps of
reference books on his left and right. He eyed a little at the length of the top
of the parchment on a careless heap on the ground and shook his head. He couldn�t
remember when was the last time he had elongated that parchment, but he was
sure that there will be more lengthening in the future if he was to fit
everything he wanted to write for his novel.

�� After
being relieved of his position as the DADA teacher for Hogwarts, he was looking
for something to do. He definitely couldn�t teach in other schools again, yet
he had no talent of the trade to secure a place in the business world of Diagon
Alley or Hogsmeade (his widespread werewolf reputation definitely made that
place even more impossible to achieve). While Sirius was still alive and still on
the run, the little canine animagus had suggested to him during one of his
secret visits to his home to try his luck in modern literature. No one would
know who truly wrote it as long as he used a pseudonym and Sirius offered to
give him a little brainstorming with the knowledge he achieved from the late
Lily Evans on Muggle life. With much encouragement and thought, Remus decided
to try his luck in writing. So far, as he lived in his recently rented room in
an old apartment, he had gotten to about 7 chapters through his fiction novel
on Muggles and had created the perfect pseudonym for himself: Lunar Nightshade.

�� He
stretched his tired bones after about 2 and half hours writing nonstop. He stole
a glance at the picture frame that sat on his desk right in front of him. It was
a picture of the famous Marauders in graduation clothes posing for the camera
with smiley faces from ear to ear and victory signs. So far, in that picture,
only Peter Pettigrew was the only one single among The Marauders, doing victory
signs with both his hands in the middle of the gang. On the left side, Sirius had
one arm around his waist as he hugged him from behind and one hand making bunny
ears on his head. On the right side, James and Lily were hugging each other
with one arm and victory signs on the other hand. Seeing James and Lily
reminded him of their son Harry Potter. The na�ve, innocent yet adventurous
child filled with the sense of justice who was an exact replica of his father�s
looks. It was almost like seeing James again in the form of his younger self. He
never ceased to surprise and amuse him with his tough exterior yet soft
interior.

�� As
he left his study to take a walk on the balcony, he thought about how his lover�s
godson was doing. After Sirius� death, he thought he was feeling more devastated
than anyone could imagine because he had just lost the love of his life, and he
knew Harry would be worse off because he had lost the only person who ever loved
him like a true father and the only person who could�ve been his ticket to
freedom from the Dursleys. But he soon realized that his grief over Padfoot�s
death was no match for the drastic impact it caused on the child. Harry who
used to be innocent and na�ve no longer was the Harry he knew. Rumours about
him slugging his way through school and constantly disregarding every rule in
the book were proven when he heard from Dumbledore himself about the immunity
issued out to him just to keep him from being expelled from Hogwarts. The ignorance
of the school staff regarding his blatant display of flirting with other male
students and his late night escapades made his ruthlessness even worse. He wanted
to go and give Harry a man-to-man talk about shirking responsibilities but he
had to admit that he was so engrossed with his writing to forget about the pain
of losing Sirius that he knew Harry had gone too deep to be convinced by words
anymore.

�� Suddenly
he felt the familiar uneasiness crawling in his body. He looked up the sky
warily and was shocked beyond words to see the bright full moon on the night
sky, threatening to peel his skin and reveal the demon within him. How could
this be? He never made a mistake before in calculating the arrival of the full
moon. It should�ve been 3 more weeks before the next full moon occurred and he
hadn�t touched the potion Severus owled him before then. Was he too caught up
in the writing the same way he got so caught up last time that he was too late
to be by Harry�s side? Did he misread the calendar? Did he miscalculate the
time? Whatever the reason was, there was no time to ponder on it. He could feel
the searing change within himself but could do nothing about it. He wanted to
get away from the light of the full moon and retreat to the sanctuary of his
study but his body was so drawn towards the moon�s attraction that he couldn�t
move. His muscles and bones began to constrict and pull themselves inside and
the feeling was excruciating. He could feel his clothes tearing into pieces as
if his body was too big for it. His face began to bunch into dozens of ugly
expressions as it changed into its wolf feature. He fought hard to keep his
sanity but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

�� As
he slowly succumbed to the loss of his mind, he almost wished Padfoot and Harry
was here with him�

--:--

�� The wolf jumped from one building to
another, smelling the air as he went. There were no trees around and no grass
beneath his feet. He didn�t like it. All he could smell was smoke from chimneys
and stale food and beer from bars. He should be in the forest with his pack,
not in this concrete-hard land where there wasn�t a single bird in sight. He should
smell the river and tree air, not this filth. He should be in nature where he
belonged.

�� But somehow there was someone he
needed to find. A human that he needed to settle his claws on, to be more exact.
He didn�t know why the urge or where this human could be, but he knew he had to
find him. He had the feeling that this human with forest-coloured eyes could
take him back his pack.

�� No sooner than he thought about this
human than he immediately caught a whiff of that human. Following his nose, he
was led to a dark alley where the human he was looking for was standing under a
sign called against a dirty paint-peeling wall. He knew it was him by the
distinctive smell he had on his body�a smell of a child hidden behind the musky
smell of a number of adults. His forest-coloured eyes were covered by a cloth
the colour of blood. Were they bleeding? They�d better not be, or he wouldn�t
be able to go back to the forest and to his pack without them. The human was
wearing very little clothing and didn�t seem to feel the prickly cold of the
autumn night. He found it very weird for that human to be so less dressed when
he himself felt the draft in spite of his furry coat.

�� �You must be the Blind Lover,� another human came to approach the
forest-eyed human he was watching. �I�ve been looking all over for you.�

�� Well,
I�m honoured,� his forest-eyed human replied
with a small smile. �I suppose you haven�t wasted your search by bringing
less than you can afford me.�

�� Don�t
worry. I just won a Muggle lottery yesterday. It should be enough to cover your
services, although I have to say you must live up to your reputation to earn it.�

�� The wolf didn�t understand what they were
talking about, but he could tell by the way the forest-eyed human leaned
forward to the other human�s outstretched hand that he was going with him. He couldn�t
allow that. He needed the human to take him back to the forest. With a swift
leap, he jumped off the roof he was standing on and reached out for the
forest-eyed human. He held out his arm and scooped him up by the armpits,
earning a gasp from him and a loud �Hey� from the other human. He jumped from
roof to roof in the midst of humans shouting below his feet exclaiming his
presence and following after him. He had to lose them. There was no way he was
going to get caught before he had the chance to be back in nature. Almost as if
fate intervened, his feet stepped onto a soft spot on the roof he jumped on and
immediately, he fell through the roof into a huge bulk of hay. The footsteps of
the chasing humans passed him by and never came back. Seemed like they failed
to notice where he fell. They assumed he had just disappeared into thin air.

�� �What the�Where the hell am I? Who
the fuck do you think you are grabbing me off like that?�

�� The forest-eyed human was speaking. The wolf
turned around to face him, a slow growl rumbling in his throat. The human
looked rather angry. He was thrashing about trying to get rid of the hay that
was clinging onto his body and those matted on his messy hair. He was even
spitting out some that got into his mouth. Somehow, he found his antics rather
amusing.

�� �I was so close into closing a
deal here before you showed up! I hope you have enough to match his to be
grabbing me off like this��

�� The forest-eyed human was beginning
to ramble. It was annoying. The wolf had to stop him. He snarled at him and
smacked him with his heavy paw. It made the human more angry and cuss more,
yelling �What is your problem� or something like that. The wolf silenced him
with a growl. The human was startled and began to back away, inching his way
further from him. No! He couldn�t let him escape. He needed him. Without warning,
he reached over and grabbed the thin clothes he was wearing. It tore almost
immediately and did nothing much of holding the human in place. He leaped up
and sat on the human, pinning him onto the hay and gave him a hefty torrent of warning
scratches, putting him in his place and tearing off the rest of his clothes in
the process. The human was shouting and screaming bloody murder and had his
arms over his face, as if protecting it from being mauled to bits. The cloth surprisingly
still remained over his eyes despite the violent attack.

�� Suddenly there was a smell
overpowered him. He looked down and saw that it was coming from the human. The metallic
smell of his bloodied body was mingling with the smell that he had smelt before
when he saw him downtown. It was so strong and overly seductive, and it was
sending him into a fleet of wanting. He felt his sexuality need aroused and his length hardened. He shouldn�t be feeling
this. He should be making the forest-eyed human take him back to the forest
where he belonged. He shouldn�t be having mating thoughts at this crucial time.
What was going on? Why was he feeling this way? Why was the human emitting such
a powerful smell of attraction?

�� His
cock was beginning to hurt and he couldn�t hold back the dizziness in his head. He had to do it. He had to
succumb to the sexual call of nature. He sniffed around until he reached the
human�s length. He licked the tip and could smell the chemical changes inside
the human�s body as his breath hitched. The human was aroused. He knew it. He was
ready. Without warning he forced the human to lie on his stomach and engulfed
his mouth lightly around his neck to set him down, just like every animal does
before intercourse. Judging by the strangled sound the human made, his light
bite wasn�t light enough for him, but he had no time. His need was pressing him
on. He thrust hard into the human and let out a muffled growl when the human
screamed.

�� �Oh God�Oh God�No�! Stop�!�

�� The wolf couldn�t stop. His hormones were
raging and his muscles were clenching. The human continued to scream, begging him
to stop and let him go, but he fell upon deaf ears. If he attempt to struggle
or move, he increased the pressure of his bite on his neck and landed his claws
onto his body. He bled more and the smell grew stronger, and he was even more
aroused. He thrust harder and deeper and heard the human let out high-pitched moans
as he hit his sweet spot. He kept aiming the sweet spot until the human
screamed the highest and loudest ever with his hands reaching out and grasping
tightly onto his fur. Finally, after almost an eternity, the wolf felt himself
clenched and hitting the climax. He and the human let a bass and treble howl at
the same time.

�� As he swiftly pulled out of the
human, he watched as the human trembled in his fetal position and gasped for
breath. His body was covered with countless scratches and gashes all over and
the blood was staining the hay he was lying on. He knew the human would
definitely not be able to move in this kind of condition. He had to do
something to make him feel better before wanting him to take him back to the
forest. He reached over and licked the bleeding wounds. The human flinched a
little but didn�t attempt to run away anymore. The wolf was relieved. He was finally
going back to nature. He�s getting slightly tired after the sexual ordeal. Maybe
just a little nap would do. Just a short nap before asking for the human�s help�

--:--

�� Remus
blinked his eyes open. He tried to move but it ached. He then remembered
changing and felt worried. He hoped he hadn�t hurt anyone or anything. He slowly
got up and looked around. He found himself in some old abandoned wooden building
that used to keep horses. He was relieved at the old, unused state of it or he�s
going to be in trouble for killing mares and horses and leaving it in a bloody
mess.

�� He
turned around suddenly at the sound of exhaled breath. He was shocked to see a
boy in fetal position trembling beside him. He saw the bloody gashes and
scratches. He saw the blood on the hay. He saw more blood slowly trickling from
the boy�s butt down his thighs. Guilt gushed all over him. What had he done? What
made him do such a despicable act, and on a child nonetheless? He tentatively
reached over to remove the dark red blindfold he was wearing to see who he was
but he heard the ever familiar voice coming out of the boy�s lips before
passing out, �No one�touches�the�blindfold�My rule��

�� Remus�
hand shivered. It was Harry�s voice! No doubt about it. He may have concealed
his scar, but there was no way he could mask his voice, and his werewolf nature
made him very good at memorizing voices. There was no mistaking that this boy
he had just shagged was Harry, his lover�s godson! It wasn�t enough that Harry
had to endure Sirius� death, now if he were to find out that he was being
shagged by the teacher he respected more than Albus Dumbledore, he�d be
traumatized! He cannot let him find out about this! He simply cannot!

�� He
picked Harry in his arms and apparated to his home. He quickly dressed both
Harry and himself before apparating again to a rest home which was right beside
Hog Head. The rest home owner recognized Harry as the Blind Lover everyone was
talking about, making him feel even guiltier and more scared for both him and
Harry. He then laid the child onto bed and left as much Sickle as he could
wring up from his savings just to make him think he had just entertained a rambunctious
client and not a sex-crazed werewolf.

�� He
left the room as quickly as possible before he was found.

-Flashback ends-

�� Good
morning, Remus.�

�� Remus
was brought out of his thoughts by the familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore. He saw
him having a parcel with him and was looking as jolly as ever. Remus smiled as
casually as possible and greeted him back.

�� I
assume you�ve heard the news?� Dumbledore asked with knowing eyes.

�� Yes,
sir. I was trying to look for a book suitable for new parents, but I can�t seem
to find a good one,� Remus replied as he continued to rummage through the old
boxes. Dumbledore chuckled.

�� I
can see why. They never sell good books in the hand-me-downs section. Come now,
let me help you buy a decent book. We�ll go dutch on this.�

�� Thank
you, sir. You�re doing me a great favour.�

�� So,
the duo soon left Flourish & Blotts with Remus� chosen gift: a children�s
storybook which was famous through the ages wrapped in golden wrapping paper
tied with a red bow. While they chitchatted about Harry�s baby, Remus� mind
began to wander. He was afraid to think that the baby could be associated to
him. He had researched that werewolves have a notorious tendency to reproduce
and pregnancy rate is high. What if the child was really his? What if the
Ministry of Magic found out that he had created an offspring with the Boy Who
Lived? He would definitely get more than just a warning. He would definitely be
convicted of rape and pedophile, for what were his words against hundreds of
supporters of the Boy Who Lived, their future saviour from the dreaded Dark
Lord? Worst, what would they do the innocent child that was born from a cursed
creature like him? Would they kill or spare him? Either way, both he and Harry
would be worse off. Even as they came across Ron and Hermione, his mind
continued to imagine the worst. It was only when he heard the familiar
bickering between Ron and Draco that he came back to his senses and stopped
them. He looked up and noticed that they�ve already reached St. Mungo. Snape
was there with his gift but he was not interested to know why Snape was there. He
braced himself for the worst to come as they all went inside the hospital and
amidst all the doctors and nurses around them.

�� Hello,
dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please,� Dumbledore said
when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear
hug.

�� I'm
just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward.�

�� Yet
everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window
with its curtains blowing in the wind.

A/N: Nga ha ha
ha~! Shocked? I bet those who hadn�t suspected Remus being one of the possible
fathers of Harry�s baby might have fallen off the chair by now. A note here
though: if you don�t understand what it meant by Remus the werewolf describing
Harry�s smell as �a smell of a child hidden behind the musky smell of a number
of adults�, it means that Harry�s body smell consisted of the smell of his
customers� mingled with his own. Talk about being the �favourite choice� of the
night! :p Reviews plz!
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