Bliss (The story)

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The next morning, Harry awoke to an empty bed. He stretched and started to get up. He could make out Molly Weasley and Remus’ voices chatting amiably from downstairs, and knew that everyone else had arrived as well.

He stood at the side of the bed and stretched again, looking around as he did so. A piece of parchment with elegant script written across it caught his eye and he picked it up to read.

Harry,

Love, I thought that you’d like to sleep in this morning since you didn’t seem to sleep well last night. I had that blasted house elf retrieve you some clothes to were today, so when you’re ready, change and meet me downstairs.
-Severus.

Harry picked up the neatly folded clothes from atop the desk and sighed. Of course Kretcher would have brought him the most uncomfortable clothes in his trunk. Harry really didn’t feel up to walking down the hall to his room to retrieve others, for fear of running into the twins or Ginny, so he carefully stripped and changed.

The jeans that he now wore were black, and tighter than any of the others that he had; the light blue button down shirt, not so tight but just enough to show off his expanded midsection.

He placed his wand in his pocket and ran his fingers through his hair in hopes of taming it a bit before he made the short walk down to the sitting room.

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He walked into the sitting room to find Molly and Remus sitting on the sofa, lost in conversation. Sirius was flipping through a muggle newspaper with Arthur, Ron’s father and Severus was leaning against the large fireplace staring into the flickering flames, lost in thought.

The dark haired wizard looked up when Harry walked through the doorway and gave him a faint smile. Something was wrong but he didn’t know if now would be such a good time to ask. Instead, he made his way over to the older man, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Well hello to you too,” Severus said catching everyone’s attention.

Harry smiled, ignoring the looks that he was receiving. “Good morning,” he responded, wrapping his arms around the man that had stolen his heart.

Molly stared awe struck at the boy she thought of as a son, “Harry!”

Said boy, turned to look at the older woman. “Hullo, Mrs. Weasley,” he said, placing one hand over his navel and leaving the other tightly wrapped around his lover.

Molly stood from her seat and Harry knew that the fireworks were about to begin. Everyone looked on in silence as she spoke, “When exactly were you going to tell me?”

Harry followed her eyes down to his midsection, “Well…umm… I’m sorry?”

“You’re sorry? How far along are you?”

“I’m into my second trimester.”

“You’re into your second trimester and you never once thought of telling me?” she said a bit outraged.

“I didn’t know how, and an owl was out of the question.”

“Well, an owl would have been better than nothing at all!” she retorted as she made a quick exit.

After she was gone, Harry looked around the room; everyone was starring at him like he’d swallowed one of Hagrid’s rock-like biscuits whole.

“What?”

Arthur stood, “she’ll come around, don’t worry yourself over it,” he said as he went to find his wife.

Harry hugged Snape, burying his head into the black fabric on his lover’s chest. Snape rubbed soothing circles on his back and murmured soft words in his ear.

Sirius stood and stretched, “This is going to be one unforgettable Christmas!” Padfoot commented as he made his way to the door.

“Indeed,” added Remus as he too made to leave.
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Later that day, Harry made his way to the dining room for dinner. He felt a little lonely; Fred and George and Ginny had been told of Harry’s pregnancy and while the twins took it relatively well, Ginny had not. The youth knew that she still had a crush on him, but there was nothing that he could do about it now. He was gay and he was going to have a baby, he only hoped that the young witch would soon understand, and stop hating him for it.

He halted next to the heavy door, that lead to the dining room. He could hear voices coming from inside and they didn’t sound very plesent.

“Severus, I can not believe that you were so careless!” a female voice screeched.

“Careless! I can assure you that I was not careless!” the voice of none other than Severus Snape proclaimed.

“Yet you were, to have gotten him pregnant! He is not James you know!”

“Why does everyone insist on telling me that?”

“Because it’s true! You can not treat the boy like you did James!”

“I promise you that the relationship between Harry and I will be nothing like the one you are referring to!”

“I hope not. The way that you treated him back in school, heaven forbid Harry have to go through that.”

“I believe that my relationships are none of your business, least of all the one involving James!” The Potions Master was angered now, Harry could tell and he had to do something about it. Though he still wanted to know what they were talking about. He made a mental note to talk with Snape about it later.

Harry slowly pushed open the large door and walked into the dining room to find Molly Weasley setting the table and Severus sitting with a book open in his lap. Harry knew that he wasn’t reading it though, for he’d just heard them arguing.

When he entered, the two shut up. Molly continued to ignore Harry and he knew that she was still angry with him for not telling her about his pregnancy. He’d have to find a way to make it up to her.

“Umm…” He stuttered, “Where…where is Remus and Sirius?”

Molly would not answer and when Severus noticed this, he spoke up, “They’re in the kitchen, I believe.”

“Ok, I’m going to go see if they need any help with dinner.”

“Alright, love,” Severus said with a gleam in his eyes. Harry knew why he called him that, it was to irritate Mrs. Weasley, which by the looks of it, worked.

Harry didn’t reply, instead he walked on through another doorway into the kitchen. What he saw when he walked in wasn’t what he thought he’d see though.

Standing pushed up against a counter with Sirius’ tongue shoved down his throat was Remus Lupin. Remus’ led rested against Sirius’ hip and as soon as they heard Harry walk in, the two broke apart.

“Harry,” Remus said, trying desperately to catch his breath. Sirius stood a few feet away from Remus, running his hands through his black locks.

Harry stood dumbfounded, “When were you going to tell me?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, Harry,” Sirius said at last.

“It’s complicated for you to tell me that you guys are seeing each other?”

Remus sighed, “Harry, it’s just that I was your teacher, and Sirius is your godfather. It’s awkward I guess.”

“Yeah, and I’m having my Potion Master’s child. What’s so awkward about it?”

“I didn’t know if you’d understand, Harry. I really should have talked to you about it before,” Sirius said, hoping that his godson would understand.

Harry nodded, “Well I know now. Just do me a favor and tell me that you’re being safe, I don’t really fancy another little one running around.”

Remus laughed and Sirius answered Harry’s request.

“Well Harry, you’ll never have to worry about that.”

The youth shoot his Godfather a questioning look and Sirius clarified.

“Werewolves are sterile, they can’t procreate. The only way there is going to be a little on around here is if we choose to adopt.”

Harry let out a breath that he didn’t notice he was holding and Sirius smiled at him.

“Well I guess that I’ll leave you two alone. When are we opening presents? It is Christmas after all.”

“It’s Christmas Eve, we open them at midnight,” the werewolf said before turning around to finish dinner.

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AN: I know that it took me a while to update, and I hope that you'll all understand. Things have been a bit crazy around here lately. I hope that you liked this part and please review. The more reviews I get, the sooner you'll get the next part.