Bliss (The story)

Harry knocked on the door to Severus’ rooms, hoping that he wasn’t busy. He didn’t have to wait long before the door was swung open and the Potions Master was standing in front of him.

“Potter, what do you want?” Asked the dark haired man.

“P-Professor, I was wondering… if…” Harry stuttered.

“Spit it out already.”

Harry took a few steps into the room, it wasn’t as dark as he’d expected it to be. A large bed sat in the middle, the blankets atop it, a medium blue in color, and in the corner sat a dark oak desk, papers strewn about over top of it.

“I was wondering if I could get an anti-nausea potion?” Harry asked with a little more confidence than the first time.

Snape looked curious, “What for?”

“To keep from being sick all the time,” Harry could feel his stomach start to turn again but resisted the urge to vomit on the older man. Though the thought of puking on Snape was a funny one, he didn’t feel the need to be hexed in his current state.

Snape raised an eyebrow, “And why are you sick, Potter?”

“umm, it‘s kinda a long story,” Harry said, he really didn’t want to tell him about the baby inside that didn’t seem to like anything that he ate. “Can I have the potion?”

“When you tell me why you are so sick and need it so much.”

“I need the potion because… because…I‘m…” Harry stammered. He was going to blowup, Harry just knew it and he didn’t want to have a yelling match with Snape, not right now when he wasn’t feeling well and just wanted the potion so that he could go back to his own room.

“Speak, Potter. I haven‘t got all night. Why do you need an anit-nausea potion?” The Slytherin asked.

“Because I‘m pregnant,” Harry blurted out.

Neither man heard the other one enter the room, but they did hear the sound of his body hit the floor. Harry turned to see his Godfather laying behind him upon the hard wood of the floor. He turned back to Snape who’s face showed the look of shock, almost as though he’d stuck his hand in a light socket. Then he spoke.

“YOU‘RE WHAT? WHO‘S THE FATHER?” he asked his voice raised and Harry was sure that everyone in the house could hear.

“I‘m pregnant and you are.” Harry said calmly, it couldn’t get much worse. “Can I please have the potion?” he begged.

Snape got up and retrieved a case that was tucked in a set of his robes. With a flick of his wand the case grew in size until it was about as big as a muggle briefcase, from within it Snape drew out a blue-green vial and handed it to the youth.

“I am most certainly not the father by the way,” he said as an after though. There was no way he was the father, nope. He’d heard of the young Gryffindor’s late night endeavors and refused to let him pin this on him.

Harry however wasn’t going to let this rest, so after gulping down the potion he argued, “Oh yes you are, I tried to tell you but you wanted nothing to do with me. See what happens when you fuck your students over a desk!” Harry was beginning to become outraged and just as Snape began to counter a low voice interrupted.

“Harry!”

The youth turned to see who’d just spoken. It was Remus Lupin and he seemed just as shocked as Severus had a moment ago. Behind the older man was Ron and Hermione.

“What‘s going on here?” Remus asked, walking further into the room.

“Your little friend here is trying to say that I‘m the father of his child,” Snape explained, placing emphasis on a few of the words.

The werewolf turned to look Harry in the face, “You‘re pregnant, Harry?” he asked.

Harry only nodded, looking as though he was going to start crying any second. Damn hormones he thought.

“Do you have proof that Severus is the father?”

Harry’s lower lip trembled, “Only the fact that I had sex with him, and only him.” tears started to fall from the boy’s face and Hermione came to comfort her friend, Snape sneered.

“Severus?”

“What? You can‘t tell me that you believe that? Sure, I fucked him, but from what I hear so has half the male population,” he added in his defense.

Remus looked back at Harry, “Is this true, Harry?”

He shook his head, “Never, Remus. He‘s the only one, I swear! Please believe me!”

The bronze haired man nodded, “I do, Harry, I do.” He turned back to the tall Slytherin, “Severus, Harry wouldn‘t lie, even to you. If he says that it‘s yours then it must be.”

Snape seemed a bit angry now, “I still don‘t believe it and I will not take responsibility for it until I know for a fact that it is mine!” he retorted, then added looking at Harry, “Why didn‘t you just abort it? You should have known that I didn‘t want children anyway, everyone knows how much I despise them!”

This only made Harry cry harder, he put his arms around his midsection and everyone’s eyes followed. You could visibly see the swell there, more so because Harry was holding it tightly.

“How could you ever say that?!” Harry screamed, “I‘m not making you take responsibility, I can do this myself. You‘re the one that wanted to know why I wanted that potion. Maybe if you‘d kept your rather large nose out of my business, we‘d not be standing here arguing about it.”

Snape sneered at his comment, then Remus quipped in again.

“Harry, why don‘t you go lay down, maybe you‘ll feel better in the morning. Severus, After I attend to Sirius there, we‘re going to have a talk.”

Harry made his way to his room with some help from Ron and Hermione and Remus levitated his Mate to their room. He’d wake up sooner or later and then they’d have a talk about Harry and what just happened. Severus sat to writing the Headmaster, he’d know what to do, maybe he could even prove whether or not the baby belonged to him. If there was one thing that everyone knew, it was that tonight was going to be a long and restless night.

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