Ich bin ein schlampe

Harry dreamt of a field of mutilated bodies, eyes wide and glassy, mouths open to scream endlessly. He saw Hermione and Ron, Molly and Arthur, the Dursley's, his godfather, his parents, Hagrid, so many of his old peers, Albus Dumbledore's head perched on top of a long metal spike that stuck proudly out of the ground. He walked through them like he was wading through water, in the opposite direction of his old Headmaster, aiming towards the green plain dotted in daisies and dandelions with black storm clouds hanging overhead.

He kicked the body of Fred Weasley to the side and reached the plain, the smell of death eroded away. In its place came caramel and chocolate, wrapping around him like the arms of a gentle lover. Copper pounded underneath it all like a hidden, special spice. Harry couldn't help but smile and fall forward, diving headfirst into the grass. He buried himself in the green blades, allowing himself to be tugged into the ground and strangled. When he couldn't breathe, he didn't feel the pressure and the desperation he would've if he was awake. He embraced it and found peace there, feet away from the screaming bodies of people he used to know. Did he still?

Eventually, Harry woke. His dream faded away and he mournfully tucked the memory, the comfort of it, away in the back of his head.

"Awake, are you?"

Harry glanced over to Ron, who was already dressed for the day. "How late is it?" He asked groggily.

"You got plenty of time." Ron said. "But you might want to hurry, or someone'll steal all the bacon."

"I thought you're the one who does that?" Harry said, grinning.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Harry." He said. "I'll wait down in the common room." He left the dormitory.

Harry took his time changing out of his pajamas. He saw fading slices down his legs, hand-shaped bruises on his waist, yellow teeth-marks inside of his thighs. A glossy welt ran crookedly above his right knee. He remembered the burn and he smiled. Then he remembered how long it was going to be until any of his precious treasures were renewed or new ones could be given, and the smile faded.

He sighed and tugged his shoes on. Tying the laces, he hoped winter would come soon.

Ich bin ein schlampe

It was Halloween before long. Harry counted days carefully, forcing time to pass by forcing himself to do schoolwork. He slept, a lot, and fantasized often. He wanted hands and teeth bringing different hues to his skin, a cock to turn him inside out- though, Harry knew, there was only one that could satisfy him. He wanted to be in that beautiful marble tub, a House Elf washing his hair and another rubbing oils into soles of his feet. He wanted to return to silk dressings and bloody lunches.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked.

He forced himself to nod. "Just tired." He said.

"Been sleeping a lot." Ron commented, digging a knife into his morning steak. Ever since he figured out how to request food from the kitchens, he'd been surrounding himself with red meat. Harry wanted to help him get through the plate of beef, but his stomach churned angrily at the thought of eating. "You think you're getting sick?"

"No." Harry said. "Just tired." He repeated.

"Well, maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey just in case." Hermione said. "I'll take you after breakfast."

She must've been worried, she'd have to miss the beginning of Transfigurations for that. Harry decided not to fight her. It'd be easier to qualm her worries than to try to numb them, and he was okay with getting out of a class or two.

As the Great Hall began to empty, Hermione took Harry's hand and walked him out. Ron came with them, stood at Harry's other side and glared at anyone who got too close to the in the corridors. Harry felt a pang of love for them both, hoped he'd never have to see them dead.

"What's the matter, dears?" Madam Pomfrey welcomed them into the Hospital Wing.

"I think Harry's sick." Hermione said. "He's been sleeping a lot and he's hardly eaten since school began."

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Set him on that bed over there." She gestured to her right.

Harry let Hermione and Ron part-pull, part-push, half-carry him to the bed. The Healer witch followed, pulling her wand out of her sleeve.

"I'm going to perform a number of examination spells, okay? You might feel little pricks on your skin." Madam Pomfrey stated. Oddly, she hadn't shooed Hermione and Ron away. She must've recognized their care, Harry thought.

As she uttered spells, Harry did feel little pricks moving up his arms then down his back. He felt a horrible pinch in his chest and a turn in his stomach. He held back a wince.

"Miss Granger, Mister Weasley," Madam Pomfrey stopped her spell-casting. "Why don't you two hop off to class? I'll be keeping Mister Potter here for observation." She stated.

They hesitated, but after saying goodbye, they left. Hermione glanced back at them, while Harry tried to get comfortable against the bed pillow.

When the Hospital Wing doors shut, Madam Pomfrey spoke. "Mister Potter, have you had sexual intercourse in the past three months?"

"I," Harry said, he blinked. "What?"

"Have you have sexual intercourse in the past three months?" She repeated.

Harry swallowed. "Yeah. Why?"

"Mister Potter, did you know many Wizarding families are descendants of magical beings? My mother used to say the ancient Druids were the children of nymphs and that we, descendants of the ancient magicians of those times, carry bits of their blood." Madam Pomfrey said. "Some magical beings are capable of having children asexually, but when they mate with a human their child are able to have children despite their external gender characteristics. Many witches and wizards carry this blood, but due to the rarity of same-sex coupling, it's little known or bothered with knowledge."

"What?" Harry said, stunned. What did this have to do with him?

"Mister Potter, did you feel any sensation in your stomach or chest area?" She asked.

He nodded.

Madam Pomfrey fidgeted her fingers across the handle of her wand. "Mister Potter, I believe you're pregnant."

Ich bin ein schlampe

Harry crept into the owlery. It was late at night and he felt comfort in the darkness of the castle at this time. Madam Pomfrey had given him a written excuse to be in the corridors past curfew, on the pretense he'd come to the Hospital Wing, but he didn't need it. He had his cloak and his map, both his father's. He wondered when he'd pass it down to the child growing inside of him, if he'd ever be able to.

Hedwig was sleeping peacefully, Harry felt a bit guilty waking her up.

"Hey girl," He smiled. He held out an envelope. "I need you to take this to Voldemort."

The owl made a soft sound, the unique bark-ish noise of hers.

"I know, I know. You disapprove." Harry laughed. "But he has to know something, alright?" He held the letter out closer to her. She dunked down and picked the envelope up between her beak.

As she flew off, her wing brushed across the side of his face.

Harry decided to go to the Hospital Wing after all. His stomach was uneasy and he couldn't stand to walk back through the Fat Lady's portrait.

Ich bin ein schlampe

The child was conceived shortly before Harry had left to 12 Grimmauld Place in the summer, midway through August. He was nearly three months along now, just the barest bump pushing out of his stomach. Madam Pomfrey had told him wizard pregnancies were difficult and the baby progressed along slowly, a pregnancy could last double the amount of time it would in a witch. Harry didn't know how to feel about that. He still didn't know how he felt about suddenly becoming a father because of some stupid piece of information no one had ever bothered to tell him.

He guessed it was because they never thought he'd have sex with another wizard.

Harry wishes it didn't turn him red to think about bred, as unintentional as this had been the thought of it happening again.

He was sick in the head, without a doubt.

Harry was walking with her to the library. Ron with a few other Gryffindors playing a secret match of Quidditch, somewhere hidden from Professor Umbridge. He knew it didn't fit in with himself to reject a game of Quidditch, he wished he could go play, but he was too scared of being injured.

"Are you sure Madam Pomfrey said you were okay?" Hermione questioned.

"Yeah." He said, a hand on his stomach. He wondered if he was being too obvious. Wondered if he should just tell her.

Harry stopped.

Hermione did too, it took her only two heartbeats to realize he had. She turned around. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Did you know wizards can have kids?" Harry wondered. "With another wizard." He added.

"Yes, I read about it in my second year. It was strange, being born in the muggle world and all-" Hermione cut off. Her eyes widened. "Harry, who did-no, are you?"

Harry hesitated, then, he nodded.

"How?" She questioned, rushing towards him. "Harry! How were you so stupid! You should've known to use a condom!"

"I didn't know wizards could have kids." Harry defended himself.

He had to have known.

Harry shoved the thought away. It didn't matter now. It happened.

"Oh, Harry." Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around him. "I'm so sorry, you don't deserve to have your education disrupted by this! I promise to help you in any way I can!" She pulled back. "How far along are you?" She whispered her question.

"Nearly three months." Harry said.

"Before you came to Grimmauld." She said. "I…Harry's, who's the," She hesitated. "The other father? Is it a muggle?"

"No." Harry clenched the front of his robes. "Hermione, I…I can't say who it is right now, okay?"

She nodded. "You don't need to tell me Harry, not until you're ready. Just promise to let me help you."

"I promise." He said.

Ich bin ein schlampe

Hedwig came back after a week away, bringing with her a small package.

"Who's that from?" Ron asked.

"Snuffles?" Hermione wondered.

"I don't know yet." Harry lied, giving Hedwig a piece of Ron's steak and ignoring his friend's huff. He took the package and pulled off its protective, brown paper wrapper.

It was a tiny wooden box. On top, was a folded piece of parchment. Harry picked up the parchment and hesitated only briefly before he opened it.

There are four vials inside of this box. They contain a potion that will provide essential nutrients to ensure proper development of the fetus. It ensures the birth of strong offspring.

You will leave Hogwarts for the winter holidays to be with your godfather. On the First of January, you will leave the Order headquarters. I will be waiting for you outside.

V

Harry bit his lip. He had to known, hadn't he? He did this on purpose. Harry wanted to be mad, but the only thing he was upset about that he wasn't told. He wouldn't have objected if it was what was wanted of him.

"Madam Pomfrey ordered me some potions from St. Mungo's." Harry lied.

"What for?" Ron asked.

Hermione jumped in. "Obviously because he's sick! Honestly Ron, can you be anymore blind?" She snapped.

"Merlin, woman! What did I even do?" Ron threw his hands up in the air. "Barely morning and you're already attacking me! All I did was ask a question!"

"Oh, shut up Ron!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

He angrily gestured at her. "Harry!" He cried.

"Just apologize." Harry said.

Ron groaned.

Yes the title is German for 'I am a slut'. I'm an asshole aren't I? Lmao

This IS unfinished. I'll be working on the additional chapters as soon as possible. This began as a drabble, which is why it was so vague at the beginning. Sorry about that. This is for fun though so...No editing to make it better so not sorry aha

It's currently Harry's fifth year. The idea is Voldemort broke into 4 Privet Drive early on in the summer after realizing Harry was a Horcrux, probably because of some stupid shit like a ritual to locate all of his Horcruxes after Lucius Malfoy's mistake (the dumbass), and found out Harry was one! He went in and decided to make Harry his. Blah blah blah, they ended up having sex. This is the Dark Lord we're talking about. He p much brainwashed Harry by the time he left to 12 Grimmauld Place mid-August (no Dementor attack) where Professor Umbridge is teaching due to the Ministry of Magic's distrust of Dumbledore. No one knows Voldemort is back except for Harry, the Order, and the related few. Despite Umbridge's place at Hogwarts, he hasn't started Dumbledore's Army. Quidditch HAS been cancelled though, lucky for him!

I estimate the additional pieces to be posted either later today or tomorrow. There WILL be a huge time-skip so be prepared.