A Traitors Heart
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
28,447
Reviews:
203
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
3
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters are the property of J.K.Rowlings and all the affiliates. I am simply borrowing them for this story and make no profit whatso ever, although there will be a few OC’S that are my property and creation.wh
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters are the property of J.K.Rowlings and all the affiliates. I am simply borrowing them for this story although there will be a few, OC’S that are my property and creation. I make no profit off of any portion being borrowed or created.
TIME GOES SO SLOWLY
Chapter Three
I had no idea how long I was in the cell for or what was going on outside the small world that made up my life. It was had all become routine. I would sleep as much as I could before the demetors came and attacked, after it was over I would spend quite awhile throwing up and honestly I didn’t know if it was due to my pregnancy or if it was the affects of the dementors, but I hated that time of my day or night. Then I would sleep fitfully before a plate and cup would appear in the cell, much of it remained un-eaten but I was very thankful for the water provided as it was the only thing I could keep down. Hearing footsteps I knew the next part of my routine was about take place, sparing a few seconds to shield my stomach I mentally braced myself for what was to take place. Once the guard pulled away and left the cell I pulled my prison clothes back on, and tuned on my side keeping off my backside which ached and was sore. Closing my eyes I placed my hands on the bulge trying to connect with the lives inside me. The very first time I felt a flutter I nearly passed out as time passed a connection was forged between me and my babies and I spent much of my time connecting to them and feeling their magic. When I knew I would be completely alone I let the glamour I held fall and I could see the bulge that was growing daily yet I feared it wasn’t enough, that was my greatest fear not being enough or being able to carry to term seeing as how I was in this hell. Yet that was every day, it was my life, and I had finally admitted to myself that no one was coming for me at any time, and the wizarding world thought of me as a traitor and murderer. I worked constantly to keep my emotions from overwhelming me and turning me into a hateful spite filled person, but I was full of was vengeance, what I wanted was revenge especially on Malfoy, the one person whose trust and loyalty I depended on, who I thought loved me, his condemnation killed everything but the small part of me that lived for the three heartbeats beneath my own. Falling asleep curled around my stomach I didn’t wake till I heard footsteps again. Knowing that I was too sore and that another round would probably do real damage, I scurried into a dark far corner and prayed that the footsteps would go past my cell. Replacing the glamour and shielding spell as the door opened I kept quiet and watched every move the guard made.
“Get up The warden wants to talk to you, mind your mouth, now move ”
Trudging behind the guard I kept my head down as we climbed flight after flight. By the time we reached the top I had a stitch in my side and was being kicked repeatedly from inside. Trying to breath through it all I wanted to rub my belly where I was being kicked but refrained from giving myself away.
“Remember to mind your mouth.”
The door closed as the guard left me in the office waiting.
“Ah there you are, you were brought here because certain things were noticed and it would behoove me as warden to allow even the worst cases not receive proper treatment. A medi-wizard was brought in to examine you and you will comply. The guard will take you to the proper room.”
The guard came and led me to the room where I was told to sit on the bed. Just looking at a real bed after even I didn’t know how long brought tears to my eyes. Fighting back tears I climbed up onto the bed, dragging my hands along the sheets I let the texture of the fabric seep into my mind.
“Thank you, you can leave till I am done with my examination.”
“Sorry but I am not going anywhere.”
“As I override your orders as I stated I will call you when we are done. Now Mr. Potter correct?”
Nodding I stopped rubbing my hand on the sheets and looked at the medi-wizard.
“Good now I will require you to remove the glamour and shielding. Come now Mr. Potter I am a fully qualified medi-Wizard as such I can tell when a glamour is being worn. Remove it so we may proceed.”
Releasing the magics that protected me I let the medi-wizard examine me and I chewed on my bottom lip while he cast spell after spell grumbling and mumbling all the way.
“Well from everything I can determine your under weight, woefully so, most of the nutrients you are getting seem to be going to the babies. Your magic is being used to protect this pregnancy, leaving you weak and your body strained. Based on the size of the fetus’s I would say your between your twenty fifth to twenty-sixth week and you have been experiencing their movements.”
“So all three are okay?”
“As I stated your magic is sustaining them but you do not have an infinite amount available you need proper care, proper food. You need to gain weight.”
“Well unless a miracle happens that’s not likely, we are in a prison.”
“Yes I know that, I also detect traces of recent sexual activity, is it consensual?”
“It’s not bad, besides it’s better then being beaten.”
“Mr. Potter I assure you neither option is better. Is it consensual?”
“No, but please as long as my babies are not harmed I can handle it. I have been handling it for.. What day is it?”
“May first and it is a little before five p.m..”
“I’ve been here for four months already?”
“I believe so, now back to your care and what’s been happening.”
“Please sir, leave it be, can you tell me the sex of my babies?”
“Mr. Potter I don’t believe you fully grasp your situation.”
“I do, had I not been examined I was fully prepared to find a way to deliver them or die trying. From then if we survived I know that they will be taken from me as I am a prisoner.”
“Have you notified the father, was he made aware of your condition?”
“No, the day I was going to tell him I was arrested, he doesn’t know.”
“Would you like me to inform him?”
“No, please he wouldn’t want anything to do with them especially since I had them. If they survived I want them to be taken away from here. I don’t want them growing up in the wizarding world. If they remained here they would be tarred with the same brush I was painted with and I will not have them suffering.”
“Then with whom do you wish them to go to?”
“A muggle orphanage will be the best option for them.”
“Mr. Potter I object ”
“It is what I want and what will be done, I won’t have them growing up in the same world that calls me a traitor and murderer.”
“Very well and the father’s name?”
“Is not relevant are we done?”
“Almost, there are a few potions I want you to take before I send you back and I will be seeing you again in three weeks.”
“Thank You sir.”
“Healer Baulstead.”
“Thank you healer Baulstead.”
Being led back to my cell I headed to the pile of blankets that I slept on and decided a nap was in order. Waking to various noises and voices I pushed myself up to see guards and the warden in my cell.
“You are being relocated, as I had a very interesting discussion with the medi-wizard and come with me. I want to know why you told no one of your condition?”
“It is no one’s business , besides any child of mine would be a prime target for Voldomort. As a prisoner I know I don’t have any rights but I hid them to keep them safe, you can not tell anyone else.”
“Do you really think I am going to tell anyone? Here is your new cell. You have an appointment in three weeks time, goodbye Mr. Potter.”
The cell I was brought to was slightly bigger and had an opening up on the wall, their version of a window. Looking around I saw a thin mattress in the corner, nothing splendid but it was better then blankets on the cold hard ground.. There was even a sheet on it.
“Thank You.”
Notes*** Thank you to Dreamer27,Nyks,Lockheart,Doxiesmom14,Dominique and Mithrilandtj who gave me such great reviews and to answer the question posted at the time when Harry was being accused no one was thinking about alternatives, grief and doubts were overwhelming them, they were not thinking with clear heads. Besides in keeping with some of the history everyone is always quick to think the worse of someone a guilty until you prove your innocence ideal. I hope that answers the question.
TIME GOES SO SLOWLY
Chapter Three
I had no idea how long I was in the cell for or what was going on outside the small world that made up my life. It was had all become routine. I would sleep as much as I could before the demetors came and attacked, after it was over I would spend quite awhile throwing up and honestly I didn’t know if it was due to my pregnancy or if it was the affects of the dementors, but I hated that time of my day or night. Then I would sleep fitfully before a plate and cup would appear in the cell, much of it remained un-eaten but I was very thankful for the water provided as it was the only thing I could keep down. Hearing footsteps I knew the next part of my routine was about take place, sparing a few seconds to shield my stomach I mentally braced myself for what was to take place. Once the guard pulled away and left the cell I pulled my prison clothes back on, and tuned on my side keeping off my backside which ached and was sore. Closing my eyes I placed my hands on the bulge trying to connect with the lives inside me. The very first time I felt a flutter I nearly passed out as time passed a connection was forged between me and my babies and I spent much of my time connecting to them and feeling their magic. When I knew I would be completely alone I let the glamour I held fall and I could see the bulge that was growing daily yet I feared it wasn’t enough, that was my greatest fear not being enough or being able to carry to term seeing as how I was in this hell. Yet that was every day, it was my life, and I had finally admitted to myself that no one was coming for me at any time, and the wizarding world thought of me as a traitor and murderer. I worked constantly to keep my emotions from overwhelming me and turning me into a hateful spite filled person, but I was full of was vengeance, what I wanted was revenge especially on Malfoy, the one person whose trust and loyalty I depended on, who I thought loved me, his condemnation killed everything but the small part of me that lived for the three heartbeats beneath my own. Falling asleep curled around my stomach I didn’t wake till I heard footsteps again. Knowing that I was too sore and that another round would probably do real damage, I scurried into a dark far corner and prayed that the footsteps would go past my cell. Replacing the glamour and shielding spell as the door opened I kept quiet and watched every move the guard made.
“Get up The warden wants to talk to you, mind your mouth, now move ”
Trudging behind the guard I kept my head down as we climbed flight after flight. By the time we reached the top I had a stitch in my side and was being kicked repeatedly from inside. Trying to breath through it all I wanted to rub my belly where I was being kicked but refrained from giving myself away.
“Remember to mind your mouth.”
The door closed as the guard left me in the office waiting.
“Ah there you are, you were brought here because certain things were noticed and it would behoove me as warden to allow even the worst cases not receive proper treatment. A medi-wizard was brought in to examine you and you will comply. The guard will take you to the proper room.”
The guard came and led me to the room where I was told to sit on the bed. Just looking at a real bed after even I didn’t know how long brought tears to my eyes. Fighting back tears I climbed up onto the bed, dragging my hands along the sheets I let the texture of the fabric seep into my mind.
“Thank you, you can leave till I am done with my examination.”
“Sorry but I am not going anywhere.”
“As I override your orders as I stated I will call you when we are done. Now Mr. Potter correct?”
Nodding I stopped rubbing my hand on the sheets and looked at the medi-wizard.
“Good now I will require you to remove the glamour and shielding. Come now Mr. Potter I am a fully qualified medi-Wizard as such I can tell when a glamour is being worn. Remove it so we may proceed.”
Releasing the magics that protected me I let the medi-wizard examine me and I chewed on my bottom lip while he cast spell after spell grumbling and mumbling all the way.
“Well from everything I can determine your under weight, woefully so, most of the nutrients you are getting seem to be going to the babies. Your magic is being used to protect this pregnancy, leaving you weak and your body strained. Based on the size of the fetus’s I would say your between your twenty fifth to twenty-sixth week and you have been experiencing their movements.”
“So all three are okay?”
“As I stated your magic is sustaining them but you do not have an infinite amount available you need proper care, proper food. You need to gain weight.”
“Well unless a miracle happens that’s not likely, we are in a prison.”
“Yes I know that, I also detect traces of recent sexual activity, is it consensual?”
“It’s not bad, besides it’s better then being beaten.”
“Mr. Potter I assure you neither option is better. Is it consensual?”
“No, but please as long as my babies are not harmed I can handle it. I have been handling it for.. What day is it?”
“May first and it is a little before five p.m..”
“I’ve been here for four months already?”
“I believe so, now back to your care and what’s been happening.”
“Please sir, leave it be, can you tell me the sex of my babies?”
“Mr. Potter I don’t believe you fully grasp your situation.”
“I do, had I not been examined I was fully prepared to find a way to deliver them or die trying. From then if we survived I know that they will be taken from me as I am a prisoner.”
“Have you notified the father, was he made aware of your condition?”
“No, the day I was going to tell him I was arrested, he doesn’t know.”
“Would you like me to inform him?”
“No, please he wouldn’t want anything to do with them especially since I had them. If they survived I want them to be taken away from here. I don’t want them growing up in the wizarding world. If they remained here they would be tarred with the same brush I was painted with and I will not have them suffering.”
“Then with whom do you wish them to go to?”
“A muggle orphanage will be the best option for them.”
“Mr. Potter I object ”
“It is what I want and what will be done, I won’t have them growing up in the same world that calls me a traitor and murderer.”
“Very well and the father’s name?”
“Is not relevant are we done?”
“Almost, there are a few potions I want you to take before I send you back and I will be seeing you again in three weeks.”
“Thank You sir.”
“Healer Baulstead.”
“Thank you healer Baulstead.”
Being led back to my cell I headed to the pile of blankets that I slept on and decided a nap was in order. Waking to various noises and voices I pushed myself up to see guards and the warden in my cell.
“You are being relocated, as I had a very interesting discussion with the medi-wizard and come with me. I want to know why you told no one of your condition?”
“It is no one’s business , besides any child of mine would be a prime target for Voldomort. As a prisoner I know I don’t have any rights but I hid them to keep them safe, you can not tell anyone else.”
“Do you really think I am going to tell anyone? Here is your new cell. You have an appointment in three weeks time, goodbye Mr. Potter.”
The cell I was brought to was slightly bigger and had an opening up on the wall, their version of a window. Looking around I saw a thin mattress in the corner, nothing splendid but it was better then blankets on the cold hard ground.. There was even a sheet on it.
“Thank You.”
Notes*** Thank you to Dreamer27,Nyks,Lockheart,Doxiesmom14,Dominique and Mithrilandtj who gave me such great reviews and to answer the question posted at the time when Harry was being accused no one was thinking about alternatives, grief and doubts were overwhelming them, they were not thinking with clear heads. Besides in keeping with some of the history everyone is always quick to think the worse of someone a guilty until you prove your innocence ideal. I hope that answers the question.