Unintentional Love

Summary: SSxOC HPx? Harry comes into his inheritance; new mysteries, big changes, and bigger questions.What’s with Snape and those looks of his? Abuse,Anal,Beast,B-Mod,D/s,HJ,Language,M/M,Minor,MPreg,N/C,OC,Oral,Other,SoloM,WD,WIP,Yaoi
Disclaimer: mostly not mine, Kale is mine, plot is mine, and anything you basically don’t recognize is MINE MINE MINE!!
Warnings: Includes slash/yaoi/shounen-ai homosexual pairings and situations. Don’t like, don’t read. Mpreg, non-con, AU, Dumble-bashing.

Any and all flames will be kept in a little fire-resistant box until I have my preparations for world domination complete.


AbeoUmbra – the beta, would like to plead with MorganEddasil that next time she wants poor Abeo to beta, do not send one chapter twice over, it scares poor Abeo when she thinks she has to do nearly 29 pages of editing…

After his experience in the infirmary, Severus had been supplied with an immense amount of ‘Stomach Calming Drought’ by Madame Pomfrey. He had returned to the Slytherin common room - with barely one foot in the proverbial door, Lucius had snatched him away to an abandoned part of the dungeons.

Hallways and rooms passed at a blur as Lucius led him past them, striding at a pace Severus was hard pressed to keep up with. But – keep up he did, though by the time they reached where ever it was Lucius had wanted to go, Severus was too turned around to know where he was in the dungeons. This was very likely the whole point to the ‘kidnapping’.
In any case, that was how Severus found himself in a classroom he suspected had been empty since before the Founders had died.
“Sit!” Lucius hissed the demand while pointing at a wobbly looking stool. When Severus only raised an eyebrow - he snarled under his breath, and transfigured the stool into a plush chair. His point made – and Lucius slightly calmer with the slow of magic, Severus sat without a complaint this time.
“Now, Severus – I want to know now, why you’ve been out of sorts these past few months,” before Severus could protest – Lucius raised a finger, and hastily continued, “two months ago, you left the dorms in the middle of the night, only to return at an atrocious hour the next morning, half-naked and shivering, then you refuse to tell me a thing about it!” Lucius’ cheeks were flushed; he was out of breath from the beginnings of what promised to be a long rant.
“The next day you can’t get out of bed - then skip class, and finally – now – you’ve run off to the infirmary with your tail between your legs!” Severus kept his eyes on Lucius – he was clearly somewhere between furious and disgruntled, rarely things went on that Lucius did not eventually get to the center of. Severus understood he had presented quite the mystery to his friend – but now Lucius had reached the end of his patience – some version of the truth had to come forth.
At Severus’ silence, Lucius glanced at his friend’s haggard appearance, biting into his bottom lip – coming to some conclusion based on false impressions.
“Perhaps – have Potter and his merry band of fools done something to you? I’ll get revenge if that’s the truth Severus, I swear!” Lucius usually pretty face was twisted into a feral, almost crazed look; both knew that even if it were Dumbledore who had caused Severus such grief - Lucius would stop at nothing to get his revenge.
Severus stared at his friend for a moment, before breaking the silence with stifled laughter. Lucius looked adorably baffled. When Severus calmed, he smiled up at his friend shakily.
“N-no Luc, it’s nothing like that…but,” Severus felt suddenly strained and paused, uncertain – his inner turmoil being caught on at telling his friend the truth – or risking others knowing of his child and possible endangering them, “I don’t know if I can tell you…it’s something I’m rather ashamed of – I…I don’t want you to think less of me…” Severus murmured the half truth, looking anywhere but at Lucius.
“I…” The blond looked crestfallen, and it tore at his heart to have been the one to put that expression on his friends face – then, Lucius continued, jaw set. “Severus…how can we be friends, brothers in arms, if you can’t even trust me…?”
Severus, who had been watching the blond from the corner of his eyes, snapped his head up to stare at Lucius, his expression one of dawning horror at the thought of losing Lucius’ friendship. “Don’t say that Luc! You know I trust you, but…” Tears of frustration gathered in the corners of Severus’ eyes.
“Just tell me Severus, I’ll help you get through whatever it is! You know I’ll always be there for you no matter what!” Lucius exclaimed upon seeing them, hurting inside with the fact he could not seem to get through to Severus. Finally – the dark haired boy’s expression closed up, his eyes tilting downward – unable to lift them and face the possible disgusted look he feared would be upon his friend’s features.
At first, Lucius only heard Severus mumbling something quietly.
“What?” Lucius inquired, a tilt of amusement mixing with his impatience.
Swallowing back a slow fear that he was being mocked, Severus tried again.
“Sev, I can’t understand you…” Lucius was really truing to too – his brow bunched together unattractively, in a way his mother swore would give him worry-lines when he grew older. Finally – among Severus’ mumbled words – there was one that made sense; “…raped…”
Lucius’ eyes widened as he put the pieces together – then, furious on Severus’ behalf he lunged forward - gripping at Severus’ forearms.
“What! Who did that to you, Sev’? Who! I’ll make them pay, they’ll regret being born and–“ Before Lucius could rant more of the torture he would put ‘them’ under, he was cut off as a slim hand covered his mouth.
Severus smiled somewhat nervously – knowing now that he could never tell Lucius who – or rather what, had raped him. He was touched though – that his friend cared so much for him to risk his family’s future to have revenge. Unshed tears trembled - making his eyes glint in the torch light.
“Thank you Lucius, and really, if it were worth it I’d let you go…but I’m not about to let you get hurt… you’re all I have.” Lucius, who had been somewhat to have his rant cut short, was surprised when Severus pulled Lucius against him in a tight hug; one which, after getting over his initial shock that Severus had made the leap to physical contact – Lucius returned it warmly enough.
“I don’t care who or why this happened Luc, but this baby is mine and he’ll get all the love I can give him,” Severus said harshly - at Lucius’ confused look, he elaborated, “the reason I’ve been so ill is because my…rapist’s seed somehow combined with mine and well…you know…” Severus – for the first time in his life – was faintly flushed, he thought he sounded like a girl just then, or perhaps not – perhaps he just sounded like a pregnant boy.
Seeing that Severus was thinking too hard (although somewhat aware of what was going on around him) Lucius merely nodded understandingly – gently bumping foreheads with his best-friend to get his attention.
“Alright then, but your to keep me posted on the baby and all that other stuff. I can cover for you if you’re too sick for class. But now, I think, it’s time for bed.” He hauled Severus up, wrapping his arm around the brunette’s shoulders. It did not take long for Severus to figure out that Lucius had gotten them lost in his haste to ‘kidnap’ Severus.
Severus merely laughed loud and deep, happy with the reassurance of Lucius’ undying friendship around him and the warmth from his unborn child. Lost or not - right then, life couldn’t have been better.
Eventually, with the Bloody Baron’s aid they did find the way back to their dorms.


“Luc…?” Severus whispered into the darkness the curtains created around his bed, he knew however, that a soft rustling had awoken him from a peaceful slumber. But - there was no reply to his soft query, the petite brunette shifted to pull open his curtains, peeked his head through and peered out into the dark room. With one hand pressed against his abdomen, Severus leaned out from his bed to search for the source of the disturbance. “Lucius?” He tried again, becoming unsure of the sanity in his actions.
The other Slytherins held Severus in some respect, but more often than not they held disdain for him, it would be just like them to prank him in the middle of the night. Slowly, Severus shuffled to the edge of his bed, his hand reaching under his pillow and grasping the cool ebony handle of his wand. He raised it above his head whispering, “Lumos”, softly as his did so.
A soft white light filled the room, illuminating several of the nearby beds whose occupants had had the foresight to tightly close their curtains. Alarmingly, the light also revealed the hunched form of a dog, its shaggy black fur matted and gnarled, its bright blue eyes staring bluntly into Severus’ own. With purposeful steps it inched towards the brunette, the massive paws larger than Severus’ long-fingered hands, with sharp claws that clicked audibly against the stone tiles. The Slytherin gasped in his surprise, scrambling backwards and out the other side of his bed - only to land on the cold floor. He struggled upright, then – not seeing what he could only think to be the Grim, he ran for the door - bare feet slapping against the tiles.
The Grim moved- and Severus found it was incredibly fast for its size, as it bound from its place against the far wall to cut off Severus’ escape. It growled low in its throat, eyeing the pale boy with eerie intelligent eyes. The Grim slowly stepped towards Severus, watching him like a predator eyed its prey. Severus realized that when the Grim’s paws made contact with the floor tiles, they were slowly freezing, becoming patches of slightly steaming ice. Severus’ feet slid as he tried to back away, his footing gone, he found himself breathless as he fell to the floor.
Realizing the futility to his botched escape, Severus curled into a fetal position, hoping that the Grim would have mercy for his unborn child at least. He only tensed when hot breath puffed against Severus’ neck.
Child…why do you cower? The soft voice filled his mind, with a lilt of curiosity.
Slowly, the teen looked up, his onyx eyes meeting the impossibly blue orbs of the Grim. He tried to speak, but was only able to work his mouth open, closing it when no sound escaped. The grip around his belly loosened a slight bit, as Severus found to his own amazement that he was not afraid, having heard the Grim speaking within his mind.
“You…you’re a Grim, an Omen of death… you bode ill for me and my child…”Vaguely he wondered why he hadn’t lost control of his bladder, contributing such luck to his unconscious pride.
The Grim took another step forward, its nose barely an inch away from Severus’ own. As it stared at him curiously, the brunette could feel a gentle ‘knock’ on the shields within his mind. Not knowing what else to do, Severus allowed the Grim inside. Gentle warmth moved about his mind, touching certain thoughts while giving a wide berth to other, more painful memories. The Grim found the memory of his rape and seemed to latch onto it, viewing the memory with the utmost interest.
As he was released, Severus collapsed onto his bed, panting as tears rolled down his face. The Grim nuzzled him hand with a surprisingly warm nose. One pale, slender hand reached up to touch the soft fur.
Child, as a Grim - I am an Omen. But for you, I am not an Omen of death, merely ill fortune. I cannot tamper with the threads of time, I am sorry, but for what it is worth, I wish to give you advice. Severus gave a shaky nod, moving to his own bed, the Grim watching him all the while. Uncomfortable under it’s intense gaze, he slid under the covers, nodding that he was ready to hear what the Grim had to tell him.
Child, soon, something will befall you and your child that will leave you oceans apart yet unknowingly close. Do not give up; always strive to make a better life, even should it seem there is no reason to. As Severus opened his mouth to question the Grim’s warning, it stopped him with a frustrated snarl.
Child that is all I can say. Should I interfere any more than this I could jeopardize your lives, and I am unwilling to do so. Severus was given the impression of a sorrowful smile within his mind, it struck him how unpleasant the life of the Grim must be – delivering ill omens of death, wondering at that cursed life, he found himself trying to reassure the Grim.
“It’s aright, really, the fact that you even bothered to tell me this means a great deal. And while I may not know exactly what you mean by ‘always strive to make a better life’, I am sure that one day the meaning will be clear.” The brunette reached one hand out towards the Grim, his fingers itching to gently smooth the fur of the mythical dog’s head.
The creature allowed him to stroke its fur for a moment, before gently pulling away. The room quickly dropped in temperature, and Severus burrowed deeper into his thick down comforter. The giant dog’s blue eyes met his one last time.
I must be going now my child, but I shall see you again one day. Keep faith, and keep you and the little one safe.
The Grim disappeared in a bright flash, leaving behind a steaming patch of blue ice, and four large paw prints. Severus sighed softly, flopping back onto his mattress, taking comfort in the small squeaks it had made under his weight. The snores of the room’s other occupants seemed to fill the room, oddly absent while the Grim had made its visit. The temperature slowly climbed back up.
The oddest things had happened to him in the past three months, but, the black-eyed boy mused, they had ended in more profit than in defeat. Severus nibbled on his lower lip, one hand gently rubbing circles on his belly. He grabbed his wand and swished the stick with a muttered ‘Tempus’. The glowing numbers hovering over the tip of his wand told him that it was just after two A.M.
He sighed, deciding that he might as well lay back and attempt to sleep; or Lucius would cause him unending grief the next morning.


He had approximately four months before his child was due, but Severus was taking no chances. He sat down in the middle of the moving stair cases when they chose to change places, checked all of his food before consumption for potions or pranks, and wove complex protection charms around his bed before allowing sleep to claim him. The last seven months had prepared him; Severus had learned much about his child, and often the bursts of emotion from the back on his consciousness told him what his child was feeling.
He’d read every single piece of information the library had about male pregnancy, even going as far as to gain written consent from Professor Slughorn on the pretense of extra credit work, to sift through the restricted section. Severus’ smile dropped and he thought back to his conversation with Headmaster Dumbledore.
Two months ago
Severus slowly climbed the stairs to the Headmaster’s office on a pleasant Saturday evening. The weight of his growing belly only noticeable when he was involved in any strenuous activity; if he had to guess, Severus would have bet that his belly weighed about five to seven pounds. And while that weight wasn‘t very significant by itself, the swollen ankles and back pain were unbelievable.
Getting to class was his biggest problem, as the majority of the school was constructed around the moving staircases. Many of the secret passages were either steep up-wards slopes, ladders, or more staircases. For the most part though, Severus had little issue with the other students; Lucius had been keeping them at bay for the most part, with a few whispered rumors of some contagious disease only contractible by actual, physical contact.
Severus grumbled as he stubbed his toe; the staircase – apparently decieding he was going too slowly, reverted suddenly into a moving escalator, carrying him the remaining few steps. Childishly, Severus turned and glared at the magical staircase before striding into Dumbledore's office – the old man had better have a good reason for all this. Severus stifled his urge to roll his eyes and knocked on the open wooden door-frame.
“Ah, Severus, do come in my boy.” The old man intoned, currently hunched over an ancient looking text.
Severus let the thought to stand until all this was over with, pass, and took a seat in one of the chairs before the Headmaster’s large desk, finding he was relaxing easily into the plush pillows. He let his eyes roam around the room, jumping from odd looking trinkets, to boxes that occasionally shook of their own accord. The portraits of previous headmasters snored in their frames, none of them awake.
“Now, Severus, do you have any idea as to why I have called you to my office today?” Dumbledore asked, having studied Severus for a moment – he seemed pleased at whatever he had observed.
Severus merely shook his head no, for he honestly had no idea.
“I have found out from a little bird that you are carrying a very important…package…” He paused, lips pressing together and eyes glancing to Severus’ midsection. There was a knowing look written all over his features.
Severus felt a flare of alarm – he had been careful, he had only told two people – had one of them betrayed him? His jaw clenched - his teeth gritted, inwardly he was swearing that he’d string up the little asshole that had ratted him out.
“I am under the impression you wish to keep your…situation, secret, as I am well aware you have some family issues.” The old man had the nerve to give him an understanding look – what bothered Severus was that it looked earnest.
Severus looked aside, biting upon his upper lip – a nervous habit that made it all the more obvious that he was uncomfortable with the line of conversation. If Severus’ had been hoping that Dumbledore would take a hint and leave well enough alone – well, he hadn’t been, he knew better. Instead he found himself rather unsure about how much he was willing to admit to concerning his child – especially to Dumbledore.
“Headmaster, I – ” Severus began, turning to Dumbledore – but the old man apparently sensed his up-coming denial and spoke before he could finish.
“Severus, I already know about your child and how it was conceived.” The old man’s commanding tone belied his long white beard. It made him look grandfatherly – instead he spoke like a man who expected to be obeyed and respected. That did not bother Severus as much as that the man had the nerve to call his baby – his boy – a… it.
“Sir, my child is not an ‘it’, my child is a he.” Severus interrupted sharply, sneering at the old man. His features twisted into a glare – fingers digging into the plush armrest.
“Ah well, there is no reason to even consider it human until it is born my dear boy and ---” Dumbledore attempted to turn the conversation in his favor – to get Severus to see his side, without backpedaling in a apology. It was a sign of greed that Severus would have been a fool to miss. He was no fool.
“My child is a he, Dumbledore; do not test me on this subject as I assure you that you will not win in a test of wills.” Severus spat out – shoulders tensing as he willed himself to stay seated and not pace or flee the room – he satisfied both urges by glaring venomously at the man seated before him.
The Headmaster seeing he had made a dire mistake, sighed.
“My child, all I ask is that you trust Poppy and I with the deliverance of your… child. Regardless of my views - or your reservations, to give birth is not a light task; especially for male mothers.” He paused, his eyes meeting Severus’ – not even the loathing that stirred within him could keep the hope that met with Dumbledore’s next words. “I have recently insisted Poppy be trained for your pregnancy and birth, she is willing to swear an oath of secrecy if you so choose.”
Severus bit his lip – he had not missed that Dumbledore had carefully not mentioned that the people Poppy was being trained by – nor had the Headmaster spoken of giving his own oath.
“I will think on it, Sir, but make no mistake - if my child is not given the consideration any other child would be given… I will take my leave of Hogwarts. Then, you will not be able to claim any kind of involvement in the first male-pregnancy in nearly three centuries.” The Slytherin stood from his chair, having made his point he turned, before the thought could enter his mind that he was giving his back to a more powerful wizard, he fled the office; leaving behind a pensive Headmaster with the beginnings of a plan.

Severus did not stop running until he was deep in the school library, two floors down. He had shot past Madame Pince and other students huddled around the tables, past the charms, history, and potions sections, and into the Restricted Section.
There he paused to catch his breath, one hand tugging at the collar of his uniform, while the other gently massaged the underside of his belly. As he caught his breath, Severus looked around. He’d been given written permission from Professor Slughorn to be in the Restricted Section, so there wasn’t any reason for him not to be there.
He stepped around a large cobweb, making his way down the aisle he’d run into, vaguely wondering why Madame Pince had not chased after him for creating such a ruckus.
He scanned the labels on the shelves: Blood Magic, Necromancy, History of Torture, Demonology, Male Pregnancy…
Wait! Severus quickly reread the last two labels: Demonology and Male Pregnancy. Thank the gods! He thought as he pulled out the books, blowing off the dusty covers and scanning the insides. The knowledge he had been looking was right there; sitting innocently beside each other in a dusty darkened corner of the Restricted Section.

A few hours later saw Severus cross-legged on the floor, with a conjured blanket around his shoulders, a pillow under his bottom, and a hot water bottle against his stomach. Books were spread out around him in some disorganized, yet significant manner. Demonology books were tagged, opened to diagrams and glossaries about the various kind of demon, male pregnancy books opened to detailed descriptions of the birthing process. Statistics, advice, first hand accounts, all of the information Severus had been searching for in the past five months was laid out before him in an array of yellowed pages and bloody smudges, all in the books of course.
It seemed as though several of the previous owners to these books were deceased; having been slaughtered while documenting their topics. Severus assumed that other researchers had picked up after them, as the writing style changed in several places. Severus had also transfigured several dust balls into parchment, ink, and a quill; each note he’d taken was placed atop its respective book.
He didn’t even look up at the sound of approaching floor-steps, or at the bright flash of yellow lamp-light against his own white wand light. The figure before him ‘hemmed’ several times, becoming more annoyed with each attempt to gain the brunette’s attention.
“Mr. Snape.”
The brunette jumped, startled, his head snapped up. Madame Pince stood before him, her arms crossed while and her foot tapped before her.
“Would you like to explain why you are in the restricted section this late at night, on the floor, with my books no less?” Madame Pince demanded, her gaze resting solidly upon him.
“Ah…umm…I…” Finding he was nervous before the commanding woman, Severus stuttered, unsure how to work his way out of his current situation.
“Mr. Snape, the library closes at eight o’clock every night, and opened every morning at seven. Yet, you are still here at three in the morning, pouring over these books,” she gave him a squinted look which left him with the impression she likely needed glasses but was too stubborn to get them –for, likely, they would have reduced the effectiveness of her glaring, “and why is there a hot water bottle under your stomach?”
Severus gulped – his assumption, hope –rather, of near blindness having gone with her words. Shit
“Ah well, I’m - um… cold?” Severus finished weakly – he did not lie well with a authority figure standing over him, something – he realized, he would have to change.
“I can see that, you have a feather-down comforter around your shoulders.” Madame Pince actually sounded amused at her own words – Severus could see why right away – she was clearly not cold. For all that her annoyed expression was shifting to a worried one, having read something telling upon his expression.
Severus quietly sighed, knowing there was no way he could get of out this situation with a semi-believable lie; all the evidence to give him away was spread out around him.
“I’m pregnant, Madame Pince.” Severus spoke defensively, opting for a blunt truth.
The older witch was suddenly – tense, stilled of all life-like movements.
“You’re pregnant? Surely you jest Mr. Snape, male pregnancy is almost unheard of in this day and age, there are simply not enough wizards with strong enough lineages.” She had came back to herself – slowly, and angry, thinking it a trick.
“Well I don’t understand what you mean by lineage, but I’m as pregnant as a woman five-months into her pregnancy can be.” Severus stood shakily, uncomfortable with the way she seemed unable to take her eyes off him as he lifted his shirt to reveal his slightly protruding stomach. His pale skin had a healthy glow to it – for all that he did not spend a lot of time in the sun, and his ‘innie’ belly button was protruding. At Madame Pince’s startled gasp, he hurried to push the shirt back down over his stomach – then stood there, his face flaming.
“Mr. Snape… I apologize, I-I honestly hadn’t thought you could have been pregnant. But - are you sure this is not some elaborate hoax? Maybe the Griffindors decided to play a prank on your again, or –” Her attempt to find a alternate explanation made it quite obvious to both of them that she believed the truth. For all that she did not want to – Severus, frustrated with her babbling was quick to cut her off.
“I’m sure. I know how babies are made, for the most part, and I’m fairly sure the after affects of rape aren’t that easily faked.” Severus jaw was tightly clenched, as he stared straight into Madame Prince’s eyes. He knew this woman well; she had often joined him in discussing rare books during his seven years here. He was better off telling her as little as he could - rather than trying to cough up some new, most likely weak, story.
Madame Pince pursed her lips, taking his word for it – though she clearly disliked that he had been so blunt with her.
“Fine Mr. Snape, I will not give you a detention, nor will I expose your secret. Simply check in with me every few hours if you intend to spend your time here,” then she paused, her eyes going to the books sprawled in disorderly order around where he had been sitting on the floor, “and keep in mind that you have permission to sign-out these books.” Her eyes had been somewhat pitying – but oddly understanding, but she turned too quickly for Severus to identify any other emotion she had as she felt - walking from the aisle, taking with her the yellowed light of the lamp.
Severus – disturbed at the show of emotions, rather quickly decided he’d had enough of research for one night and packed up, grouping together books of relevant material - book marking the spots he had last read with the notes he’d taken. Using a few simple levitation spells, he made his way to the front desk where Madame Pince sat in her nightgown. Severus suppressed a grin and gently placed the books onto the desk, canceling the levitation spells. She quickly signed out the books, nearly two dozen of them, before shrinking them and allowing Severus to leave.
As the brunette slipped out the library doors - he found himself smiling, proud to have found all the information he could have needed.

Severus spent the next week scouring the books he had signed out for any valuable information, and when the old tomes ran dry- he promptly returned to the library to exchange them. Come Sunday morning, Severus had accumulated nearly fifty pages of notes on male pregnancy and demonology; the information all condensed into the same yellowed parchment hastily shoved under his mattress.
Through his research, Severus has discovered that the demon who had raped him was a Verde-Amor, which was Spanish (apparently then, they were more common in Spain) for Green-Love.
They were unusual demons; rarely aggressive unless provoked, and highly protective of their tribes, or families. This particular species of demon believed in ‘soul-mates’, that there was one person in the world that was the perfect match for them. It was rare that the Verde-Amor could find their true soul-mate, usually settling for another demon or magical creature – including humans – to become their mate.
Regardless, whether the Verde-Amor was to find their soul-mate, or simply settle with another being, they would only take one mate and not without his/her consent. Even with their soul-mate, the Verde-Amor was usually unable to conceive, causing their population to be rather small.
The older the demon, the more powerful they would be. The usual lifespan of a Verde-Amor was unknown, as very little was known about their life spans; the researchers having focused more on the mating and familial portions of the Verde-Amor’s life. But what was known about the life span of a Verde-Amor was that they shared their longevity with their mates and their children.
Severus was hard-pressed to find any information about the actual mating between the Verde-Amor and their mate, supposedly the researchers having been dismembered at that point in their research. But from what little he had uncovered, Severus noticed that the mate was not forced to mate.
They could be adverse to the thought at the beginning, but the Verde-Amor would not actually complete the act without the mate being genuinely interested. The Verde-Amor would only instigate a sexual encounter with their mate if the mate had shown some interest in them, whether it be a small crush or intense research. Another factor to the first encounter would be companionship; the Verde-Amor would again, not attempt a sexual encounter unless their mate had deemed their companionship acceptable.
The mating season for these demons was usually year-round, they felt the urge to mate at any given time, but that urge was increased tenfold from mid-October to mid-January. Most mates were claimed during this time, and after claiming their mate, the Verde-Amor would create a nest using the mate’s usually tattered clothing, soft leaves and brush, and flower petals.
Occasionally the Verde-Amor would make a quick trip back to their home within the tribe to retrieve a few items, but would ultimately return to their nest and mate.
Severus nibbled his lower lip, unsure of what to think. This creature, born of the underworld yet adapted to the conventions of love and monogamy, had raped him. Regardless of what the researchers had said, he still considered what had happened to him rape. But if what the books told him were true? That the green-eyed demon had intended to keep him as his mate…which, as it was written, a great honor and privilege.
He shook his head, and skimmed over the other pages; male pregnancy especially. The usual time for a male pregnancy was eight to nine months, much like a normal female pregnancy; and while there were only a few male pregnancies, there had been much research on the subject.
If the subject or ‘mother’ was impregnated by another species (i.e. a magical creature) they would exhibit the birth cycle of that species. The only book with any worthwhile information on Demon pregnancies had been badly handled by its previous owner, leaving many pages sticky and often words blotted out with ink.
The page containing information on the length of Demon pregnancies was one of the more damaged pages. From the line stating the information he need to know was partially obscured, Severus only having been able to read, ‘Demon pregnancies last…from…I…nine months’ leaving Severus frustrated but with a semblance of information.
Unlike in female pregnancies, there is no birthing canal for the child to exit; therefore a small incision is made into the stomach of the ‘mother. The incision begins from the belly-button and ends at the pubic bone. The ‘mother’ would be heavily drugged and the area numbed as to reduce the discomfort of having their stomach slit open.
The ‘mother’ would then be given the choice of having their scar removed or leaving it. Often this was used as insurance; incase the child was either stolen from the parents, as was common in the older days, or if the child had doubts about their heritage.
Severus then sighed, closing the folder containing his notes, done for the night. There was not much else he could find, and so acquitted his search. He’d been reading - and rereading - the information he had gathered for the entire month of May, barely even studying for his upcoming N.E.W.T.s or Nearly Exhausting Wizarding Tests. He’d even shut out Lucius, although unintentionally, and the blonde held no grudge for his actions.
“I should probably go find him.” Severus murmured to himself as he was stashing the folder under his mattress and pulling his black, high collared, jacket closed around his swelling stomach. A few concealment charms here and there, and no one was the wiser about his belly. He locked the curtains of his bed with a few charms, slipping out the door into the common room.
He found Lucius sitting before the fireplace, with an open book in his lap. He was engrossed in the literature, and Severus snuck a peek at the title, “The Complete Guide to Tantric Sex; Revised with Diagrams.” He flushed a bit and plopped himself down beside Lucius, who looked up from his book.
“Yes?” His friend murmured, raising one elegant brow.
“I wanted to apologize for ignoring you so much lately; I know I’ve had a lot on my mind, but that still gives me no right to completely ignore you.” Severus mumbled –he was no good at apologizes, really, so his eyes focused on the twitching of his fingers in his lap.
Lucius – upon seeing the awkwardness this was causing his friend, merely sighed – Severus forced himself to look up.
“Severus you great git, I’m not mad at you for not spending time with me. Honestly, I don’t think I would be any different if I were in your position. The only things I can imagine being angry with you for would have to be the fact that you have done all this research alone – not even asking me to help.” He finished with an amused – if reproachful look that mimicked a glare, which was quickly foiled by the twitching of his lips.
“You’re the great git!” Severus laughed, smacking his friend on the arm.
Life was good, though the warning of the Grim still hung over his head.

After much – no, not much, rather little, deliberation Severus had decided to ask Lucius something important. He only hoped Lucius would say yes.
“Luc…?”
“Hmm? What is it Sev?” Lucius asked gaze still lingering upon the photo album he had been thumbing through as he lay upon his stomach on Severus’ bed. He’d taken his shirt off, the fireplace having heated the room to a high temperature. Several cloths adorned his back, charmed to massage the knots out after his particularly vicious Quidditch practice that morning.
“I need to ask you something important.” Severus began – sensing that this was important, the blonde rolled over, displacing the cloths - leaving the album opened beside him.
“Go ahead.” Lucius encouraged with a light – if tired, smile for his friend
“Ah well…it’s important to me, so… really think this through before you give me your answer…” Severus spoke – this time catching himself as he nibbled his lower lip, sitting on Lucius’ bed- also shirtless, as it was not yet awkward to do so. It seemed the heat from the fireplace had given his child energy; the constant movement from within his belly rather painful. “Would you be Harry’s Godfather?”
“…Harry…?” Lucius’ was blinking in puzzlement over the name – though clearly somewhat amused by the question.
“I’ve named him after my great-grandfather Harold Prince, he was a war general during the time of the great burnings.” The Great Burnings had been a time when the muggles had once – in the Middle Ages - discovered the wizarding community, only the magical creatures had retaliated against the muggles alongside the wizards.
There had been much death, the muggles burning wizarding folk only to have a dragon level an entire city in one swoop. His great-grandfather had been a great man, ending the war with the death of the muggle King that had begun the entire thing.
Lucius then nodded, and Severus knew he was thinking of his own ancestors. “A good name for him then, what other names have you chosen?” Lucius asked, lightly trying to steer the topic away from the unpleasant past.
“His full name is Harold Evlogia Snape.” Severus told him, glad he had chosen the name before asking.
“Evlogia?” Lucius inquired, rightly unsure of the meaning.
“It’s Greek for blessing; my family originates from the Southern Greek coast, but immigrated here before the end of the Roman Empire.” Severus explained, rubbing his stomach after receiving a particularly harsh kick.
“Ah, I hadn’t known you were Greek - Severus, I would have expected you to be Full-Blooded Scottish, or even a mix.” Lucius murmured, eyeing his friend with new-found interest.
“It’s not really important.” Severus spoke, shrugging lightly, hoping to let it rest.
“Why blessing though?” Lucius asked then, frowning slightly – likely remembering the puzzling night of the rape.
“I actually thought long and hard about that; without him I most likely would have done something stupid after my rape.” Severus resisted the urge to wince at Lucius’ severe glare. “But finding out something good had come from something so terrible, I couldn’t bear the thought of taking my own life. He saved my Luc’ - my little Harry saved me.” They both knew from what, so there was no need to voice it.
Lucius sucked in a breath then, seeming to be somewhat nervous. “Sev, I want you to promise me something if I agree to be Harry’s God Father…”
“Anything you ask Luc, even if you choose not to.” Severus allowed, finding he was curious to what had caused Lucius so much worry.
The blonde glared at his friend, then seeing the implication that Severus had not meant.
“Of course I’ll be his Godfather, could I allow such a sweet child to not be corrupted?” He grinned widely, and Severus resisted the urge to look at Lucius’ book. “And Severus, if he’s anything like you, only without the horrible disposition, he’s surely to be kind and gentle.” Lucius teased softly, eyes resting on Severus’ belly.
Severus merely snorted, lips twitching at Lucius’ mood. “I should have guessed.”
“Promise me, that even if something were to happen to Harry,” Lucius’ began serious for once - Severus quickly opened his mouth to interject – but Lucius’ was coldly reasonable with his next words, “admit it Sev, male pregnancies rarely go through without a hitch, most often ending with either the child or the mother, dead.” Severus had paled – expression closing at the mere thought of anything happening to Harry, causing his stomach to roil unpleasantly. He pressed such thoughts to the back of his mind, looking straight at Lucius – wondering at the reasons why Lucius had brought such an unpleasant subject up.
“Promise me… that if something was to happen to Harry… that you would move on, you wouldn’t let yourself fade away or die. I don’t think I could stand it.” The aristocrats eyes were locked upon his friends dark ones, clenching the green fabric of his friend’s comforter in his hands. It was rare for Lucius to show such a ‘weak’ emotion so openly.
“…I promise Luc.” Severus whispered feeling overwhelmed at the rush of emotions, he scooted closer to his friend. Sensing that he was offering to allow Lucius to hug him – the blond wasted no time, hugging him tightly as the blonde buried his head into Severus pale chest.
“Then I promise too, Sev.” Lucius mumbled softly, and Severus hugged him tightly back.


Another six months had passed, the cold of winter having faded into spring. After a long good-bye, Lucius had boarded the train with the other students; slowly the Hogwarts Express chugged out of sight, the students aboard having finished yet another year of school. Severus’ gaze followed the train, he was going to miss Lucius, but staying at Hogwarts was the only way he could even marginally ensure his Harry’s safety. A small smile tugged at the edges of Severus’ lips as he turned away from the sight outside the window he stood at.
He had chosen to stay behind at Hogwarts for that summer, the Headmaster having given him permission. He did not want to go home; the thought of his mother’s face made him ill - imagining the tortures his father would put him through only made his body visibly shake. And so, heedless of the tugging of Lucius on his arm, or promises of allowing Severus to stay with him rather than heading back to his own cold mansion - Severus had stayed.
He turned and started the long walk up to the school, mindful of the weight of his stomach and the warm breeze that was playing through his hair.


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