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Golden Sol
Silver, Green and Gold
By Kireania
Disclaimer: HP is not mine…I swear its not. The only thing I own in this story is my char and some of the spells I make up…and the plot.
An: I am truly sorry that this has taken forever to get out. I’ve had some issues lately with my grandfather dying and my finals. I will try my damnedest to get chapters out more regularly. I swear I have not abandoned any of my fics. I just get blocked a lot. Again I am so sorry for the wait.
Warnings: Abuse, Mpreg, a crying Harry…minor sex scene at beginning which is another memory from the rape. If there is anything that I have missed please tell me. Thankies ^.^
On with the show.
Chapter 5: Golden Sol
There were voices in the distance. There was harsh laughter and jeers. There was HIS voice. Then there were hands. They were everywhere.
On him.
In him.
In his hair pulling, spreading his legs further apart. Lifting his legs for a better angle to push into him. There were spells that humiliated him in ways that normal rape could not. Spells that made his body react, spells that made him beg, spells that kept him tight for them.
There was no way out other than darkness but he wasn’t allowed that either. He was positive that he had tears running down his face and that he was begging with the little voice that he had left. He wanted it over but they had been going for hours now. Each given the chance to recover while another comes forward ready to continue his nightmare.
HE was the worst. His voice was softened almost to a coo. A deadly coo. He constantly told him that he deserved this and that this was his own fault. Then he said one last statement before this particular turn ended.
“Every prisoner dreams of escape. But even if you do escape from here, not likely given the slim chance that you could even move, you’ll never truly escape. You’ll still be trapped here mentally, that in itself can be worse. Your memories will never leave you, not even with an Obliviate. Permenante Memoria. You won’t ever forget this night.”
Harry cried out loudly and tried to sit up. But he was unable to move there were hands holding onto his shoulders keeping him down. For a minute he thought he was back in that small cell and that they had him again. He fought frantically trying to get away from his captor. But not more than a moment later he heard a soft voice humming.
Everything came back then. He was back at Hogwarts and this girl had been here earlier helping him. His mind was finally in the present his body relaxed enough that he was no longer fighting but he still wasn’t sure who this girl was. Sure he recognized her as his savior and knew that she was kind but he didn’t know anything else about her and he was extremely curious right now.
Staring at her his mind suddenly caught another obvious fact. She was in his room. His perfectly warded room. His room that the very wards were in tune with his magic and needed parseltongue to adjust much less come in. How the hell did she even get in?
His mind was completely baffled and he just laid there his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair to calm him. With everything flying in his head he didn’t notice the warning signs that his body gave out before a vice attack. So with out warning on his part his abdomen suddenly seized up.
His eyes widened at the unexpected pain and he instantly tried to curl in on himself. It never helped but he couldn’t stop himself. But he couldn’t move. His body remained stretched out straight on his bed. His head was still on the girl’s lap. What the hell was going on? The pain was unbearable as always and he just wanted to curl up but he couldn’t. Frantic eyes searched out an answer from the eyes above him.
Her gold eyes were sad but also firm. She wouldn’t let him curl up. She had her reasons for doing this but she would wait until he was lucid enough to listen. She wasn’t worried about hurting him, the magic she had used was raw and she had specifically made sure it wouldn’t hurt the little one in his abdomen. She continued to run her hands through his hair trying to get him to relax his body sooner but she knew he had to ride these out. This pain was nowhere near being similar to the reason why he couldn’t relax earlier. This was something that all pregnant males went through.
He was going through establishment.
Establishment was where his body was slowly moving his internal organs around to safe positions so that they can function properly as the child grows larger. It is not known why this happens this early but it has been found to be necessary or else miscarriage is the only path left. It also takes about two to six weeks to go through it fully. It didn’t happen all at once because that would be too much strain and shock on the carrier’s body. He needed to keep his body from curling up because if he curled up the movement was limited and it would prolong the length of time needed for the entire process to finish.
Leaning down slightly she kept his eyes locked with hers. Her eyes were calm as she began to sing a soft lullaby to him. Her voice was soft, barely carrying to the green eyed Gryffindor’s ears as her voice coaxed the body in her lap to relax. She watched as those expressive eyes closed slightly as his body follow the implied order. Her voice continued in her delicate song until he was completely relaxed. The last verse of her song lingered in the air.
I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice
She released her magic that was holding Harry down, not surprised when he didn’t move in the least.
Harry hadn’t been this relaxed in so long. Actually he couldn’t remember ever being this relaxed. It was very eerie for him. He could lose himself in this state of mind. Forcing himself to focus on something he found himself staring into smirking gold eyes. That’s when reality cam crashing back down on him. Mentally anyway, his body wasn’t ready to move too much yet. Eyes wide he stared at her. Questions raced through his mind, unable to focus on just one he opened his mouth and then closed it only to open it again. He was scared, worried, shocked, angry, curious, grateful, and in wonder.
Sol watched the emotions and questions fly through The Boy Who Lived’s mind as they were shown to her through his eyes. His eyes really were window to his soul. She made a mental note to fix that. He didn’t need people being able to read his thoughts even without Legilmens. She couldn’t help the smirk that came to her face as she watched his confusion grow.
This time when he opened his mouth she gently put a finger to his lips in a hush motion. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him nod slightly and close his mouth. She slowly moved her finger away from his lips up his cheek and then finally she caressed his scar lightly as she thought about how to start this. She didn’t want him to distance himself from her.
“I suppose you remember me from that night, don’t you?”
That one question had Harry’s memories in the forefront of his mind. The pain, humiliation, anger, laughter, then the inability to stay conscious for any longer, then a set of pained gold eyes. Freedom and knowledge that he had been rescued and the painful journey back to Surrey. Yea, he remembered that night. He remembered how their eyes connected and with that one look he had fallen into her. He had known she was to be trusted. He knew that she understood his pain. Harry hadn’t realized that he had closed his eyes and started crying after that question, but he felt her soft fingers wiping away his tears and surprisingly his fears as well. Taking a deep breath he forced his eyes open and though he was still teary he nodded firmly.
He did remember her. How could he not?
Smiling lightly she continued to run her fingers across his cheeks, gathering any stray tears and sending them on their way. She knew why he had cried but she had had to ask. Her memories of that night were awful as well as she watched helplessly from the barred window as he had been tortured and raped. She had felt so bad at not being able to stop them. She didn’t know how she would have helped but she had wanted to so badly. He didn’t deserve that pain.
“Good. I need you to understand that I am a friend. I will protect you and the one you carry within you, but you must trust me. But know that as you saw at the station I must stay with Draco. As of right now I belong to him, he is my master… Hush now please no more tears. Especially not for me, please baby.”
Her words of servitude had once again caused Harry to tear up. Her pain was so much more than his and she was so strong. He had no right to feel like he had gone through such torture when that was her life. He didn’t know why he was crying so much but he was. Perhaps he could blame it on the hormones coursing through his blood. Hearing her words of endearment had thrown him again. But he didn’t complain, he really couldn’t when that one word made him feel like everything was alright.
Her voice was soft as she once again calmed the overly emotional teenager. She was younger but she had so much more control. She had to have that control, or she would have been insane by now.
“No more crying alright?”
She watched for his nod before she continued again with her explanations. She explained to him that she could help him with his child. She explained that even though she was expected to stay with Draco most of the time she was also expected to act like a normal transfer student and make friends. She paused here momentarily in order to allow her green eyed innocent one to absorb this information.
“What house are you in?” His voice was hoarse from earlier and soft as he whispered. He was curious as to what house she had been placed in, seeing as he could not remember much of the night before except his withdrawal into his memories.
“I am undecided. The hat could not place me. That is why I was given directions to this room by the headmaster. He said there was another student in here but that they shouldn’t mind the company.”
She waited knowing exactly what his next question was going to be. She knew that as soon as her words clicked he would ask. She wasn’t disappointed.
“So how did you get past my wards? They were in parseltongue.” The confusion etched over his face was adorable. She gave him a soft smile and shook her head lightly in amusement.
“You are no longer the only parseltongue at Hogwarts. I was born with that gift as well. It is quite useful for spells, don’t you think?”
Harry’s eyes widened dramatically as she explained. Now he knew how she had gotten into his room. Now he understood why he had not felt the wards disturbed. She was not a threat to him and she spoke parseltongue. He stared at her in awe. She spoke this rare Dark Language and she called it a gift. It wasn’t a curse to her. She felt no guilt for being able to speak it.
Sol watched the Wizarding World’s Savior go through his emotions and shock. Her smile never wavered; she had no intention of letting her fears show through to him just yet. She needed to seem invincible; she needed to exude strength so that he knew how to find that strength within himself. Until then she could not show that her flaws and weaknesses were as real as everyone else’s. After sometime of silence she shifted slightly, barely moving at all as she mentally readied herself for to continue this conversation. But then her eyes landed on his stomach and a different question entered her mind.
“Hey, who’s been helping you with the baby? I doubt you’ve been doing this entirely alone, that’s almost impossible.” Her voice was still soft but the volume had increased to a normal speaking level as her bright gold eyes watched, as usual.
Flushing lightly, Harry’s mind wandered to his aunt. He hoped she wasn’t lonely without him there to keep her company. He would fire call her later just to check in. After a couple of minutes he forced himself to bring his mind back to the present so he could answer her question. He moved his bright green eyes to the ceiling as he thought of what he should tell her. If he was to be honest with himself, he knew he shouldn’t say anything to her when he knew nothing about her except that she was enslaved to Draco Malfoy right now. But he knew he would tell her just about anything, it just felt right to do so.
He couldn’t help but start off cautiously, “My…aunt. She helped me over the summer after we realized what was happening.”
His voice broke as he recalled how he had been told by his aunt that he was pregnant. There had even been a potion test listed that he insisted that he use before completely believing that he was going to have a child. But of course it was just his luck, he was pregnant.
Harry didn’t even realize that he was talking out loud as he shared his memories of what happened over the summer after he was released of course. The fact that only his aunt had been worried that he had disappeared for a week, the sudden tight pains in his stomach a week after he got back to the Dursley’s, and the subsequent discoveries, he spilled everything. And the entire time his memories had him reliving each event as if it was just yesterday that it happened. He easily recalled the last day that he had seen Vernon.
Vernon had just gotten home, on the third day since the discovery of Harry’s pregnancy. Looking around his house Vernon knew that something was up. He didn’t smell any dinner nor was his wife in the hall to greet him as usual. Walking to the kitchen he noticed that Petunia was in the kitchen doing the dishes and talking to the freak. His footsteps had been nowhere near silent so the two occupants both knew that the overly large man was home.
Petunia drew in a shaky breath and turned to her husband silently, Harry watched. Vernon looked between the two his temper already rising. He narrowed his eyes at the freak of a nephew that he had been housing for most of his life. The ungrateful brat had probably done something freakish again. He turned to his wife, she looked nervous yet determined.
“Petunia where is dinner and where is Dudley? What the hell is going on here?!” His voice had risen with each word that fell from his puffy lips until he was practically yelling at his skinny wife.
“Dudley is in his room Vernon. I sent him to bed early. Dinner is basically fend for yourself tonight. But we need to talk so before there is any more yelling sit,” her voice was calm and low in volume. She turned to her only link left to Lily and nodded her head for him to leave the room. “Harry please leave while we talk.”
Harry nodded his head slowly. He didn’t want his aunt to have to deal with this alone, but she seemed determined to. Picking up the book that was on the counter he left the kitchen even though he didn’t go far. He went and sat on the steps, close enough for him to hear the conversation yet far enough away that he was considered out of the room. He sat on the steps, minding the creaky one of course, and just waited for this conversation to start, he wondered what was going to happen.
“Petunia what the bloody hell is going on here? You’ve been doting on that freak since he decided to return. You’ve changed and now this…” Vernon wasn’t sure where to go from there. He just couldn’t figure out what could be happening.
“Yes I have changed. But it has been for the better. The reason we need to talk is because of what happened about two weeks ago and what’s been happening with Harry.” Vernon was obviously becoming more confused and angrier by the minute as Petunia spoke. “You are a danger to him. I can not allow you to harm him anymore. He is in a very delicate situation and your method of acting around him is causing way to much damage. Because of the fact that I am worried for his safety I came to the conclusion that the only way to guarantee my nephew’s safety is for you to leave. Do not think that this is only about him either. This is also a change that I need as well.”
Petunia drew out some papers and slid them across the table to Vernon. Still in shock Vernon just looked down at the divorce papers that were right in front of him. His wife wanted a divorce. She wanted to divorce him because he was a “danger” to the freak. How the hell… This was all that boy’s fault. He probably put her under some kind of freakish way that’s making her think like this. This wasn’t real; all he needed to do was get that boy to release whatever it was that he put on Petunia. Then the boy would be kicked out. Vernon’s eyes were near bloodshot as he looked at the papers in front of him. His anger was almost getting the best of him as he tried to figure out what was going on.
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Harry sat on the steps, eyes wide and unseeing as he finally understood what his aunt meant. She was divorcing Vernon to protect him. She was trying to protect him and his baby from the violence that was usually directed towards the Gryffindor from the obese baboon. Green eyes, slightly wet from unshed tears watched the opening that led in the direction of the kitchen. He couldn’t believe this. But he knew that this wasn’t a dream. Holy shit, was his only thought.
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Vernon was about to explode and Petunia knew it. She could see it in his eyes and also due to the fact that his face was becoming purple from his lack breathing in enough oxygen. Remaining as calm as she could she hoped that her nephew had listened to her and was safely in his room. She knew that if he was seen he would have to run very quickly to get away from the angry oaf. Petunia’s blue eyes watched him ready to move if she needed to as well.
As expected Vernon’s voice suddenly boomed as he quickly stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO LEAVE? THIS IS ALL THAT FREAK’S FAULT. WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM, I’LL…I’LL…I’LL KILL HIM! I’M GONNA KILL THAT BOY…” He stormed from the kitchen before Petunia could say anything else.
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Harry heard his uncle shouting and knew he was in trouble. Standing up quickly he tried to head up the stairs but of course as was his luck, a vice attack happened as he climbed the stairs. Unable to move his legs he dropped to his knees only having gotten about four steps higher from where he had been listening to the conversation going on in the Kitchen. Gritting his teeth to stop from crying out in pain he held his abdomen and prayed that his uncle would just leave him alone, he knew it was a hopeless prayer.
Vernon’s footsteps felt like they were shaking the whole house with their force, needless to say Harry felt each one shoot through his bones as his doom approached. A large hand clamped over the back of his neck and lifted him up easily. He wasn’t suspended for long though as his back soon connected with a wall full of picture frames. The glass and wooden framed broke around him as he fell to the floor. Hitting the ground Harry curled up on himself, making sure that out of everything that was important, his stomach was not left unprotected in any way.
His uncle’s large frame loomed over top of him, as he continued to ride through his attack and the pain from being thrown. In his head Harry was cursing himself for not listening to his aunt when she had told him to go to his room. If he had been in his room he would have been locked in and a lot safer than what he was right now. If his uncle hit him in just the right place he knew it would cause an instantaneous abortion, and even though this was a rape child it was still his child. He refused to let anything happen to it.
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Petunia only a few steps behind her soon to be ex-husband was too late to stop Vernon from throwing the pregnant teen, but she wasn’t too late to get in between them when he was on the floor surrounded by broken picture frames and glass. She glared at Vernon daring him to lay a hand on her. She knew he wouldn’t.
His eyes bore into her own blue ones, anger obvious. He still couldn’t believe that she was picking the freak over him. What the hell happened to his wife? Why the hell would she be defending him? What the fuck was going on. His minimal thoughts rushed through his head as he refrained himself from laying a hand on her. Oh he wanted to hit her so badly. His hand curled into a fist and it was soon raised into the air above this woman that was pretending to be his wife.
Harry looked up at the seen above. Vernon’s fist was raised and he was about to hit his aunt. He couldn’t allow that. No matter the pain he was in, his aunt was his only help right now. His aunt was beginning to show him that she did care about him. He had to show her that he cared by protecting her as well. He would not let her be hurt.
Petunia’s eyes widened in shock as she saw Vernon’s hand ready to strike. She had thought he wouldn’t even think about hitting her. She really didn’t know this man now. Vernon would never had raised a hand to her even when they argued unless he had truly changed from all those years ago.
It was almost as if time slowed down for the three of them. Vernon swung his fist but before it even came close to connecting with the frail yet stubborn woman before him, he was thrown back against the opposite wall. Harry’s eyes had darkened to a near black color as rage clouded his mind and his magic escaped him. The fat oaf was pinned to the wall and no matter how much he struggled he would not be released until the Gryffindor said so.
Petunia recovered first, looking from the man she had married to the nephew that meant the world to her. Not sparing a second glance to the obese man she knelt down and helped Harry to his feet, using a dusting cloth to brush off any left over glass shards. Luckily he didn’t get any in his skin this time. She wanted to look at his back for the injuries that she knew would be there but she would do that once Vernon was out. Her eyes noticed the pain that was radiating out from his body and his eyes. Suddenly she realized that he was having an attack. Sighing she gently guided him to the steps for him to sit down on; she could do nothing for that pain until it was over. Luckily this seemed to be a weaker than usual one.
One last look over the pregnant boy and she left to gather the papers from the Kitchen. Taking but a moment she was soon back in the same room. Nodding at Harry she silently told him to release his hold on Vernon, who was now much more subdued.
Falling from his position on the wall he glared at the two in front of him. His eyes hardened even more as Petunia held out a pen and the papers from earlier to him again. He still couldn’t believe it but he thought better of starting another fight just yet and snatched the papers away. He knew what they said. These had been created when they were married; the terms were basically equal for both. Petunia kept the house and Vernon got a little over half the money. He got the car while she kept the furniture…except the TV. Gurgling in anger he roughly opened the pen and signed the papers, knowing that meant he would have to leave that night.
She looked down pointedly and that’s when he noticed the already packed suitcase that was by the door. He couldn’t believe that she had planned this out so fully. He gurgled again and yanked it up along with is hat, jacket, and briefcase. He turned and left the house without another word. Petunia knew he would be back tomorrow for his other belongings and by then Dudley will have made his decision, she had plans to keep Harry and herself away from the house while he was there. Thinking of her son she bit her lip, she knew he would go with his father and she assumed it was for the best especially if he was a danger to Harry.
Her eyes hardened at the thought of Harry losing this child. They had discussed that already and she knew he wanted this child no matter what. She would not allow her son to even get near Harry if he was a threat, she swore to herself. Lily would never forgive her is she didn’t do everything in her power to protect him now.
Silently Petunia went over and locked the door for the night, the lock giving off a sound of finality for her. Her old life was over, and this new one was just beginning. Looking over her shoulder she gave a smile to her green eyed nephew. Calmly she walked over to him and helped him to his feet; it seemed the attack was over leaving sore and cramped muscles in its wake as usual. She guided him up to his room to help with the soreness and his new injuries. Smiling she couldn’t wait to tell him that she was willing to take him to Diagon Alley for everything that he might need for the summer. She would even pay for everything. She hoped that that would be a nice surprise for him as her husband and son emptied the house of what they were allowed to have.
He soon could say no more. He was then back in the present with a fresh set of tears flowing down his cheeks as the stress of everything over came him. There was no hush for silence or a request no more tears made this time. She understood that these tears were needed. She curled her upper body over him, offering comfort.
Her forehead gently rested on his and she softly whispered to him, “Me maak niet, kind ongerust. Allen zullen zich herstellen en u zult spoedig uw waarheid leren.”
Harry slowly opened his eyes and instantly locked with hers. He didn’t know what she had just said but whatever it was he knew that she was telling the truth and those words were comforting.
Harry took a deep breath and relaxed, letting the tears flow through him and heal him for the time being. These wounds were far from being permanently healed but for now they were sealed again. He could face the world again. Speaking of which, it was almost time for breakfast and he was hungry.
AN: Hey thanks for reading so far. The language at the end is Dutch.
It loosely translates to this : “Do not worry, child. All will right itself and you shall soon learn your truth.” This is a loose translation because I used Dictionary.com as my translator and I really don’t trust that.
Oh and in order to lift your spirits up about my next chapter I have already started it. It probably won’t be as long as my normal ones are but it is a filler chapter just for that reason. Oh and JSYK I have taken a break from my story Who I am to edit it and re post it. Also a new chapter for Last Chance will be out soon. Keep your eyes peeled my lovely readers. Until next time.
Ja ne
Kireania
PS: Don’t forget to review me…and rate me please. Thanx. ^.^
PSS: I really would like a Beta. That would help me get these chapters out faster. It takes me forever to edit my own stories even though its nothing to look over others. So please an offer for a beta would be most appreciated...did I mention that they are allowed to have some influence on pairings in the story. I usually write just about anything so far as pairings go. Anyway thanx to you all again.
*waves and goes back to writing next chapter...under own personal mental whip*
By Kireania
Disclaimer: HP is not mine…I swear its not. The only thing I own in this story is my char and some of the spells I make up…and the plot.
An: I am truly sorry that this has taken forever to get out. I’ve had some issues lately with my grandfather dying and my finals. I will try my damnedest to get chapters out more regularly. I swear I have not abandoned any of my fics. I just get blocked a lot. Again I am so sorry for the wait.
Warnings: Abuse, Mpreg, a crying Harry…minor sex scene at beginning which is another memory from the rape. If there is anything that I have missed please tell me. Thankies ^.^
On with the show.
Chapter 5: Golden Sol
There were voices in the distance. There was harsh laughter and jeers. There was HIS voice. Then there were hands. They were everywhere.
On him.
In him.
In his hair pulling, spreading his legs further apart. Lifting his legs for a better angle to push into him. There were spells that humiliated him in ways that normal rape could not. Spells that made his body react, spells that made him beg, spells that kept him tight for them.
There was no way out other than darkness but he wasn’t allowed that either. He was positive that he had tears running down his face and that he was begging with the little voice that he had left. He wanted it over but they had been going for hours now. Each given the chance to recover while another comes forward ready to continue his nightmare.
HE was the worst. His voice was softened almost to a coo. A deadly coo. He constantly told him that he deserved this and that this was his own fault. Then he said one last statement before this particular turn ended.
“Every prisoner dreams of escape. But even if you do escape from here, not likely given the slim chance that you could even move, you’ll never truly escape. You’ll still be trapped here mentally, that in itself can be worse. Your memories will never leave you, not even with an Obliviate. Permenante Memoria. You won’t ever forget this night.”
Harry cried out loudly and tried to sit up. But he was unable to move there were hands holding onto his shoulders keeping him down. For a minute he thought he was back in that small cell and that they had him again. He fought frantically trying to get away from his captor. But not more than a moment later he heard a soft voice humming.
Everything came back then. He was back at Hogwarts and this girl had been here earlier helping him. His mind was finally in the present his body relaxed enough that he was no longer fighting but he still wasn’t sure who this girl was. Sure he recognized her as his savior and knew that she was kind but he didn’t know anything else about her and he was extremely curious right now.
Staring at her his mind suddenly caught another obvious fact. She was in his room. His perfectly warded room. His room that the very wards were in tune with his magic and needed parseltongue to adjust much less come in. How the hell did she even get in?
His mind was completely baffled and he just laid there his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair to calm him. With everything flying in his head he didn’t notice the warning signs that his body gave out before a vice attack. So with out warning on his part his abdomen suddenly seized up.
His eyes widened at the unexpected pain and he instantly tried to curl in on himself. It never helped but he couldn’t stop himself. But he couldn’t move. His body remained stretched out straight on his bed. His head was still on the girl’s lap. What the hell was going on? The pain was unbearable as always and he just wanted to curl up but he couldn’t. Frantic eyes searched out an answer from the eyes above him.
Her gold eyes were sad but also firm. She wouldn’t let him curl up. She had her reasons for doing this but she would wait until he was lucid enough to listen. She wasn’t worried about hurting him, the magic she had used was raw and she had specifically made sure it wouldn’t hurt the little one in his abdomen. She continued to run her hands through his hair trying to get him to relax his body sooner but she knew he had to ride these out. This pain was nowhere near being similar to the reason why he couldn’t relax earlier. This was something that all pregnant males went through.
He was going through establishment.
Establishment was where his body was slowly moving his internal organs around to safe positions so that they can function properly as the child grows larger. It is not known why this happens this early but it has been found to be necessary or else miscarriage is the only path left. It also takes about two to six weeks to go through it fully. It didn’t happen all at once because that would be too much strain and shock on the carrier’s body. He needed to keep his body from curling up because if he curled up the movement was limited and it would prolong the length of time needed for the entire process to finish.
Leaning down slightly she kept his eyes locked with hers. Her eyes were calm as she began to sing a soft lullaby to him. Her voice was soft, barely carrying to the green eyed Gryffindor’s ears as her voice coaxed the body in her lap to relax. She watched as those expressive eyes closed slightly as his body follow the implied order. Her voice continued in her delicate song until he was completely relaxed. The last verse of her song lingered in the air.
I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice
She released her magic that was holding Harry down, not surprised when he didn’t move in the least.
Harry hadn’t been this relaxed in so long. Actually he couldn’t remember ever being this relaxed. It was very eerie for him. He could lose himself in this state of mind. Forcing himself to focus on something he found himself staring into smirking gold eyes. That’s when reality cam crashing back down on him. Mentally anyway, his body wasn’t ready to move too much yet. Eyes wide he stared at her. Questions raced through his mind, unable to focus on just one he opened his mouth and then closed it only to open it again. He was scared, worried, shocked, angry, curious, grateful, and in wonder.
Sol watched the emotions and questions fly through The Boy Who Lived’s mind as they were shown to her through his eyes. His eyes really were window to his soul. She made a mental note to fix that. He didn’t need people being able to read his thoughts even without Legilmens. She couldn’t help the smirk that came to her face as she watched his confusion grow.
This time when he opened his mouth she gently put a finger to his lips in a hush motion. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him nod slightly and close his mouth. She slowly moved her finger away from his lips up his cheek and then finally she caressed his scar lightly as she thought about how to start this. She didn’t want him to distance himself from her.
“I suppose you remember me from that night, don’t you?”
That one question had Harry’s memories in the forefront of his mind. The pain, humiliation, anger, laughter, then the inability to stay conscious for any longer, then a set of pained gold eyes. Freedom and knowledge that he had been rescued and the painful journey back to Surrey. Yea, he remembered that night. He remembered how their eyes connected and with that one look he had fallen into her. He had known she was to be trusted. He knew that she understood his pain. Harry hadn’t realized that he had closed his eyes and started crying after that question, but he felt her soft fingers wiping away his tears and surprisingly his fears as well. Taking a deep breath he forced his eyes open and though he was still teary he nodded firmly.
He did remember her. How could he not?
Smiling lightly she continued to run her fingers across his cheeks, gathering any stray tears and sending them on their way. She knew why he had cried but she had had to ask. Her memories of that night were awful as well as she watched helplessly from the barred window as he had been tortured and raped. She had felt so bad at not being able to stop them. She didn’t know how she would have helped but she had wanted to so badly. He didn’t deserve that pain.
“Good. I need you to understand that I am a friend. I will protect you and the one you carry within you, but you must trust me. But know that as you saw at the station I must stay with Draco. As of right now I belong to him, he is my master… Hush now please no more tears. Especially not for me, please baby.”
Her words of servitude had once again caused Harry to tear up. Her pain was so much more than his and she was so strong. He had no right to feel like he had gone through such torture when that was her life. He didn’t know why he was crying so much but he was. Perhaps he could blame it on the hormones coursing through his blood. Hearing her words of endearment had thrown him again. But he didn’t complain, he really couldn’t when that one word made him feel like everything was alright.
Her voice was soft as she once again calmed the overly emotional teenager. She was younger but she had so much more control. She had to have that control, or she would have been insane by now.
“No more crying alright?”
She watched for his nod before she continued again with her explanations. She explained to him that she could help him with his child. She explained that even though she was expected to stay with Draco most of the time she was also expected to act like a normal transfer student and make friends. She paused here momentarily in order to allow her green eyed innocent one to absorb this information.
“What house are you in?” His voice was hoarse from earlier and soft as he whispered. He was curious as to what house she had been placed in, seeing as he could not remember much of the night before except his withdrawal into his memories.
“I am undecided. The hat could not place me. That is why I was given directions to this room by the headmaster. He said there was another student in here but that they shouldn’t mind the company.”
She waited knowing exactly what his next question was going to be. She knew that as soon as her words clicked he would ask. She wasn’t disappointed.
“So how did you get past my wards? They were in parseltongue.” The confusion etched over his face was adorable. She gave him a soft smile and shook her head lightly in amusement.
“You are no longer the only parseltongue at Hogwarts. I was born with that gift as well. It is quite useful for spells, don’t you think?”
Harry’s eyes widened dramatically as she explained. Now he knew how she had gotten into his room. Now he understood why he had not felt the wards disturbed. She was not a threat to him and she spoke parseltongue. He stared at her in awe. She spoke this rare Dark Language and she called it a gift. It wasn’t a curse to her. She felt no guilt for being able to speak it.
Sol watched the Wizarding World’s Savior go through his emotions and shock. Her smile never wavered; she had no intention of letting her fears show through to him just yet. She needed to seem invincible; she needed to exude strength so that he knew how to find that strength within himself. Until then she could not show that her flaws and weaknesses were as real as everyone else’s. After sometime of silence she shifted slightly, barely moving at all as she mentally readied herself for to continue this conversation. But then her eyes landed on his stomach and a different question entered her mind.
“Hey, who’s been helping you with the baby? I doubt you’ve been doing this entirely alone, that’s almost impossible.” Her voice was still soft but the volume had increased to a normal speaking level as her bright gold eyes watched, as usual.
Flushing lightly, Harry’s mind wandered to his aunt. He hoped she wasn’t lonely without him there to keep her company. He would fire call her later just to check in. After a couple of minutes he forced himself to bring his mind back to the present so he could answer her question. He moved his bright green eyes to the ceiling as he thought of what he should tell her. If he was to be honest with himself, he knew he shouldn’t say anything to her when he knew nothing about her except that she was enslaved to Draco Malfoy right now. But he knew he would tell her just about anything, it just felt right to do so.
He couldn’t help but start off cautiously, “My…aunt. She helped me over the summer after we realized what was happening.”
His voice broke as he recalled how he had been told by his aunt that he was pregnant. There had even been a potion test listed that he insisted that he use before completely believing that he was going to have a child. But of course it was just his luck, he was pregnant.
Harry didn’t even realize that he was talking out loud as he shared his memories of what happened over the summer after he was released of course. The fact that only his aunt had been worried that he had disappeared for a week, the sudden tight pains in his stomach a week after he got back to the Dursley’s, and the subsequent discoveries, he spilled everything. And the entire time his memories had him reliving each event as if it was just yesterday that it happened. He easily recalled the last day that he had seen Vernon.
Vernon had just gotten home, on the third day since the discovery of Harry’s pregnancy. Looking around his house Vernon knew that something was up. He didn’t smell any dinner nor was his wife in the hall to greet him as usual. Walking to the kitchen he noticed that Petunia was in the kitchen doing the dishes and talking to the freak. His footsteps had been nowhere near silent so the two occupants both knew that the overly large man was home.
Petunia drew in a shaky breath and turned to her husband silently, Harry watched. Vernon looked between the two his temper already rising. He narrowed his eyes at the freak of a nephew that he had been housing for most of his life. The ungrateful brat had probably done something freakish again. He turned to his wife, she looked nervous yet determined.
“Petunia where is dinner and where is Dudley? What the hell is going on here?!” His voice had risen with each word that fell from his puffy lips until he was practically yelling at his skinny wife.
“Dudley is in his room Vernon. I sent him to bed early. Dinner is basically fend for yourself tonight. But we need to talk so before there is any more yelling sit,” her voice was calm and low in volume. She turned to her only link left to Lily and nodded her head for him to leave the room. “Harry please leave while we talk.”
Harry nodded his head slowly. He didn’t want his aunt to have to deal with this alone, but she seemed determined to. Picking up the book that was on the counter he left the kitchen even though he didn’t go far. He went and sat on the steps, close enough for him to hear the conversation yet far enough away that he was considered out of the room. He sat on the steps, minding the creaky one of course, and just waited for this conversation to start, he wondered what was going to happen.
“Petunia what the bloody hell is going on here? You’ve been doting on that freak since he decided to return. You’ve changed and now this…” Vernon wasn’t sure where to go from there. He just couldn’t figure out what could be happening.
“Yes I have changed. But it has been for the better. The reason we need to talk is because of what happened about two weeks ago and what’s been happening with Harry.” Vernon was obviously becoming more confused and angrier by the minute as Petunia spoke. “You are a danger to him. I can not allow you to harm him anymore. He is in a very delicate situation and your method of acting around him is causing way to much damage. Because of the fact that I am worried for his safety I came to the conclusion that the only way to guarantee my nephew’s safety is for you to leave. Do not think that this is only about him either. This is also a change that I need as well.”
Petunia drew out some papers and slid them across the table to Vernon. Still in shock Vernon just looked down at the divorce papers that were right in front of him. His wife wanted a divorce. She wanted to divorce him because he was a “danger” to the freak. How the hell… This was all that boy’s fault. He probably put her under some kind of freakish way that’s making her think like this. This wasn’t real; all he needed to do was get that boy to release whatever it was that he put on Petunia. Then the boy would be kicked out. Vernon’s eyes were near bloodshot as he looked at the papers in front of him. His anger was almost getting the best of him as he tried to figure out what was going on.
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Harry sat on the steps, eyes wide and unseeing as he finally understood what his aunt meant. She was divorcing Vernon to protect him. She was trying to protect him and his baby from the violence that was usually directed towards the Gryffindor from the obese baboon. Green eyes, slightly wet from unshed tears watched the opening that led in the direction of the kitchen. He couldn’t believe this. But he knew that this wasn’t a dream. Holy shit, was his only thought.
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Vernon was about to explode and Petunia knew it. She could see it in his eyes and also due to the fact that his face was becoming purple from his lack breathing in enough oxygen. Remaining as calm as she could she hoped that her nephew had listened to her and was safely in his room. She knew that if he was seen he would have to run very quickly to get away from the angry oaf. Petunia’s blue eyes watched him ready to move if she needed to as well.
As expected Vernon’s voice suddenly boomed as he quickly stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO LEAVE? THIS IS ALL THAT FREAK’S FAULT. WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM, I’LL…I’LL…I’LL KILL HIM! I’M GONNA KILL THAT BOY…” He stormed from the kitchen before Petunia could say anything else.
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Harry heard his uncle shouting and knew he was in trouble. Standing up quickly he tried to head up the stairs but of course as was his luck, a vice attack happened as he climbed the stairs. Unable to move his legs he dropped to his knees only having gotten about four steps higher from where he had been listening to the conversation going on in the Kitchen. Gritting his teeth to stop from crying out in pain he held his abdomen and prayed that his uncle would just leave him alone, he knew it was a hopeless prayer.
Vernon’s footsteps felt like they were shaking the whole house with their force, needless to say Harry felt each one shoot through his bones as his doom approached. A large hand clamped over the back of his neck and lifted him up easily. He wasn’t suspended for long though as his back soon connected with a wall full of picture frames. The glass and wooden framed broke around him as he fell to the floor. Hitting the ground Harry curled up on himself, making sure that out of everything that was important, his stomach was not left unprotected in any way.
His uncle’s large frame loomed over top of him, as he continued to ride through his attack and the pain from being thrown. In his head Harry was cursing himself for not listening to his aunt when she had told him to go to his room. If he had been in his room he would have been locked in and a lot safer than what he was right now. If his uncle hit him in just the right place he knew it would cause an instantaneous abortion, and even though this was a rape child it was still his child. He refused to let anything happen to it.
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Petunia only a few steps behind her soon to be ex-husband was too late to stop Vernon from throwing the pregnant teen, but she wasn’t too late to get in between them when he was on the floor surrounded by broken picture frames and glass. She glared at Vernon daring him to lay a hand on her. She knew he wouldn’t.
His eyes bore into her own blue ones, anger obvious. He still couldn’t believe that she was picking the freak over him. What the hell happened to his wife? Why the hell would she be defending him? What the fuck was going on. His minimal thoughts rushed through his head as he refrained himself from laying a hand on her. Oh he wanted to hit her so badly. His hand curled into a fist and it was soon raised into the air above this woman that was pretending to be his wife.
Harry looked up at the seen above. Vernon’s fist was raised and he was about to hit his aunt. He couldn’t allow that. No matter the pain he was in, his aunt was his only help right now. His aunt was beginning to show him that she did care about him. He had to show her that he cared by protecting her as well. He would not let her be hurt.
Petunia’s eyes widened in shock as she saw Vernon’s hand ready to strike. She had thought he wouldn’t even think about hitting her. She really didn’t know this man now. Vernon would never had raised a hand to her even when they argued unless he had truly changed from all those years ago.
It was almost as if time slowed down for the three of them. Vernon swung his fist but before it even came close to connecting with the frail yet stubborn woman before him, he was thrown back against the opposite wall. Harry’s eyes had darkened to a near black color as rage clouded his mind and his magic escaped him. The fat oaf was pinned to the wall and no matter how much he struggled he would not be released until the Gryffindor said so.
Petunia recovered first, looking from the man she had married to the nephew that meant the world to her. Not sparing a second glance to the obese man she knelt down and helped Harry to his feet, using a dusting cloth to brush off any left over glass shards. Luckily he didn’t get any in his skin this time. She wanted to look at his back for the injuries that she knew would be there but she would do that once Vernon was out. Her eyes noticed the pain that was radiating out from his body and his eyes. Suddenly she realized that he was having an attack. Sighing she gently guided him to the steps for him to sit down on; she could do nothing for that pain until it was over. Luckily this seemed to be a weaker than usual one.
One last look over the pregnant boy and she left to gather the papers from the Kitchen. Taking but a moment she was soon back in the same room. Nodding at Harry she silently told him to release his hold on Vernon, who was now much more subdued.
Falling from his position on the wall he glared at the two in front of him. His eyes hardened even more as Petunia held out a pen and the papers from earlier to him again. He still couldn’t believe it but he thought better of starting another fight just yet and snatched the papers away. He knew what they said. These had been created when they were married; the terms were basically equal for both. Petunia kept the house and Vernon got a little over half the money. He got the car while she kept the furniture…except the TV. Gurgling in anger he roughly opened the pen and signed the papers, knowing that meant he would have to leave that night.
She looked down pointedly and that’s when he noticed the already packed suitcase that was by the door. He couldn’t believe that she had planned this out so fully. He gurgled again and yanked it up along with is hat, jacket, and briefcase. He turned and left the house without another word. Petunia knew he would be back tomorrow for his other belongings and by then Dudley will have made his decision, she had plans to keep Harry and herself away from the house while he was there. Thinking of her son she bit her lip, she knew he would go with his father and she assumed it was for the best especially if he was a danger to Harry.
Her eyes hardened at the thought of Harry losing this child. They had discussed that already and she knew he wanted this child no matter what. She would not allow her son to even get near Harry if he was a threat, she swore to herself. Lily would never forgive her is she didn’t do everything in her power to protect him now.
Silently Petunia went over and locked the door for the night, the lock giving off a sound of finality for her. Her old life was over, and this new one was just beginning. Looking over her shoulder she gave a smile to her green eyed nephew. Calmly she walked over to him and helped him to his feet; it seemed the attack was over leaving sore and cramped muscles in its wake as usual. She guided him up to his room to help with the soreness and his new injuries. Smiling she couldn’t wait to tell him that she was willing to take him to Diagon Alley for everything that he might need for the summer. She would even pay for everything. She hoped that that would be a nice surprise for him as her husband and son emptied the house of what they were allowed to have.
He soon could say no more. He was then back in the present with a fresh set of tears flowing down his cheeks as the stress of everything over came him. There was no hush for silence or a request no more tears made this time. She understood that these tears were needed. She curled her upper body over him, offering comfort.
Her forehead gently rested on his and she softly whispered to him, “Me maak niet, kind ongerust. Allen zullen zich herstellen en u zult spoedig uw waarheid leren.”
Harry slowly opened his eyes and instantly locked with hers. He didn’t know what she had just said but whatever it was he knew that she was telling the truth and those words were comforting.
Harry took a deep breath and relaxed, letting the tears flow through him and heal him for the time being. These wounds were far from being permanently healed but for now they were sealed again. He could face the world again. Speaking of which, it was almost time for breakfast and he was hungry.
AN: Hey thanks for reading so far. The language at the end is Dutch.
It loosely translates to this : “Do not worry, child. All will right itself and you shall soon learn your truth.” This is a loose translation because I used Dictionary.com as my translator and I really don’t trust that.
Oh and in order to lift your spirits up about my next chapter I have already started it. It probably won’t be as long as my normal ones are but it is a filler chapter just for that reason. Oh and JSYK I have taken a break from my story Who I am to edit it and re post it. Also a new chapter for Last Chance will be out soon. Keep your eyes peeled my lovely readers. Until next time.
Ja ne
Kireania
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PSS: I really would like a Beta. That would help me get these chapters out faster. It takes me forever to edit my own stories even though its nothing to look over others. So please an offer for a beta would be most appreciated...did I mention that they are allowed to have some influence on pairings in the story. I usually write just about anything so far as pairings go. Anyway thanx to you all again.
*waves and goes back to writing next chapter...under own personal mental whip*