Chapter 1

"Damn it! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Harry groaned as he finished emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

He was currently in the prefect's bathroom, as Ron had given him the password as soon as he got the ginger got his badge. It was only the second month of school, and for those in Harry's year it was their last year at Hogwarts. Having beaten Voldemort the past summer, Harry had been looking forward to a normal school year, or as normal as things could be for "the Boy Who Lived." That did not seem to be happening though, and Harry was worried, because this was the fifth day in a row that he had been sick. He had always had a strong stomach, but now just the fumes from the Great Hall sent him sprinting to the loo.

He shakily stood up and cleaned himself up before heading to Transfiguration. As he walked into the classroom, Hermione and Ron gave him questioning looks as they had been with him when he basically ran away from them at lunch.

"Not feeling well." Harry said quickly.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked, eyebrows knit together.

"You should head to the Hospital Wing, Harry." Hermione stated, her voice holding an authoritative tone as usual.

"I don't know, I really don't want to go to the Hospital Wing if I can avoid it-" Harry started, trailing off.

"You're just scared of Madame Pomfrey, mate." Ron chortled.

"You would be too if she hunted you down and dragged you back to the wing by your ear." Harry shot back, scowling as his friends laughed.

"Harry, really, you should go there. Better be safe than sorry." Hermione rationalized.

"You better go mate." Ron agreed, shrugging helplessly, worried that Hermione would whack him if he didn't support her.

"Fine, guess I'll see you two later." Harry sighed defeatedly.

He left and headed for the Hospital Wing. He walked through the doors when all of a sudden he felt dizzy. Trying to sit down, he fell as the room got fuzzy, and the last thing he saw was Madame Pomfrey rushing over to him before the room went black.

00000000000000000000000000

When Harry woke up he found himself in a familiar white bed. He looked around and groaned as he remembered what had happened. As he started to get up Madame Pomfrey came over and stopped him.

"Not so fast, Mr. Potter. Are you aware of what condition you are in?" She scolded him.

"Condition? I just came down here because I haven't been feeling well. Then I got dizzy and passed out." Harry recounted.

"What were your symptoms, might I ask." Poppy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I've been throwing up a lot, and having dizzy spells, as you just saw." Harry answered, looking questioningly at the mediwitch.

"Yes indeed. Well while you were unconscious I did a full scan and found the cause of your ailments," she paused, " congratulations Mr. Potter. You're pregnant."

"What?! Men can't get pregnant, so what kind of joke are you trying to pull?" Harry demanded, his mind stuttering over what he had just heard.

"You are partially correct, muggle men cannot get pregnant, however you are not a muggle, and wizards are fully capable of conceiving, when they are powerful enough. And you, Mr. Potter, being more powerful than Dumbledore himself, are definitely powerful enough. If you were having unprotected homosexual intercourse then this is not surprising. I suggest you tell the father as soon as possible." Madame Pomfrey stated, fixing her gaze on the young man.

The little color left in Harry's face drained away. "Crap." He said, before he passed out once more.

000000000000000000000000000

It was safe to say that Harry was terrified. Not only was he pregnant, but no one except his lover and Madame Pomfrey knew he was in fact gay. And now he had to find some way to tell the love of his life that he was knocked up. All sorts of worries were buzzing around in his head.

What if he hated him for it?

What if he told him to abort it?

What if he laughed at him and told everyone how stupid he was for ever believing someone would want a child with a scrawny twig like himself?

Well, if it all came down to now or later, Harry would rather it be now so he could get it out of the way. He was currently standing in the owlery, attaching the letter he wrote to Hedwig's leg.

"Ok girl, be safe out there." He said as he let her fly away.

Well now all there was to do was to wait and see if he still had a fiancé in a couple of hours.