The Broom Closet

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A/N: It took me so damn long to update because I’m lazy as hell. Trust me, REALLY lazy. But now, I shall wr all all reviews have forwarded my creative spirit! (I have one…HONESTLY!

Chapter 3: Taking Over Me

Snape and Harry were so relived the next morning when they could get out of there. Both of them said nothing about the previous night, but Harry knew Hermione and Ron would tease him just a little about. He wouldn’t however, tell them how it started. He headed as fast as he could back to the common room, with the thought he’d clean up and change clothes and head down to breakfast, but luck wasn’t with him.
“Harry, so, wait…you’re out of the…closet!” Ron said, running up to him, dragging Hermione with him and smiled at Harry.
“So, you found a way out of the closet!” Hermione said and watched Harry’s face turn beet red, “Oh my god…you didn’t…”
“Oh Harry!” Ron exclaimed and lowered his voice, “How was it?”
“RON!” Hermione chided and smacked him upside the head, “Its bad enough he did it, don’t force him to relive it! Harry, its okay, we understand. Go get cleaned and we’ll meet you for breakfast, and don’t listen to your git of a best friend right now, his head is in the gutter!”
“We had to use the room of Requiement…but you weren’t complaining…” Ron said and grinned at Hermione’s blush, “I mean, the closet was occupied…”
“Shut up both of you! I’ll see you at breakfast,” Harry said and made his way to his room to grab a change of clothes.
“Alright then Harry mate, sorry,” Ron muttered and dragged Hermione with him out of the common room and towards breakfast. Harry gladly took the silence around him. He couldn’t shake off the fact that something had happened, something that was more than just plain sex. That woman in his dreams haunted him. What had she given him, claiming it was a gift? He shuddered and then shrugged it off and made his way to get cleaned up. He wouldn’t think anymore of it and he knew Snape wouldn’t either.

You don’t remember me but I remember you

I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you

(Next Morning)

Harry didn’t feel good this morning, so he made good use of the toilet, retching his breakfast with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t stop the tears, and he had never enjoyed throwing up before. He didn’t get sick, not this sick! He’d been eating right and he got exercise plenty, but that didn’t stop him from feeling like crap. Snape hadn’t mentioned anything about their ‘excursion’ so he was keeping his part of the deal. His porcelain usage stopped for a moment so he allowed himself a small smile. Snape probably wasn’t getting sick. Harry knew for a fact he didn’t want to go and see Pomfry about this, fearing what sort of trouble this would cause, if Snape was somehow responsible. He remembered though, concern had shown on Snape’s face that night. True concern for him…but he shrugged it off as well, Snape didn’t care for him and never would.

But who can decide what they dream?

And dream I do…

(One week after that night)

Harry couldn’t take being sick anymore; he now headed to Madame Pomfry in the hospital wing. He had no clue what was going on with him and he didn’t care anymore, he just wanted it to stop. He actually had to run out in the middle of potions class to throw up in the stairwell, never making it to the bathroom and Snape had just sent him on his way, not deducting points of anything, leaving many stunned Gryffindors and seething Slytherins in his view as he set off to find Pomfry in the hospital wing.
“Potter, it’s the middle of your class time, what brings you here?” Madame Pomgreegreeted, and then noticed him holding his stomach and noticed his pale face, “Merlin Potter, what did you do?”
“Nothing…I haven’t been feeling good all week,” Harry since, and to himself he said, not since he had spent that night with Snape.
“You should have come to see me sooner. Come along,” she said and led him to a bed and pulled the curtains around him, and drew out a vial, “I don’t think it has anything to do with a food allergy, but I’ll need to perform some tests. In the meantime, drink this, it should help…” Harry gratefully took the potion and gulped it down, even though it tasted terrible.
“Thanks,” he managed and lay down.
“Now, has anything happened to you in the past week that could have caused this?” she asked gently.
“Nothing I know of that would cause this kind of pain,” he said, “I usually got sick in the morning though, but today for some reason I got sick this afternoon and Snape sent me away from class.”
“…” Madame Pomfry didn’t say anything for a time and regarded Harry with such silence Harry wondered what he did.
“Madame Pomfry?” he asked and seemed to snap her out of her trance and silence.
“This is very bad…those symptoms…” she said, “I must contact Dumbledore immediately.”
“…Uh…” Harry said, feeling his stomach roll. Dumbledore was getting involved? This was bad, what the hell was wrong with him. Madame Pomfry strolled away to go collect Dumbledore.
“Harry!” Hermione’s voice cried as she and Ron peered into the curtain and then ran to his side, “We came as soon as class ended. Are you okay?”
“I don’t know…” Harry began, “But Pomfrey’s gone to call Dumbledore, so whatever it is, I don’t want to think about it!”
“She’s gone and called Dumbledore?” Ron asked, “Blimy mate, this must be something worse than a sour stomach!”
“How long have you felt like this…” and something seemed to dawn on Hermione’s face as she asked the question, “Harry?” Her voice took a slightly wobbly tone as she began to ask a new question.
“What is it ‘Mione?” Harry asked trying to read her face.


I believe in you

I’ll give up everything just to follow you

I have to be with you, to live, to breath

You’re taking over me!

“Harry, I think you’re…” Hermione began but not before Dumbledore came up and interrupted her.
“Hello Harry, Madame Pomfry was in such a state when she called me so I got here as fast as I could, is something wrong?” he asked gently.
“I’ve just not been feeling well. My stomach keeps turning on me…it’s been this way for a week,” Harry explained and Dumbledore nodded seriously.
“A week ago, we didn’t see you for a day, where were you?” he asked.
“That’s an interesting story!” Ron said before he realized it and Hermione smacked him upside the head, “What’d I do? Oh…” Comprehension of what he just said dawned on his face.
“We promised Harry you dolt!” Hermione yelled at him and Ron seemed to shrink underneath here gaze.
“What happened that day could possibly explain what happened,” Dumbledore said and looked around, “Come to think of it, I wasn’t able to catch Severus that day either…”
“Well sir,” Ron began and shut up the minute Hermione glared at him.
“It was the closet sir,” Harry said, deciding he better come clean before Ron blurted the whole story and he didn’t explain what really happened and why…
“The closet Harry?” Dumbledore asked, turning his attention to Harry who sat up and removed his hand from his stomach.
“The broom closet. It was the one on the 4th floor…” he said, “And at that time Draco and I were having a fight and Snape…”
“Professor Snape,” Dumbledore corrected gently.
“Yeah that’s him,” Harry said, “Came up to see what the matter was and Draco pushed me in the direction of the broom closet. Without thinking I grabbed onto Professor Snape’s robes and pulled him into it with him, I was trying not to loose my balance…”
“And then?” Dumbledore prodded.
“We both fell into the closet,” he said, “And the door of the closet shut behind us and didn’t open when we tried to get out.”

Have you forgotten all I know

And all we had?

“Ah, that closet…” Dumbledore said, “I have heard of it, but never in my life did I think to check it out…”
“Well sir…there’s only one way out of the closet…” Harry began.
“So obviously…” Ron said before Hermione could stop him, “the only way out was to shag Snape!”
“RON!” Harry cried, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to say it, nor have anyone else say it!”
“But then it makes most sense. Madame Pomfry, please summon Severus and Minerva here,” Dumbledore said calmly and she hurried off, “Now Harry, if what your saying is the truth, all will be explained in a bit.” Harry groaned and not just because his stomach was churning again, he had his head of house coming, this wasn’t good.

You saw me mourning my love for you

And touched my hand

I knew you loved me then…

“You called us Headmaster?” Severus Snape asked, strolling in and coming to where the small crowd of Hermione, Ron and Dumbledore stood around Harry. Pomfry had pulled back the curtain slightly so everyone could fit around the bed.
“Yes I have. A week ago I was unable to find you and young Harry here has just explained what happened because both of you were unavailable,” Dumbledore said and Severus Snape glared at Harry and Harry tried to move back on the bed a bit.
“Why’s that a problem?” McGonagall asked as she regarded the situation.
“Because both of them were locked into a broom closet on the fourth floor Minerva,” Dumbledore said, “Ah, Madame Pomfry, did you test results prove your suspicions?”
“Unfortunately…” she said and came up to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder, as if in comfort.
“What results are you talking about?” Severus asked in obvious impatience, “And what does this have to do with me?”
“Severus…” Poppy began.

I believe in you

“Harry’s pregnant,” Hermione said before Madame Pomfry could finish her sentence and everyone turned to look at here, “Its right though, I’m right, aren’t I?” Snape looked at her and back at Harry, surprise registered upon his face and he plain fainted.

I’ll give up everything just to follow you

I have to be with you to live, to breathe

You’re taking over me!

“Dear me, I guess he never thought…” Dumbledore said, “Minerva, help him into a chair would you and get him some water.”
“Of course,” she replied and Poppy Pomfry assisted getting Severus in a chair and Minerva summoned a glass of cold water to her hand.
“What I don’t understand is how!” Hermione said through her shortened breaths, “I mean…can homosexual relationships…”
“If not, this is solid proof they can,” Ron said staring in disbelief, “Can I be its uncle?” He let out a sharp gasp of pain as Hermione smacked him again.
“Actually, by the readings, its twins I’d reckon…” Pomfry said and everyone stared at her, including Severus who had woken up from his faint.
“He’s not keeping them is he? He can abort?” Severus asked, and glanced at Harry and looked at him with a glance that said, ‘I don’t want to be father.’
“That’s for Harry to decide,” Poppy said with a tone that said it was final, “Like most girls, even if Harry is pregnant as a male, he and he alone has the choice to abort. Unfortunately, you have no say in the matter.”
“And what should happen if he does? What do you expect me to do?” Snape said in a loud tone, and suddenly Harry felt invisible in the room, as if they were arguing about him and didn’t think he was present.

I look in the mirror and see you face

If I look deep enough

So many things inside that are just like you

Are taking over

“You will be their father then,” Dumbledore said, “There’s no question there…”
“I don’t wish to be a father!” Snape said.
“You should have thought about it before…” he said.
“I had little options of getting out of that damned closet!” Snape exclaimed and his eyes glanced back at H, wh, who was just sort of meekly trying to stay out of it, “I will not allow it!”
“You have no say in the matter,” Minerva said and now Hermione and Ron backed off a bit, leaving the adults and turning to Harry.
“What are you going to do?” Ron asked in a hushed tone.
“I don’t know,” Harry said.
“Its not like you couldn’t take care of them in your own right,” Hermione said.
“I bet mum would love to watch them as you finished up Hogwarts!” Ron said, “I mean we only have one year left…”
“I know…” Harry said, “I just don’t know…”
“And then what? Do you expect me to marry him or something?” Snape said, continuing to ignore the trio and arguing with the adults.
“Would you do the honorable thing?” Dumbledore asked softly.
“In all the name of Merlin if young Potter wanted to do the honorable thing he’d abort!” Snape said in disbelief.
“What don’t you know?” Hermione asked and took Harry’s hand, “We’ll support you in whatever decision you make. All your friends will, you know this…”
“Yeah, it’s not like we’re going to abandon you,” Ron said, “Best friends don’t do that…”
“I think…” Harry began and touched his stomach gently. There was life in there now, growing and developing and he was its protection. Could he let that life fade?
And furthermore…” Snape yelled but Harry ignored everyone and focused on his own feelings, trying to sort them all out. Harry closed his eyes for a moment.

“What’ll you do young Harry?” a familiar voice asked, and he opened his eyes to see the woman from his dreams floating above him, sporting a pair of darkened wings, and she still looked beautiful.
“What do you mean?” he asked.

I believe in you

“Will you keep the children?” she asked, “Will you protect that young life?” Anth ath a laugh she was gone and Harry found himself back in the hospital wing, the dream faded, but he hardly thought it was a dream.

I’ll give up everything just to follow you

I have to be with you to live, to breathe

“I’ve made up my mind!” Harry cried out and arguments stopped and everyone turned to him. Hermione squeezed his hand encouragingly and Ron grinned at him. Harry couldn’t let the life within him go. It wasn’t right…he was the one that had to protect this life, how could he destroy it.

Taking Over Me!

“What is your decision?” Dumbledore asked kindly, the twinkle in his eye.

Taking over me…

“I’m going to keep them…I can’t not keep them,” he said, fully aware that Snape was glaring at him.

Taking over me…

“They’re under my protection…I’m going to keep the children…whether anyone approves or not…” Harry said and Snape fainted to the floor again.

Taking over me!

TBC

A/N: Wow, lonapteapter, eh? I hope you loved it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Read and Review and really, I’m so sorry it took me such a long time to update, I’ve been busy. (Hope you likhe she song I put with it.)