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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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26,803
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76
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Currently Reading:
1
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Doctor's Orders
Chapter the Sixth – Doctor’s Orders
Everyone at The Frog’s legs knew the rumour – Henry Greene, their friendly sweet bartender, had ended up pregnant and the other father didn’t want to see him.
Some of the customers had tried to be kind but Harry wasn’t interested. He nodded abruptly at anyone who congratulated or commiserated with him, then moved away.
It had taken nearly four months before one of the customers had mentioned to Jack that Harry seemed to be putting on weight. From then, it had only been a matter of time before one of them worked it out.
Another six weeks had slid past before the rumour had hit everyone’s ears.
Harry had entered the bar as usual that evening and looked up in surprise, every last customer was staring at him in silence. Then the whispering broke out.
The black glower he had worn that night had kept anyone from approaching him about the rumour. Still, within a week, he was fending off questions and comments from the regulars. It hadn’t taken the curious long to work out that any mention of the ‘other father’ tended to make Harry go a bit mental. One poor customer had bugged Harry about it all evening once, until the bartender had snapped, and broken two of the other’s fingers.
Jack had only been glad that Harry no longer carried his wand.
***
“Harry!” Jack called, pushing into the bar, carrying a large square, paper covered box. “New delivery of medicine from Dr. Fetch!”
The noticeably pregnant man waddled over, frowning. “He’s only just sent me some.”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe your last test showed a new treatment was needed.”
“I guess,” Harry said and pulled the paper off.
He read the label lying on top of the seventy odd small vials: “One vial to be consumed daily, at eight am sharp. Do not miss a single dose.”
Jack read over his shoulder. “That’s a bit terse for Dr Fetch, isn’t it?” She winced abruptly.
“I hope this does the trick.”
-- A short chapter, but important to the story. Thank you for the reviews, they warm the dark twisted lump in my chest that passes for my heart. BTW, I'm up to chapter 23 in this story - nearing the end. We have a long way to go! SP
Everyone at The Frog’s legs knew the rumour – Henry Greene, their friendly sweet bartender, had ended up pregnant and the other father didn’t want to see him.
Some of the customers had tried to be kind but Harry wasn’t interested. He nodded abruptly at anyone who congratulated or commiserated with him, then moved away.
It had taken nearly four months before one of the customers had mentioned to Jack that Harry seemed to be putting on weight. From then, it had only been a matter of time before one of them worked it out.
Another six weeks had slid past before the rumour had hit everyone’s ears.
Harry had entered the bar as usual that evening and looked up in surprise, every last customer was staring at him in silence. Then the whispering broke out.
The black glower he had worn that night had kept anyone from approaching him about the rumour. Still, within a week, he was fending off questions and comments from the regulars. It hadn’t taken the curious long to work out that any mention of the ‘other father’ tended to make Harry go a bit mental. One poor customer had bugged Harry about it all evening once, until the bartender had snapped, and broken two of the other’s fingers.
Jack had only been glad that Harry no longer carried his wand.
***
“Harry!” Jack called, pushing into the bar, carrying a large square, paper covered box. “New delivery of medicine from Dr. Fetch!”
The noticeably pregnant man waddled over, frowning. “He’s only just sent me some.”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe your last test showed a new treatment was needed.”
“I guess,” Harry said and pulled the paper off.
He read the label lying on top of the seventy odd small vials: “One vial to be consumed daily, at eight am sharp. Do not miss a single dose.”
Jack read over his shoulder. “That’s a bit terse for Dr Fetch, isn’t it?” She winced abruptly.
“I hope this does the trick.”
-- A short chapter, but important to the story. Thank you for the reviews, they warm the dark twisted lump in my chest that passes for my heart. BTW, I'm up to chapter 23 in this story - nearing the end. We have a long way to go! SP