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Chapter One
Professor Snape was sat at his desk grading papers, waiting for his first unfortunate soul of the year to arrive for his detention. He hadn't even made it to the first weekend without issuing a detention. He would have much preferred for Mr Potter not to even be in his class, let alone detention, but Dumbledore had pulled rank on him and deemed his grading criteria too harsh. As a result this year he had been made to accept E-graded students into his NEWT Level class. Luckily he had managed to traumatise enough of them in their first five years of Potions that only three students that would not have previously met his grade had actually taken a place in his class. One of which was the infuriating Mr Potter.
Professor Snape cast a Tempus Charm, just as Harry walked in the room. "You're late." He told the boy as she stood from his desk. "Put your bag at the desk and come this way." He instructed sternly, moving towards his Potions Store. Harry dropped his bag next to his usual seat, took off his robe revealing his school uniform underneath. He followed Snape in silence to the Storage Closet and stood there waiting further instruction. He had made a promise to himself that tonight he would keep his mouth shut in an effort to not incur anymore of his Potions Master wrath.
He was still kicking himself for rising to Snapes baiting in the first place. Harrys only excuse was that he was exhausted thanks to nightmares of Sirius falling through the veil. He had not been in the best of moods at the start of the day. By the time he had gotten halfway through his Potions his limited patience had been stretched to the point of snapping and snapped it did. He was ashamed of the names he had called Snape and his actions, he knew he was lucky to still be able to learn Potions and not completely ruin his chances of becoming an Auror. So he would be silent and accept his punishment.
"For your detention tonight, you will be required to record name of ingredients and the quantity left, if their are any potions you will right the name of the potion, it's colour, it's maker and the date it was bottled. Is that understood?" Snape instructed once Harry got near the closet.
"Yes, Professor." Harry responded, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. If the scowl Snape threw him was anything to go by he hadn't quite managed to sound as neutral as he would have liked.
"Get to it." Snape demanded before heading back to his desk. He watched as Harry summoned his parchment and quill before entering the Storeroom. After an hour, Snape decided to go and examine Harrys progress. He rose from his desk and was halfway to the room when he heard Harry cursing, he ran to the rest of the way and arrived just in time to witness half of a shelf of ingredients hit the floor and the resulting reactions cause a purple cloud to fill the air. Snape attempted to pull Harry from the smoke . . .
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The first thing Harry registered as awareness came back to him was that he was cold and lay on something solid, like stone. As he slowly opened his eyes the pain in his head became a heavy throb, his body ached but not unpleasantly. It was the ache of a good workout. As his eyes opened completely he noticed the dark grey stones of the ceiling and confusion filled him. He looked down at himself and was shocked to find himself completely starkers from the waist down. He was more horrified to find Snape, face down, a little distance away, the Potions Masters trousers on the desk near the man, the only thing covering the man's modesty was his teaching robes. Harry shivered thankful for small mercies.
Harry searched around, quickly finding his own trousers he pulled them on before heading over to his Professor. He had just knelt at the mans side when Snape began to regain consciousness himself. The older man groaned, Harry lay a hand on the mans shoulder making the man flinch.
"It's just me, Professor. Are you ok?" Harry asked with concern, taking his shoulder away from the man and moving back slightly after the Occlumency debacle last year he knew what the man was capable of when angered.
Snape moved quick, considering moments before he was unconscious. He was sat up within seconds. Careful to keep his robes covering his modesty. "What did you do?" He asked with barely concealed anger. Never in all his years had he lost half his potions stores as well as suffered unknown effects from such an accident. "Were you trying to kill us both?!"
"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry answered worriedly, still expecting to receive physical retribution from his clumsiness.
"You will be, I thought once Longbottom no longer attended my classes I would be safe. I was wrong. You will never attend another potions class, while I am at Hogwarts. Be assured of that Potter." Snape was practically shaking with the effort to hold himself back. Snape stood then. "Get up Potter. Madam Pomfrey will need to find out what damage you have caused us both. Now move."
It took about five minutes to reach the Hospital Wing, Harry didn't even wait for Madam Pomfrey to come out of her office, he just went straight over to his usual bed. Snape went over the Matrons office. Moments later the bustling woman was herding the dark haired man to his own bed. "I know you two don't get along but surely this was excessive." She commented as she cast her Diagnostic Spells first on Harry and then on Snape. She hummed and ahhed for a few minutes before she smiled. "I'm glad to say neither of you seem to be suffering any lasting effects from the smoke. I want both of you to take a general tonic just to to help clear out any toxins that may cause you problems later and come back to me if you begin to feel unwell but other than that I think it's safe to say you can leave. The pair of you should consider yourselves lucky." She told them, leaving to go and fetch the tonic.
Once both men had downed the required dose, they left as silent as they came. Madam Pomfrey just shook her head and went back to her office. With any luck she would be able to get to bed without any further incidents.
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Snape scowled at the rambunctious students that were laughing and shouting in celebration. He hated All-Hallows. He lost her on All-Hallows and sit here and suffer the noise and cheerfulness to show unity amongst his colleagues was pure torture. He would prefer nothing more than to go back to his quarters and drown his sorrow in Firewhiskey like he did every year but he had been feeling off the last week and didn't dare try his luck with the cruel drink.
He looked away from his Slytherins over to the Gryffindor table. Harry was sat chatting to his friends, enjoying the feast but Snape could see a sadness there. It was masked well but he could still see it, had been trained to see things others tried to hide. He only ever saw the boy at mealtimes now, and for that he was glad. It was painful to look at those eyes. Harry looked up, probably sensing he was being watched. Snape looked back down at his meal. He had hardly touched it but his stomach was just not settling again today.
He gave the hall one last look before standing and bidding goodnight to those sat closest to him. He had to get out of there, he felt as though he was going to be sick. He just made it to the bathroom near the Great Hall before throwing up in nearby sink. He hated throwing up but it had been becoming more frequent in the last week and the nausea never seemed to leave. More than once in this weeks classes he had, had to leave due to needing to vomit. It was dangerous to leave his students unsupervised while they brewed, he knew this but what more could he do when the antiemetic potion refused to work to the best of its ability no matter how many times he brewed it.
"Severus, are you ok?" Came the calm voice of Poppy Pomfrey at the door.
"Quite." He responded, clinging to the hope she would just leave without coming in. She quickly eradicated that hope when she came in and noticed the smell instantly.
"Doesn't seem that way to me." She replied, vanishing the forgotten vomit from the sink. She then walked over to the Potions Master. "How long have you been feeling like this?" She asked starting to wave her wand over him, in a pattern he recognised as a general diagnostic spell.
"It is something I ate Poppy, stop fussing." He told the Matron. She lowered her wand and looked at him sternly.
"You are a stubborn man, Severus Snape. Do you think I have not noticed your decrease appetite and paler complexion? It is my job to notice when people are unwell. I know you have been leaving your classes unattended on occasion thanks to a few of your students raising their concerns with either myself or the Headmaster. Now I ask again. How. Long. Have. You. Been. Unwell?" Each word was said sternly. Snape sighed, Madam Pomfrey took this as permission to restart the Diagnostic Spell. She would prefer to do it in the Hospital Wing but knew she would an idea of what was wrong to convince a man as stubborn as Snape to go there without a fuss. She looked at him pointedly waiting for an answer to her question.
" I began with nausea a fortnight ago, I have been vomiting daily for the past week." He told her with reluctance.
"Have you taken anything for it?" She asked distractedly, her spell was glowing a strange green colour around him.
"Antiemetic Potion with limited success. What is that?" He asked noticing the colour. She finished the spell and looked at him with confusion.
"That, Severus, is a valid reason to go to the Hospital Wing."
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Snape had been sat on this hospital bed for over an hour now. His nausea was coming back and he was getting thoroughly annoyed. After coming to the Hospital Wing, against his wishes, Madam Pomfrey had sat him on a bed and recast her diagnostic spell resulting in the same pale green hue materialising around him. After that she had cast two other spells, tutted and muttered to herself before leaving to go to her office without another word.
He was just considering leaving when she re-entered the room with the Headmaster following her. Snape covered his surprise with his usual bored look. It must be bad if she had called for the Headmaster.
"How are you, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, sitting on the bed next to Snapes.
"Will one of you just tell me what is going on so I can go to my own bed? I am thoroughly bored with the dramatic turn this evening has taken." Snape replied, he answered in a tone usually reserved for students that ask him to repeat himself.
He watched as his two co-workers looked at each other, Madam Pomfrey nodding to Dumbledore. The Headmaster seemed to take this as permission. 'It must be really bad if Poppy doesn't wish to tell me' Snape thought to himself as he watched Dumbledore smile at him.
"Well before we can be sure I need to ask you a rather personal question." Dumbledore stated, Snape just waited for him to continue. "Have you had any sexual relations with another man in the past few months?" Dumbledore asked, stunning the Potions Master.
At first Snape was too shocked to answer, then he almost didn't answer out of anger but his curiosity about his condition got the better of him. "No, Albus it has been quite a length of time since I had relations of any kind with anyone. I assume I have gotten something typically transmitted sexually." Snape answered finally.
"You could say that, my boy." Dumbledore replied, his face clearly showing he was trying to hold back amusement. Madam Pomfrey appeared to regain enough professional ballsiness to take over the meeting.
"Severus, I have run all the spells I can think to confirm or refute my findings. I have also looked through my own medical journals for precedence but the last time this occurred was a few centuries ago and the reporting of it was rather vague. As such we will have to play this out by ear." She informed him vaguely
"Poppy, please. Just tell me what is wrong before I lose all will to live." Snape begged with irritation.
"You are with child." She answered, then the world ceased to exist.