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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: About this chapter: I tried to imagine what Harry would do in this kind of situation. This reaction is in no way meant to offend anyone. Every person is unique and reacts in his/her own way. I thought I would say this in advance before I unintentionally hurt people.

Thanks to the following reviewer: Cinnibun: Thank god, at least someone understands a relationship takes time to develop. Well, fanfiction has now fourteen chapters of which two different endings (I'm currently working on the epilogues)

Hope you'll like the next chapter!

Warning for this chapter: a lot of angst. Marc gets told about the pregnancy and while I don't like that particular scene, it was the best I could come up with, sorry

Chapter 6

11th of August

For a long time Harry sat there, just staring at the nurse. Pregnant? Him? No, that couldn't be. That was impossible. He never had sex before. And to become pregnant as a man, you had to swallow a pregnancy potion and Harry was damn sure he never swallowed one. Snape had been forced to teach them about those potions in case a boy decided he wanted to carry his own child. When he had had that lesson, Harry vaguely could remember he had liked the idea of swallowing a potion that would give him the ability to carry his own children, but it wasn't like he wanted children in the near future.

And now he was pregnant. But that just couldn't be. He couldn't be pregnant. You had to have sex to get pregnant and he had never done it before. Sure, Marc had tried, but he had refused.

"I can't be pregnant." He whispered. "I just can't be. I never had sex before!"

Poppy had to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat when tear filled green eyes looked at her. She had thought Harry lied about the not having sex part because his guardian was in the same room, but looking at the distraught boy in front of her, she realized that according to his knowledge he never had sex before. Still, the spell hadn't lied. Harry Potter was almost three months pregnant. And if he couldn't remember having sex before, that could only mean one thing: he was drugged and raped.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but the spell doesn't lie. You're almost three months pregnant." Poppy murmured and patted his hand awkwardly.

"Pregnant?" Remus repeated faintly. He didn't want to believe it. Yes, his smell never lied and he clearly smelled the pregnancy hormones in Harry, but he had thought that for this one time his sense of smell had lied to him. This was unbelievable. Not only was Harry pregnant, but he couldn't even remember having sex. His cub had been raped and drugged and he hadn't known it.

Rage as hot as fire flared up inside of him. When he got his hands on the filthy piece of shit that had hurt his cub, he would kill him. He would kill him and nobody would be able to stop him. Nobody got away with hurting his cub. Nobody.

"But how did this happen?" Harry asked desperately and felt hot wet tears rolling down his cheeks. This just wasn't happening. This had to be some horrible nightmare. Any minute now he would wake up in his own bed and he wouldn't be pregnant. He pinched himself in his arm and the burning sting let him know that this was reality, that he was awake and that he was pregnant.

"I don't know." Poppy whispered and stroked his hair back. She felt sorry for the boy she considered her own son. She had been nursing him since his first year and he had spent so many times in the infirmary that she had come to think of him as family. To see someone she considered her son so distraught and confused made her helpless. She couldn't do anything to help him and that hurt. She wanted nothing more than to help Harry, but she couldn't.

"But – but," Harry bit his lip. He was pregnant; he was carrying a baby from who knows and he couldn't even remember his first time. A sob tore through his chest and he vaguely felt Remus enveloping him in his arms. He had wanted his first time to be special, something he could remember with a smile on his face and some guy took that away from him. Thanks to some unknown guy he couldn't even remember his first time. And that guy had not only drugged him but apparently slipped him a pregnancy potion too so that he was now stuck with the consequences of sex he couldn't remember. Why had that guy done this? What was so funny about drugging him and slipping him a potion and then raping him?

Harry's hands clenched tightly against his stomach. Some part of his mind was glad that he couldn't remember the rape, that he wouldn't have to relive it in his memories and dreams, but a larger part screamed for his lost innocence. He couldn't even try to forget his lost first time because he was carrying a child. He would never be able to forget and go on with his life when a child would remember him what had happened to him.

Suddenly his breath stopped. He didn't have to keep the baby. He could have an abortion, right? He could let the baby remove and then he could pretend like none of this had ever happened. If girls could get abortions, then why couldn't he? Why should he have to be reminded of something he wanted to forget?

"Miss Pomfrey?" He began uncertainly.

Pomfrey seemed to startle. "Yes, dear?"

"Can you remove the baby?"

The silence that followed his question felt heavy and seemed to suck the air out of the room.

"You want me to remove the baby?" Pomfrey repeated as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

Harry nodded. "Yes, can you do that? I don't want this baby, I'm too young and I don't want to have a reminder." His voice caught a bit at the end. "Please, Miss? I really am not ready to keep a baby."

"I wish I could help you, Harry, but I can't." She replied sadly.

"What?" Harry asked shocked. "Why not? You're a nurse. You know how to do abortions, right?"

Remus flinched at the word, but kept silent.

"Yes, I know how to perform those, but Harry, I can't remove your baby." Pomfrey replied softly.

"Why the hell not? I don't want it!" Harry hissed frustrated. Why couldn't she understand that he didn't want any reminders of what that asshole did to him? Was it that awful that he didn't want to keep the baby? Didn't she understand?

"I can't remove your baby because you're too far along now." She answered with a sigh. "The Ministry doesn't allow to break off pregnancies when the mother is more than two months far."

"But girls can have abortions until they are almost four months along." Harry said confused.

"Yes, girls can have that because their bodies are equipped with a womb from their birth. But boys don't have a natural womb. Removing a baby when the man is more than two months far, puts the man at risk. The chance that you will survive the surgery is very small because your magic wouldn't be able to cope with the sudden loss." She explained softly. "You see, your magic is now accustomed to the baby inside of you because it's sharing your magic as well. If I take the baby away, your magic would be out of control and would start attack your own body which would lead to your death."

Harry stared at her. "So you're saying that I am forced to keep that thing because I didn't come sooner when I started getting sick." He said hollowly. He felt hollow. His one chance of getting his life back was ripped away. Just because he had been stubborn and not visited a doctor sooner, he now had to keep the child even though he didn't want it. Why couldn't he get a normal life? What had he done so wrong that his whole life had to be fucked up? First his parents dead, then battling Voldemort, losing his friends and now he was knocked up by some guy who had drugged and raped him. Was it too much to ask for a normal life?

"Listen, Harry, I know this will be hard for you, but you have to carry the baby until the birth." Poppy said and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly. "But if you really don't want the baby, you can give it up for adoption. That way you won't have to raise it. But I urge you to think about it very carefully. An adoption is not something you can take lightly. If you choose to let your child adopt, you won't be able to ever see it again. So please, Harry, think carefully; I don't want you to regret giving up your child."

Harry just shook his head and turned around to bury his head in Remus' chest. He just wanted to go home now. He wanted to sleep and forget everything that had happened now.

"I'll give you some flyers about male pregnancy and adoption to take with you." Poppy murmured to Remus and he nodded, keeping his arms around his cub.

"It will be okay, I promise. You'll be okay, you'll see." He murmured in the black unruly hair and rubbed Harry's back, not knowing what he could do to take away the boy's suffering. It wasn't fair that Harry had to go through this. He was too young to be a father and it wasn't even the baby of the boy he loved. The baby he was carrying was the result of a drug rape and Remus wouldn't blame his cub if the boy decided to give his baby up for adoption.

Harry was only vaguely aware of being led through the Floo and back to his room. He felt himself being tucked into his bed and a soft kiss pressed against his forehead before his eyes closed on their own and he let himself fall in the dark soothing arms of sleep.

Remus sighed and took a seat at the kitchen table, dropping his head in his hands. How the hell were they supposed to sort this mess out? If Harry had been carrying the child of Marc, then it wouldn't have been such a difficult problem. Sure Harry would still be too young then, but at least then he would have carried the child of a man he loved. Now he was carrying a child from Merlin knew who and he didn't even remember the sex. How was he going to help Harry?

Helplessly Remus stared at the wooden table that contained scratches from a cutting spell that had been misfired. If he could have, he would have taken the burden of Harry and carried it himself, but that was not possible in this case.

"Oh cub, why do these things have to happen to you?" He murmured and rubbed his forehead.

"What did happen to Harry?" Sirius' voice scared him to death when the man suddenly appeared in the doorway, carrying a bag with bread and pastries.

"Sirius!" Remus gaped and then cursed. Shit, how was he supposed to explain this to Sirius?

Sirius frowned and placed the bag on the kitchen counter, turning back to face him. He leant against the counter and crossed his arms. "Alright, spill. What happened when I was gone?"

"Why do you think something happened?" Remus tried to evade the upcoming scene that would no doubt turn very ugly. He knew Sirius had the right to know what was wrong with Harry, but he had no clue as to how to approach the subject without Sirius blowing up.

"Remus, you're my best friend and I love you, but if you don't tell me what happened to Harry this instant, you will find yourself at the wrong side of my wand." Sirius growled, his dark grey eyes narrowing dangerously.

Remus gulped and took a deep breath. "Well, the thing is that … I took Harry to Pomfrey."

Sirius frowned. "Is he sick? What does he have? Nothing serious I hope."

A hysterical laughter tried to break out from Remus' throat, but he managed to hold it in. "It's rather serious. He'll have it for another six months."

"What illness takes six months to heal?"

"The type of illness that stays in the body for nine months before it comes out."

It was silent for a while and Remus stared at his friend in apprehension, noticing all the different emotions appearing and disappearing in the grey eyes, until Sirius seemed to reach a conclusion.

"Please tell me that you're joking. Harry is pregnant?" Sirius asked wide eyed and dropped on a chair, feeling as if his legs couldn't hold him anymore. His godson pregnant? No, that couldn't be. He hadn't had sex with Marc; hell he had refused him when he had tried, hadn't he? It was impossible that his pup was pregnant.

"I wish I was." Remus murmured and bit his lip. "He's almost three months far."

"But you said he hadn't had sex with Marc. He refused him weeks ago." Sirius murmured confused.

"No, he didn't have sex with him." Remus shifted uncomfortably on his chair. Any minute now Sirius would connect the dots and hell would break loose.

"So he's pregnant, but he didn't have sex with his boyfriend." Sirius said slowly, his fingers tapping sharply on the wooden table. "I never thought I would say this but I sincerely hope that Harry has been cheating on Marc. Please tell me he cheated."

"He didn't, you know he would never do something like that, Padfoot." Remus answered softly.

Hands clenched tightly into fists and Remus held his breath. "MY GODSON WAS RAPED?"

The scream vibrated against the walls and Remus winced, casting a fleeting glance at the stairs, wondering if Harry had woken up.

"Try to be quiet, will you?" Remus hissed. "Harry is sleeping!"

"You want me to be quiet when I get to hear that my godson was raped?" Sirius snapped back and slammed his fist against the table, ignoring the way pain shot up through his arm. "Why didn't he tell us? We could have helped him! Who's the fucking son of a bitch that did that to him? I'm going rip his limbs off, shove them so far up his ass he'll be coughing them up for weeks, shred his dick into tiny fucking pieces and strangle him with his own guts before setting him on fire!"

"He didn't tell us because he can't remember it! He was drugged." Remus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"He was drugged, raped and apparently forced to swallow a pregnancy potion." Sirius began eerily calm and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "I'll make sure that guy experiences hell on earth when I find him."

Remus didn't doubt one second that his friend was bluffing.

Sirius breathed heavily and started to murmur something underneath his breath which sounded much like uttered curses and more things he would like to do to that guy. Suddenly he looked up again. "What is Harry going to do? How did he react?"

"Not well obviously. He was totally in shock. Can't blame him of course." Remus stared out of the window. "He asked Pomfrey to remove the baby but he's too far along by now. He has to carry the baby until the birth."

"Is he going to keep the baby?"

"I'm not sure." Remus shook his head slowly. "The nurse gave him the option of adoption, but he still has time to decide. Who knows? Maybe he decides to keep the baby, maybe he doesn't. Either way we're going to be there for him."

"Of course." Sirius bit his lip. He seemed to hesitate for a bit. "The owl brought a letter from Marc."

Remus took a deep breath. "Did you read it?" He asked suspiciously. It wouldn't surprise him if he had read it, the little snoop. Sirius had never resisted the temptation of reading another one's letter. After several fights about it, his friends had just given up. Sirius was too curious.

Sirius shifted on his chair with a guilty look on his face.

"Sirius! How many times do I have to tell you that it is impolite to read the letters addressed to someone else? For Merlin's sake, he's your godson!" Remus growled.

Grey eyes rolled in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, I'm not allowed to read those letters, but I was just curious."

Remus just clenched his jaw and shook his head.

"Anyway," Sirius turned grave suddenly. "He wrote that he's planning to visit Harry tomorrow."

"Oh shit." Remus groaned. "We have to warn Harry."

Sirius nodded and ranked a hand through his hair. Telling your boyfriend you were unknowingly raped and pregnant from another guy … How would Marc react?

Harry woke up to the feeling of having his hair caressed and he let out a small sigh. His eyes felt heavy and gritty and his head felt stuffed. Slowly everything came back to him and he clenched his fists underneath the blankets. The urge to cry threatened to take over again, but he forced it down. Crying wouldn't help him; it would give a temporally relieved feeling at best, but it wouldn't last long.

Slowly he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Sirius, sitting next to him on his bed.

"Hey, kiddo." Sirius whispered.

"Hey." Harry's voice croaked and he coughed to clear his throat. "How late is it?"

Sirius murmured the Tempus charm. "Almost two in the afternoon."

"I missed lunch?" Harry blinked surprised. His stomach felt hollow, but he didn't know if it was from hunger or if it was just the same feeling he had earlier when he received the news.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure Remus will make something for you." His godfather soothed him.

Harry peered up at him with troubled eyes. "Did he tell you?" He asked softly.

Sirius nodded with a sigh. "Yeah, he told me."

Harry looked down again, afraid to meet the other man's eyes. "Are you mad at me?" He asked with a small voice. Would Sirius be disappointed now that his godson had managed to get knocked up at the age of eighteen? Granted, it wasn't his fault, but maybe Sirius thought it was his fault after all. He couldn't bear the thought of disappointing his godfather.

"You silly pup." Sirius murmured and pulled Harry up in a tight hug. "Why on earth would I be mad at you? This isn't your fault. When I find that asshole who did this to you, I'll make his life a living hell."

Harry sniffed and buried his face in Sirius' neck, clinging to his godfather and eagerly accepting the comfort he was given.

"Harry, a letter came for you today." Sirius started reluctantly.

Harry looked up confused. "A letter? From whom?"

"Marc. He wants to see you tomorrow."

The initial feeling was happiness and excitement but it quickly faded away when he realized that he had to tell Marc about his pregnancy. He swallowed, but his mouth felt dry. How was he supposed to tell him that? Fuck, how would Marc react? Marc wouldn't leave him, right? Even when the baby wasn't his, he wouldn't leave him, right? He couldn't leave him.

A panicky feeling rose up in his stomach, trying to take over his whole body, but like with the urge to cry, Harry stamped it down. It wouldn't do to panic now. Marc loved him; he would be there for him. He had to be.

"Harry?" Sirius said softly.

"I th-think I'm going to tell him tomorrow." Harry bit his lip, avoiding the grey eyes. "It's no use delaying it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, he has the right to know it." Harry murmured and stared at his balled hands.

"Do you want me or Remus to be with you when you tell him?" Sirius offered and grabbed one of his fists, coaxing him to open his hand.

Harry shook his head. "No, I can handle it on my own."

Sirius opened his mouth, but Harry cut him off before he could say anything. "If I need your help, I'll call for you, okay?"

"Okay." Sirius nodded with a resigned sigh. "So, euhm, how do you feel about it?" He asked hesitatingly.

Harry looked away, staring out the window. "I don't know." He replied softly. "I just … I don't want to think about it. Just for a while." He murmured.

Sirius nodded slowly. "Well, just know that you can always come to me or Remus to talk, alright? We're here to support you."

"Thanks." Harry smiled gratefully.

The next day Harry was waiting nervously in the living room, a cup of green tea in front of him on the coffee table, left to cool. The clock showed it was half past nine and any minute now, Marc would arrive. Harry really had no idea on how to tell him he was pregnant. He himself was still in shock and weren't it for his nausea this morning, he would have thought he had dreamt it all. All night he had tried to remember if he had met someone three months ago that could have drugged him but no one came to his mind. After his exile from the Gryffindor tower, he only talked to his family and Draco and Marc, not getting close to anyone else in case they betrayed him too.

He wondered if someone had been able to enter his private room in Hogwarts while he was asleep and had drugged him somehow. He didn't know and it made him feel very unsafe. If someone had been able to rape him without him knowing it, who knew what could happen to him further? Rationally he knew that nobody unknown would be able to enter the house without setting off the alarms and waking up Remus and Sirius; but that didn't take away his feeling of unease and panic.

He took a deep breath and held his head between his hands, staring down at the floor. His stomach was churning with unease and with each passing second, he got more and more nervous. He still hadn't figured out how he would bring over the news to Marc, but he guessed that he would come up with the best way when he saw him.

His head shot up when the doorbell rang and he stood up, his hands clenching in the fabric of his pants. He just needed to stay calm.

Marc entered the room with a big smile on his face, his eyes glittering in excitement. "Harry! I missed you so much!" He quickly walked over to the other boy, engulfing him in a hug and kissed him softly on his lips.

Sirius hovered in the doorway, looking unsure whether to stay or go away. Harry waved him away; he would do this without Sirius' help.

"So, how was your vacation?" Marc asked once they had settled themselves on the couch, Harry leaning against his right side.

"It was good; we visited the beach a lot." Harry smiled weakly, his fingers pulling on a loose thread of his T-shirt.

"Me too." Marc chuckled. "Thought I would get a nice tan before I had to go back to England. The chances of getting a tan here is slim, after all."

Harry could only crack a weak smile at the joke and averted his eyes. He could feel his stomach turning and he fervently wished he wouldn't have to throw up again. He had enough of that to last him for a lifetime.

He was startled when he felt a soft hand grabbing his chin and turning his head to meet Marc's frowning face.

"Harry, what's wrong?" He asked concerned. "Did something happen?" His hand unconsciously twitched when he thought of someone hurting his boyfriend and Harry quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it on his lap, lest he would have a bruise on his chin.

Well, no turning back now. Harry took a deep breath and raised his eyes to meet Marc's. "Marc, I have to tell you something."

Marc furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay, what?" He asked suspiciously, not liking Harry's dead tone of voice. What had happened during the time they were apart?

"Remus took me to Pomfrey yesterday." Harry began unsurely. He really didn't know how to tell him this. Shit, maybe he should have taken up the offer of Sirius to be with him now. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn?

"What for? Are you ill?" Marc asked concerned and gripped Harry's smaller hand tightly.

"I – I really don't know how to say this. I mean, I still can't believe it and if Pomfrey wasn't known for not being able to make a joke, I would have thought that she was playing with me, but she isn't." Harry stammered, feeling the familiar sting of tears behind his eyes. He forced them back; he wouldn't cry now, not now.

"Harry, stop blabbering." Marc ordered. "What is wrong? What did Pomfrey say?"

"I – I'm pregnant."

There, he had said it. It was out now. No turning back.

Harry stared at Marc who had gone pale and was opening and closing his mouth like a fish gasping for air. Marc shook his head and ranked a hand through his hair, biting on his lip.

Seconds ticked by and Harry got nervous. Why wasn't Marc saying anything? How was he feeling now? What was he thinking?

"Marc?" Harry whispered when it became clear that Marc wouldn't start talking first.

"Whose is it?" Marc asked abruptly and his eyes were trained on the bookcase across from them.

"I – I don't know." Harry replied and shifted a bit on the couch.

The air was turning heavy with something and Harry didn't like the feeling of it. Marc's face was blank so he couldn't read his emotions and thus couldn't guess what he was thinking. And that made him nervous. He didn't like staring at Marc's blank face. Marc had been an open book to him from the moment they started seriously dating. To not being able to guess what he thought was terrifying, especially at this moment.

"Why don't you know?" Marc asked sharply and when he turned to face Harry, the boy was taken aback by the fierce look of betrayal and hurt in the other one's eyes. "Don't you know who you slept with?"

"I didn't sleep with anyone!" Harry exclaimed distressed. Why would Marc think that? He should know that Harry wouldn't betray him and that he would never cheat on him. Why would he?

"Well clearly you did, because how did you get knocked up otherwise?" Marc snapped and sneered. "Really, why would you be so stupid as to sleep with someone and swallow a pregnancy potion? How much of an idiot do you think I am? What am I not good enough for you? You won't fuck with me, but for some other guy, you open your legs?"

Harry trembled when he felt the hurt and the fury building up in him. How dared he? How dared he accuse him of cheating on him and calling him a whore? Why didn't he trust him?

"I WAS RAPED!" He screamed, hands balling into fists. "I WAS DRUGGED AND RAPED! HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF CHEATING! I NEVER ONCE CHEATED ON YOU!"

Marc stood up with a scoff. "Yeah right, go tell another one that pathetic sob story. Do you really expect me to believe that someone was able to drug and rape you while you're one of the strongest wizards I know? For fuck's sake, nobody in Hogwarts was able to sneak up on you and you expect me to believe you when you tell me that? I don't want to care for a child that isn't mine." He sneered, his once warm eyes staring coldly now at a frozen Harry. "It's not my fault you screwed up."

"You can't leave me." Harry whispered, shaking his head. This had to be a nightmare. Any minute now he would wake up and realize that he still had to have this conversation with Marc and surely that would happen otherwise. This wasn't happening. Marc couldn't be accusing him of cheating on him. He said he loved him – where was that love now?

"Damn well I can! Go back to that asshole; it's his child, not mine. Obviously you like him more than me!" Marc bit back and without looking back once, he stormed out of the house, ignoring Sirius' calls, who had come downstairs to hear what the yelling was about.

Harry stared at the wall opposite of him in shock and he hugged himself. Marc had broken up with him. He had left him, right when he had needed him the most. Those were the only thoughts that raced through his mind.

He didn't notice the tears streaming down his face, he didn't hear the broken sobs that bubbled forth out of his mouth and he hardly felt two strong arms wrapping around him, rocking him back and forth like a parent did to a distressed child.

Marc was gone. He had left Harry, even when he promised he wouldn't do that. He had counted on Marc to be there for him, to help him through this. Why didn't Marc believe him?

"Sssh, rest now, pup." He heard before he felt the whisper of a spell wrapping around him.

Warmth crept back in his body, warming him from the inside and his head began to feel fuzzy. A sleeping spell. Harry didn't even think about fighting it. Blissful obliviousness sounded like heaven now. He was already fast asleep by the time his godfather put him in his bed.

AN2: Yeah, like I said, not completely happy with the last scene, but I can't come up with something better, sorry *winces*

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