Journey to Somewhere

Until we Go down

A/N - Inspired by “Until We Go Down” by Ruelle and “Courtyard Apocalypse” by Alexandre Desplat (DH soundtrack).  Another off course AU portion, this chapter assumes the “Prophecy” was first spoken mid 70’s with an ambiguous reference to the year the child would be born.  This chapter is short… I tried, but it just wouldn’t grow.  It says enough.

Harry reached the dungeons and pounded on Severus’ door.  He was panting, his head was swimming with visions and he wanted to puke.  His stomach lurched powerfully and his meal was releasing just as Severus opened the door to his office.  He heaved, acid from his stomach bubbling into his mouth acrid and painful.

Severus was surprised to see Harry there at that time of night.  His anxiety ramped up as he watched his son heave so violently that his whole body was almost coming up off the floor.  He waited until the heaves subsided a little and patted Harry’s back until the heaving stopped. He banished the mess and smell.  He brought his son into the office and set  the boy down on the couch.  He knelt to try and get a look to hopefully figure out what was wrong with Harry.

“Harry… What is it?” Severus asked concern etched over his features.

Harry’s eyes looked so lost before he flung himself at his father and cried.

Severus held Harry and let the boy weep. Harry’s body was shaking and when he pressed a hand to Harry’s skin it felt cold and clammy.  He was beginning to worry now.  It was a few minutes until Harry started to calm down.

Harry pulled back and looked at Severus with such torture staring back out at the him.

“I wasn’t the first…” Harry choked out… “I was the last.”

Severus looked confused.  He had no clue what Harry was talking about but he did not interrupt.

“I touched Trelawny on the way down here to keep her from falling when she tripped… Merlin, she was there for each one. Seven of us.” Harry cried, he knew he wasn’t explaining it well enough.

“Harry… let me get you something to help.” Severus stood and went to his cabinet and pulled out a calming draught.  Evidently Harry had seen something disturbing… but what could disturb his son this much?

Harry took it and waited for it’s effects to start helping his whirling mind and overwhelming sickness. He took deep breaths and finally his stomach settled and the calm swept over him.  He sighed.

“I’ll start from the first that I could piece together from the visions.  Albus enlisted Professor Trelawney, I am not sure why, but he did, to help him create a child to combat the Dark Lord.  She was unaware of her prediction, but he knew he could control her completely, at least that is my assumption.  But his first attempt was with a wizarding couple that ended in the death of the child and the mother, it was a bloodbath.” Harry recounted, he felt detached so he went on, “They tried three more times with male/female couples, each time the child would explode within the woman before they could get it out of her.  They moved on to a lesbian couple next, both women were pregnant at the same time with the same results… I was the last. Well sort of..” Harry choked on this part the calming draught not helping in this last instance.  “I had a sister… the baby died inside Lucius... But did not explode… they cut it out and fixed him. He was unconscious the whole time, unlike you. “ Harry started hyperventilating then and then dry heaving once again.

Severus stared, dumbfounded. “Bastard.” Severus whispered as he gathered Harry into his arms.

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