Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By Mizzfreestyle


Disclaimer: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.


Chapter Seven:

“In Preparation”

“I thought I would find you here,” Harry commented as he shyly approached Snape.

“You sense of placement astounds me,” Snape voice dripped with sarcasm. Now distracted, he took his mind away from his potion for a minute. “Where else would I be? Frolicking like a certain Gryffindor with someone else’s wife?”

“We’re just friends, Snape.”

“I don’t care, Potter. What is it you want?”

“I think you do care,” said Harry as he came around Snape’s desk and had a seat on the small stool close to Snape’s side. “If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have brought it up. You never say more than needs to be said.”

“Potter, you’re trying my patience. Now remove yourself from my classroom.”

“She’s a nice lady, Snape, what are you doing with her?”

“What does it matter to you?”

Harry got off the stool and came to stand besides Snape. “D’you think it’s a bit much to be envious of her?” Harry leaned down and placed his hand on Snape’s desk for balance, “Did I ever tell you that? I’m jealous of her.”

Snape took in a deep breath of air and closed his eyes, “Potter, what we had was only a fling.”

“To you it may have been, but not to me…. I was really…arugh, why did you take it away from me?!”

Snape stood up in hopes that his towering height would intimidate Harry. “Potter, leave.”

Harry placed his hand on Snape’s chest and the audacity of such an action stunned Snape. “I wavered my life for you, and still you wouldn’t love me.”

“And that’s why you’re here when you should be off collecting candy from strangers?”

“So I wanted to spend some time with you… what’s the matter with that?”

“I’m a married man, Harry,” Snape said as he lowered himself to look Harry in the eyes.

“My feelings haven’t changed.”

Snape then sat down but kept his eyes on Harry. “Rubbish, Harry. If you love me, then you’d want the best for me, and right now, leaving me to be with Caitlin is the best thing you can do for me.”

“I can’t, Snape!” Harry grabbed his head by the hairs and pulled just slightly. “I don’t want to see you with anyone else!”

“Silence. If you keep on yelling, someone will come in and think that I’m sexually harassing you.”

“Gods, I wish you were right now…,” Harry touched Snape’s shoulder and then said, “I think your wife is a good person who deserves the best, but I miss you so much. I want you to talk to me, hold me, and touch me the way you did before. Do you remember that, Severus? Do you remember that one time after class when you asked me to stay behind?”

Snape was tempted to ask ‘which one’ for there were numerous times when he had beckoned Harry to stay a few extra hours. “Where are you going with this?”

“It was that one time… I thought I had done something wrong in class, but I hadn’t. You were mad at me because Cho Chang asked me out on a date and you had over heard it. You didn’t want me to go with her. Remember that? You were furious that I hadn’t even brought it to your attention. Then you pushed me against the wall…”

Snape allowed his head to fall back and relax in his seat as he reminisced with Harry.

“You threatened me to go and tell her that I was already with someone, then you kissed me hard… and your tongue played roughly with mine. I thought I was going to cum all over you that first time… but then you stopped and said no more until I told her to leave me alone,” suddenly Harry’s hand was over Snape’s peck. It was feeling him through the fabric and encircling his nipple. Snape wanted to moan and loose himself right there and let Harry have his way, but he couldn’t… He was married. “I didn’t waste a second. When you let me go, I ran out of there and straight to Cho. I told her I had a lover that would kill me if I accepted her invitation.”

“Did you really?” Snape asked curiously.

“Yes. Then you called for me and you… you pinned me to your wall and asked, ‘who do you belong to.’ I responded, ‘Only you.’ You were pleased with my answer and so you removed my pants and grinded against me on the same couch you now sit on with your wife…”

Everything Harry said Snape remembered perfectly down to Harry’s moans and face all the way until his climax. He remembered Harry spilling all over his stomach then kissing Harry roughly afterwards. He remembered Harry falling limp in his arms and then Harry falling asleep. And Merlin help him, if he recalled anymore, he was going to have a mighty big problem in mere seconds. “And what is the moral of this story might I ask?”

“There isn’t one. I just wanted to see how much you wanted me back,” Harry whispered into Snape ears. “’Cause by the looks of it, you want me…” Harry kissed Snape’s necks and his fingers squeezed Snape’s nipple through the fabric.

Snape closed his eyes and his breathing accelerated for a second He dared to think of what would happen if he allowed Harry to advance… “Harry…”

Harry turned Snape face towards him and his eyes were on Snape’s lips. Who could’ve known that the boy was so forwards when it came to these sorts of things? Snape then placed his hand on the hand that was resting over his chest and Harry looked into Snape’s eyes. “Are you going to let me go any further?” Harry asked before he proceeded.

“A mind’s a fickle thing.”

Harry was just about to crush his lips into Snape’s when he heard foot steps approaching the doors at a rapid pace. Harry pulled away slowly, then took a few steps back. And it was then that Harry caught a look of utter disappointment for a split second on Snape’s face. Harry was mentally grinning. He knew that somewhere inside of Snape the man still longed for his adolescent lover.

When the door opened, Mrs. Snape came walking in carrying a basket of candy. “Good evening, Harry, I didn’t expect to see you.”

“Hello Caitlin.”

Snape’s ear twitched. When did they get on a first name bases? “Evening, Severus, I brought you some candy.” She placed it on Snape’s desk and then walked over to Harry. “You can have some candy too, dear.”

“Thank you,” Harry reached for a chocolate frog.

Snape frowned as Harry licked the chocolaty goodness right before his eyes, as if Harry was trying to elicit some form of envy from the croaking chocolate frog. Well, whatever Harry’s intentions, it was having and inevitable effect on the man. “Well, since you both are here, I think this is as fine a time as ever to bring up you know what, Harry.”

Harry smiled and Snape’s eyes widened. That couldn’t be good news.

“Severus, seeing that Harry has to stay here year after year never being able to enjoy a winter break as he should, I wanted to suggest something.”

“No.”

“Please, Severus, it’s just for two weeks. Harry’s a good boy, as you know. I’m sure the family would love to meet him.”

Snape shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Please, professor,” now Harry was behind Snape begging him just like his wife.

“I will not be responsible for someone else’s child. Do you have any idea how much trouble I will get into if, Merlin forbid, something horrible happened to Harry Potter?”

“He’ll be just fine. The lad’s nearly of age and he’s proven many times over that he is capable of fending for himself.”

“Unless he is handling hazardous potions, which we have plenty of stored in the house.”

“I won’t go looking through anything,” said Harry. “I’m a good bloke. I’ll do what I am told. I’ll… behave,” Harry whispered the word to Snape.

Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry. The boy was aiming for something, and Snape wanted in. He turned towards this mischievous young man and looked into his eyes for a second. Harry’s eyes were devious dark holes. “Mr. Potter, you will be the end of me.”

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The following day, Harry Potter was off to the library as soon as it opened. He had a plan, and though it probably wasn’t the wisest of decisions, heck it might very well be the stupidest thing Harry would ever do, but it was still something that could possibly prove to Snape that Harry’s body was more than suitable to bear his heir. If Harry could find a potion that would be able to create a temporary, artificial womb inside of him, then he would find a way to impregnate himself. Even if he was to never be with Snape again, he would still have a precious baby who he could raise to take his place after he died.

For the first ten minutes, Harry hadn’t the vaguest idea of where to look. The books were sorted by their author’s names, and Harry didn’t know an author that wrote about wizard pregnancy and how to go about them. He walked further into the library and looked around at all the books. He was going to be in there all day.

Two hours later and Harry had searched through only five massive books on many different potions and none provided the information he needed to know. In each book, he searched under the name ‘pregnancy,’ ‘baby,’ and ‘reproduction.’ He found things for witches to take during pregnancy but nothing that told Harry how to prepare his body for one. “Fuck,” Harry pushed the books aside and sighed. He then saw the librarian leave the library with a note from someone. He quickly got up and headed towards the restricted section. If anyone asked, he was searching for a potion for the advanced potion classes. The Restricted section though wasn’t any better though than the public section. The most books didn’t have a title or an author’s name. Some were chained closed by magical spells that Harry could not undo with his level of magic. He then decided to pull out two massive potion books and leave the restricted section before the librarian came back. He hurried towards the back of the library and opened the books. They were dusty and filled with all sorts of potions that one could use to poison someone with potions that possessed no unique traits that could be identified by one of the five senses. One even looked much like unadulterated water. Harry wanted to make a personal copy of the potion for use later, in case he needed to get back at Malfoy for something.

Harry spent forty minutes in this book, searching relentlessly. Trying to find something, but like in the other books, this one contained no information about wizard pregnancy. “Fuck,” Harry said again. He was going to have to outsource.

The night before the Hogsmeade trip, Harry pulled out a trick disguise mask that he had been given by the Weasley twins. He figured that if he was going to have to ask for the book, he would have to do it in disguise. Imagine the world finding out about him looking for a way to bear children.

Harry was very fortunate the following day. Hermione had a report to finish and Ron had service time with McGonagall. Harry promised himself as he left Hogwarts that he wouldn’t leave the town until he found what he was looking for.

McGonagall led the students down to Hogsmeade, but instead of waiting up for the group he was supposed to be in, he slipped away between two buildings and put on the mask. All it gave him facial hair and a much deeper voice. Though somehow, it did make Harry different. Harry turned the corner and was off into the local bookstore, where its caption claimed that it had any book that anyone desired. The place was massive inside, filled with books floating around towards their proper location and people leading on massive ladders, trying to get books out of their sockets. Harry walked towards the front desk, where a house elf surprisingly was seated on a high chair, writing away on this letter. “Excuse me, I’m looking for a specific potion.”

The elf set aside his quill and looked up. “What sort of potion?”

Harry looked around and leaned in. The elf noted Harry’s action and imitated it. “I’m looking for a book that has a potion that will help make wizards pregnant,” Harry whispered.

The elf gasped but nodded. “Such a potion, Ballin does not know of, but a book with potions we have plenty.” The elf hopped off his chair and motioned for Harry to follow him. He took Harry to a section labeled potions and brought him to a section focused on pregnancies. “Here are books with potions for pregnancy witches. Maybe there will be something here.”

Harry nodded and watched as Ballin’s long finger ran over the names of a few books. He then selected three massive books and had to have Harry help keep him from toppling over as he placed them on the dusty floor. “There be something in one of those books. Ballin will be at front desk if any more help is needed.”

The elf left and Harry quickly opened the book to the table of contents. The first book was filled with different kinds of potions witches could take in order to bear children without having to have intercourse, but they were all strictly for witches. Harry scanned the first two books in no time at all, but the third book had some interesting things, and even better, a section on wizard pregnancy. It talked about what a wizard should he expecting while pregnant and it even listed a book that would discuss the means of getting pregnant. Harry quickly looked up and saw that same book sitting next to a book that would help a witch get pregnant. “Fuck!” Harry snatched it and opened it. Inside were all the details Harry could imagine from how to prepare the potion to how to take it before intercourse to how to bear the child. Harry was ready to jump up and down. He thought he was going to have to special order it then open a vault to get the book, but no, it was there for Harry.

Harry bought the book quickly and left before he was recognized. When he returned to Hogwarts later that day, Harry threw himself onto his bed and began to read the book. It said that before a wizard could even consider having children, he must first make sure that his body meets a certain mass level. He had to be at least five six and weight over 135 lbs. Harry looked at himself. It was about time he put on a bit of weight.

The book then said that he needed to make sure he was physically in good shape and didn’t have to take regular potions that might interfere with the pregnancy potion. It then listed off those potions and their ingredients and none of them applied to Harry. Harry read through the health risks and found that it was possible for wizards to die during labor, but only if the wizard was under the least mass limit. Finally, Harry arrived at the potions part and gasped. The potion would only take a week to prepare, but the ingredients were but the most bizarre of elements. He needed the womb of a dolphin, the estrogen of a woman, and several eggs created from a separate list of ingredients. There was an additional list of potions his body needed to take, but all in all, there was nothing complicated about the potion… so it seemed.


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“What did you need again?” asked Caitlin.

“I wanted to know if you have Malkep and Dasadom.”

Caitlin titled her head and raised her brow. “I have a few, but whatever do you need them for?”

“It’s for this experiment that I’m trying out.”

“I supposed I can give them to you, but I don’t know what you could possibly need them for. They are ingredients for fertility potions, Harry. They shouldn’t be of any use to you.”

“Really? Then they might have some interesting effects.”

“Hmm… I supposed.” Caitlin brought Harry into the storage and brought out two jars filled with milky looking substances. “I’ll give you the entire jar for now, but bring them back. I don’t think Severus will be using them any time soon.”

Harry then returned to the girl’s lavatory and Myrtle greeted Harry, “Morning,” then she looked over Harry’s shoulder. “Whatever are you going to do with those ingredients?”

“I’m preparing a potion. One like nothing I’ve ever done before.”

“Is that so? I guess you picked the right place, but isn’t it a little risky in here? What if a girl comes in and finds your ingredients?”

“Then I supposed you’re going to have to scare her away before she can discover them.”

Harry left the jars along with the other two main ingredients that he had collected. He had almost everything to prepare the womb, but not much for what he needed to prepare the artificially generated eggs. “I’ll have to go back to Hogsmeade for those.”

“Do tell me what you are making.”

“No. I dare not.”

Harry then left and returned to his dorm to read up some more on what he needed. He read for what seemed like hours and the only thing he got out of it was that he needed to prepare the potion in a cooler area. Harry looked up and said, “Fuck.” Where could he possibly find such a place?

There were many places that Harry could store the potions… cool places… but they weren’t safe places. Harry needed the best for his… so called future child in its potion form.

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“What are you doing?” asked Myrtle as Harry whispered against the sink.

“I’m opening the chamber.”

“Whatever for?”

“My potion. It must be prepared here where it is always cold.”

Harry had gathered his ingredients in a bag and slide down underneath Hogwarts with his bag against his chest. He crashed into the bones of rats and other small animals just like before, only this time he made sure not to scream. He didn’t need someone discovering his whereabouts. He surreptitiously crept towards the chamber and hissed at it. When it opened he quickly went into it and found a place where he found place all his ingredients for the moment. He looked around and then towards the mouth of the head that was on the front center of the chamber. “Accio broom!” Harry then gathered up his stuff and waited for a minutes before his broom appeared in the chamber. He got on it and then flew up towards the mouth. Inside Harry found that the room was nice and cold and free from any moister. He could produce the potion in here without disturbance. Quickly he went to work. He set two cauldrons down and then sorted the ingredients. He then took out the book and flipped it open.

Ten minutes later and Harry was brewing the base for the artificial eggs. They had to be taken in at least a week prior to intercourse so that they could absorb Harry’s DNA in order to transmit it to his offspring. When Harry finished preparing the base, the book said that he needed to wait three days before he could add the Pearls of the Seven Oceans. They were soft, precious pearls that easily absorbed their surroundings, quickly becoming a popular ingredient in fertility potions. They would play the role of being the eggs. Harry next problem then was acquiring the pearls.

SEVERUSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPE

“Hermione, I need you to do me the biggest favour in the world.”

Hermione flipped her hair back and listened. “What is it, Harry?”

“I need you to get me a package of the Pearls of the Seven Oceans.”

Hermione gaped and closed her book. “Why do you need those?”

“I’m working on something for Dumbledore. I need them in order to prove to Dumbledore that I can do this thing for him.”

“They’re rare, Harry. The oysters that produce them come out of the sea floor only once every few years or so.”

“I know, but I need them. Please, you have to help me.”

Hermione nodded. “I have an idea where I can get a hold of them, but I’m going to need a bit of money…”

Harry placed before Hermione a bag of coins and said, “If you need anymore, I’ll give it to you. Just make sure you have at least six.”

A week later and Hermione passed a small jar of at least 10 of the glistering pearls to Harry. “They were on sale. So I got you a lot of them and you still have money left over.”

Harry took the jar from Hermione and she did not see Harry for the rest of the day. “What is that boy up to?”

A/N: Sorry if this suddenly seems a little odd. I got carried away one day and ended up with this. If you see any grammatical errors, please inform me. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed reading this and please review. Thank you.