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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
53
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49,207
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273
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Weighty Issues
CHAPTER 44
“Argh!!!” No sooner had the headmaster’s words sank in than Harry’s stomach exploded in pain, creasing the boy in two and bringing him to the floor on his knees as he tried to gasp for air.
“Harry my boy what’s wrong?” Dumbledore was at Harry’s side instantly, uselessly supporting Harry’s rigid back as the boy fought the throbbing pain. “Stay there, I’ll call Madam Pomfrey.” When Harry didn’t reply Albus got straight up and strode over to the fireplace, tossing a handful of floo powder into the flame and calling the med witches name loudly. The pain in Harry’s stomach was as severe as it had ever been but like the times before it disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving him to slump to the floor in exhaustion just as Madam Pomfrey stepped through the fireplace and rushed to his side.
“Harry? Can you tell me where the pain is?” Harry shook his head as he forcefully pushed himself up, irritably swatting at Madam Pomfrey’s questioning hands trying to roam his body.
“I’m fine, I think I pulled a muscle at Quidditch practice yesterday. I’ve done it before, I just have to take it easy and it’ll heal itself.” Harry muttered, the lie falling from his lips so easily it scared him. The pain in Harry’s stomach had been there over a month now but he’d refused to acknowledge it as something serious. What ever it was Harry didn’t want to know he spent enough time in the infirmary as it was without going in there for just stomach cramp. Harry watched as Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey exchanged a curious glance at one another before the mediwitch turned back to him.
“If you don’t mind me being forward Mr. Potter, you seem to have put on quite a considerable amount of weight since your last pre-season Quidditch medical. Your stomach pain could be due to excess consumption of fat in your diet.” Harry snorted loudly at Madam Pomfrey’s bold statement and merely shrugged off the comment.
“So I’ve been comfort eating no need to point it out.” Harry snapped as he wrapped his robe back around his stomach and sat back down on the armchair, his arms folded defensively across his chest. “I’ll just sign up for dueling practice over Winter, that’ll get my weight back down again.” Harry looked pointedly from Madam Pomfrey to the headmaster for approval, and watched as both nodded in reluctant agreement.
“Fine, just see that you do Mr. Potter.” Madam Pomfrey eyed Harry cautiously before picking up her small medical bag. “Now if you’re okay I’ll return to the infirmary.” With a curt nod Madam Pomfrey, threw her own supply of floo powder into the fire and disappeared into the flames. With the mediwitch gone, Harry turned expectantly back to the headmaster who was reclining back in his chair again.
“Perhaps we should continue this conversation later on Harry, I believe you have classes today.” Dumbledore went to stand up from his chair but Harry abruptly stopped him with his hand.
“No!” Harry shouted, not meaning to sound so abrupt. “I mean, I want to know what’s going on. Draco’s only doing this because his father wants him to, it’s got nothing to do with protection. I heard them talking about it at the party, Lucius just wants to get Draco pregnant so that he can appease Voldemort by joining the Malfoy and Snape families together.” Harry protested relaying exactly what he’d surmised from the party at Malfoy Manor.
“Indeed we had originally thought that too but it seems we were wrong. Draco isn’t fertile at all, not even with women, it’s a genetic disorder carried by the Malfoy family. It only emerges every 100 years or so but it’s there nonetheless and Draco’s got it. Lucius may at first have had every intention of joining Draco with Snape for the offspring however once Draco had been tested and found sterile, all hell broke loose. Lucius would rather see his only son dead than have the family name soiled by an ‘incomplete’ heir. Draco’s appeal to the Ministry is genuine, as he knows the only person who can protect him from his own father is Severus.” Harry sighed heavily as he absently rubbed his stomach, talk of Severus and Draco just making it churn restlessly.
“Where’s Draco now?” Harry inquired quietly, having for the first time realized he hadn’t seen the blonde in over a month.
“Staying with Professor Snape, until we can sort out this mess. Severus can’t compromise his position within Voldemort’s ranks by willingly protecting the boy, but at the same time we can’t help either without exposing the order to Draco, who’s neither trust worthy or loyal.” Harry closed his eyes and tried to push aside the jealousy that rose in his chest as he thought of Snape and Draco down in the dungeons together. It made sense now, why Snape was never at meals if he was eating with Draco. “The only way Snape can avoid a Ministry sanctioned union is if someone already has a claim on him.”
“What about me, I….” Harry was cut off as Dumbledore shook his head.
“No Harry, the information will be made public in the trial we can’t afford to take a risk that big. Besides, I believed I had it on good authority your relationship with Professor Snape had been mutually broken off.” Harry gritted his teeth at the last comment as Dumbledore stared at Harry pointedly from over his glasses.
“Then who do you have in mind?” Harry queried abruptly already seeing that Dumbledore and the order had worked this out themselves. It made Harry often wonder why they even bothered telling him things when the decisions had already been made without him.
“Bill Weasley…”
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Argh!!!” No sooner had the headmaster’s words sank in than Harry’s stomach exploded in pain, creasing the boy in two and bringing him to the floor on his knees as he tried to gasp for air.
“Harry my boy what’s wrong?” Dumbledore was at Harry’s side instantly, uselessly supporting Harry’s rigid back as the boy fought the throbbing pain. “Stay there, I’ll call Madam Pomfrey.” When Harry didn’t reply Albus got straight up and strode over to the fireplace, tossing a handful of floo powder into the flame and calling the med witches name loudly. The pain in Harry’s stomach was as severe as it had ever been but like the times before it disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving him to slump to the floor in exhaustion just as Madam Pomfrey stepped through the fireplace and rushed to his side.
“Harry? Can you tell me where the pain is?” Harry shook his head as he forcefully pushed himself up, irritably swatting at Madam Pomfrey’s questioning hands trying to roam his body.
“I’m fine, I think I pulled a muscle at Quidditch practice yesterday. I’ve done it before, I just have to take it easy and it’ll heal itself.” Harry muttered, the lie falling from his lips so easily it scared him. The pain in Harry’s stomach had been there over a month now but he’d refused to acknowledge it as something serious. What ever it was Harry didn’t want to know he spent enough time in the infirmary as it was without going in there for just stomach cramp. Harry watched as Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey exchanged a curious glance at one another before the mediwitch turned back to him.
“If you don’t mind me being forward Mr. Potter, you seem to have put on quite a considerable amount of weight since your last pre-season Quidditch medical. Your stomach pain could be due to excess consumption of fat in your diet.” Harry snorted loudly at Madam Pomfrey’s bold statement and merely shrugged off the comment.
“So I’ve been comfort eating no need to point it out.” Harry snapped as he wrapped his robe back around his stomach and sat back down on the armchair, his arms folded defensively across his chest. “I’ll just sign up for dueling practice over Winter, that’ll get my weight back down again.” Harry looked pointedly from Madam Pomfrey to the headmaster for approval, and watched as both nodded in reluctant agreement.
“Fine, just see that you do Mr. Potter.” Madam Pomfrey eyed Harry cautiously before picking up her small medical bag. “Now if you’re okay I’ll return to the infirmary.” With a curt nod Madam Pomfrey, threw her own supply of floo powder into the fire and disappeared into the flames. With the mediwitch gone, Harry turned expectantly back to the headmaster who was reclining back in his chair again.
“Perhaps we should continue this conversation later on Harry, I believe you have classes today.” Dumbledore went to stand up from his chair but Harry abruptly stopped him with his hand.
“No!” Harry shouted, not meaning to sound so abrupt. “I mean, I want to know what’s going on. Draco’s only doing this because his father wants him to, it’s got nothing to do with protection. I heard them talking about it at the party, Lucius just wants to get Draco pregnant so that he can appease Voldemort by joining the Malfoy and Snape families together.” Harry protested relaying exactly what he’d surmised from the party at Malfoy Manor.
“Indeed we had originally thought that too but it seems we were wrong. Draco isn’t fertile at all, not even with women, it’s a genetic disorder carried by the Malfoy family. It only emerges every 100 years or so but it’s there nonetheless and Draco’s got it. Lucius may at first have had every intention of joining Draco with Snape for the offspring however once Draco had been tested and found sterile, all hell broke loose. Lucius would rather see his only son dead than have the family name soiled by an ‘incomplete’ heir. Draco’s appeal to the Ministry is genuine, as he knows the only person who can protect him from his own father is Severus.” Harry sighed heavily as he absently rubbed his stomach, talk of Severus and Draco just making it churn restlessly.
“Where’s Draco now?” Harry inquired quietly, having for the first time realized he hadn’t seen the blonde in over a month.
“Staying with Professor Snape, until we can sort out this mess. Severus can’t compromise his position within Voldemort’s ranks by willingly protecting the boy, but at the same time we can’t help either without exposing the order to Draco, who’s neither trust worthy or loyal.” Harry closed his eyes and tried to push aside the jealousy that rose in his chest as he thought of Snape and Draco down in the dungeons together. It made sense now, why Snape was never at meals if he was eating with Draco. “The only way Snape can avoid a Ministry sanctioned union is if someone already has a claim on him.”
“What about me, I….” Harry was cut off as Dumbledore shook his head.
“No Harry, the information will be made public in the trial we can’t afford to take a risk that big. Besides, I believed I had it on good authority your relationship with Professor Snape had been mutually broken off.” Harry gritted his teeth at the last comment as Dumbledore stared at Harry pointedly from over his glasses.
“Then who do you have in mind?” Harry queried abruptly already seeing that Dumbledore and the order had worked this out themselves. It made Harry often wonder why they even bothered telling him things when the decisions had already been made without him.
“Bill Weasley…”
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>