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Masculum Graviditate	By : ChibiAyane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 62390 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Here's a new Mpreg idea I came up with. Hope you like it!

"Speech."
'Thoughts.'
"~Parseltongue.~"
Spells and potions.
'Quotes.'
+Chapter 1: Prologue+
--Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, somewhere in Northern Scotland. Friday 22 December 1995. Final class period of the first semester for the Gryffindor 5th years - Double Potions with the Slytherins.--
Harry was slumped in his seat in the dreary potions lab, resting his elbow on the table while his hand was holding his head up. He was dead tired - damn Umbridge and her thrice damned detentions! And damn Snape and his Occlumency lessons! He hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in over a month! And any sleep he did get was wracked with nightmares. If it weren't for Hermione helping him and checking his work, he never would have even finished all of his homework; much less get passing grades! As it was, his grades were still suffering more than usual. And he couldn't even play Quidditch on his days off! What wouldn't he give to soar through the air on his broom, wind blowing through his hair?
Harry's eyes were just drooping shut when the door banged open and Hogwarts' own Dungeon Bat billowed into the room, his usual scowl in place. Harry's eyes snapped open once more as Snape stopped at the front of the class, glaring at every student before he spoke. "Everyone shut up and pay attention!" he snarled at them, even though the room was silent. This phrase and the obvious hostility was enough to tell the whole class that their professor was in an even fouler mood that usual. "Exciting news in the potions world has presented a few new potions to be added to the curriculum for the older students, starting with you idiots. They were presented to the Wizengamot and every potions journal in the world two days ago by their inventor; Horace Slughorn, Potions Master and former potions professor here at Hogwarts. The Wizengamot has since approved the potions, making it legal for them be brewed and sold by licensed Potions Masters. The Ministry has also sanctioned the notion that the brewing process be taught in classrooms by a licensed Potions Master, like myself." Here, Snape paused and let out an uncharacteristic sigh, as if he was dreading what he needed to say next. He sneered and continued. "I should hope that you all are old enough to know how babies are made and mature enough to keep your opinions on homosexuality to yourselves, so we'll put that explanation aside and get to the introduction of the new potions."
At this, he had everyone's undivided attention; some curious and interested, some wary and working their way up to disgusted. What did homosexuality have to do with making babies?
Snape grimaced and his sneer deepened. "As few people know, Horace Slughorn is a homosexual himself, and has been living together with his life partner for many years. And in all this time he has been endeavoring to create a way for two men to have a child together. An endeavor in which he has recently succeeded." Murmurs went through the classroom, mostly from the straight males who were grossed out and the purebloods who were thrilled with the opportunities this presented. Harry noticed Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, especially, were making googly eyes at each other. Seamus Finnegan was waggling his eyebrows at the other boys, making most of them uncomfortable and Dean Thomas was shaking his head at Seamus' antics. But the face that made Harry snort with laughter was Ron's. He looked horrified and disgusted, the look was plain on his face for all to see and he was shifting in his seat, as if imagining having sex with another man and popping out a baby. Hermione had that glint in her eyes again; telling both Harry and Ron that she would be getting her hands on any article or potions journal she could, just to figure out how it all worked. Both of her best friends knew that, because of this announcement, she would be poor company to be in if one wanted to have a decent conversation, at least for the next week.
"Quiet!" Snape bellowed, waving his wand and making two very long sheets of instructions appear in front of each student. Harry picked his up and looked them over, reading one labeled as 'Masculum Graviditate' and the other labeled as 'Masculum Ovi Ubertatem'. Glancing over the instructions, he noticed how complicated these potions were, each taking well over a month to brew as well as near constant overseeing. One needed to be stirred in a bizarre pattern every twenty minutes, for the entire brewing period!
"Now, I am required to explain to you all how the process goes, so none of you make any hasty decisions and resultant mistakes, doing yourselves irreparable harm," Snape continued. "These potions are both expensive and difficult to produce. I do not expect any of you or even the older students to successfully brew either of these potions." Snape smirked in satisfaction, happily rubbing it in all of their faces that their potion brewing skills were subpar, compared to his own. "This process, in essence, allows a man to get pregnant. It takes the use of both the potions in front of you and a new spell, also created by Horace Slughorn, to be successful. The spell you will be learning in Charms class. To become successfully pregnant, it takes three doses of the potion 'Graviditate' over the course of three days, preferably while the drinker is either unconscious or dosed with a pain relieving potion, as its effects are very painful. A week later, one would then take one dose of 'Ovi Ubertatem' - this potion isn't painful but is magically draining. Then, three days after that, you will need to use the spell called 'Seminis Inuerrere', followed by immediate intercourse." Snape's sneer deepened even more. "The Minister of Magic, Headmaster Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey would like me to stress to you all that if you ever decide to undergo this process, that it would be wise to have it overseen by a healer or mediwitch to be sure that everything goes as it should. There are several necessary spells that need to be used during the birthing process to... move things around, shall we say," Snape sighed again. "Thankfully, you will NOT be attempting to brew these particular potions until you reach NEWT level. You OWL students will only be studying the theory and preparations for the potions." There were groans of disappointment and sighs of relief all over the classroom.
Harry supposed it was a good thing, because he knew he would screw this up big time if he were to try brewing something this complicated on very little sleep. After laying the instruction sheets back down onto the table, Harry looked back up at Snape, expecting to be told what to do next. What he didn't expect was the hard unreadable look Snape gave him when they locked eyes. Harry's shoulders tightened, waiting to be insulted yet again for doing... whatever he might have done that Snape thought was wrong. But he was surprised again when Snape's gaze flicked away from him and over the rest of the class. 'What was that about?', Harry thought to himself.
The rest of the double potions class went as usual, with Snape ending the class with yet another warning about brewing or consuming these potions without supervision and assigning them extensive research and an essay on the theory of the new potions to be turned in when they came back from their holidays.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione dropped their stuff off at Gryffindor Tower before trudging down to dinner. The last dinner before the holidays. They sat down and started filling their plates, Ron stuffing his face in between asking questions about how those potions could possibly work.
"I's jus' no' possib'!"("It's just not possible!") Ron shouted with his mouth full, Harry translating the Mouth-Full-Ron-Speak in his head with practiced ease. "I me'... we 'on't ev' 'ave da righ' par's!" ("I mean... we don't even have the right parts!")
Harry shrugged and glanced at Hermione, who already had her nose buried in the latest issue of Potions Quarterly. There was a picture of a fat man on the cover, waving and smiling jovially; 'The Genius Horace Slughorn' was splattered across the page in big bold letters. It appeared as if Hermione didn't hear Ron or was just ignoring him in favor of her latest academic interest. He couldn't blame her; Ron was being rather gross again, eating and talking at the same time, spraying half chewed food all over the table in front of him. And, though Harry was loathe to admit it, these new potions were pretty interesting.
Ron swallowed his mouthful and continued. "I'm never popping a baby out my... Where would it even come out?! No way, only girls for me!"
Harry didn't want to agree. He really couldn't care less about gender when it came to whomever he would make a family with later on - if he ever got the chance that is. But he knew Ron was straight, so he just nodded as if to agree that Ron would never sleep with a man.
When they finished eating (Harry going so far as to pluck the potions magazine out of Hermione's hands and shoving her plate towards her when she scowled at him), they all turned to Dumbledore, who stood and started his speech about the winter holidays, telling everyone who was leaving to have a Happy Yule or a Merry Christmas. Harry was glad to be leaving for the holidays for once. He was going to Grimmauld Place to spend the holidays with Sirius and Remus and the Weasleys. Just one more blasted detention with Umbridge, and he was free!
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--Slytherin Castle, somewhere in Ireland. Same day.--
The Dark Lord sat behind his desk in his study, skimming over the reports from his Death Eaters and absentmindedly glancing through the various news papers, magazines and editorials. He'd seen the one about Slughorn and his new inventions, and while he commended the man on his brilliance, it really didn't help him any, other than making it possible for him to choose anyone he wanted to produce an heir, male or female.
He'd just picked up a report from Lucius Malfoy, relaying his son's observations from inside the school, when an idea started to form inside his head without his notice. He grinned when he read about the hellishly bad school year Potter was having. 'Good, anything to keep that upstart busy and out of my hair!,' he thought to himself. And he did have hair; he ran his hand through it tiredly as he finished reading the report. It had taken a lot of research to come up with a potion that would give him his looks back. It took hours of research in Slytherin's personal library and the Malfoys' family library, as well as a few illegal and rare ingredients, including some stealthily obtained blood from Potter and basilisk venom from the dead beast in the Chamber of Secrets.
He'd almost gotten caught trespassing in Hogwarts when he went down to the chamber to get the venom. He'd anticipated Dumbledore putting up wards against him, but apparently the old coot had managed a few more wards than he'd thought. He tripped an alarm the moment he went into the girl's bathroom, but he'd gotten down to the chamber in record time and left through another exit, so he didn't run into anyone. He wasn't going to try that again anytime soon. He'd gotten Lucius to relay an order to his son to get him a phial of Potter's blood, which Draco had easily done by starting a fight with the rowdy Gryffindor on the first day of school, punching him in the nose and summoning the blood from the ground after Potter had gone to the hospital wing. Draco had come away with a black eye and bruised knuckles, but at least he'd succeeded. The potion worked, restoring the Dark Lord's features to what they were before his soul was ripped from his body, and leaving him looking like his twenty-something self as Tom Riddle. (The youthfulness he'd already managed via some other experimental potions in which he'd been dabbling before he'd started hunting the Potters.)
Except this last potion to restore his looks hadn't worked as well as he'd have liked. Yes, he looked handsome and young, but for the color of his eyes. They were his natural crystal blue most of the time, when he was calm, but they tended to change color with his mood. They turned deep crimson when he was enraged, a bright green - not quite as vivid as Potter's - when he was happy or excited, a dark wintery grey when he was filled with a murderous intent. He wasn't sure about other colors, he didn't feel many other emotions. He supposed his eyes were an effect of using the blood of the same person he'd used in his resurrection.
Lucius had asked why he needed more blood from Potter, thinking perhaps it was the same reason as needing his blood for his resurrection, and Voldemort was only too happy to tell him that no, it wasn't the same reason. He didn't need the blood of his enemy this time, he needed the blood of a wizard with power similar or equal to his own. And, since he would rather walk around looking like a snake, than have anything of Dumbledore inside him, that left Potter. Lucius didn't enjoy the subtle implication that Harry Potter was much more of a wizard than Lucius himself or Lucius' son was. The Dark Lord always did enjoy how easily Malfoy took things personally. The look of hate on his face whenever it was implied that someone was better than he, even if indirectly, was just too much fun not to instigate.
The Dark Lord sighed. "Such a pity that a bloodline as powerful as the Potters' will end," he muttered to himself. Then, the idea finished forming in his head and everything clicked into place and he took immediate notice of it. A slow smirk spread across his face.
The Darkest Lord of all time then stood from his desk chair, grabbing the latest copy of Potions Quarterly and turned to make his way to his very own potions lab. He had potions to brew.
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