Hello all readers! If you decided to check this out, then thank you. It's the first Harry Potter fanfiction that I have actually finished in my life, so yes, I am very, very proud of this. However, as it is the first, I have no idea how I did, other than a friend's praise. This was not beta-read other than by me and my spell checker, and most of it was written during the late night hours when I should have been sleeping, and in my English class. If it seems disconnected and just, well, random, feel free to say so. I don't mind. Constructive critisism is very welcome (it helps, after all), but flames will just be laughed at.
With that said...
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter. I never did, I never will, so blah.
Warnings: Slash (malexmale relationships), m-preg, AU because this and it's sequels were written BEFORE HBP and... and yeah. If you don't like this kind of stuff, then kindly refrain from reading this.
If you're still here after the warnings and stuff, then I will kindly leave you to your reading. If you have relevant questions, feel free to email me. I'll answer as soon as I can.
xXAnd here we go!Xx
It was a few long months ago when something had gone terribly wrong. In the middle of June, Harry Potter had been taken away from his temporary residence at Number 4, Privet Drive. Four days later, members of the Order of the Phoenix had gone to inquire about his lack of messages. Upon discovering the house burned down with no survivors, they magically combed the area for their precious Savior.
However, months passed with no sign of him, until one day, Severus Snape, Potions Master and professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry returned from a nearly fatal Death Eater meeting with the boy unconscious in his arms. That was in mid-February. Severus had been beaten, tortured, and even violated horribly that night, but still, he held onto the last Potter until he was safely within the care of Poppy Pomfrey, the school nurse.
The rest of the month dragged on and Harry had almost returned to normal. During his classes, in March, he was quite, withdrawn and jumpy, but still he took quick notes and turned in marvelous work. None of the professors seemed to notice the silence while casting spells and the occasional wandless, silent magic being done.
Through sheer determination and perseverance, Harry taught himself six months worth of magic in six weeks. Professors noticed the rapid learning and thought all was right in the world again.
The night of April third, however, found Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy wandering through the halls of Hogwarts, arguing over the use of Dreamless Sleep potion. They were still arguing over the fact that it seemed to be addictive despite the lack of addictive components when Severus' unusually accurate gut feeling told him to stop. He looked around suspiciously, his mind trying to think of what had caused him to become wary. He had traveled this corridor plenty of times before, but never before had he been forced to stop on feeling alone.
"Severus?" Draco asked. "What's wrong?"
Severus strained to detect movement of any kind. He frowned when something told him to check behind the door. He unlocked the door closest to him (why was it locked in the first place?) and pushed it open. His eyes widened when he saw Potter in a corner, sweating and bleeding from his lower body. Beside him, Draco gasped.
"What the f—k?" he asked. Severus quickly ushered him into the room and locked the door again. Potter's glazed, pain-filled eyes turned to them.
"Help me..." he gasped out. "Contractions... pain..."
Severus suddenly understood what was going on, though it caused him to pause. How had Potter kept it hidden for so long? Wouldn't Poppy have known?"
"Draco, transfigure something into a bed and get Potter on it. Don't ask questions."
Draco nodded and pulled out his wand. Severus also weaved a metal thing for Potter's legs to rest on. He ignored its name. Draco levitated Potter onto the somewhat squishy bed (ignoring the obviously pained gasps and moans) and Severus did away with the boy's pants and boxers. They were ruined now anyway.
Casting a blanket over Potter's legs, Severus lifted them over his makeshift rest so they were at an almost ninety degree angle. Undisturbed by the lack of male genitals, Severus spelled his hands clean, conjured a pair of gloves, put them on, the knelt by the foot of the bed.
"Sev, I—" Draco started. He was interrupted by Potter's moan of pain. Severus winced.
"Draco, I want you to sit beside him and give him your hand."
"Severus, what's happening!" Draco demanded as he obediently did what he was told. Potter's grip tightened immediately around Draco's hand, making him wince.
"He's in labor," Severus explained. "Okay Harry, push."
If anyone had told him that he'd eventually be uttering those words, Severus would have hexed the person and sent them off to St-Mungos. He had studied healing and nursing by himself when he was younger, but he had never thought he'd actually use the knowledge.
Trust Potter to be the one to force him into helping to deliver a child. He only prayed that there was one of them.
But, as Potter's scream of pain bounced around the silenced room, Severus couldn't help but feel respect creep up from somewhere. Potter had gone through months of torture by the Dark Lord's hands and still had the will and the strength to live on and carry a child. He knew that, had their situations been reversed, Severus would have killed himself long ago. But here Potter was, fighting for both the child's and his own life.
Dammit, Severus thought as Potter twisted his head and groaned half into the pillow and half into Draco's arm. I'm going to start liking him now. Damn Gryffindor...
There was a moment silence in Severus' head as he concentrated on his task. When he felt his heart clench painfully when Harry started screaming again, he groaned inwardly.
And the fatherly instincts kick in. DARN YOU POTTER!
xX-author is snickering-Xx
Draco Malfoy decided that those nine hours were the longest in his life. He had sat by Harry as the boy gave birth whispering comforting words that sounded foreign to him. Finally, at five in the morning on the fourth of April, little Zacchia Potter was born. Harry was carefully holding her now and was looking almost baffled. Zacchia was whimpering quietly, wrapped up in a warm blanket that Severus had created. Draco leaned back, rubbing his hand. Harry gave him an apologetic smile.
"I-I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't realize –"
"It's okay," Draco said, giving the tired male a grin. Harry blinked at them both as Severus went about the room, cleaning everything and transfiguring things into clothes for Harry and Zacchia. "What's wrong, Harry?" Harry bit his lip.
"You both... helped me..." Draco raised an eyebrow and tipped the chair back, hands clasped be hind his head.
"We weren't going to let you die." Harry looked back down to Zacchia and cuddled her to his chest gently. Draco felt a longing to do the same, but pushed the feeling down.
"I... feel like I can trust you, but I don't know..." Draco pinned him with an inquisitive look. "Can I trust you two to keep my daughter and I safe?" Draco's somewhat icy heart melted when he picked up on the nervousness and lost quality to Harry's voice and the general worry behind his eyes. He smiled.
"Of course, Harry," he said, patting the Griffindor's raven locks. There was a thump and both teens jumped and looked to Severus, who had dropped a box of clothes onto the floor.
"We've already been through the trust thing, Harry," he said, directing various trinkets from around the room. "It took a lot of trust for me to not come after you in revenge when you looked through my pensive."
Harry had the decency to blush and look away, muttering and apology as he did so. Severus paused a moment and then accepted the apology before continuing on.
"If you want, you can ask the Headmaster for private rooms." When the Slytherins both caught on to Harry's obvious (but silent) objection to telling the Headmaster about Zacchia, Severus added to that statement. "Invent some lie about not feeling safe, or something that will get him to pity you and bend to your will, as you obviously do not want to tell him of recent events. As it is, you cannot go back to Gryffindor with a small child. It's too dangerous, for you and Zacchia. She will not be sleeping through the night for another little while anyway." Harry bit his lip, and then nodded.
"...Can you do me a favor?" he asked. Draco nodded, taking over for Severus for the moment.
"What is it?"
"I want a muggle video camera," Harry said, shifting Zacchia so that the newborn could move her arms about and not hurt herself. "Please?" Draco looked over to his godfather, who was sealing the box.
"I'll go buy one," he said. "Draco, bring these boxes down to my private quarters when you go with Harry." Draco was surprised, but nodded anyway.
"Thank you, Professor..." Harry muttered, already falling asleep. Draco quickly transfigured the chair he was sitting on into a crib and added a mobile above it. He then gently pried Zacchia away from her father (or mother, rather) and placed the now quiet baby into her new bed. He couldn't resist the small, gentle kiss he placed on her forehead before he pulled back to tuck Harry in before they had to leave the room. He looked to Severus and, when he was certain Harry was asleep, he sighed.
"Sev... I'm growing attached to them..." he whined. Severus nodded slowly.
"So am I, but I find myself thinking of Zacchia more as a granddaughter than a daughter." Draco groaned.
"Let's just see what Harry does before we get closer than he wants. We're still at war, Sev, and I have no doubt that our loyalties will be tested."
"...I'll be getting that camera now. You skip classes today and rest here. I'll cancel Potions and we'll help Harry through the weekend."
"Thank Merlin that Zacchia was born on a Friday..."
Severus just rolled his eyes and walked out.
Please review people! It's a Wednesday today, and if all goes according to plan, I'll update again on the weekend (keeping in mind that I still have school to think about). I'll let you know if something happens to my work, and because this is all on paper, I still have the original version.
Next Update: SUNDAY! (Because I still have to type out the end of it!)
Hope you liked it.