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CH9 AN: Phoenix-rob wins the cookie for getting the Red Dwarf reference – smeee heee! Well done. I write to amuse me, but it's nice when it amuses others too. You'll find out if Harry's pregnant in this chapter. As for the Gringotts idea – it's not how I go about destroying that Horcrux, but it is a bit closer to the idea I had than I like to admit. Have you been reading this on my laptop?!
Thunderbird – thank you for the love for this chapter. I'm glad you liked the smut and that you saw it was lemony but also plot/character stuff too. Don't worry about Ron's reappearance; he's still a douche and Hermione and Harry are no where near as forgiving as canon Hermione and Harry. And as for Ron getting over his bigotry … *snorts*
Oh, and when we get to the paragraph previewed last time, you'll see why I didn't include the start of the first sentence.
And I'm happy at the moment, and a happy puppy tends to update frequently. Keeping me happy is surprisingly easy. You know what to do! SP
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Chapter 9 – You Can't Deny What You See
After the excitement of killing the snake that contained another of Voldemort's horcruxes, and the delight of seeing Severus, Harry almost felt like it could be a merry Christmas after all.
Forewarned that the woman was really a snake, Harry had been able to pick out the undercurrent of hissing. He had pretended to go along with it, but as soon as it turned and began walking clumsily away, he and Hermione had aimed their wands at it, and immobilised it. Neither had really wanted to kill; even knowing it was a snake, they had felt uncomfortable killing something that looked human. In the end, Snape had cast the killing curse, and all three had watched the back of the body crumple, the snake gruesomely erupting from the decomposing skin as it died.
Immediately after, Snape had left, leaving Harry depressed.
Contrasting with his sadness, inside the tent had been brightly decorated with streamers of red and gold that had erupted from Hermione's wand. When Harry did it they went everywhere, but when the witch cast the charm, the streamers curled prettily and landed elegantly. Having a tree had seemed rather ridiculous; especially as there were plenty of them all around the field to stick presents under if they had really wanted to. Presents had been difficult: Harry and Hermione could hardly go wandering into a wizard shop. Although, in fairness, neither of them had really registered that it was Christmas until seeing Snape and his reminding them just before he left.
“Merry Christmas, Hermione!” Harry cried once he'd untangled himself from his bedding.
The witch was already awake and he could smell sausages cooking. She called out to him, wishing him a happy Christmas, and then he had focused his bleary eyes on the pile of clothes by his bed. Bending over, he winced at the ache between his thighs, and also the pain in his stomach.
Am I pregnant? He asked, hoping the wolf would know, and would tell him, although he wasn't hopeful after its silence the previous day. He really, really hoped he was. No matter the difficulties it might bring to face the Dark Lord whilst carrying a child, he didn't care. He wanted to have Severus' young.
- You are, little cub. - The wolf was purring contentedly.
Harry knew how he felt. A smile split his face as he rubbed his flat belly. Excitedly he grabbed the galleon and thought about the message he wanted to give Severus. He was bursting to tell his mate, and yet at the same time he wanted to see Severus' face when he learned the news.
Feeling dreadful, he decided not to tell his partner and instead dressed and hurried out to the main living area.
“You're in a good mood!” Hermione observed, seeing the twinkle in his eyes. “I am glad, Harry. I have to admit, I was worried when I realised what was going on between you and Professor Snape, but he does seem to really care about you.”
Rubbing his stomach, imagining the child growing there, he smiled at her. “I love him, Hermione.” He saw her expression and he went on, “I know it's gross and it shouldn't have happened, but it did. When I needed someone to ground me and look after me, he was there. I'm not saying you wouldn't or couldn't have helped me, but it was him in the end who gave me what I needed.”
Blushing a little, she asked, “And when did he start giving you what you needed?”
Turning scarlet, Harry's eyes widened, “Hermione Jean Granger! You pervert! I didn't mean that. But, we first did that on, well, it's erm, complicated...”
“How?”
Really really wishing he was anywhere but where he was, Harry mumbled, “My werewolf has sex with him too.”
That Hermione had not been expecting. “He – when you're a werewolf?!”
“No,” realising there was no help for it; he'd have to tell her, Harry sighed. “Look, you must promise to never ever say anything to Severus, ever. Nothing that might even make him suspect you know...”
She nodded, eyes eager.
“Well, my wolf likes having sex with Severus. He, erm, he's the one on top.”
Hermione blushed. “You mean Professor Snape is the one who gets … penetrated?” She saw Harry's embarrassed nod and asked, “But when you are … intimate …. as humans, he's on top?”
“Yes.”
There was silence whilst she processed this. “Has he slept with you every full moon when he could?”
“No,” Harry sounded distinctly grumpy, “he told me I had to get used to controlling the wolf without it. And I do, mostly.” Mouth turning down he admitted softly, “I just miss him so much, Hermione. Literally every minute of the day, when I know I'm meant to be thinking about horcruxes and defeating him, I don't. I just miss him. And not just the sex stuff, although that is really good, but I miss him.”
She nodded. “I understand. It's similar to how I thought I felt about … well, you know who I mean. But having some distance has helped me realise that there are other options. And maybe, if he gets his head out of his arse, he'll find he lost me.”
“Good for you, Hermione,” Harry smiled, “he was never good enough for you. And really, what do you have in common?”
“You,” she admitted sadly. “That's it. He's not interested in any of the things I feel passionate about, and I am bored senseless by the things he likes. I don't know what I was thinking; it never would have worked between us.”
“Don't blame yourself, and don't be too hard on yourself. You said it ages ago: just because you're smart doesn't mean you get relationship stuff right! Who amongst us does? I mean, I didn't even know I was gay until after I was bitten!”
She drew her breath in sharply. “Harry, did Professor Snape, erm...”
“No.” Again he realised he'd have to tell her – edited – versions of the past year. “I know who bit me, Hermione. I found out a few months ago. I'm not going to say who it was, as it doesn't matter now. He's dead. But he did force himself on me. And I didn't want it or like it. But it's totally different with Severus. He cares about me, which … my rapist never did.”
Her hands had flown over her mouth, and tears had begun spilling from her eyes as she heard him admit the awful truth. “You can say that word?” she gasped.
“What – rapist? It's just a word, Hermione. You could call it anything you liked, call him anything you liked and it wouldn't change my feelings about him nor about what happened.” Looking a little surprised, Harry went on, “Severus kept telling me I was stronger than I knew, and I'm beginning to see, finally, what I think he meant. I wouldn't let what happened define me, wouldn't let it stop me going after what I wanted. Of course, some of that was my fluffy half pushing...”
“Your what?” she shrieked, laughing.
Harry grinned broadly. “It's what I call my wolf. He hates it.”
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Their stocks of food were reasonable so they decided to indulge in a larger lunch to celebrate the holiday. It was hardly traditional Christmas fare as they were living out of tins but still, with a tablecloth down, and more magically created streamers criss-crossing the surface, it had looked rather festive.
Of course, once food was eaten – leaving Harry with a bump where he'd over-eaten, which made him smile softly to himself, aching for the time when he would show – they had to start thinking about their mission.
“Well, Severus could be right about one in Gringotts,” Harry said, “and if he is, how on earth do we get in there and destroy it? He still hasn't given us the sword!”
Hermione rubbed her forehead. “I don't know, Harry, and we'll have to move; we can't stay here, especially with Nagini dead. You-Know-Who will come and check up on her at some point, and then what? We have to be far away when he does.”
Chewing his lip, hating that Hermione was right, Harry nodded. He didn't want to leave here: his parents were here, and, more importantly, here was where he had become pregnant with Severus' pup.
“Well then where?” he asked. “And don't suggest anywhere near that prat Ron again!”
“I wasn't planning on it!” Hermione retorted. “No, how about the Forest of Dean? I went there with my parents once and it's beautiful. Secluded, should be safe at this time of year. And we'll be able to transport to a Muggle town for food too once the Christmas holiday is over.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Harry replied stretching and heading to the tent's door. “Erm, Hermione, we didn't really get a chance to visit my parents' graves yesterday. I know it isn't very festive, but could we see if they're in the churchyard today?”
She stood up and rubbed her own distended belly. “Well, a walk after lunch is always a good idea. Wrap up warm and we'll go.”
Harry wondered if Hermione had already guessed he was pregnant, but he didn't want to ask her. He wanted to tell Severus first.
The walk to the village didn't take long. It had snowed overnight and there was some dusting of white in sheltered areas, but the rutted path had only a smear of white on it in its deepest furrows. This time they passed the house and went on to the church.
In the yard were graves large and small, new and old, and Harry was happy to potter between them looking at the details on the stones whilst also searching for his parents' memorials. He finally found a stone of bright white marble carved with his parents' names and an epitaph, “The last enemy which shall be destroyed is death.” Not understanding why anyone would have chosen such a message when clearly death had taken two lives too early, Harry sank down to his knees and began speaking quietly to his dead family.
“Mum, Dad, I guess you know who I am. Mum, you saved me by dying for me, and thank you. I hated growing up without a family, hated feeling so alone, but I understand you did what you had to; and thank you that you did. Because of you, there's a chance we can end this war, end the Dark Lord. Dad...” Harry paused. His feelings about his father had changed so much since he had learned of his rape of Severus. “Dad, you were an asshole when you were at school. No, you were worse than that. Any kid can be an asshole, but you hurt Severus, Dad. You hurt the man I love. And for what? Because you thought he was a threat to the pretty little picture you'd built up of a life with Mum? He didn't deserve what you did to him; no-one does. It's been done to me, Dad, what you did to Severus. How does that make you feel? Knowing another Marauder thought it was okay to abuse me after following your example?” His tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, sobbing painfully as he let out all the anger and pain he had repressed for so long. “And now there's only one Marauder left – the one who betrayed you; who set this all in motion. You were part of a shitty group of boys, Dad, and Mum deserved better than you. We all deserved better than you!”
He got up and turned to go, but realised that Hermione was standing a little way off, her hand over her mouth, her face glistening with tears. She'd heard. Silently, she held out her hand and he took it. Using her wand, she created a wreath and handed it to him so that he could lay it by the tombstone.
Harry came forward, pulling Hermione with him. “This is Hermione, Mum,” he said, “you'd have liked her. Other than having crappy taste in men she's really smart. I'd never have survived as long as I have without her.” He paused, “Without her and Severus. They've both kept me alive over the years. Mum, Severus is a good man. Please try and be happy for me.” He placed the wreath and then backed away.
The walk back to the tent was undertaken in silence. Neither wanted to broach the subject of what had been said by that marble block. The tent was taken down silently, and they even apparated to the Forest of Dean without speaking.
Landing in the Forest, Harry collapsed and clutched at his stomach, curling in a foetal position. He felt a tightness in his stomach that made him horribly afraid. Gritting his teeth, tears stinging his eyes, he held his arms against his womb, desperate to keep the pup in him.
“Oh, Harry!” Hermione sobbed, “I should have realised! I thought you might be, but I didn't want to say anything! I forgot apparition is bad for a newly pregnant wo-, erm, man.”
He sobbed and moaned whilst Hermione scrambled in her bag for a general healing potion. She had ensured that every potion in her bag was werewolf safe, and so she felt confident that giving it to him wouldn't spark another miscarriage.
Once he had swallowed it and the pain had begun to ease, she began erecting the tent. By the time she was done, Harry was shakily getting to his feet and helping her cast the protective charms.
“Go inside, Harry,” she ordered, “your magic will be unstable for a little while.”
Glad to have an excuse to lie down, he wobbled into his room, which still smelt reassuringly of Severus, and lay down, softly stroking his still painfully clenching stomach.
“I'm sorry, little one,” he whispered. “I didn't know that could hurt you. I won't do it again until it's safe for you.”
***
It took a few days before Harry could move without feeling a complaint from his traumatised womb. During that time he and Hermione discussed ways to get into the bank and destroy the horcrux they believed was in there.
“Harry, I know you don't like it, and we'll happily leave it 'til last, but I think Professor Snape is our best bet.”
“I'm not risking him!” Harry snapped through clenched teeth, rubbing his belly.
Eyes narrowing, Hermione questioned Harry, “Is it still hurting? You seemed better this morning.”
“I was, but I must be tired now.”
Steeling herself, the witch asked, “Have you told Professor Snape yet?”
“No,” Harry looked miserable. “I wanted to tell him first, but I want to see his face when I do. I didn't want to just put it on the galleon.”
“You didn't tell me, Harry, I worked it out,” Hermione reminded him. “So, he'll still be the first person you tell.”
“True,” he cheered up slightly before reverting to their original conversation. “So, if we can destroy the locket that means we'll have got rid of four horcruxes. It just leaves the cup, something of either Ravenclaw's or Gryffindor's, and the one in snake-face itself. We're getting there, Hermione!”
She smiled, glad to see him looking happier for the first time since they had left Godric's Hollow. “We are. And if we can get rid of the Ravenclaw or Gryffindor one, then would you ask Professor Snape to get the one at Gringotts? It'd only be You-Know-Who's one left then.”
“Maybe,” Harry conceded grumpily, still not wanting to risk Severus. He felt a warmth on his trouser pocket and reached in, wincing slightly as pulled muscles complained, and tugged out the galleon. He read the short message. “He wants to see us. I think he has the sword to give to us.”
“What does it say?” Hermione asked. She knew that the galleon, whilst a brilliant idea, did have limited space on it, so messages had to be short. When Harry had been running the DA it hadn't mattered as people had only needed a day and time. Now though, it meant a little bit more work was needed to ensure meaning was clear as there was only room for 32 characters around the rim of a galleon.
“Where? Need see urg. Got sword.”
With care, he sent back: “Forst o.Dean.Nr Colne Brook Barn” That left him no characters at all, so he hoped Severus understood.
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CH10 Preview: Placing a hand on Snape's arm, Harry said softly, “We know, Severus. I think we've both come to the conclusion that the House system is stupid. It puts you with other people who are just like you, so those qualities get promoted and praised like they're good, when really we should all be mixed up to get a far more balanced view of the world. We both know that there are good Slytherins and bad Gryffindors.”
Giving the younger man a small smile, the teacher asked, “When did you start growing up?”
“Around the same time as the red headed prat showed himself to be so fucking immature,” Harry replied.
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