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STRANGE TWIST OF FATE

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Synopsis: A school trip during Harry's final year at Hogwarts changes his life forever. What will he do? And who else will it affect? WARNINGS: SLASH (Possible HPSS), MPREG, OOC.

Warnings Etc: SLASH (Possible HPSS), MPREG, OOC. Please no flames as you have been forewarned. Please ignore anything pre OOTP. Sirius is alive in this story, but not sure yet if he will actually appear, and Voldermort has disappeared for now.

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Chapter 1: Camping Disaster

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"Oh my God, have you heard?" Ron shouted excitedly as he joined Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table for dinner.

"No, what?" Harry asked, shoving a fork full of pasta into his mouth and murmuring "mmm."

"Malfoy got a fifth year Ravenclaw pregnant."

"Poor kid" Harry said sympathetically after swallowing his food.

"No!" Hermione said, bring a hand to her mouth in shock. "Boy or girl?" she asked. Everyone in the school knew that Malfoy would fuck anyone that would have him, regardless of gender.

"Boy" Ron told her. "Apparently his parents are collecting him tonight and taking him home. I feel sorry for the guy. Sixteen and carrying Malfoy's baby. Eurgh. Would you do it with Malfoy?" Ron directed the last part to Harry, who shook his head.

"He's not my type."

"We all know who your type is" Ron teased, nudging Harry with his elbow.

"Are you two looking forward to the trip?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.

"I guess so" Harry replied. "It'll be nice to get away from the castle for a few days." Seventh years were going camping. A new idea brought in by Dumbledore to give them a break from their last years studying.

"It'll be great" Ron said happily. "I loved camping when I was a kid."

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All the seventh years were gathered in the Entrance Hall, rucksacks on their backs and chattering excitedly. Harry came running down the stairs, he was the last to arrive.

"Where did you get to?" Hermione asked him as he reached them in the crowd.

"I was bursting for the loo" Harry told her, panting and out of breath. A few minutes later Snape appeared in the hall and called "silence." The hall fells silent immediately and all eyes turned to Snape.

"Unfortunately Professor McGonagall has been struck down with flu, so I have the, er, pleasure, of escorting you all on this trip."

"There goes all the fun then" Ron whispered into Harry's ear.

"Let's get going, the Hogwarts Express will be waiting for us" Snape instructed them all. The students all began to make their way outside into the grounds. As Harry took the last step leading up to the entrance to the castle, he suddenly felt faint. He stopped still and put a palm to his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Are you ok?" Hermione asked him.

"Yeah fine" Harry replied, opening his eyes and looking at her. "Just felt a bit funny for a second."

"Mr Potter, is something preventing you from using your legs?" came Snape's voice from behind them.

"No sir" Harry told him, not looking around and choosing to walk on instead.

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"Shall we have a wonder around the woods?" Ron asked Harry as they were both about to climb into their sleeping bags. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep yet, Snape's sent us to be well early."

"Ok" Harry agreed, he didn't feel too good from earlier, a wander might make him feel better.

Harry and Ron put their coats and shoes back on and went outside of their tents. They walked quietly to the edge of the campsite, but just as they passed Professor Snape's tent Harry let out a howl of pain and fell to the floor.

"Oh my God, Harry are you ok?" Ron asked, dropping down beside him.

"I don't know" Harry replied honestly.

"Do you think it's a stomach bug?" Ron suggested.

"Maybe" Harry replied, able to stand himself up again. "I think I should probably get back to the tent and have some water."

"Do you want me to fetch Hermione?" Ron asked, he was never very good around people who didn't feel too good.

"No, I'll be alrigh- ow." Harry bended over in pain again and this time Snape emerged from his tent, lighting his wand and smirking at the two of them.

"Where do you think you two are sneaking off to?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Harry's ill sir" Ron said hurriedly. "He's in a lot of pain."

Snape looked at Harry for a few moments and saw the grimace that was on his face. He also looked very pale. Sighing audibly, he said "Come in here Potter. Weasley, back to bed." Harry followed Snape into his tent and sat down as he was instructed to.

"What appears to be the problem?" Snape asked in a very bored voice.

"Stomach pains" Harry replied.

"Could it possible be something you have consumed?" Snape asked, equally as bored as his last question.

"I don't think so sir, this is really intense. It comes and goes."

Bending down in front of Harry with a sigh, Snape put a hand to his forehead and frowned. He then asked Harry to take his coat off and pressed his stomach lightly through his jumper. He then pressed harder and left his hand there for a few moments. Harry could have sworn he heard a very quiet "shit" come from Snape's lips.

"Mr Potter, could you pull your jumper up for me?"

Harry complied. He lifted up his jumper and put a hand to his bare stomach. Harry jumped from the coldness of it and Snape actually muttered "sorry." Another wave of pain hit Harry and he curled forwards, still with Snape's hand on him.

"What's happening to me?" Harry asked, terrified. Snape didn't answer straight away. He looked down at the floor and then slowly back up at Harry.

"You're in labour Mr Potter" Snape said quietly. "You're having a baby."

Harry stared at his Professor in complete shock, his mouth hanging open. Time seemed to stop and he could hear the quietness ringing in his ears. He shook his head and looked back at Snape.

"No… I'm not… you must be mistaken sir."

"No mistake Mr Potter. Are you telling me you do not recall conceiving this child?"

Harry bit down on his lip and willed himself not to cry in front of Snape. Of course he remembered the act in which this could have happened. It was just over eight months ago after the leaving feast at Hogwarts. But…

"But I don't even have a bump" Harry piped up, indicating his relatively flat stomach. Ok, so he'd put on a bit of weight in recent months, but who didn't? And ok, so he'd had unprotected sex, but that didn't necessarily mean that-

"Mr Potter" Snape began exasperatedly, pushing a hand through his hair. "I can fully understand that this is difficult for you to fathom and take in at the moment, but I can assure you that you are in labour. It's not uncommon to become pregnant and not gain a huge bump, even in the muggle world. But in the wizard world, if a wizard is not aware he is pregnant they generally won't show very much as magic and feelings play a huge part in pregnancy."

Harry couldn't hold it in any further. The tears began to fall and he looked away from Snape through sheer embarrassment.

"Well, I need to get you to St Mungos as soon as possible" Snape said, choosing to ignore the crying. He couldn't deal with other people's emotions.

"No" Harry shouted loudly, looking scared now. "Not St Mungos, please, this will be all over the Daily Prophet if I go there. Can't… can't Madam Pomfre-"

"She's on holiday" Snape cut in.

"Can't you help me… please?" Harry pleaded.

"No, absolutely not" Snape said.

"Please" Harry said again. "I know you could do it. And if you don't, I'll… I'll run off."

"I'd like to see you try" Snape retorted sarcastically, but then shook his head regretfully. The boy had just found out he was pregnant and in the process of giving birth in one harsh slap. He may be a mean, moody and fearsome, but he wasn't a complete heartless bastard.

"I know you're frightened" Snape began, in an uncharacteristic tone. He was just grateful nobody else was here to witness what was happening. "And if you're really against the idea of going to St Mungos… then I'll be willing to deliver your baby. But I must warn you Mr Potter, if anything goes wrong during or after the birth, I may not be equipped to deal with it."

"I still want you to do it" Harry said.

"Very well" Snape replied, rolling up his sleeves and asking Harry to sit on his sleeping bag. He placed his rucksack behind Harry to be used as a pillow and then instructed Harry to take his trousers and underpants off. Harry's eyes widened and he swallowed nervously. "This is no time to be feeling shy Mr Potter."

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FOUR HOURS LATER…

"Remember the breathing exercises Mr Potter" Snape spat.

"I'm trying" Harry shouted, grimacing through a contraction.

"I'm going to ask you to push during your next contraction Mr Pott-"

"Stop calling me fucking Potter you bastard" Harry spat.

"I'll choose to ignore that" Snape said, half wanting to give the insolent little brat a months worth of detentions, but thought it a highly inappropriate time to do so. He looked up into Harry's face and could see the tears of pain escaping them. A wave of sympathy shot through him and he quickly tried to discard it. This was Potter for fucks sake. The idiot had got himself pregnant and hadn't even realised, even when he went into labour. He deserves no sympathy.

"I can't fucking do this" Harry cried out.

"You need to push" Snape instructed as another contraction began.

"I can't do it, please make it stop, I'm begging you."

"Harry, this baby is going to come out one way and one way only" Snape shouted. "Now fucking PUSH!"

Harry did as he was told, but mentally noted that Snape had called him "Harry" for the first time in his life. He pushed with all his might and then collapsed back against the rucksack. It seemed like no time at all when Snape was bullying him to push again. He felt exhausted. He shook his head.

"No… I can't."

"This will all be over very soon if you just push. Millions of people have done this before you and millions of people will do this after you. Stop being a fucking wimp and push. Don't make me force you!"

Harry pushed again as hard as he possibly could. This went on for then next few minutes until he suddenly heard a cry fill the air and he collapsed back, vaguely hearing Snape say "you've got a daughter Mr Potter."

Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He felt himself drifting off to sleep when Snape spoke again.

"Mr Potter?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Snape, who was holding a bundle of blankets, he assume the baby was in the middle of it somewhere and it had stopped crying.

"I've looked her over and she appears to be fine. Would you like to hold her?"

Harry shook his head and looked away, not being able to stop the tears that began to flow. Snape looked down at the baby in his eyes and then back at Harry.

"Are you going to tell the other father?" he asked. Harry continued to look anywhere but at Snape and the baby.

"I guess" Harry said. "He can have it, cos I don't want it."

"You don't mean that" Snape said.

"Yes I do" Harry replied.

"So who is the father?" Snape asked, not really expecting Harry to tell him.

"Do you really want to know?" Harry said, looking directly into the eyes of his Professor.

Snape had a sinking feeling. Had Harry got pregnant by someone who was married? Had Malfoy worked his magic on another Hogwarts student? Or was he raped? Putting the last thought to the back of his mind he said "yes, I do want to know."

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Coming up in the next chapter: Will Harry reveal the father? If so, who will it be? What will happen for Harry now? ARGH!!!!! So many questions…

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(This chapter was posted on January 19th)

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