Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfiction! Any constructive criticism and reviews are welcome!

Warning: Rated M. Sexual situations, language, slash, and mpreg.

Disclaimer: I do not own any parts of Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling, though I wish I could be her. None of the characters or settings are mine, only the plot is mine.

Chapter 1:

Harry Potter walked in to the entrance hall of Hogwarts for the first time since the Final Battle that had occurred there in May. Voldemort had been defeated, and Harry had now returned to school for his seventh year.

After staying at Hogwarts for a few weeks after the battle, helping to repair the castle and mourning the loss of so many lives, Harry had spent the remainder of his summer in the muggle world. He had rented a flat of his own in London for a brief rejoinder away from the world of magic, which had caused so much chaos in his life.

Many Death Eaters were still on the loose, and before he departed the Headmistress had encouraged Harry to lay low for a few months. McGonagall had even encouraged him to visit with his muggle relatives, the Dursleys, by Harry had refused to do this.

Though the purpose of his time away was to offer Harry some peace and solitude, it achieved the opposite effect. Harry was given three months away from everyone with nothing to do but to feel guilty. He had become more depressed, quiet, and withdrawn. Harry was supplied with no distraction for his thoughts and worries, allowing him to dwell in what ifs and wonder what he could have done to save more lives.

Now, back at his school, Harry felt disconnected from his friends and classmates. He felt as if they blamed him for what he had failed to do, rather than celebrated him for what he had accomplished. He was desperate for approval and acceptance from any source.

Despite having a new outlook on life since the war, Harry was happy to be back at school and back in the world of magic. Hogwarts had been his first home, and he would always feel comfortable there. However, just as he was about to enter into the Dining Hall and be reunited with his friends for the first time since he had not been allowed to take the Hogwarts express this year because it had been deemed "too dangerous" with the threat of rogue Death Eaters, Harry felt a tap on his shoulder.

Harry swung around, being caught off guard since he had been lost in his thoughts. He had expected to see a mane of bushy hair belonging to Hermione or the bright blue eyes of Ron. Instead, Harry was met with the tall, gaunt frame of one Severus Snape.

Harry's green eyes widened in shock and a little bit of fear. He did not know how to react; this was the first time he had seen Snape since he had found out about his true allegiances all those days ago in the Shrieking Shack.

Snape had been found with a faint pulse after the battle had ended and rushed to the hospital wing. He had been miraculously rescued from his dire fate by Madame Pomfrey, who luckily had the correct bottle of antivenom needed to save his life after Nagini's bite.

He had then been contained to bed rest under the very watchful gaze of Madame Pomfrey, and Harry had not had the nerve to visit him.

Harry knew that Snape deserved a thank you for all that he had done, but Harry wasn't sure how to even begin to express his gratitude for saving his life on multiple occasions. On top of that, Harry still could not get past how Snape had treated him for seven years of his life, which is like shit.

Harry was jolted out of his reverie by Snape's drippingly sarcastic tone of voice, "Mr. Potter. Your heroic presence is requested in the Headmistress's office."

"Right now?" Harry confusedly asked, "can't it wait until after the feast? I want to see my friends."

"Now, Potter."

Harry begrudgingly followed Snape up the many sets of staircases, listened to him utter the password, and then up to Dumbledore's former office, all the while making sure to stay a safe distance away from Snape so they did not have to talk.

It felt weird to Harry to see Professor McGonagall sitting behind the large desk in the center of the room. He had only ever seen that chair occupied by a certain old, quirky, and now deceased wise man.

McGonagall encouraged Harry to take a seat in one of the plush armchairs situated across from her, which he happily accepted. Snape remained standing moodily in the back of the room.

"It's great to see you again Mr. Potter. I hope you enjoyed your summer away. I'm sorry I had to keep you from the marvelous food and your friends, but I'm afraid I have some important news that pertains to you," McGonagall began.

"I'm sure you're aware of the toll that the war has had on the wizarding population," she continued. "The ministry has recently enacted laws to help rectify this issue and to ensure the continuance of the magical people."

"Cut to the chase, Minerva. The boy has never been able to draw intelligent conclusions, you must spoon feed him," Snape rudely interrupted.

"Harry, the ministry has declared that all wizards or witches who are of age and the last of a magical family line must procure a spouse within two months and produce a child within the next year and a half. You, being the last and only descendant of both the Houses of Potter and Black fall within the jurisdiction of this law," McGonagall solemnly stated.

Harry did not know what to say. He was only seventeen! How the fuck was he supposed to be married and having a kid within the next eighteen months? For Christ's sake, he was still in school!

He thought he would finally be free once he rid the world of Voldemort. However, another sanction was currently being placed on his life, which was forever dictated by someone else. Harry just could not believe his luck. Of course this would happen to him.

While all these thoughts were racing through Harry's head, he only managed out loud to utter, "What?"

"Always the articulate one, Potter," Snape nastily commented.

"Be nice, Severus. Harry, I know this is all very sudden and confusing, but it cannot be avoided. I have arduously pored over the law, looking for a loophole, but have found none. Moreover, there are additional details to consider for your particular situation. We cannot simply allow you to be wed to anyone your heart desires for we do not know their motives. Many Death Eaters are still at large and may use a marriage as a way to get to you," McGonagall said.

Harry wondered if this situation could get any worse. Not only was he going to be forced to marry someone and have a child with them, but now he was not even allowed to pick who this person would be! Granted, he had always wanted a family to call his own, but not in this way. Harry wanted his family to be full of love and happiness, not convenience and safety.

McGonagall took in a deep breath, and Harry's head snapped up.

"There's one more detail," McGonagall added. "We've found a perfect match for you to marry who will be able to provide you with guaranteed safety, can be trusted, and just so happens to also be the last of their line, requiring him to also get married and produce an heir."

Harry's head was spinning. The person they had picked for him was a man? He felt as if he was about to pass out, but the only thing keeping him conscious was his curiosity for who his future spouse was be. He stared at McGonagall's lips as they began to form a name. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. That name could not have just come out of her mouth.

He would not get married to him. They hated each other! They would never make it, and more importantly to Harry, they could never love each other. But, according to McGonagall, there was no way to get out of it. Once again Harry would be forced to do something he hated, and in this case it was marrying someone he hated.

The name that had come forth from McGonagall's lips was Severus Snape.

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