Silver, Green, and Gold

Sharp pains and Warm hands
Kireania

Disclaimer: HP not mine else Ron would be dead and Harry and Draco would be going at it explicitly already.

An: I AM SOOOOOO SORRRRRRYYYY THAT THIS TOOK ME SOOOOOO LONG. I really did not expect this to be so late. I went home for winter break expecting to be able to pop two more chapters out and then my mind died… I can’t believe it did that on me. Please please forgive me.

Thanx are going out to Angelkitty and plotbunnybrat for the chocolate the support really helped. Also thank you chantalmalfoy for your review.

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Oh and I hope this chapter isn’t to bad being written so far apart from the others. Sorry if it is.
Well here it is at long last.




Chapter four: Sharp pains and Warm hands






Harry awoke the next morning in an instant. For a moment he didn’t know what had jarred him awake but then he realized what it was when a wave of nausea swept over him so quickly that it made him dizzy as well. He hated mornings especially the ones that were like this. He had been having these waves every morning for the last week, or so, he knew it was natural but still they sucked ass majorly.

He barely made it to his personal bathroom before his stomach decided to let loose the little that was even in his stomach. He hadn’t eaten much the night before to many memories to deal with at the time. Since there was nothing left in his stomach shortly after he began his retching his body decided to make up for the lack of substance by inducing painful dry heaves.

They in turn caused his body to tense and cause him even more pain that centered on his abdominal area. He knew that he needed to relax but he couldn’t not until his body and magic realized that he was alone and that there was no reason to keep on searching.

Having read numerous books on the marvel called male pregnancy he had soon learned that he was going to be in a shitload of pain and equally tired most of the time. Even though the books just kept on bringing mostly annoying and some of it was just downright bad news Harry was grateful that his aunt had even got them for him.

No matter how much she tried to get him to trust her he just kept waiting for her to turn back into her old self telling him that he was a freak and that he deserved his pain. She never did that though and she swore that she never would.

He had learned that compared to a females pregnancy his would be about ten times more dramatic for his body and his mentality. He would go through more hormones and mood swings than most women would. But also with male pregnancies it was much safer for child and carrier if the carrier stayed with the father of the child.

This was almost necessary due to the fact that a child in a male carrier’s body is surrounded by a magical womb as well as a slightly natural one that was made from magic in the first place. During the duration of the pregnancy the child would sap the magic from the carrier and yearn for even more. It was very rare for a single pregnant to go through a whole pregnancy without major repercussions to endure any where from death of the child to death of the carrier.

The child though seems to have a remarkable ability of drawing magic from its non carrier father, or close relative, in order to take the strain off of the ‘mother’ and to ensure its own survival. Having the father donate magic both willingly and in a stable amount makes sure that the child will most likely survive, have magic, be healthy and strong as well as create a bond with the non carrier.

Having read this for the first during the summer Harry had snorted at it trying to imagine how it would play out if he did locate the elder Malfoy for this reason. In his mind it went something like this: “Why hello Mrs. Malfoy is your husband in? Ohh…there he is. I’m just here to tell you that I’m pregnant with your child and I need to borrow your magic for the time being…”umm yea …that was not going to happen in any reality, ever. He swore that the only reason that he would ever approach Lucius would be so that he could kill him.

So now he was going at it alone and in major pain as his body desperately searched for a way to relieve itself of the strain and pain. His heaves weren’t slowing down though and his throat was starting to feel scratchy and a little bloody. Closing his eyes he tried to placate his body by supplying his mind with an image of the only one he could think of that was directly related to Lucius yet did not make him sick to think of. A picture of Draco helping him calm down, and giving him some magic calmed his body slightly but not enough to stop the pain or tension entirely.

Without warning though soft cool hands started to rub the back of his neck. Being shocked was an understatement of mass proportions but because he felt so weak and was still heaving his natural reaction was lost. After a moment though of just cool hands soothing his neck he heard a soft hum start up. The voice seemed to enter his body and fill his veins with warmth and calmness. His body slowly sagged with relief when the warmth that had spread reached his abdomen and relaxed that as well. There was no magic exchanged or given but that was ok since his body was no longer in extreme pain.

Staying by the toilet for another minute or so Harry listened to the hummed song trying to see if he knew the song or even if he knew the voice. The only thing that he could tell was that his helper was female. Slowly so not to anger his stomach again the girl pulled him into a sitting position and pressed a cup to his lips. Without thinking he opened his mouth and took the liquid that turned out to just be cool water. The first gulp he swallowed and then grimaced at the taste and remembered to rinse his dry and nasty tasting mouth with the next two gulps that he took.

Still in control of his body and the situation the girl stood up and then bent down to help him up gently. She led his still weak body to the bed where she laid him down so that his head was in her lap. Now that he was in a position that he could move slightly he twisted his head so that he could get a glimpse of his helper. His eye caught a flash of dark purple hair that was soon replaced with wide and concerned gold eyes.

“Sleep it is still early. I will wake you up before your classes begin.” Her voice still held that musical quality that it had when she had been humming to him. Trusting her he closed his eyes perfectly at ease with the fact that he was letting himself show weakness to a girl that was practically a stranger. Savior or not.

His body relaxed completely for the first time in about three weeks when the pains first started and he didn’t know why they were happening. His last conscious thought led him to his memory dreams that he kept having.

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He had only been back for a week now. Yet it seemed that it had been both longer and shorter than the actual time. His cousin and uncle had received the news of his return with as much glee as if the news of the world ending had just been made public. He received a few scathing and rude remarks and then was told/yelled at to get on with the chores that he had missed since he was out ‘partying’.

His aunt had sighed and instead of going to watch TV helped Harry with cleaning the kitchen so that he didn’t need to over exert himself or hurt his wounds more. This was now an everyday occurrence one that was strange yet comforting at the same time. At least she was trying to help.

He was musing over the week and the major changes in his aunt when it hit. A sharp stab of pain that came directly from his abdomen caught him so off guard that the plate in his hand dropped along with the drying towel. He barely managed to stay upright but just barely. He wasn’t able to stop his cry of pain from escaping though. His uncle was in the kitchen looking over the damage when the next wave of pain hit. This time he fell to his knees from the pain still unable to stop his pained cries from being voiced.

Of course his cries were pissing of Vernon who was already about ready to lay into him. His voice boomed. Threatening Harry if he didn’t shut up, ordering him to get up and stop being a freak. But Harry couldn’t hear his uncle through the blood rushing through his ears, his heartbeat, and the immense pain that was gripping his stomach.

He didn’t hear his uncle’s final warning but he sure as hell felt the kick that landed on his stomach. Unable to hold anything back that kicked caused him to empty his stomach on the kitchen floor as his uncle yelled even more.

The pain increased suddenly causing another cry of pain to pass his now bleeding lips. He had tried to stop his cries by biting his lips. He didn’t hear his aunt scream when she came rushing down the steps. Nor did he hear her defend him from Vernon’s rage. He didn’t hear the door open and then slam close when he left. He didn’t hear Petunia send Dudley to bed early.

He couldn’t feel the tiles below his fingers. He couldn’t feel the shards of glass cut into his skin on both his arms and legs. He couldn’t feel his aunt’s bony hand rest on his shoulder lightly. He barely felt her arm go around his waist as she tried to help him up.

He couldn’t remember how long he was in pain, barely even what happened during that first time. He could vaguely remember trying to stumble up some stairs with his aunt when another pain hit causing him to lose his stomach again right there. He vaguely heard his aunt trying to remain calm whispering reassuring words that held no meaning at the moment. Then he just remembered being set down on a cool floor before passing out.

Petunia later told him what had happened after he had finally passed out from the pain and strain.

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He had indeed passed out in the bathroom on the cold floor. His aunt thought quickly and left him there in order to gather some things that she might need. First she gathered some towels both old and new and placed those next to her nephew’s limp body. She then began to fill the sink up with warm water. Once she had gathered everything that she knew that she had she went into his room and over to his trunk.

Quickly she opened it up grateful that he didn’t have any spell on it to keep it locked. Searching through his stuff she soon found the cream that he had been using for his back. She also found some other jars that were labeled with names like ‘Heal all’, ‘Healing cream for sensitive areas’, ‘Mild muscle relaxant’. Grabbing these she made a note to ask him what they were for when he woke up.

When she had returned to the bathroom she noticed that a small pool of blood was forming and it needed to be stopped soon. Knowing he would be angry with her later she muttered a quick apology before she stripped his shirt off and then with more difficulty his pants. Looking over him quickly she was glad that none of the wounds went near or under his boxers she could save him that embarrassment at least.

She looked thoroughly over his front and then turned him on his side so as to see his back. The wounds on his back were open slightly but not too much. Retrieving a towel she gently laid him on his back. It seemed that the excess amount of blood was coming from the wounds on his arms and legs. Sighing she grabbed a pair of tweezers and got to work making sure that all the pieces of glass were gone before she cleaned and bandaged the wounds.

The entire process took over two hours and had her back cramping and eyes going cross by the time she finished. To her luck though Harry started coming to near the end.

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Waking up had never been more painful for Harry. He felt like he had just gone two rounds with Voldemort and then another two with dragons. His mind slowly focused on his surroundings and then he felt a sharp pain in his right arm.

“Ow…What the…” He looked at his arm to see his aunt leaning near poking him with a pair of sharp tweezers. Before he could say anything else there was another jab and a loud sigh of relief from his aunt. Without a word she held up the poking instrument of pain to show Harry the long sliver of glass that she had just finished extracting.

“That took me about ten minutes now just for that one alone.” She grabbed the now half empty jar ointment and put a good coat of it over the wound before she bandaged it up firmly. Harry watched all this silently trying to remember what happened that he had glass in his arm.

He then looked down at the rest of his sprawled out body and two realizations hit him at once. He was almost naked and he was covered in bandages. Eyes wide with questions and fear he met his aunts eyes silently asking her what happened.

“I really don’t know why it began Harry I guess one minute you were fine and then the next you’re on the ground kneeling on and over broken glass gripping your stomach in pain. I know that I got there to late to stop Vernon from getting one kick in and I’m sorry but he is not here now.

I tried to help you but I don’t think anything but pain was getting through to you. You threw up twice and all your muscles were tense. I brought you up here and then you passed out. I got to work after you fainted and that was about two hours ago.

I’m sorry about taking your clothes off but it was the only way that I could get to your wounds fully. I did leave your boxers on there were, luckily, no wounds to far above your knees.” His aunt paused to allow him to digest this information. Closing up the jar of ointment her eyes landed on the other ones she had grabbed.

“Harry when I got this cream there were others there and I grabbed them since I didn’t know if I would need them or not. What are they for?” She picked up the jars and handed them to him.

Flushing slightly he stammered, “I usually just make and pack any kind of cream that might be useful.”

Nodding she took one that had light blue cream in it and stood up. She moved around carefully picking up his clothing and the container with the shards leaving for only a moment to dispose of the clothing and shards. Coming back to her waiting nephew she helped him up and then started towards his room.

She laid him on the bed then put her hand on his stomach gently feeling the muscles. They were still coiled up extremely tight. Trusting her nephew’s labeling skills she opened the muscle relaxant and scooped a little out. She then once again placed her hand on his stomach only this time with the cream.

Opening his mouth to protest that he could indeed do this himself Harry closed his mouth and threw his head back in pain when she pressed her fingers in lightly. “I know this is embarrassing for you but you’re tense all over and I know you can’t reach everywhere. Besides I can do this better from this angle than you could.”

He wanted to deny her words but he knew that he couldn’t so he remained silent with his teeth gritted against the pain of his overly tense muscles being forced to relax. Occasionally he couldn’t stop the whimpers of pain from passing his sealed lips and every time that one sounded his aunt would reply with a soft apology.

She moved all over his torso working out the knots and kinks but every time she finished one area she would have to go back to his stomach to apply more cream. As his front relaxed so did his back so there was minimal for her to do there but she quickly found more tense muscles in his legs.

Keeping in mind his embarrassment she only worked out the kinks that were slightly above his wounds even though there had to be more in his upper thighs as common sense dictated. Once again she returned to work on his abdomen. It was looser but definitely not where it was supposed to be even though he was nicely muscled.

“I’m not sure why your stomach is being difficult but I don’t think its going to relax anymore unless I press harder and as it is my touches seem to be very painful. It’s up to you do you wanna see what’ll happen in the morning or do you want me to try a little more?”

She waited for an answer for a few moments but when she didn’t get one she looked up and couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. He was asleep. Tired out from the evening’s events and scares. Getting up she placed the lid on the relaxant and placed it on his stand incase he needed it later.

As silently as possible she left the room and turned out the light before heading down the stairs to start cleaning up the rest of the messes. She was tired but she it needed to be done and there was no way that Harry was up to helping and she knew that her son had no concept of the word help or chore.

The days passed and yet the pains kept on striking. Harry soon learned how to tell if one was about to hit so he had a little warning to start heading for the bathroom where he would stay until it passed or lessened enough for him to stumble to his room where his aunt was usually waiting with the relaxant opened and ready.

It was nine days after the first pain when Petunia found something in one of her old books that made her eyebrows raise high on her forehead. She was waiting for Harry to get over his latest pain/cramp/vice so she could use the muscle relaxant on his stomach. Reading it over again she decided to bring it up when he came in.

It was another ten minutes before he managed to weakly walk in the room. These times after his pains were like the sweetest torture. Sitting down he let his aunt take his shirt off but strangely that was all she took off.

“Hold still real quick I need to check something ok?” When Harry nodded his consent she leaned over his stomach and started feeling around much like the doctor had done to her stomach when she had been pregnant. She watched his expressions and how they matched with what she was feeling inside. Then she pressed over the area she knew would be more sensitive and sure enough he practically jumped three feet.

Stepping back she looked at him for a long moment before she sighed and sat next to him on the bed. “Harry I’m going to need you to be brutally honest with me here ok? Cause it’s the only way that I can help you.”

Harry raised his head slightly and met her now firm but gentle eyes with his own wide green ones. Slowly he nodded again wondering what she had found out. He was not prepared for her next question though.

“Do you have a boyfriend or maybe an Ex that you were sleeping with?” Her voice was soft but still the question had Harry’s face flushing so badly that he was matching tomato. Shaking his head wildly he couldn’t seem to find his voice. “Harry I need to know the truth please…You…”

“But it is the truth. I don’t have one nor have I had one that I slept with anyway. Why is that even important?” His voice was shaky and he sounded like a scared child.

She really didn’t want to catch him in a lie but it seemed he still didn’t trust her. Softly so that her voice was soft and comforting she told him. “Honey what I just did and everything that you have been going through recently is matching all the symptoms for male pregnancy. The book that I am reading has a whole section on it and everything fits…” Once again she trailed off.

The looked on her nephews face was disbelieving but when he looked up and met her eyes he knew that this was no cruel joke nor a bad dream. It was real. He was pregnant. “How is that even possible…?”

“Muggles obviously don’t have male pregnancies but in the wizarding world they are while not common they aren’t rare either. In fact one of your mother and father’s friends went through a male pregnancy…Harry what’s wrong?”

He had suddenly curled into himself and started almost begging for it to not be true. “No…no no no no…it can’t be…not real…I can’t be…why why why why why?” Without any warning he flung himself at his aunt and began sobbing.

Unsure at what to do she just held him tightly and began to rock slowly hoping it would calm him down so that she could understand why he reacted the way he did and was. His sobs didn’t stop for over an hour as he let himself cry on his confused aunt. Finally when his cries did die down though his aunt then noticed that his breathing was deep. And sure enough he had exhausted himself out again.

She tried to lay him back down on the bed so that he would be comfortable but he didn’t seem to want to let go so she gave up and situated them both in a semi comfy position and waited for him to wake up.

Soon they were both asleep though one was in a considerably lighter sleep than the other. And it wasn’t until past dinner that either one stirred from their positions. Petunia was awake as soon as her nephew started to come to.

Blinking his eyes he tried to remember why he had latched onto his and why he felt achy but then it all came back to him in a flash. He looked up at her beseechingly, “Please tell me that it was a dream and that I’m not really pregnant.” He didn’t need her to answer though cause her eyes gave everything away.

He was pregnant.

Tears once again welled up in his eyes. They were gently wiped away by his aunt but before she could once again ask about a boyfriend he began to talk.

“There is no boyfriend nor was there ever. I sometimes get restless at night and go for a walk. That night that I disappeared I must have gone into death eater territory without realizing it because I was suddenly surrounded and I didn’t have my wand either…

Death Eaters are people that hate muggles and any witch or wizard that either comes from a muggle family or someone that has one muggle parent and one non muggle parent. They work for this guy Voldemort. He’s the one that killed my parents and he seems to want to kill me to.

Anyway so I was knocked unconscious and taken to a dungeon somewhere, near wherever that cab was from. My magic protected me most of the time but by the end of the week I was tired and weak…”

He went on to tell his aunt about the night that he was raped. He explained that he could only recognize one person from the voices. He told her about the gold eyes and then being freed. He told her everything.

Petunia was angry, not at Harry, but at the horrible people that had attacked her nephew. Now she knew why he flinched from unexpected touches and even some expected ones. And why he was so conscious about his state of dress. She pulled him into a tight hug as even more tears spilled as he relived those memories.

“Harry I will help you with this child if you wish to keep it. I will go and buy as many books and items that you will need. You are no longer alone.” She was the closest thing he had to a mother right now and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to act like a proper one for once.

Her first move besides buying books, getting a divorce and moving Vernon out. She needed to protect Harry now and it was obvious that Vernon wouldn’t. It’d be up to Dudley as to where he went and who he lived with he was old enough now to make his own choices. Harry certainly had to.

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Sol watched as her green eyed friend dreamed. She continued to hum even though he was asleep. It seemed her voice did a lot towards calming him she was glad that she could help. Looking towards the sky she let a small smile grace her lips.

They were all here now. Now it’s time to show everyone who the hell they really were. This was going to be fun. But first she had to awaken her others then she could have her revenge. They all could.





A/N: I promise that I will get the next chapter out faster. Please forgive my tardiness.
You have every right to be mad but please no flames.