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Earthquake
Chapter 2
I sink
now to the ocean floor because I know that we are more but
I've
made this mess
Severus sat in his armchair fingering his glad of brandy. This past week had been torture for him. Only one week left of this hell hole then he would leave this school for the summer and come back to find it void of Potter in the fall.
Yet somehow that depressed him even more than he already was.
He had waited seven long years to finally get rid of the boy and now he wished he would never lose him. Yet he had already lost him.
After that fatal night one week ago Harry had refused to look at him.
He spoke when addressed in class but only in a monotone, dead voice that reflected no emotion. Severus had baited him; taunted him with the memory of his parents, laughed at his supposed stupidity, which Severus knew was just an act to make Harry seem less important, and had even added snide comments about Harry's inability to find love because no one could love someone as dirty as Potter. Yet it was to no avail.
Harry had simply sat there, nodded and muttered a quiet, "yes sir".
The brat seemed fine, laughing quietly when around friends, being respectful to the teachers and preparing for graduation.
Nothing affected him and it bothered Severus to no end.
Obviously his declaration of 'love' was a game as it seemed that his rejection caused no heartache for the younger man.
Severus laid his head back against the tall chair, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as he sipped his drink.
In a week he would be free and he would attempt to forget about the boy whom he once despised.
Yet he doubted he would be able to.
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Hermione was worried, not just her normal worried about a test or where her book was or whether she had read enough, no this worry was much greater and that was saying something.
No, she was worried about one of the two things that she actually worried about more than her school work, one was Ron and the second, the one she was currently worried about, was Harry.
Oh, he appeared to be alright to everyone else, but Ron and she had been his best friends for much too long not to notice this change.
For a little over a week they had watched their friend sink into a deep depression. They saw him pushing his food around at meals, Ron heard him in the middle of the night walking around, and they both noticed the light in his eyes dim until it was almost completely gone.
Ron watched him in the mornings when Harry thought he was alone and saw that he was losing weight and had dark circles under his eyes. His skin was almost translucent and he has scabs on his lips from biting them, a habit he had whenever he was deeply upset. Yet come breakfast all these symptoms vanished and Hermione suspected the use of glamours.
Harry had used them before, often after summer vacations at the Dursely's to hide the abuse that they inflicted on him. Ron and Hermione had gone to take Harry from there the summer after their 5th year only to find the boy locked in a room and beaten black and blue. After that incident Harry had told them all about the abuse when Hermione had threatened to tell Dumbledore if he didn't explain. He had done the same thing this year after another summer with the monsters.
Yet what could be causing this?
Hermione always solved the mysteries and this was the most important yet, she was determined to save her best friend.
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Harry walked silently towards the still lake. The moon reflected its stony image in the unwavering liquid. He wrapped his father's cloak around him tighter to catch some more warmth, yet to no gain.
Two days.
Two days and he would be finished with his schooling.
Two days and he would leave his home.
Two days and he would be an adult.
Two days and he would walk away from the only man, only person he would ever love.
The past weeks had been torture, yet it hadn't truly been.
Of course Snape's remarks hurt but what hurt the most was the fact that nothing changed. After a night of passion, after feeling his soft lips against his skin and the pulsing feeling of being filled by someone who you cared for, after what Harry had thought of as 'love making', the man continued to treat him like scum.
He shouldn't have expected anything else. The man could never love anyone, let alone a school boy. Snape probably had thousands of men, a new one every night perhaps, what need had he of a little boy with a crush.
Who was he fooling?
It wasn't a crush, it was love. True, passionate Love that consumed all and had left him burned.
Yet it was all over, it was finally time to move on and try to live his life without him, yet there would always be a piece of himself missing, a piece that could only be filled by Severus.
It had been two months since graduation and for the first time since then he felt remotely happy, scratch that, it was the first time since that… night… that he felt even a twinge of happiness.
Here he was finally reunited with most of the people he called family; Ron, Hermione, Molly, Arthur, Albus, Ginny, Fred, George, Luna, Neville, Remus, and Poppy.
He had become close friends with Poppy during his class on Healing he took in his 7th year, he seemed to share this intrest with the matron and the two were often found talking late into the night, especially after the Severus ordeal. The woman was the only one who knew that the reason he was in such a depressive way was because of a man.
She, like his other friends knew he was gay, but he refused to let anyone know he was interested in anyone.
After Poppy had threatened one day, near the end of term, to strap him down and call Saint Mungos for psychiatric help, he explained the event to her, being sure to keep Severus's name out of the picture.
The woman had listened to him and offered a shoulder to cry on.
And although he had never had a mother, he felt that she was one of the closest he had. Molly was also up there but she still treated him like a child who needed constant surveillance and love. Poppy on the other hand treated him as an equal, an adult.
Currently he was flying around with Ron, the twins, Ginny, and Luna, the rest of the group were lazing around the Weasley's backyard. This was the last get together before they went their separate ways to pursue jobs, internships, vacations, and so on.
Suddenly Harry felt lightheaded, black spots clouded his vision, and before he knew what was happening he felt his hands slip from his broom, falling 20 feet towards the ground.
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When he next opened his eyes w groaned at the image of white. The Hogwarts Hospital Wing, the one place he had spent way too much time in during his school years and was once again forced to awaken to.
"Tsk Tsk," he heard Poppy say as the middle-aged women walked into the room, wiping her hands off on a towel. "I finally thought I had gotten you out of these rooms." She said sitting down in a chair next to his bed.
Harry sat up slowly, "What happened?" he asked as he grabbed his glasses which lay on the table next to him.
"Well," the nurse said, "It seems that you had a black out, I wanted to wait till you awoke to take some tests to see why. I made everyone else leave, less they disrupt your recovery." She said as she pulled out her wand.
"So have you been feeling anything unusual lately?" she asked as she began weaving status spells.
Harry said thinking for a few minutes, knowing that he might as well tell everything as the women would find out eventually anyways.
"Well, I have been feeling slightly dizzy every once in awhile. My appetite has increased in the past month, especially after that night. Uhm," she said thinking back to anything out of the ordinary, "I have been sleeping better than ever before. I have been getting more tired lately, things that I once did with ease now strain me slightly. I've thrown up a few times, but I figure that's just with the weird eating habits. I was thinking that I had a cold. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier." He finished, slightly ashamed that he let it get this far, he hadn't realized so much was wrong with him.
Pomfrey looked down at the boy with puzzlement, "You don't seem to have a cold, let me run a few more."
After a few minutes she sat back down, slightly flushed.
"Harry, have you been with anyone since that night?" She asked carefully, knowing it was a touchy topic.
"No, why.. Wait! I don't have Aids or an STD or something do I? Oh Merlin I can't believe this, why did I do this now I'm in trouble.." He began to rant and Poppy looked confused.
"Harry what is this AIDS or STDs you talk about?" she asked in confusion, he looked up at her with hope.
"It's a disease you can get in the muggle world from unprotected sex, with AIDs, you almost always die from it. Does this mean I don't have it?" He asked, relief glowing on his face.
"Of course not silly boy, we wizards are too powerful to let those things hurt us. But Harry, there is something, something big. Something that will change whatever plans you have made thus far." She said as she wrung her hands nervously, as if afraid to say what it was.
"Just tell me Poppy, I've been through so much nothing could shock me."
The nurse looked doubtful but told him anyways, "You're pregnant."
The boy's face lost all color and he fainted, 'Yea right, nothing could shock him, nothing but this.' The woman thought as she went about reviving her friend.
Harry and Poppy had been talking all day and it was now dark outside. The day hadn't been easy.
Once Poppy had woken him, he had been unbelieving but after she showed his the image of the heartbeat and he heard it, he had broken down.
It was Severus's child.
There hadn't been anyone else, there probably never would be. Poppy had held him as sobs wracked his small frame. Once again she asked about the father but he just shook his head and told her that the father would never love him or the child and he would take care of it on his own.
She had suggested abortion.
Even now as he thought over the day he felt distress at the mere thought, kill this creature inside of him? He would never be able to do this. This piece of Severus and him, yet unlike Severus, Harry would teach this child to love.
He had decided to tell his close friends, the ones who had been with him when he fell, yet the identity of the father would remain hidden, forever.
He was planning on moving anyhow, away from the painful memories, the pain, the guilt, and most of all, all reminders of Severus.
In just a week he would be moving to Chicago in the United States.
Poppy decided that she would stay with him until the baby was born because although she had never delivered a baby born from a male, she had plenty of experience with pregnancies.
His secret would be just that, a secret. Only terribly powerful men could conceive children and it had not been done since the time of Merlin.
Tomorrow he would face his family and explain everything to them, but for now he let himself cry for the happy family with Severus he would never have.
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