The Risk's We Take
Chapter 2
To all who think it concerns them...
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, neither does anyone I know... as far as I know... unless I know JK without knowing I know JK...
A/N Second chappy, long time I know but it wasnt actually written. Well,it was, but I hated where the story went. I had Snape take Harry back to Hogwarts, they aborted the baby, Harry saw the baby as they 'examined' it, i.e prodded it alot and scowled, and then he was in transfiguration (they forced him back to lessons) and he transfigured a rabbit into what he had seen, as it was the only thing he had been able to think about since seeing it. The only bit I liked about that was the last paragraph,
...He landed and opened his eyes.
They were riveted for one long second on the bundle that he had seen in Madam Pomfrey's spells. Then they slammed shut and he curled into a ball, arms wrapped around his stomach, head resting on his knees, rocking back and forth while a long keening sound came from him, punctuated by dry, hopeless sobs. No one moved to help him. No one moved to comfort him. No one knew what to do to help, and so they did nothing while he rocked and sobbed on the cold stone floor until, finally, he fell into blissful darkness.
Oh, before I forget, this will be a Power!Harry, but it wont be Harry who is powerful, as such. More 'Roberto'. Keep reading and you'll see what I mean.
Ah well, on to the story. Review responses at the end.
When Harry returned to Hogwarts pregnant after the summer Albus Dumbledore ordered the baby destroyed. His only chance at family, however, was not about to be eradicated because of some old, stupid, unwanted prophecy... HP/SS slash later
Chapter 2
To all who think it concerns them but really doesn't.
Hey all! Man, I've never had so much fun in my life. Paris, Berlin, Valencia and Benidorm, Rome, Venice, and now Egypt! Why did no one tell me how fun life was? I might have tried it earlier if I had known!
Well, what is it you're all going to be clamouring to hear about? I'm about two months into my pregnancy I suppose. No symptoms yet, but then I haven't a clue what to expect as it is. For all I know the saddle sores I ended up with at first could be related to the bloody thing growing inside me, but I highly doubt it. Nothing else to report really on that front.
Ah, plans to return to England. At the moment? None. I find myself free of reminders of war and death totally out here, and the reminders I do get are from history. Do you know about the Berlin wall? It was built during a war and it separated a town in two. It was all done by belief, but whole families got torn apart because of it. I'm wondering if we haven't done the same thing. Aren't we all separated by walls now?
Anyway. I want to say hi to all my friends. I'm missing you all loads, its nice, travelling, but it is kinda lonely and scary at times. I keep wanting to phone you, or owl you, but by the time I go to post the letters…
Oh! You're all probably wondering what I'm doing, floating down the Nile, when I'm supposed to be in America aren't you! Well, see, here's the thing. I never intended to go to America. Not at first, anyway. Maybe later, after the baby's born. In fact I wasn't sure where I was going to go. But I went from London to Paris, then to Spain, and in no time at all I found myself here. I'm heading for Moscow after I've toured Africa; I might sightsee on the way though. I'm pretty nomadic now. It gets scary, but it's less scary than what awaits me at home.
I get nightmares from Voldemort still - hi to Tom, by the way – but he aims them more directly at me. It's not pleasant but you get by. I don't know why he sends them to me, really. I'm too numb to feel anything else for the people I see. They're just more faces in the sea I can see whenever I close my eyes. Still, if you're drinking your tea tonight, Mouldy, and you read this letter, don't stop sending me them. They give me wonderful information to send to those that are fighting against you. That's right, didn't think of that did you. Idiot.
Not much left to say really. Met a really great bloke who gave me a lift. His names Bill, had a run in with some curse or other here, got his hair burnt off. I imagine his mums pleased; from what he said she didn't like his ponytail. My love to her and all her family, and their friends, if they read this. He sends his love too, I'm sure. If not I'll search him out when this is all done and find him a desk job in England. Though he's probably safest out here; no Death Eater's out here.
Oh, and by the way, this guy was a real flirt. Flirted with a anything on two legs, and some on four. (No, that is not a reference to bestiality you sick fuckers out there; he likes it doggy style sometimes, or so he told me when he got pissed one night. Make that six nights, actually.)
Best go now anyway, I have a camel to catch.
See ya in 7!
H.P (Sauce, the official sauce of Britain)
A young man with long red hair folded a paper up and finished his beer with a grin. He was glad he had subscribed to the Daily Prophet now; even if they did arrive a few days late the news was quite nice to keep up with. Add that to the fact he could now sleep through the night without interruption from Voldemort and his life was looking up!
The only downer was the fact he had not used magic in four months. Two at that place, and two in this condition. He had, until writing that last letter, thought little upon what was to happen to him in the upcoming months. He knew so little about pregnancy in general, let alone male pregnancy.
It is to be said, at this small interval, that Harry had a very sheltered upbringing. It is, of course, a lie. In fact he was never told because he was a freak. Hogwarts does not teach its students about 'Sex Education', as it is wizarding tradition for the parents to deal with that issue. This is, of course, not good for Harry. Muggle born students, with their meetings with their head of house, were told these things at an age that was considered acceptable by the teacher and the parent. Harry, of course, never had these lessons. So, of course, he knows nothing about sex than what his uncle has shown him. Though he had become proficient at being a hole for his uncle to fuck he had no idea what sex was supposed to be like. He also has no idea how sex is different from guys to girls. He knew what they didn't have, of course, and that they had breasts, but he had no idea about the vagina, nor what the breasts were for.
It is to be said, at this small interval, that Harry was totally clueless about his condition.
He was therefore slowly, but steadily, becoming more and more nervous about many things. One of the worst thoughts, of course, was how the bloody thing was going to get out of him. He could only think it would come out as a rather large and painful shit, and that did not appeal. He knew his passage was weak from all his uncles 'administrations' over the years and he had no idea what having a baby would do to him. Shitting was a problem as it was. What would having a baby do to him?
He was getting scared. But here, in the street side café in a quiet street in India he managed to keep the fear at bay.
That fear was easy to ignore a short while later when he found another, more potent one.
A black haired man in ill suited Muggle clothes was examining his bike with a frown. The man had black eyes, a hooked nose and a pallid skin tone.
Harry made sure not to falter in his step as Snape looked up at him. Instead he smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry," Snape said in English. "Do you speak English?"
"That's right. On my holidays, finally. Work, work, work at the moment. Well, technically this is a working holiday, but it's better than many I'm used to. My names Robert. Robert DeLano. Actually it's Roberto but I can't really blame my parents." He laughed slightly as though at a private joke and started to rummage in the saddlebags of his bike. "Saw you looking at the bike. Beauty, isn't she? I picked it up in Egypt about a week back, it's been serving me faithfully ever since."
Snape seemed slightly confused but answered politely enough. "It is a remarkable bike. I only noticed it because one of my students had one similar recently. I was wondering why he might be here."
'Roberto' laughed. "And you thought I might be the kid for a moment I bet. 'Fraid not, Professor…?"
"Sinclair. Daniel Sinclair."
'Yeah, right,' Harry thought mildly as he replied. "What do you teach, Mr Sinclair?"
"Chemistry." The pause before the answer was barely audible. Harry heard it though. The pause before saying an unfamiliar word.
"Ah, wonderful subject. I used to hate explosions though." Harry almost shivered as he remembered some of the mistakes that had happened in Snape's classroom when someone sabotaged a potion, or Snape was not quick enough to stop the impending disaster. Then he remembered all the times he had managed to stop disaster with nothing but points taken and a slight confidence drop in the student for a short while.
It hadn't helped that his cauldron was often the one to explode because of the Slytherin's.
"Oh? Most children enjoy making mess and noise." Snape said mildly. Harry could tell he was fishing for information.
"I used to hate loud noises. I was in a car crash when I was very small and I still remember the noise and the lights. Very scary for a child. Still, I'm over the worst now, and that's all for the best in my line of work."
"And what is it you do, Mr DeLana?"
"Delano, Mr Sinclair. And as for my work…" he looked at Snape thoughtfully. "How about I tell you over a meal tonight. I can spare one more day in India before heading south."
"Wonderful. Perhaps you can tell me more about how you acquired such a magnificent bike as well."
"Of course, Mr Sinclair! And perhaps you can tell me many things too…"
Harry was starting to see that the old proverb was true. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer was indeed turning out to be useful. And since, at this time, he had no friends…
Today was turning out to be a good day.
He wasn't sure what he was eating. To be honest he didn't really care. He and 'Mr Sinclair' had been talking about innocent things all the evening. Too innocent, in Harry's opinion. Where did you grow up. How long are you on holiday. Harry had evaded them all easily, far too easily for him to be recognised as Harry Potter.
Finally, just as their dinner plates were being taken away and Harry was tasting the wine that had been bought to them Snape leant forward and began to speak.
"Tell me about that motorbike of yours, Mr Delano. Where did you come across… such a magnificent specimen?"
Harry smiled as he stared into his glass. He enjoyed wine, he had found since leaving England. He could stomach it easily and not get at all drunk on it. He thought about how to broach the subject at hand easily and quickly, without giving Snape any suspicions.
"I have been following the owner of that bike for some time, Mr Sinclair. It is a very unlucky chance that I found the bike without its owner. I discovered the direction the boy was running in and followed him with the bike."
"You are following him? Why is this?" the first sign of concern. Harry stared into Snape's eyes then let them slide down to the man's left sleeve for a fraction of a second. A clear threat, or a warning. Harry's next words made Snape even more worried.
"Mr Sinclair, do not ask questions you do not want the answers to." Harry downed his drink in one and set the glass on the table like a bargaining chip, leaning forward and focusing on it as he continued to speak. "Now, Mr Sinclair, I believe that you are also searching for the same person that I am. The only reason you have not been… removed… is because I think you may be working on the same side as me." His eyes flicked to Snape's left arm and then into the man's worried eyes. "But right now that doesn't matter to me. My last source said the boy was coming here. After this I have no lead as to where to go. I have had no indication that he has deviated from coming here.
"Considering that we are working for the same side here, Mr Snape, do you have any clues as to where the boy has gone?"
Snape was staring at Harry closely. Harry felt no legilimency trickling into his mind, which indicated his first wall was keeping Snape out. A wall which, at the moment, was full of thoughts of the Dark Lord, a black haired youth and a dark end. It was hard work, but he kept looking directly into the man's eyes.
"You know who I am?" It was more of a statement than a question. Harry merely nodded. "I see. Well it would probably be best, Mr Delano, though I doubt that is your name, if we helped each other for as far as is profitable for each of us. It just so happens that not long after meeting you I saw the boy. He has changed his disguise again, but I knew it was him instantly. When he saw me he ran and leapt on a train. His destination, however, was Thailand."
Harry sat back and nodded thoughtfully. He had got off at the next stop and changed again before returning to meet Snape.
"What are you going to do?"
"I am going to make a few fire calls and have an ambush waiting for the boy the moment he steps off the train." Snape said, his eyebrow raised. "Really, what else is there to do? He is extremely dangerous, Mr Delano."
"In his current state?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
"His pregnancy? You believed what Dumbledore put into his head?" Snape sneered.
Harry's insides went cold for an instant. "It's not true then?"
"Oh it's true enough," Snape sneered, but Harry could tell there was a strain in it. "However the boy is far too powerful for it to affect him. In fact it would most likely help the baby to develop quicker and be more powerful as a result. No, the reason Dumbledore was trying to get rid of it is because it would mean the boy would not be able to siphon his powers off."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Mr Sinclair, I have been in the Muggle world far too long it seems. What do you mean by siphon his powers off?"
"It is rather a new term, and not widely known. Siphoning a wizards power is dangerous, for both the person siphoning and the person being siphoned from. When Mr… our mutual objective was very young it was discovered that he had vast reserves of power that, if left untapped, would quite likely have kept growing without limit. Most wizards get to a limit with their magic and can never hold more than that amount. The boy would never set an upper limit on his magic and he would use his magic perfectly. There would be no waste. To give the boy a more natural magical level Dumbledore was siphoning off his magic into these crystals." Snape held out a green crystal that hung from his right wrist. "When worn they will give you certain aspects of the boys magic. This one is full of defence and potions magic. Dumbledore has needed many potions, and the boy has never been adept at the subject because it has been siphoned off constantly."
"Into you?"
"And others who help Dumbledore."
"What would his potions skill be like if he had all his powers?"
"He would probably be able to discover many useful potions. The boy has never shown any sign of interest in the subject. It is pointless to leave that aspect of his if he is not going to use it."
"Why would Dumbledore tell you this?" Harry asked after a pause.
"Professor Dumbledore has long held me in his confidence. It is on his orders that I am here, searching for the boy."
"Ah… then why tell me?"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Because you have been compelling me all through our last conversation!"
Compelling Harry did know about. Not illegal like imperious it was frowned upon within the wizarding world. Harry had noticed he had done it before, Hermione recognising the effects. He had only ever managed to compel his friends to look at him, or say something by accident before, and both of them small things. What Snape had just told him was no small thing. A secret, and told to someone who should never know such things. Suddenly Harry was afraid.
He shrugged and refilled his glass as desert was served. "You've given me a lot to think on, Mr Sinclair.
He shrugged and refilled his glass as desert was served. "You've given me a lot to think on, Mr Sinclair. But tell me, how long until his magic becomes powerful enough to be deadly to us in our search?"
"At the moment? For all we know he could already be past that stage. If he does not get siphoned soon he will begin to notice. If he is not siphoned within a month it will become impossible to do so, and he will no longer require the use of his wand."
"What?" Harry stared at Snape in shock. "Without his wand!"
"This boy is the epitome of magic, Mr Delano. He will not need a wand. All he will need is his mind."
Harry swallowed. He needed time to think, time to plan…
"When do you want to leave town, Mr Sinclair?" Harry asked, deciding he did not want desert now. An uneasy feeling had settled on his gut.
"Tomorrow. I shall fire call my contact tonight and we shall be ready for him when he disembarks his train tomorrow."
"I'll meet you in the square tomorrow morning at eight. We can go there together."
"…Agreed." Snape nodded. Harry stood and returned the nod before striding out of the restaurant and to his bike. He drove off quickly, leaving behind a worried Snape.
Harry was angry. He was so angry he had smashed his glass he was drinking from. He glared at the blood on his hand before snarling and glaring at the glass. It trembled under his gaze, then, as though is slow replay, it slid across the floor, into one piece again, innocent and slightly trembling as though it had just been knocked slightly.
Harry's anger vanished under the cold wash of panic. 'All he will need is his mind.' The words rang through Harry's head. He had known, when he was a kid, that getting angry of scared often triggered strange… occurrences… but they had stopped when he started Hogwarts. He realised, now, that Dumbledore had had better access to him then. He could be… siphoned… easier.
And now that power was returning to him, apparently faster than Dumbledore had anticipated. If he was already doing wandless magic, even if it was involuntary, a month before they thought he would be able to, did that mean he was more powerful than even they had predicted?
He stared at the glass, unsure of what to do. He tried to make it float, or break again, but nothing happened. Then, slowly, he extended a hand and touched it. It felt solid. So, he had destroyed it in his anger, and then repaired it in his fear. Perhaps that was how he had to cast, with emotions as his… power?
Anger… that was easy to conjure. Dumbledore, telling him the prophecy, telling him he had to get rid of the baby, Snape ripping through his mind…
The glass shattered and he shielded his eyes with his hand.
"Dammit." He muttered. The glass was beyond repair this time, each shard smaller than his smallest fingernail. Annoyed, frustrated, he pushed himself roughly to his feet, almost snarling.
The glass was in one piece.
Appropriate emotions for each want then, he thought, sitting. How to make it float, then? Perhaps…
Need for the glass to be in his hand, to need drink from it, need of the coolness down his throat…
The glass thudded in his hand gently. He grinned. He hadn't been quite sure if need was an emotion. Clearly it worked. At least in this case.
He practiced until dawn was sliding over the horizon. Need, he found, was indeed the trigger for almost all spells. He had to make sure he knew what he needed first, but usually he could work out a useful scenario. He ate, freshened up, and then packed the tent together. He climbed on the bike and set off to find Snape.
All in all, he didn't think he had anything to worry about really.
Review Responses
opal - I'm not entirely sure what you mean. What happened to the baby? Harry escaped before it was aborted, and is on the run to keep it safe.
Nickole Riddle- Thank you, will do!
Beautiful Orubus- I'm glad someone asked me that. 'How can Harry be doing some of the things he's doing without using magic?'. Simply put, Harry doesn't realise that he is already using magic. He thinks the dye he bought worked perfectly, he doesnt realise the make-up he uses is not as strong as he needs. The magic is in the tent, not Harry, so no, he isn't doing anything there. Don't worry, I didn't think you were being sarcastic with those questions, I'm glad you asked :D Sorry it's been so long, life caught up with me recently.
willowtree16- Thanks!
Super-girl-straight-from- LOL, lots of people seem to like the end. I wasn't sure, it seemed a bit cleche to me, but if people like it I might do another like it lol :D
SEP- Another who liked the end! Be careful, don't hurt yourself lol :D
barbarataku - Thanks, I did my best.
Lord LocalFreak - Few stories start like that, I know. It's so good though, really refreshing I think :D
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Cassa-Andra- Thanks, will try to be more prompt in future.
eyeinthesky - lol, I know what you mean (cough-stuff book six).
angelkitty77- Thanks, will try not to dissapoint.
FyreFlyODoom- Thank you, keep reading!