Something Special About Harry

Title: Something Special About Hary
Author: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Chapter 30 Receptions and Deceptions Revealed, Part 2
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Pairing: HP/LM, DM/SS, HG/PP
Date: October 4, 2005
Key words: Veela, M/M, Language, Mpreg, F/F, Preg.

Notes: Thanks to Keikokin for asking me to write this pairing for her in this situation.

Summary: Harry finds out something new about himself - he\'s a Veela and who his mate is. Please leave reviews. They are much needed encouragement

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Beta: Thanks to Leopards_bane. Talk about encouragement.


Chapter 30 Receptions and Deceptions Revealed, Part 2

Three young people turned anxious eyes to Severus who was enjoying the irony of the situation. He evil scientist wannabe brought down the know-it-all Gryffindor with an experiment. The scary part was it worked. It didn’t matter that Muggles had perfected the procedure, a pureblood Slytherin witch managed it on her own without all the money and fanfare.

Severus just looked at them as the band played on. Hermione looked at her professor, her eyes narrowed and she began tapping a foot in impatience. “Well, Severus, are you planning on telling us sometime tonight? I have arrangements to make, only the best Wizarding University for my child. I wonder which school he will be attending? Pansy, I haven’t forgotten about you either.” Hermione turned and glared maliciously at the female Slytherin. With a very Slytherin smirk directed at Pansy, Hermione turned to the Potions Master and fell into her bossy mode. “Severus. Now. You will. Tell. Me. NOW.”

Severus looked at his husband who just shrugged. “I think it would be prudent for us to sit for this news or someone should be prepared to catch you.” He stopped when he saw the female Gryffindor’s chin set in a stubborn display. From years of watching them, Severus knew it was useless to attempt to change her mind. Taking a step closer to the young witch, he bent to whisper in her ear. When he was done, he stepped back a step and had just enough time to catch her as her scream coincided with one from the magnolia glade. He let her collapse in his arm, pulled his wand and reconsidered it. Looking around, he pointed his wand at one of the ever-present Weasley males, who came sauntering over. “Misters Weasley, please take Miss Granger to a chair and let her come around. Under no circumstances are you or anyone else to use magic on her.”

Severus turned back to his two young Slytherins, one his husband, one his student. “Pansy we need to talk after I find Lucius and Harry. You’ve stirred up a ruckus far greater than any the Marauders or the Golden Trio managed. Wait right here and enjoy the music. You have a few nasty, nasty shocks heading your way, prepare yourself. I understand Narcissa’s will now.”

Severus led Draco to the magnolia glade, and took off their boots before entering. He found the other newlyweds trying to regain their composure but it was difficult as Lucius still had his mouth wrapped around Harry’s flagging cock and his fingers embedded in Harry’s tight arse. “Excuse me, while I would like nothing more than to have lessons on this from my fathers-in-law, we have more important matters at hand. You need to get respectable looking again. Although I doubt if respectable will be on anyone’s mind after the showcase performance you presented us a few minutes ago. Back to why we are here. Hermione and Pansy need your talents right now Harry. Hermione has already fainted so now would be a good time. Pansy will settle and do as I tell her. Now, move. I have my own hornymoon to get started.” Severus tugged Draco in front of him and reminded the other two why they were there.

Harry and Lucius hurried and cast cleaning and dressing spells. Before the other two could end the kiss, the longer newlyweds tapped them on the shoulders. “Lead on gentlemen”. The four trooped out together where two young Weasleys were eyeing the two females with much speculation. Severus cleared his throat and got the attention of the four.

“Thank you gentlemen. We’ll take if from here.” Severus dismissed them and expected them to leave. The Weasleys stepped closer to each female in front of them. Hermione looked to her professor and once almost lover.

“Severus, these two have been with me longer than you can imagine. I have no problem with them hearing whatever it is you think may be.” Hermione stopped and looked at Pansy who shrugged an elegant shoulder. Lust flared in Hermione’s eyes at the movement. Two of the six men felt their trousers tighten. Harry and Lucius held hands as Harry reacted to the smells and his husband picked up the emotions running rampant in the young Gryffindor. Something monumental was about to happen. He just hoped they could still stand when all was said and done.

“Be it on your own heads then, you were warned.” Severus’ dire tone was directed at the gathered. “Harry, you’ve “smelled” things off with us when you proclaimed certain things. I need you to test those powers on these two witches. From there I will cast the correct test on them to find out definitely.” Severus moved back so Harry could move in. “Lucius, stay over there so your scent won’t interfere with his senses.”

Harry moved in closer to Pansy. Looking into her eyes he could see the fear behind the bravado. His sense of smell picked up that fear and something else. He reached out a hand and Pansy hesitated before placing hers in his. Harry leaned over her hand and gently sniffed. He moved to her neck and sniffed again. Harry pulled back and looked at the small female. “Pansy bear with me. I want you to dance with me right here.” He gently pulled her up and into his arms. He placed one of her hands on his shoulder and took the other into his own. His free arm was placed around the petite waist before finding it’s way to the small of her back. He began a slow dance step that was easy for Pansy to keep up with. As they moved Harry opened his senses to the young witch in front of him. His frown of concentration soon turned to a smile. Taking her back to her seat, he turned to his female best friend.

“Hermione come to me.” He held out his arms and she slid into the strong arms. It was a natural move for the two. She wrapped her arm around his neck as he brought her other hand up to his face. Sniffing her hand, he pulled her closer and began to dance. He held her the same way he had Pansy, only leaning in to sniff her neck. Harry’s glee faded from his eyes as a frown formed on his lips. He took her back to the group and helped her into her seat before turning to the other men. “Well, before I say anything aloud, I want to have a word with Severus and Lucius. Then we’ll all confer.”

Harry pulled the two men to him, cast a privacy bubble around them and began a very animated conversation with the two older Slytherin men. Lucius appeared shocked. Severus just nodded and tried to keep from laughing. The Potions Master failed and fell to the ground laughing. Harry looked at him in disgust and Lucius was just stunned. The Gryffindor brought down the bubble and hauled Severus to his feet. Leaning into Severus Harry took a brief revenge. “You know Severus, in your condition you shouldn’t be rolling and falling down like that.” Severus immediately sobered up and went to the other five. When the group was together again, Severus pulled his wand and looked to Harry who cast another privacy bubble. Severus pointed his wand at Pansy and murmured the spell. A gasp was heard from the twin standing behind her. The Slytherin then turned to Hermione. “Are you sure?” The young witch frowned and nodded. Severus muttered again and this time there were gasps from all seven people around her.

Harry became agitated and Lucius took off his robe and shirt. “Harry, I’m getting used to undressing you in public and I don’t like it one bit.” Lucius let out a squeal as Harry pulled him in close to his body, kissing him hard and with a building passion. He broke the kiss and pulled Lucius over to the seated females. Before Lucius knew it, the two witches were ensconced with him in his husband’s wings. Lucius knew he would be needed when the two heard the truth.

This was turning into one hell of a wedding and reception by anyone’s standards. Hermione and Pansy looked at Harry and Lucius. Hermione strove for a touch of normalcy before sanity and consciousness left her. “Would someone please tell me why that odious man is impersonating the Muggle singer?”

The seven others turned to look at her in astonishment. Lucius was the first to speak. “Miss Granger, that “odious man” is not an imposter or impersonator. That is the musical “King” as Muggles refer to him and is a close and personal family friend of my family’s and Severus’.”

Hermione looked at the Potion Master. “But, but, the Muggle world believes he’s dead. How?”

Severus smirked at her. “Do you not remember your very first lesson in the dungeons girl? If I can stopper death, what could possibly prevent me from faking a death to allow an escape? Hermione, he’s not dead, he was just tired and wanted to come home. I helped him.” He paused while all of that sank in and waited for the next questions.

Hermione didn’t disappoint him. “I’ll think on that. Now will you please tell us what you’ve found and what has everyone so worked up? I’m guessing the mad-bitch here managed to make me conceive. I want to know by whom and how many. Is that asking too much? Since you are the one Slytherin keeping track of all of the contributions in a professional manner, you must know who it belongs to, so tell me.”

Severus debated a few minutes longer while looking to Lucius, who only nodded at him. Clearing his throat, he began. “There were four vials left. One marked 7NL, one marked 7RH, one marked TR and one marked Sterile. Pansy, you used two on each of you apparently.” The young Slytherin female blushed as Severus began again.

“Harry’s senses have detected pregnancies in both of you.” A collective gasp echoed in the bubble. “What Harry could not clearly define was the parentage. He could tell you are both having twins. I, however, do know the parentage. I must admit, this will be bigger news than Harry defeating Voldemort. I don’t think Pansy’s condition has ever happened in the Wizarding World. Pansy, brace yourself. You will be having twins, one is from 7NL and the other” Severus stopped and shook his head. “The other is 7RH. I have no idea in Hades how that is going to work. I almost pity you.”

Severus looked back around at some confused faces. “For those of you not figuring this out yet. 7NL denotes it was done in Pansy’s seventh year and it was Neville Longbottom. The 7RH still has me intrigued, trying to figure out how she managed to get that sample. It was appropriated during her seventh year also. It was Rubeus Hagrid.” If it had been physically possible, the sound of jaws hitting the ground would have echoed in the bubble.

Severus turned to Hermione. “Miss Granger.” He was stopped by an angry sound from the young witch. “Severus, you’ve had my tit in your mouth and your hands under my knickers, you’ve seen something in my body that I can’t even acknowledge yet. Would you at least call me Hermione?”

Severus had the grace to blush before he continued. “Hermione, all the tests and sense findings say you are pregnant. I can also tell you it was a Gryffindor. Brace yourself dear. It was not 7NL, it was not the sterile sample, and it was the one marked TR. You may not believe this, but the code stood for Tom Riddle. There is only one slight problem, Tom Riddle a.k.a. Lord Voldemort could not produce a “contribution”. Why do you think he tried to steal babies to put his soul in? He couldn’t make one of his own. Now for the really shocking news. It gets worse.”

Severus stopped and looked around. He was secretly enjoying being the center of attention. Hermione was fidgeting and scowling. “Really, Severus, would you just fucking tell me already? If it wasn’t Voldemort, Neville or Hagrid and it was a Gryffindor, whose is it?”

Wearing a smirk that made all the others shudder in fear, he leaned over to Hermione Granger, relishing this minute almost as much as the first time with Draco. Whispering in her ear, he told her the father’s identity. With a scream coinciding with the song playing, Hermione Granger fainted to the song ‘You Dropped A Bomb On Me’. Again. Arms grabbed her from behind to hold her onto the chair.

Sighing in frustration, Severus cast Ennervate on her. Looking around, she began to cry hysterically. Harry had had enough. Growling low and ruffling his wings, a commanding voice erupted from him. “Severus you will tell us all now what has upset Mione so badly and filled you with glee. We need to know what we are dealing with so we can make plans.”

Severus looked at the assembled and shook his head. How were they going to deal with this? They were not much more than children themselves although they grew up fast. Taking a deep breath, he looked around one more time and reached for his husband, pulling him in close to his side.

“As I said, Tom Riddle couldn’t contribute. He would have one of his Death Eaters do the “deed” for him while they were in a separate room. Pansy never saw who did it. I know from the dates on the vial that it was none other than”. He paused for dramatic effect, cleared his throat one more time and whispering the name very, very quietly. “Who?” was shouted at him. He tried again, a little louder. “WHO?” was yelled again. Hermione was at the end of her patience. Before he knew what was happening, Severus was looking down the wood of a very elegant wand in the hands of scared, hormonally charged teen witch. Well, not since he was in classes at least.

“Severus, speak up or so help me, by all that I hold dear and sacred, you will never have sex again. In any fashion. NOW!”

Severus actually shook. He knew of her legendary temper. He knew of her knowledge and the combination was enough to scare him when presented together at one time. Breathing in one last time, he expelled it sharply on a strangled breath. “Peter Pettigrew.”

A/N: The use of “The King” is in no way intended to be an infringement. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if it was possible he was still with us? The song named, You Dropped A Bomb on Me was by The Gap Band, no infringement intended there either