Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his world

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his world.

Warnings for slash, mpreg, chan (Harry is 15 at the beginning), and dubious consent. If you don't like it don't read it.

Twist of Fate
Prologue
Jan 12, 1996
Harry's Fifth Year
Last Day of the Christmas Holiday

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his world.

Warnings for slash, mpreg, chan (Harry is 15 at the beginning), and dubious consent. If you don't like it don't read it.

Harry was distracted as he watched the landscapes change quickly outside the Knight Bus' window. After his conversation with Remus he had fallen back into the contemplative daze that had consumed him for the last two days; since it happened.

Harry didn't know how to explain what had happened, but it knew that it had felt wrong. Sirius had been so depressed and all Harry had wanted to do was cheer him up. He had gone up to where Sirius had been feeding Buckbeak. Sirius had been distracted and quiet when Harry approached him…

"Sirius, are you alright? I was getting kind of worried about you." Harry sat down right in front of his godfather and gently lifted his chin so that Sirius was looking him in the eye. At first the eyes seemed to be unseeing and then they focused.

"Oh, Harry I am sorry, I was thinking and I didn't hear you."

"I asked if you where alright." Harry's gaze showed every bit of worry he felt. He brushed Sirius' hair out of his face and then let his hand come to rest on a gaunt cheek. "I know that you are lonely here. I wish I could help."

Before Harry knew what was happening Sirius' lips were on his and he was being pushed back onto the floor. If felt so wrong for it to be Sirius doing this. True he hadn't really felt anything when Cho had kissed him and he was starting to wonder if he liked girls at all, but this wasn't right.

Harry struggled under his godfather for a moment, but soon he gave in. He didn't want it, but he would give this to Sirius if it was what he wanted. He didn't want to hurt his godfather's feeling and push him away. He only wanted to be loved.

Harry shook his head from the memories and back to the present. Sirius had taken all of Harry that night and Harry really wondered what the latter consequences would be. Sirius had not said more than two words to Harry since and Harry had told no one nor would he ever.

They would be at the school soon and Harry steeled himself for his return into hell.

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March 3, 1996

Harry felt so sick. He had been ill every morning for two weeks now and it showed no signs of stopping. He had almost stopped eating altogether, but then hunger would hit him and he would sneak down to the kitchens under his invisibility cloak.

One thing that Harry was very grateful for was the fact that Snape didn't know. Harry was still haunted by that night with Sirius, but no matter what else Snape had managed to see in Harry's head, he had been able to keep that memory safe.

Ron and Hermione were worried about him, but what else was new. He knew that something had to give or he was going to have to go to Madam Pomfrey.

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June 21, 1996

McGonagall had come back that morning. It was a bit of a relief for things to be returning back to normal, but Harry felt none of it, he was numb.

The sickness had all, but vanished. Harry had however, now figured out what was wrong with him. It was hard to miss now that his stomach had stopped being flat and he didn't look as painfully thin as he had for most of his life.

No, Harry knew exactly what was wrong with him; he just didn't want to believe it.

As best as he could figure, Harry was twenty-three weeks pregnant with his now dead godfather's child. This did absolutely nothing for Harry's emotional state.

The term was almost up and Harry knew that this summer would be hell.

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A/N: I adopted this fic from SevsMoonChild Chapters 1-8 1/2 are hers. Tell me what you think. Please review.