Fighting For My Love And Right

Title: Fighting for my Love and Right
Author: imera
Summary: Harry had been missing for five days, and he couldn’t remember anything, he had vanquished Voldemort he was told. The next day he was told some news that would shock both him and everyone around him; he has been pregnant for two months.
Rating: PG or R so far
Pairing: HP/DM
Beta: The lovely Draco_Harry_Lover
Disclaimer: Would anyone in the world believe me if I said they are mine? Not at all.
Authors note: Finally got enough courage to post something, my newest story. This is set in the end of the seventh year (the seventh book is not a part, sorry, I just can’t make it work into the story, and the end of the sixth book didn’t happen either), sorry about the under age sex for those that don't like it, but at least the baby won't come before they are finished at school.

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‘Harry, where have you been? We have been looking for you for days.’ Hermione jumped on her feet and was running towards Harry, hugging him so hard that he thought his ribs would brake. Several people followed her, pushing their way through to see if it was really him. He assured everyone that he was just fine, no major injuries.

‘Harry, where have you been? You have been gone for five days." Ron repeated Hermione’s words and was trying to control his voice with no luck. He was on the edge of screaming. Harry heard the worries in his voice and saw it in everyone’s eyes.

‘I don’t remember anything really, only what happened today since I woke up. I had to apparate to the edge of the grounds, since I would be thrown away if I tried to get inside. I don’t really know where I was when I woke up.’

‘You can’t remember anything?’

‘No.’ Hermione had her worry look on, she wouldn’t stop asking before she knew every detail about what had happened, but he couldn’t remember anything. Whenever he tried he could only remember something green and black and then a major headache would follow.

‘Hermione, let him rest, he had been through enough. At least he is back.’ Ron knew exactly what she was thinking when she didn’t answer. ‘I bet Vo- Voldemort got what he deserved, Harry doesn’t need to try and remember that again.’
At least he had said Voldemort instead of the he-who-must-not-be-named crap, but what was he talking about Voldemort getting what he deserved? What had happened those days he couldn’t remember?

‘You’re right, just go and rest Harry, maybe you will remember something afterwards.’ Remember what? He wanted to ask her but he was pushed up to the Gryffindor common room before he could even think of opening his mouth.

Back in his own bed alone he got a chance to think about things. The last thing he could remember was potion class, or that was the last thing that meant something.

Snape had finally stopped talking to him, and he was doing great with his potion, and then Malfoy had to comment something. His potion was still working fine even with the small mistake he had made while being annoyed by Malfoy, Snape would probably give him an Acceptable, didn’t think it would be good enough for any Exceeds Expectations, not that Snape would ever give him that.

The next thing he was sure happened was walking to McGonagall’s class, chatting with Ron. Everything later on was blurry, or didn’t make sense. He could remember Voldemort, his ugly snake like face. He was standing over him, looking down and smiling, and then a rush of green light with sparks appeared.

Was that the Avada Kedavra? It had to be, there was no other spells that shoot that kind of green light, not that he knew about any. Did he die? Was he dead? He could feel the panic in his chest, squeezing his heart, making it harder to breathe. He couldn’t be dead, maybe something happened and he survived. He wasn’t sure he met Voldemort either, it could be his imagination.

All that worrying tired him, every nerve twitch in pain, every muscle felt heavier than usual and the only thing he could think about was sleep.

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He woke up twice that night, something didn’t seem right inside of him, it felt like he had changed in some way. The rest of the Gryffindors had come to bed at a point between when he had slept and woke up the first time. Ron was the only one that had woken up from the moaning of his sudden nightmares, he was almost panicking.

‘Are you okay Harry?’ Ron repeated the same question till Harry answered. He went back to his own bed when he had made sure Harry would go back to sleep. He assured Ron that it was just a bad dream and not a premonition. Ron mentioned to him that he was moaning and shouting, not as loudly as he would before, when Voldemort was haunting his dreams but it was enough to make it sound like a bad dream.

He woke up early that day and decided he could just get up, no need to stay in bed without doing anything, not like he would get more sleep anyways. It was only two hours till his first class. He had been awake this early before, but this time everything was different. The common room was untidy, party hats and pumpkin juice was spread everywhere. Had there been a party last night? How come he not have woken up?

He walked over to the shower in a quick tempo. He didn’t feel at all fine. His whole body was sore; he had scratches and bruises everywhere. He couldn’t stop wondering what had happened the nights before.

He stroked his upper arms lightly, it felt familiar in some way, but he had never done that to himself so why was it so familiar? Of course he had been jerking off and touched himself, not as often as other boys would but he did. He had wondered often if he was normal, after what others told him boys mostly jerked off at least once a day, and he barely jerked off once a week.

It may have something to do with his shaky past and present. He was worrying more about the future than others were; about having to fight Voldemort and save everyone.

He could remember looking at a magazine that Dean once brought with him, every boy was drooling over it, and even if he was studying it, it didn’t make him horny like the rest of them, he was just curious about the female body. So when it was his time to “borrow” the magazine he spent his time reading the articles. They interviewed girls about their fantasies and the freakiest thing they had done, those things made him horny, especially about the one girl that loved anal. He had figured out then that maybe he liked boys; it took him only one hour to realize that girls had no affect on him what so ever. But he couldn’t get himself to think about boys in the sexual way either, it didn’t feel right.

Every guy in his dorm thought he was a beast, spending that much time in the bathroom, he didn’t think telling them the truth would be appreciated, it wouldn’t make things easier for him.

While thinking about his past, he had been walking over to the dorm to his closet. He found some new and fresh clothes and got dressed. Not wanting to wake everyone up he decided to go and have some breakfast and wait for them.

The doors to the main hall automatically opened up, but there was no one there. No students, teachers or even ghosts. The house elves would have to prepare breakfast even if nobody sat there. And as he thought, when he first sat down food appeared in front of him, enough to feed the whole Weasley clan. It felt strange eating in total silence, he could hear the wind outside the windows and even the birds down at the forbidden forest, it was uncomfortably silent.

After thirty minutes alone he decided to go over to Dumbledore’s office and ask what was going on, this was just too strange. He knew that teachers usually came about one hour to eat before their classes to plan the day, but no teacher was to be seen anywhere.

When he was sure he was alone and no one would come he walked over to the gargoyle. He tried the last password he could remember, it didn’t work. There had to be some new candy that was on the marked, but none that he could remember.

‘Please let me in, I need to talk to Dumbledore.’ To his surprise the gargoyle leaped aside and the staircase was moving upwards. Did asking nicely actually work? What if a Death Eater had come and asked? They could only walk in and kill him, not that he would complain about how easy it was for him to get up, and he didn’t think any Death Eater would ever ask nicely.

He knocked on the door, waited for several minutes before deciding to enter anyway. Dumbledore was heading over to the door and stopped in the middle of the room when Harry entered, he wore a purple and yellow robe and a pink hat with sparkling stars, looking surprised at Harry.

‘What do I owe this pleasure?’ He said in his kind voice.

‘What do you mean? It seems like everyone has decided to skip school today.’

‘But Harry, I have given everyone a vacation, many have gone home while others are staying here, partying I assume.’

‘But why?’

‘I think vanishing Voldemort is a good reason for some days off.’

‘When did that happen?’

‘Oh my, you don’t remember?’

‘No, should I remember anything?’

‘You killed him, two days ago.’

‘What? How?’ He sat down on the nearest chair, trying to figure out why he couldn’t remember it.

‘I hoped you would tell me. Nobody really knows what happened with you. You suddenly disappeared from school grounds and since then everyone had been looking for you. Someone thought you were dead, while others, like your friends wouldn’t give up. Yesterday I told them that they could either go home or stay here since you are now found.’

‘How come I can’t remember anything?’

‘I don’t know my boy. You may have lost some of your memory after vanquishing Voldemort, I don’t think you lost it before because then you wouldn’t be able to fight him.’

‘How are you sure he is gone if I can’t remember it?’

‘Severus told me what had happened.’

‘Snape? How does he know?’

‘He was there when Voldemort was ready to kill you.’

‘Then why didn’t he bring me back?’

‘When the spell I assume backfired the green light consumed both you and Voldemort, and you were both gone when it faded away. Snape would have brought you back if you were there, first he would have to fight the other Death Eaters and then take you back but he would. The only problem was that you were gone, and nobody knew where you went.’

‘I need to rest.’ Nothing Dumbledore said made any sense.

‘Of course, and you can have next week off to if you want to., I think I can convince them to rearrange your exams to another time.’

‘No, I’m fine that way; I just can’t believe that I killed Voldemort.’

‘You didn’t kill him Harry, the spell backfired and he killed himself.’ That was the truth, he shouldn’t worry about it. He wasn’t a murderer.

‘I should go.’

‘You can do whatever you want Harry, he is permanently gone.’

‘No, I still have the other horcruxes to find.’

‘Your friends stumbled over two of them on their search for you, and you shouldn’t think that this is something you should do on your own, you have others around you that love you. And after his death I would think it’s easier to search for the last horcruxes.’

Harry rose up from his chair and was ready to go when his knees buckled up beneath him, sending him straight into the floor. He could hear Dumbledore gasp and move around him, calling something out and then everything was lost to the darkness.