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In the hands of fate	By : XMeikoX Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17181 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Harry woke up to a white room, lying in a small bed. For a second, he thought he was back in the lab, that the guards had found him, and taken him back. But that couldn’t be right. The bed was nice and soft, with a blanket draped across his legs. The room was also absent of the usual machines and wires used during experiments. His arms and legs were not strapped down either.

Suddenly, a woman walked out of a door that seemed to be a little office, and was making her way toward the bed that he was lying on.

“Oh, Dear. You’re finally awake! How are you feeling? I must admit, it was surprising that you passed out after apparating. Most newbies will be a bit dizzy, and maybe throw up, but never before had I met anyone who would pass out.” The woman said with a slight giggle. “It seems there is nothing wrong with you though. I did an external medical scan charm. Not even a bruise!” She handed him a glass of water that he sucked down. “Drink that dear and I’ll do an internal one in a bit.” Harry gave her a curious look that made her gasp. “Oh, my manners! My name is Madame Pomfrey. What is your name, dear?”

Harry continued to look at her in suspicion. There were never any female doctors at the lab, so he guessed the woman must be alright. She did give him water after all; Clear water with no yellowness to it or any dirt floating in it. She looked at him expectantly. He then realized he still had not answered her question.

“Harry.” He whispered. His throat still kind of hurt. She must have realized this as she turned and refilled his glass of water. He smiled thankfully and gulped it down more slowly this time to relieve the itching and soreness in his throat. All the dust and yelling from the fallen building messed with his throat; Nothing that he couldn’t heal though. It was just a bit irritated. “Thank you.” He said more clearly, if not a bit louder. Madame Pomfrey smiled back at him, taking the glass and putting in on the side table. Harry then took the chance to look around the room more clearly. There were many beds lining the walls identical to his and a tall ceiling. “Where exactly am I?”

“You’re in Hogwarts’ Hospital wing. How long were you in that awful place? Those…science facilities! I’d call them torture chambers myself. Despicable muggles.” Madame Pomfrey said, grumbling the last part quietly to herself, though Harry could still hear it; not that she knew.

“You mean the lab? I’m not exactly sure. So long I can’t even remember.” He said thoughtfully. Poppy looked horrified.

“You poor darling! You don’t have to worry anymore. No one will hurt you here.” She said in a determined voice, as if she would fight anyone who tried to hurt him. Harry smiled at her kindness. Besides from Logan, he never got a lot of it.

The main doors to the hospital wing slammed open and a blond boy came into the room, cradling a purple arm. Two boys were following behind him. They both had vacant looks, just like some of the guards at the lab. Harry let out a growl, though Poppy took no notice of it.

“Mr. Malfoy, what have you gotten into this time?” She asked with an exaggerated sigh, motioning him to take a seat on the bed next to the one Harry was currently in.

“It’s those bloody Gryffindors! They did something to my arm. I can’t move it and its bloody purple!” The blond boy, Harry now knew as ‘Malfoy’, sneered, waving his purple arm around to show her.

“Okay dear, have a seat. And for the love of Merlin, watch your foul mouth. Please!” She said, “And you two!” She pointed at the boys following Malfoy. “If you are not hurt then you should leave!” with that she walked into her office to get something or another. Malfoy nodded at the two to leave before he sat down on the bed and looked over to Harry curiously.

“Who are you? I’ve never seen you here before.” Malfoy said, looking at Harry with a frown.

“I’m Harry. A man in a strange dress like yours took me from the lab.” Harry said in a guarded voice. He still didn’t trust these people. Madame Pomfrey was one thing, these three were another.

“A dress?! Are a bloody idiot? These are robes! What kind of idiot doesn’t…” Malfoy said angrily before trailing off when he noticed Harry’s lightning scar on his forehead, just barely seen through his hair. “Bloody Hell! You’re Harry Potter! The boy-who-lived!”

Harry looked at the blond confused. He had never been told his last name, so he guessed it was possible to be this ‘boy-who-lived’ but what a silly title it was. Though, being stuck in the lab for so long didn’t really let him know if such a title was normal or not. They heard a glass fall and shatter to the ground. They both turned toward Madame Pomfrey’s office to see her standing there in shock.

“You’re Harry? Harry Potter?” She whispered, tears in her eyes. Harry looked at her with a shrug, tilting his head slightly to the side. Unknown to him, he had revealed his scar once again. Her eyes widened and then she suddenly moved to his bed and pulled him into a hug. “Oh! Harry! When you disappeared, we were all so worried! I had told Professor Dumbledore not to send you to those horrid muggles! But he wouldn’t listen. He said it was for your safety; blood wards and all that!” She said, sobbing, hugging Harry tightly. Harry blinked in confusion while Malfoy looked on in wonder.

“Do you…know me? Harry asked slowly. He didn’t want to upset the woman even more then she seemed to be now.

“Yes, yes, I do. I helped your mother deliver you.” Poppy said proudly, pulling back from the youth and pulling a rag from her pocket to wipe away her tears.

“So you really are Harry Potter?” Malfoy said with wide eyes, seeming to be shocked. Harry nodded timidly, still unsure but deciding to go along with it.

“It seems like it…” He said quietly, before turning back to Madame Pomfrey. “So, you knew my parents? Were they…” He looked down at his hands. “Were they weird like me? Were they freaks?”

Poppy and Malfoy looked taken back at his question.

“Why would you ask that, Mr. Potter?” An elderly sounding voice said over from the main doorway. It was an old man in, once again, the weird dress, except his were light blue with white stars. Well, Malfoy called his dress ‘robes’, so that must be what the old mans’ were too. The elderly man had a long, white beard that reached his waist. The man from before in the lab was with him as well, scowling at them.

“You’re the man from the lab…”Harry said with a sneer, ignoring the old man’s question in favor of analyzing the dark haired man.

“Yes…Potter.” The man said with a sneer. Harry saw the old man raise something, which he assumed was a weapon. With a hiss, he changed into a black owl and flew over their heads toward the hall. He didn’t trust the dark haired man, and the other had some kind of weapon pointed toward him. People like that were never to be trusted. He could hear them running after him and changed into a dog, running faster. He ran down the hall and up some stairs before he spotted some kids going into an open door, and ran into it before it closed.

The room was filled with teenagers of different ages. Some looked at him in surprise. He searched wildly for a window, another door, some kind of escape. The panic had caused his mind to close down. All he knew was that he had to get back to his mate! He had to get back to Logan! He changed into his human form, scaring all of the teens. He was still wearing Logan’s oversized shirt, with no pants. He spotted a window, and lunged at it.

“Hey! Who the bloody hell are you?” A red head boy said, walking up to Harry slowly, holding a weird stick in his hand as well. The old man and the dark man busted into the room at that time.

“Potter! Stop this madness at once!” The dark haired man yelled, startling several students. A sudden light came from Harry’s left side and his world went black.

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Professor Dumbledore stared at the slumped form of the teenager on the ground. It was quite startling. Hermione Granger had managed to stupefy him.

“Is everything okay, Professor?” She asked worried, looking down at the boy she had just stunned. She had curly brown hair that came around her shoulders in ringlets. She wore the normal female Gryffindor uniform; black skirt and robes with a white collared shirt under a Gryffindor colored vest. Her best friend, Ron Weasley, walked up beside her and looked at the boy.

“Who is this kid?” He asked confused. His eyes widened when he finally registered what name his professor had yelled. “Potter? As in the boy-who-lived Harry Potter?”

That caused loud whispers to erupt throughout the common room. Severus Snape rolled his eyes at the teens in front of him.

“Gossiping imbeciles” Severus sneered. He was the unfortunate one that had saved Potter from the muggle lab. He just hoped the brat was grateful to him. He could have left him to perish under the rubble. Even though the potion master thought this, he knew he really wouldn’t have left him there, even if he was the son of his enemy. He was still the son of his deceased best friend. Severus cleared his thoughts before picking up the passed out boy from the floor. His eyes widened, almost comically, and a blush covered his cheeks when the youth’s shirt rode up and he, as well as everyone else in the room, discovered he wasn’t wearing anything under the baggy shirt. Without dropping him, Severus quickly pulled the shirt back down to its original place, covering the once revealed private parts. The surrounding students blushed red.

“Bring him back to the infirmary Severus.” Dumbledore said with a frown on his old face. Severus nodded, a bit annoyed at being told the obvious, and followed the headmaster out of the Gryffindor common room, leaving several stunned Gryffindors.

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Harry woke up to feel his arms and legs restricted, unable to move. He panicked. He didn’t want to be anywhere even similar to the labs. He wanted to be with his mate; His Logan, his precious mate. Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of Logan. What if he never saw him again? Did he even get away? Tears started to run down his cheeks and he broke down. He would never be happy. He never could. The only time he was happy was in the lab with Logan.

“Why can’t I leave?” Harry cried in despair.

“I’m sorry dear. I don’t agree with them restricting you. But we don’t want you running away again. I’m sorry.” Poppy said sadly, coming up to the side of the bed. Harry looked over to her with betrayal in his eyes. She looked away from him in shame at letting him down.

“Mr. Potter, why did you run away?” The old man from before asked. Harry glared sadly at him, pulling at the restraints.

“I don’t want to be in any more places like the lab! I want to be with my mate!” Harry whimpered, struggling against the restraints with all his might.

“Your mate?” The dark man asked in shock, looking down at him with wide eyes.

“Why do you people want me? There are plenty of other freaks to pick from! Why me!?” Harry yelled, tiring himself out at all the struggling. Poppy came over and forced some kind of foul smelling liquid in his mouth, making his muscles relax and his mind calm.

“My dear boy, it seems we have a misunderstanding. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of this school.” The old man, now known to Harry as Dumbledore, said. “This is Hogwarts; A school that teaches magic to witches and wizards.” He gestured to the dark haired man. “This is our Potions Professor Severus Snape.”

Harry nodded slowly. He remembered magic. His uncle would always get angry when it was even mentioned. Was it real?

“Your parents were also wizards Harry, as are you.” Dumbledore said as his twinkle left his eye. “On Halloween night, when you were only one years old, a dark wizard broke into your home and murdered your parents.” Dumbledore looked sad at Harry’s wide eyes. “Your mother sacrificed her life for you. When the dark lord sent the killing curse at you, your mother’s love protected you by sending the curse back at him. He is the one that left you that scar, and gave you the title of the boy-who-lived.” He paused here. “You are the only one to live through the killing curse.”

Harry stared at the old man with wide eyes. This explained so much. The strange memory of a green light – a spell cast by an evil wizard, a woman’s scream – his mother, and the pulsing he felt beneath his fingertips – his magic.

“What about him?” Harry asked slowly, unsure if it was alright for him to ask such a question.

“Who, my boy?” Dumbledore asked back with confusion on his old face. He must have figured it out by looking at him, because his eyes seemed to darken in understanding. “The dark lord is still alive. He regained his body three years ago. Before that he was just a spirit.”

Harry nodded in understanding. He just didn’t understand why the dark lord had picked his family to kill. Had his parents done something to piss him off? Anyway, it was over now and they were dead. It hurt that he would never be able to meet his parents but you can’t bring back the dead. It was human law, and not even magic could bring them back. He felt a little weird that he wasn’t feeling more affected by the news, but he guess it was caused by whatever Madame Pomfrey had shoved down his throat. Harry then looked up pleadingly at the headmaster.

“When can I leave?” Harry asked eyes slightly teary still, even with the calming potion. Professor Dumbledore looked at him, taken back.

“You aren’t leaving. You will stay here and learn magic, like your parents.” Dumbledore stated, adding the end to try to persuade the boy to stay. Harry glared at him angrily, if not a bit scared.

“Now, sit still dear, so I can do a spell to check your internal health.” Poppy said, walking over to Harry’s side, motioning for Dumbledore to step back. Once the headmaster had stepped away, Poppy took his spot and waved her wand. A gentle blue light went over Harry, stopping at his stomach.

Harry could feel the magic wash over him until it centered on his stomach. He looked up at her confused face. Dumbledore was also looking at her in concern.

“What is it Poppy? Internal bleeding?” Dumbledore asked, worry in his voice. She looked at him with a scowl.

“Hold on, I need to do a few more spells…” Poppy mumbled while waving her wand in precise waves and flicks. She gasped as she did the last spell.

“How is that possible Poppy?” Severus asked from behind her in disbelief.

“What? What is it?” Dumbledore asked in confusion and concern. Poppy turned to Harry and banished his restraints.

“Mr. Potter, have you had intercourse in the last month?” Poppy asked, blushing lightly, and causing Dumbledore’s eyes to widen in confusion. At Harry’s confused look, she continued. “Sex”

Harry was still confused. He wasn’t sure what ‘sex’ was. He was sure he had heard it before though.

“Wait…is that what Logan and I did?” Harry asked, blinking innocently.

“What did you and this Logan do exactly?” Dumbledore asked slowly, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“He kissed and licked all over my body and put his…thing…in my hole.” Harry said, not the least bit embarrassed. He was more confused than anything. “Why? Was it bad? Cause it felt really really good.”

While he wasn’t embarrassed, Severus, Poppy and Dumbledore were. All three held light blushes.

“That…um…is sex…Mr. Potter.” Poppy said, still blushing. Harry then nodded in understanding, though; he still was confused on why they asked.

“We did that the day before the lab was broken into.” Harry looked confused at their reactions. His life at the lab might have been physically hard, but it had made him ridiculously ignorant on what a normal teenager his age would know.

“Well…Mr. Potter…I’m afraid to tell you, that you are pregnant.” Poppy said, as the headmaster stared at her to him in disbelief.

“Pregnant?” Harry asked surprised. “Like, I’m having a baby? Logan’s baby?” Hope was evident in his voice. Poppy nodded, lost for words. Harry smiled happily down at his flat stomach, rubbing it slightly.

“No! This will not do!” Dumbledore yelled enraged. “The boy-who-lived can NOT have a child at seventeen! That is absolutely ridiculous. We have to get rid of it!”

Harry gasped in shock, as did Severus and Poppy. How dare this old man even suggest killing his unborn child? Logan’s unborn child!

“Headmaster! I will not and cannot dose a patient with an abortion potion if they do not wish it” Poppy yelled angrily. “It is, I believe, a law that you yourself created!”

Harry wrapped his arms around his stomach protectively, pulling his knees up. Tears were streaming down his face as he shook with silent sobs. Professor Snape came over to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up at the dark haired man before throwing himself into his arms sobbing while Dumbledore and Poppy continued to argue.

“Don’t let him kill my baby! Please!” Harry sobbed into his chest. “Please…”

Severus wrapped his arms around the sobbing, pregnant teen, and glared for all he was worth at the headmaster.

“Don’t worry child, I will not let him hurt you.” He said gently. “Or your child.” He ran a hand through the shaking boy’s soft, silky hair, petting him slowly. He vowed then and there to protect this boy for all he was worth.
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