|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-12-01 09:10:00
When Did You Last See Your Father?, for scap3goat
Title: When Did You Last See Your Father?
Word Count: Approx. 4,225
Warnings: Mpreg, sexual situations, under 18, AU. No DH Spoilers. Probably a little bit sappy.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just play in it from time to time.
Beta’d by R, thanks again :)
Prompt: A rumour (surprise me) gets Snape and/or Harry in trouble. Both are probably (still/again?) at Hogwarts (or see each other on a regular basis). They need help with solving the problem...
When Did You Last See Your Father?
It was the silence Harry noticed first. It was the sort of silence that had followed him around when the whole school thought he'd put his name in the Goblet of Fire. The stares came next; as if he'd suddenly sprouted two heads or six arms. Ron jumped up from the Gryffindor table with a Daily Prophet held in his hands. As Harry glanced around the Great Hall, he realised there were a lot of newspapers beside the breakfast plates and his own face was staring up at him. Great, what had Rita Skeeter got to say now?
"Harry, tell me it's not true!" demanded Ron, thrusting the paper flush against Harry's chest, so he couldn't even read the headline. God, what had that cow written? Harry removed the paper from Ron's hand and held it at arm's length.
Harry Potter: Death Eater's Secret Love Child? the headline blinked on and off at him in gold lettering; there was little else besides his own photo on the front page. In very small print near the bottom left corner, the paper instructed him to read the rest of the story on pages five and six.
Harry quickly turned the pages and began reading:
Concerns have arisen about Harry Potter's parentage after a source has revealed that during their school days, ex-Death Eater Severus Snape and Lily Potter (née Evans) were firm friends at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But were they more than just friends?
Everyone knows the bitter enmity between James Potter and Severus Snape. Was it a jealous rivalry for the affections of Lily Potter? Lily and James Potter were married in the parish church of Godric's Hollow on the 20th February 1980; Harry Potter was born in July of that same year. Lily Potter was already pregnant with her son before she got married. (See page 13 for more on the declining morals of Wizarding society.)
"The dates fit," said a source who wishes to remain anonymous. "Lily Evans was going out with Severus Snape a few months before the wedding. The child could very well have been his and they were trying to hush it up after he joined the Death Eaters. James Potter had been a ladies' man, he was after everything in a skirt at Hogwarts, but there were no other children popping up. Not every contraceptive charm is foolproof; with the amount of wild oats he sowed you would have expected something to take root. I don't think he could father children at all."
So there you have it, from a trusted source: James Potter could not in fact have fathered any children and that Lily Evans had been an amour of one Severus Snape. It has been well known that before You Know Who was defeated, Harry Potter and Severus Snape were secreted away for 'extra training'. What was this extra training and why wasn't the public told about it? Because it was Dark, that's why!
The Ministry should demand a blood test to see who Harry Potter really is. Is the Boy Who Lived nothing more than a Death Eater's son? Is the reason he defeated You Know Who because his father had been teaching him Dark magic? Is the hero of the Light really Dark after all? The public deserve to know the truth!
Harry's hands were shaking the longer he read. He was livid! A trusted source?
"That bitch! That fucking bitch!" he shouted loud enough for Professor McGonagall to hear him.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter. You should know better than to use foul language like that in front of the younger students."
The younger students in question were staring gape-mouthed at him, as if they couldn't quite believe that Harry Potter, Golden Boy, Dispatcher of You Know Who and their hero, had feet of clay after all.
"Do you think I'm worried about points, Professor?" asked Harry, waving the offensive article in her face. "Look what she's written! It's all rubbish!"
"That's no excuse. Now all of you get to your first class or you'll be late," said McGonagall, chivvying Ron and Harry towards the door of the Great Hall. Ron and Harry descended the stairs to the dungeons and Harry wished the floor would just split open down the middle and swallow him. He didn't want to face Potions today. And he'd missed out on breakfast!
"So it's not true, then?" asked Ron.
"Of course it isn't true!" snapped Harry just as the reached the Potions doorway. "Severus Snape is not my father!"
"Indeed not, Mr. Potter," drawled a familiar voice behind them. Harry winced at the tone. "I would hope that any son of mine would know how to stand a cauldron the right way up. Now hurry along! I will take that rag, Mr. Potter. One would think you would have more sense than to come into my classroom clutching a tabloid."
"Yes, sir," said Harry through gritted teeth as he relinquished the newspaper, glad to be rid of it.
As he'd expected, the Potions lesson was a disaster. Harry just couldn't concentrate. After his fourth explosion in the course of half an hour, it was almost a relief to hear the barked, "Detention, Mr. Potter! My office. Eight o'clock. For now, gather your things and get out of my sight!"
Harry wasted no time in hurling his books and quills into his schoolbag and heading back upstairs to his dormitory.
It wasn't until he was safely hidden behind the curtains of his four-poster that he allowed himself the luxury of tears.
Eight o'clock came and went, but still there was no sign of Harry Potter. Severus paced for half an hour, then he paced some more. By nine he was angry enough to spit nails. By ten past, he was out the door and marching up to Gryffindor Tower. Some first years shrieked as he stepped through the portrait hole and huddled close together, as if they sensed there was safety in numbers.
"Where is Potter?" he demanded of no one in particular. "He is late for his detention!"
"He's in the infirmary, Professor," said Granger. "Harry was very ill after dinner. He didn't want to go, but then he fainted so Ron and I took him. Madam Pomfrey is examining him now."
Examining him? Dear Merlin!
"Thank you, Miss Granger," said Severus as he hurried out and headed to the hospital wing hoping he would be on time. He skidded to a halt just as he saw Madam Pomfrey raise her wand in order to examine Harry. Harry himself was struggling, trying to avoid her wand.
"NO!" Severus roared.
Poppy turned and stared at him. "Severus, what is the meaning of this? I need to examine him. He's ill."
"No, he isn't," said Severus as he strode over to the bed and clasped Harry's hand in his.
Poppy stared some more. "Severus?"
"We're bonded," said Harry. "He's my husband. It was the only way to defeat the Dark Lord, by bonding to someone who had a Dark Mark."
"I see. So you aren't father and son?"
Severus snorted. "Does it look as though Harry shares my unfortunate genes, Poppy?"
"Well, no. But there has been talk. That article..."
"That article is only fit for the fire or the midden heap," said Severus shortly. "Rita Skeeter wouldn't know the truth if it leapt up and bit her on the arse!"
Harry giggled and Severus was relieved to see his good humour returning. These past few months had been emotional turmoil for Harry and Severus hadn't fared much better.
"Harry dear, you've been ill. I still need to examine you to make sure you're all right," said Poppy.
"I'm fine, Madam Pomfrey," said Harry. "I'm not ill. I'm pregnant."
Severus never thought he'd live to see the day when the Hogwarts' matron could be surprised. Her hands fluttered to her throat, as if searching for a necklace that wasn't there. "Pregnant? Pregnant? Oh my!"
"I'm not quite three months yet," said Harry. "That's why I didn't want you to run the scans; I didn't know if they might affect the baby."
"Of course, dear," said Poppy. "You have been looking after yourself, I take it?"
"Yes, ma'am. Severus has been giving me supplement potions and everything."
"I have also put shields in place around Harry's worktable and equipment in Potions," said Severus.
"I see. Well, I have to say that this is a surprise. There hasn't been a case of male pregnancy for years. I'll need to get some books on the subject. We'll have to firecall St. Mungo's to arrange a delivery room for you. When do you think you're due, Harry?"
"January, I think. But Madam Pomfrey, could I have the baby here? I'll be living here with Severus once I've left school."
"If that's what you wish, Harry."
"It is," said Harry, squeezing Severus' hand even more firmly.
"Okay then. I don't think you need to stay here overnight, Harry. If you think you'll be fine now?"
"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey. Sometimes I just get a bit of nausea at night."
Harry hopped down from the bed, still holding Severus' hand, but let go as soon as they were out in the corridor where any stray student might be passing.
"You still have detention, Mr. Potter," said Severus as two Ravenclaws passed them. "I think you should miss the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow and spend the day with me."
Harry turned, his eyes glittering. "Yes, sir."
Severus watched him go with a pang in his chest, wishing it wasn't so late and they could spend some more time together this evening. Sometimes he regretted telling Harry that they should keep their bonding secret until Harry was no longer his student. Sometimes secrets weren't worth it.
Harry took his time over his shower the next morning, deftly avoiding questions from Ron and Hermione who had already left for Hogsmeade. He hadn't lied to Madam Pomfrey, his nausea was worse in the evenings rather than the mornings and he was quite looking forward to spending the whole day with his husband. Thinking of Severus and his wonderful hands predictably had Harry's prick standing to attention, but he wanted to save that for later. What Severus did to him was so much better than what he could do with his own hands.
When he arrived at Severus' quarters; he was ushered inside where a small table was laid with breakfast for two. Severus was wearing what Harry thought of as his casual clothes. There were no robes today, just a pair of black trousers, a white shirt with a stiff collar and a black waistcoat, still fully buttoned. In recognition of the heat or the fact that it was the weekend, Severus had his sleeves rolled up. Only a paler patch of skin on his left arm revealed where the Dark Mark had once been.
Severus kissed Harry softly before swatting him on the behind and leading him to the table. Once Severus seated himself, Harry didn't take the chair opposite him; he sat down sideways across Severus' lap and wrapped his arms around his husband, nuzzling his neck.
"Breakfast first, brat. Play later."
"But I'm so hard," Harry whined, placing Severus' hand on his erection. "I want you."
"I want you too, but you're going to need your strength. I don't want you fainting halfway through, do I?"
"I don't know. I think you quite like it when you make me faint."
"I suppose it is rather flattering, but I do prefer my partners conscious."
Harry licked Severus' neck one last time, before reaching for a piece of toast. He ate it dry, without butter or marmalade, as that seemed to help with the morning sickness. Hopefully that should ease off soon. He couldn't wait for the middle months when he was supposed to glow with health and vitality; at the moment he sometimes felt like something half-dead that a Kneazle had dragged in.
While Harry continued to eat some more toast and fruit (he'd gone off cereal completely during his pregnancy), Severus causally stroked Harry's erection through his trousers while he ate his own breakfast and drank his coffee. Soon, Harry was writhing desperately on his husband's lap and was no longer hungry for food. It was a different hunger that consumed him now.
"Severus! Please!" he moaned, thrusting his hips against Severus' hand.
Severus must have thought he'd eaten enough, for now he too laid down his breakfast plate and carried Harry to the sofa, settling him on the cushions and kneeling in front of him. Harry could see Severus' erection tenting the black trousers and knew they were both as aroused as each other, for it had been over two weeks since they'd found the time to be together. It wasn't a day for slow, leisurely explorations. It was time for frantic kisses and stealing the breath from each other's mouths as they moaned and rubbed against each other.
"Severus!" Harry gasped, as he tore his mouth away in order to breathe a little. "We have too many clothes on."
Harry reached up and began to undo the buttons holding Severus' waistcoat closed. They could have used spells to get rid of the clothes, but Harry loved undressing his husband by hand, loved the intimacy of the act that no spell could replicate. Severus closed his eyes, hissing in pleasure as Harry worked on his buttons. Soon the waistcoat was open to Severus' waist and once Harry pushed it off his husband's shoulders; he splayed his hands across Severus' chest, feeling the muscles twitch under his hands. Severus let out a guttural moan and Harry's cock jerked in response to that noise; he was now so familiar with the sounds his husband made in passion.
As Harry started on Severus' shirt buttons Severus reached between them and tugged at Harry's t-shirt. Harry had to let go of the buttons in order for Severus to remove the garment. Once that was done, Severus wasted no time in grabbing for the button and zip of Harry's jeans, tugging them down to Harry's thighs. Harry's cock was pressed up against the front of his underwear, a wet patch already visible as precome dripped from the tip. As Severus caressed his shaft through the cotton of his underwear, Harry keened with desire and wondered if he was going to disgrace himself before they even got any further.
"Stop!" Harry groaned and gripped Severus' wrist in his. "I'm so close!"
Severus nodded as he removed his hand from Harry's body and continued with his own disrobing. Harry took the opportunity while Severus was doing that to toe off his trainers and tug his trousers and underwear down and off, his eyes fixed on Severus the whole time. Both of them were gazing intently at each other as they finally got naked.
Harry reached out and caressed Severus' face with his hands, before leaning up and pressing a deep kiss on his mouth. He could never get enough of the taste of him.
"What would you like, Harry?" Severus asked once they'd pulled away.
"In me. I want you in me," sighed Harry. It had been so long since they'd done that, Severus had been too afraid that it might hurt the baby. Harry felt so empty though and only one thing could make it right.
"It's fine. I asked Madam Pomfrey this morning if it was okay, she said it was if I was feeling all right." Harry closed his eyes and began to slowly stroke his cock, just teasing himself really; he didn't want to come until Severus was deep inside him. He shifted his hips so that his arse slid off the sofa cushions and widened his legs. He knew Severus loved being inside him too and he hoped to tease him into accepting the offer.
Harry opened his eyes to find Severus staring at his arse. "God, I'm bloody sure! Please, Severus! I want you in me!"
Severus nodded before summoning a vial of oil from the bedroom. It would have been more comfortable on the bed, but Harry was feeling too excited to wait even that long. He wanted Severus and he wanted him now.
The preparations didn't take long, both of them were feeling too aroused to let it go on for long. With three fingers inside him and nudging his prostate with every stroke, Harry was feeling fit to explode. "Enough!" Harry shrieked before he lost it there and then. He grasped the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too soon, whimpering with need as he denied himself. "Now! Oh, God now!"
Once Severus removed his fingers and coated his own erection with copious amounts of oil, Harry stood up and waved Severus onto the sofa. He needed to control the thrusts and he could do it better if he was on top. Severus settled back, his head leaning against the back of the sofa, ogling Harry's body. Harry knelt on the cushions either side of Severus and slowly lowered himself onto Severus' waiting prick, sighing with relief as he felt himself filled to bursting.
"I'm fine," said Harry, and he was. More than fine as he began to rock up and down and back and forth against Severus' chest, his cock lovingly pressed between them. Oh, how he'd missed this! Feeling Severus so hot and thick inside him; the sounds they both made as they drew closer and closer to climax. The feeling of being so connected, so joined to someone. Nothing could compare to it. All too soon Harry felt the tension coiling low down in his belly and at the base of his cock and balls. It wouldn't be long now. He rutted against Severus, faster and faster as Severus arched up against him, as if both of them were attempting to crawl into each other's skin.
Severus' hands were on his hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. "I love you!" gasped Harry. "Ahh! AHH! AHH!" he screamed as he spurted white between their chests. His cock was pulsing, throbbing with the force of his orgasm as he seemed to come for hours rather than seconds. His anal muscles clenched together and he felt the warmth of Severus' emission inside him.
"Harry!" Severus moaned and pulled Harry down hard on his cock.
"OH! OHH! OHH!" Harry grabbed hold of Severus' shoulders to steady himself through the tremors until at last he was fully spent.
Harry's legs resembled water rather than flesh and bone and he slumped against his husband, his heart beating like a hammer in his chest. "Oh, God! I needed that," Harry admitted, kissing Severus on the neck.
As Severus' cock softened it slipped out, but Harry stayed on Severus' lap, just moving over so that he was lying sideways rather than face on. Severus caressed Harry's softly rounding abdomen.
"Sometimes I still can't believe we have created a child," Severus said softly.
"Me neither," said Harry. "Severus, about yesterday..."
"It was my fault, Harry. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I know you had nothing to do with that article and I should have been more understanding with you in Potions. Your work has improved considerably recently. And I certainly didn't mean to make you so upset that you ended up in the hospital wing!"
"You did upset me, yes," said Harry. "But then it doesn't take much these days. I never knew being pregnant would make me feel so bloody weepy all the time. It hurt though, the way you said all those things to me. As if we'd never shared anything other than Potions classes. It was like the old you, before we got together and you hated me."
"I've never hated you, Harry. But I agree, what I said yesterday was hurtful and I shouldn't have done it."
"So do you have any idea who Skeeter's 'trusted source' is?"
"I suspect it may have been Lucius Malfoy," said Severus.
"Lucius Malfoy? But why would he make up something like that?"
"Why would anyone? He was after me at school, wanted me to be another notch on his broomstick, but I wasn't terribly keen to be just that. I had a terrible crush on him, I wanted us to be serious; so your mother and I had a plan to try and make him jealous. We pretended we were an item. It infuriated both Lucius and your father. It didn't work, Lucius didn't want me now that I'd sullied myself with a Mudblood and James Potter's torments took on a whole new dimension."
Severus shuddered and Harry had to stop himself from asking exactly what form those torments took. "Well, it's just a rumour," said Harry. "People will know it's not true, won't they? I mean no one would really believe that you were my father, would they?"
"Harry, that is not the most troubling part of the article. It's the fact that Rita Skeeter has all but come out and accused you of using Dark magic in order to be rid of the Dark Lord. Both of us could get sent to Azkaban over this."
"Well, we'll sue them for slander or libel, or something! They can't just print lies and expect to get away with it!"
"We wouldn't win. How did we defeat the Dark Lord, Harry?"
"Oh. Oh, it was Dark magic, wasn't it? Our bond? It doesn't feel Dark," said Harry softly.
"That's because in reality, magic is just magic. It depends on what you use it for, whether the intent is to harm or to help. But the Ministry decides what it considers Light and Dark magic."
"So what are we going to do?" asked Harry.
"We're going to need Miss Granger's help," said Severus. "Since she and Poppy are now the only ones who know our true relationship."
Two weeks later, Harry, Severus, Hermione and Madam Pomfrey were attending a press conference in one of the Ministry of Magic's many press rooms. As well as Rita Skeeter with her poisonous quill there were reporters from Witch Weekly, Potions Quarterly, The Quibbler, Quidditch Monthly and other magazines that Harry had never heard of.
Bulbs flashed, making them all blink in the glare of the lights as the reporters babbled amongst themselves. It was like watching a cauldron bubble to the boil and any minute now the excitement would get the better of the reporters.
"Mr. Lovegood," said Severus in a strong voice, addressing Luna's father, the editor of The Quibbler.
"Thank you, Professor Snape. Can you tell us any more about your relationship with Harry Potter? Is he your son?"
"No, Mr. Lovegood. Harry is not my son. I have never been romantically involved with Lily Potter. Harry is, in fact, my husband."
There were astonished gasps all around as quills scratched frantically across parchment.
"And where is the proof of this?" demanded Rita Skeeter.
"I was there at the ceremony," said Hermione. "I was the required witness. I have a copy of their bonding certificate right here. Of course you can also look it up in the Hall of Records here at the Ministry as well. Harry Potter and Severus Snape are a bonded couple."
"And the Dark magic? Did you defeat the Dark Lord using Dark magic, Potter?" asked Rita.
Harry smiled at all of the assembled journalists. He took Severus' hands in his and gazed up at his husband. "No. There was nothing Dark about it. The Dark Lord could only have been defeated by love, and with Severus, I found it."
"But what about his past as a Death Eater?" asked the man from Quidditch Monthly. "Aren't you worried about that?"
"The past is the past." Harry shrugged.
"And when are you going to try out for the England Quidditch Squad?"
Harry grinned knowingly. "Not this year at least. I can't fly at the moment. Not until after our baby is born."
There were more mumbles amongst the reporters:
"Did he say baby?"
"So he's pregnant then?"
"He is indeed," said Madam Pomfrey.
"What are you going to name the baby?" asked someone from Witch Weekly.
"We have a few names in mind but we haven't decided anything yet," said Severus. "Thank you for your time but we have to get back. The NEWT examinations are only days away."
Ministry guards ushered the reporters out and then the four of them made their way down to the entrance hall for the Floos to take them back to Hogwarts.
Madam Pomfrey and Hermione took the first Floo, and Harry was glad to wait with his husband. "You don't mind, do you, Severus? That everyone will know about our relationship now?"
"You leave school in a matter of days, Harry. I'm more worried about how it will affect you. Your reputation could be in tatters after this gets out."
"I don't care about my reputation, Severus. I care about you and our baby. That's all that matters to me."
Severus leant down and kissed him. "Let's go home, Harry."
"Let's," replied Harry, stepping into the fireplace holding his husband's hand.
Harry now had all he'd ever wanted and needed. A home and a family.