Who's My Daddy?-Chp Finale

CHAPTER FINALE: WHO'S THE DADDY NOW?

The war was over. Victory had finally been achieved. As soon as Harry delivered the deathly blow on Lord Voldemort, news of his death spread like wildfire. Big major headlines of Voldemort’s death made it into every newspaper and magazine ever existed in the wizarding world. As soon as Hogwarts reopened, the whole school, together with the Ministry of Magic, celebrated the end of a long war and a new beginning of the wizarding world along with the students and their families present. The Ministry declared the death day of Voldemort as Independence Day. Many people from all different countries in the wizarding world celebrated the great day like the time they celebrated the defeat of Voldemort by the Boy Who Lived, only this time, it was more open and more joyous than before.

Of course, the heroes behind the victory were not forgotten. Special titles were given to Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Sirius-Kiaran Featherworth and Harry James Potter, who got the best title of all as Grand Wizard, Saviour of Wizards and Witches. Many toasted to their names and their contribution and were sure to remember them for years to come. The Weasley family, Draco’s mother Narcissa and Hermione’s Muggle parents who were there felt ultimately proud that their children were being revered as heroes. Now, not only Harry was being idolized by fans all over the world.

That didn’t mean anything to Harry. In fact, while they were still celebrating and talking about the defeat of Voldemort, Harry sneaked off and walked all the way towards the Forbidden Forest, leaving Ron, Hermione and Draco to boast about how they single-handedly defeated the Death Eaters and rescued all the innocent babies from their grasp. After killing Voldemort, Albus and the professors helped Harry give Naga a proper burial. Harry had chosen a spot deep in the forest where no one would think of looking and buried Naga there. He wanted the grave to be surrounded by bushes of roses and lilies and be visible to only the people he wished them to see, namely Albus and the professors and his best friends. Reporters still asked about who the father of his child was, but Albus took care of the problem by saying that the father was a Death Eater who raped him under Voldemort’s orders and that he had confessed his act before being given the Kiss. It certainly raised a few eyebrows and a chain of pity by the public but Harry didn’t care anymore. He was just glad the whole ordeal was over.

Harry passed by a few centaurs quietly before reaching to the grave where Naga was buried. On the tombstone it bore the words ALBERTO ALEXI ZEPHYR JANPHEN CANINUS GENERUS POTTER a.k.a. COOKIE, SON OF HARRY JAMES POTTER WHO LIVED & DIED IN PEACE, just as he requested Albus to conjure up. As he knelt on the soft earth attending to the roses and lilies, memories of Cookie came back to him. They were all so clear—from the day he found himself pregnant to the day he gave birth under the help of Winnie Dumbledore to the day he had to kill him with his wand. His heart ached with sorrow and guilt at the thought of them all. So much time he had with him while he was pregnant yet so little he appreciated till the very last minute. Warm tears began to flow out of his eyes. He made no attempt to stop them.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming his way. He spun round and saw a tall, dark figure slowly moving towards him. He couldn’t see his face at first because the figure’s back was facing the light, but as soon as he came within his eyesight range, he immediately recognized the face that belonged to the figure.

“Are you alright?”

Harry wailed as he ran into the figure’s arms.

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“Push, Harry! Push!”

Harry was back at St. Mungo maternity ward coached by Winnie Dumbledore and her fellow medi-colleagues, heavily pregnant and heavily breathing as he tried to push his baby twins out of him. This time, he wasn’t alone with only Winnie for company. His husband was there to hold his hand and help him through the birth.

Much have changed after the death of Voldemort. Ron and Hermione resumed their jobs in the Ministry, but they were awarded with a much higher position than their current occupation. Just last fall, Harry had attended their wedding, but not before finding out that Hermione was pregnant with Ron’s daughter. Draco was awarded to Head Auror and led his team with full tenacity and vigilance. He and Harry eventually became friends, and would occasionally have tea together to chat about old times. He would sometimes join Harry, Ron and Hermione whenever they wanted to just hang out, and had his share of experiencing the Muggle life once in a while.

Sirius finally found a new body to possess. Albus Dumbledore had helped him locate someone who had recently died young somewhere in another country and told Sirius about it as soon as he received the news. They made sure that this person had no strings attached and had lived such a simple, normal life that no one would even miss him dying before Sirius happily left Kiaran Featherworth’s body and took him to possession. Sirius did a few face-altering changes towards his new body to make it as similar as his original Sirius looks as possible and asked Remus to marry him the following year. Remus gladly accepted and soon moved into Grimmauld’s Place with Sirius where they ‘lived happily ever after’.

After waking up from his long spiritual hibernation, Kiaran Featherworth was rather surprised at his sudden promotion to become Head Auror alongside with Draco Malfoy since he couldn’t remember anything about saving Hogwarts or fighting Death Eaters, but Draco convinced him that he had a blow to his head during the battle, resulting to amnesia and told him to play along with whatever was showered at him. He eventually did and soon became very close with Draco throughout their missions as Aurors. Rumour has it that Draco and Kiaran had started dating.

The day Harry threw himself into the stranger’s arms was the day that brought their relationship to the next level. After the mourning, Harry had decided to take the job as a DADA professor and teach the students everything he knew about the Dark Arts. He and the stranger would occasionally meet up for a drink and small talk, but it usually ended up in wild, hot and saucy sex. Harry had traumatized his female parts so badly during the war that his hermaphrodite state was irreversible, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared was that he honestly loved the stranger too much to leave him and that the stranger loved him for who he was and not what he was. One night, after a long and passionate unadulterated sex during a batch of students’ graduation night, Harry revealed to the stranger that he was pregnant with his child. The stranger proposed to him that very minute, and by two months later, the stranger became his husband.

“It’s OK, Harry. I’m right here,” his husband coaxed as he kissed his sweaty forehead.

“I hate you…!” Harry whined as he clutched his hand harder.

“Not as much as I will hate you if you don’t get our twins out. You can do it. I’m here for you.”

Harry took a deep breath and pushed. The familiar feeling of being ripped into half came in folds as he strained with all his might to push out the babies. The feeling of warm blood on his thighs and cold sweat all over his body was no stranger to him. He had been through this before, but it was worse, being that it wasn’t just one child he was trying to get out, but two. He screamed out his husband’s name as he bore down as hard as he could.

“I see the head. I see the head. Keep going,” the doctor coached as he reached over to hold the lump between Harry’s legs.

“Oh God…Oh God…It hurts…!”

“It’s alright. It’s alright. It’ll be all over soon. Keep going.”

Harry grabbed his husband’s sleeve and pushed, threatening to tear it. His husband sat him up a little and held him close to his chest, coaxing him and urging him to keep going. Harry let out scream after scream as he put all his strength into getting the babies out.

“Almost there, Harry,” Winnie said. “You’re almost there.”

He could feel it. He could tell from the pain that the doctor had got the shoulders out. No sooner he felt the rest of the baby being pulled out than he felt another lump between his legs painfully edging its way out of him. Harry cried, his voice echoing down the entire maternity ward.

“OH GOD! HELP ME! IT HURTS! OWW! IT HURTS…!”

“Shh,” his husband rocked him in his arms. “You just got one out. It’s just the other one coming, that’s all.”

“DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT! YOU BASTARD, I HATE YOU!”

“Just keep pushing. I’m right here.”

“I hate you…!”

“No, you don’t hate me, Harry. Now push!”

Harry lunged forward and bit his husband on the shoulder, bearing down hard. His husband didn’t do anything to stop him. He just let him bite as Harry continued to push and let out muffled screams. Harry felt his back being stroke soothingly and he let go. He was shocked to see bloodstains on the blue T-Shirt he bought him for his birthday but he didn’t seem to blame him one bit. In fact, he claimed his lips and kissed him deeply before saying, “Your pain is my pain, Harry, and so will be your joy.”

Harry cried as he bore down one last time. After what felt like forever, he let out an agonizing wail as he felt the doctor pulled out the other twin out of his body. At last, he could hear two tiny squalls of his babies as they took in the air. His cries followed as he buried his face into his husband’s chest and sobbed. It’s only when Winnie asked his husband to cut the umbilical cord of his twins that he lay the tired, gasping Harry back on bed.

“Open your eyes, love. It’s both our daughter and son.”

Harry opened his eyes slowly and saw the two bundles in his husband’s arms. He took one bundle and examined them closely. Both of them had his husband’s dark-ebony hair and his emerald-green eyes. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than them, well, after his first Cookie, that is.

“What shall we name them?” his husband asked.

“You do the honours,” Harry replied tiredly. “You’re the father.”

“Well, I was thinking…maybe Serena Amber and Serione Ash. Those were the names of my great-grandparents, as far as I know.”

“It’s perfect. I love them.”

His husband reached over and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. It was until they were in need of air that they parted and he whispered, “I love you, Harry.”

“And I you, Severus.”

Who's My Daddy?-Chp12

CHAPTER 12: THE BATTLE

The Great Hall was empty save the professors of Hogwarts, the ex-students Ron, Hermione and Draco, ex-professor Remus Lupin and Auror Sirius-Kiaran. Albus Dumbledore had declared the temporary closing of the school due to a crisis situation, namely the full arrival of Voldemort’s reign and his recruit of a possible new Voldemort Junior. It was all over the Daily Prophet next to the ongoing news about the possible fathers of Harry’s son. Albus took care not to mention anything about Harry’s son being Voldemort’s or the child being kidnapped to be recruited lest it leads to a world wide panic. It was just enough to let the world know the basics and not the depths.

“This is insane!” Remus exclaimed as he put down the Daily Prophet he was reading with Sirius-Kiaran. “Voldemort is back and at it again yet our hands are tied because we don’t know what he’s up to next!”

“I would gladly find out what the Dark Lord might be doing,” Severus voiced out as he clutched his left wirst that still bore the Dark Mark, “if it weren’t for the fact that my double agent identity had been discovered.”

“You did the right thing, Severus,” Albus said. “You can finally be at ease now that you don’t have to worry about your life so much and watch your back all the time.”

“What do you suppose we do now, Albus?” Minerva McGonagall asked. “Now that the school’s closed for the time being, we have to figure out what are we going to do next about this situation. We are all into this as much as Harry does now and we can’t solve the problem being here like sitting ducks.”

“We could call the Order over for an emergency meeting, though I don’t think we’d make any progress without being able to make sure what are Voldemort’s plans.”

As the professors continued to discuss their options, Harry stomped into the Great Hall. Everyone was surprised. They never expected Harry to get out of bed. He was supposed to be bedridden just like Winnie Dumbledore had suggested. Hermione rushed up to him, a concerned look on her face.
“Harry, you shouldn’t be up. You should be in bed.”

“I’m not in a mood to be in bed,” Harry replied determinedly. “I’m getting visions again and I want to help out on this.”

“Bloody hell, Harry!” Ron stood up to join Hermione in persuading him. “You know what the good midwife said. You go walking around like you own this town again and you’re gonna become a permanent half-girl!”

“Besides, you can share your visions while being bedridden, Po…I mean Harry,” Draco suggested. “It’s not going to make you an invalid.”

“I’m taking my chances,” Harry said. “If turning into a permanent hermaphrodite is what it takes to save my son from that old demon’s grasp, so be it. I don’t give a damn what happens to me. Let me help, Albus. He’s my son, and I’m responsible for his wellbeing. You need my visions, Albus. You all do.”

Albus let out a sigh of defeat. He knew that when Harry had made up his mind, there was no stopping him. There’s nothing else he could do but to agree with him. Slowly he asked, “What were your visions, Harry?”

“Co…I mean Naga was in his room and Voldemort visited him. Naga suggested that if they were to increase more loyal Death Eaters, they should start from scratch, and the best way to do it was to kidnap every child there is and feed them with the Rapid Growth Serum. They plan to start on St. Mungo.”

“Then we shall prepare our men at St. Mungo,” Albus nodded, then turned to Sirius-Kiaran and said, “Sirius, it’s about time you play the role of young Auror Kiaran Featherworth and round up your troops together with Mr. Malfoy.”

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A dozen Aurors were stationed both outside and inside the babies’ ward, led by Draco Malfoy and Sirius-Kiaran Featherworth. After announcing Harry’s visions to the Ministry, they were only too willing to issue the Auror team out to guard St. Mungo Hospital. A few more were stationed outside the building, guarding both the front and the back and scanning the people going in and out of the hospital in case the Death Eaters plan to sneak in unknowingly. There were a number of reporters outside trying to fight for first place in getting the scoop of the day just in case something exciting happened when Voldemort decides to strike. Everyone inside the building looked rather wary, not sure when the worst would strike, but for now, they had to trust the Aurors would give them the proper protection they need.

Time seemed to pass real slowly when you’re at work. While Sirius-Kiaran and Draco stood guard at their positions, Harry and the rest decided to take a break. Harry had taken caution in applying another layer of that ointment Severus gave him before joining the team. There was no way he was to experience another bleeding spree again. As they went down to the hospital cafeteria to grab a bite, Harry found himself stranded in the middle of the cafeteria with his tray of food in hand and surrounded by concerned doctors and nurses, especially a bawling Winnie Dumbledore who threatened to snuff the lights out of him by hugging him in an almost deadlock. They were asking him dozens upon dozens of questions he couldn’t keep up with and they were acting even worse than Rita Skeeter or any other reporters or journalists he knew. Remus, Ron and Hermione tried to get through the crowd to help him in vain. It was fourth and fifth year all over again.

Just when he felt like he was going to scream at them to leave him alone, Harry felt his arm being grabbed and being pulled away from the crowd. He looked up and saw that it was Severus Snape giving the doctors and nurses his famous cold look and dragging him towards the far corner of the cafeteria. He sat him down and sat in front of him with his tray of food.

“Uh…Thanks, Snape. Why the gesture?” Harry asked awkwardly as he stared at Severus’ choice of food. Very simple actually: a bowl of fish porridge, two halves of a hard-boiled egg and a glass of pumpkin juice.

“Dumbledore had assigned me personally to look out for your wellbeing since your prophecy made known,” Severus replied as he took a sip of pumpkin juice. “Even if I want to, I cannot leave you out of my sight.”

“Well, you don’t have to isolate me like some kind of a hermit,” Harry said as he looked at Ron, Hermione and Remus who sat together at a table nowhere near theirs.

“If you wish to return to the mauling crowd, be my guest.”

Harry was annoyed. No matter how many times he had heard Severus being cynical and mean towards him, he still couldn’t get used to it. He may be able to wave away jeers, teasing and taunts by other people—Draco Malfoy, even—but there was no getting used to listening Severus’ snide comments and remarks. As he downed spoonfuls of Shepherd’s pie, he eyed once in a while at Severus who quietly ate his dinner. Thinking about the night he had serviced him, he began to piece up his movements and his touches with he who was sitting in front of him. It seemed to fit, what with the coldness, dark pride, mysterious aura and all that whatnot. Severus caught him staring and glared at him whenever he did, but Harry can’t seem to keep his eyes off him. He didn’t know why but somehow he had developed a sort of morbid fascination over the Potions Master and ex-Death Eater. It was as if there were so much he had yet to discover about him and those were the true side of Severus behind the cold façade. He decided to try his luck in probing.

“Snape, why do you hate me?”

“I beg your pardon?” Severus raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me. I know you hate almost everyone in Hogwarts, aside from your own house, but why do you hate me the worst?”

A long silence ensued. Severus didn’t answer and Harry didn’t dare to probe any further in case he decided to hex him to next week. It took a few spoonfuls of fish porridge and one half of the hard-boiled egg before Severus decided to reply, “I do not hate you.”

“What?” Harry asked slightly in disbelief.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Potter. I may have issues about your insubordination towards the school and I may have grudges against you because of your father, but I don’t hate you.”

“Then why do you treat me so freakin’ badly all the time?”

“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing to everyone?”

“No. You treat me fifty million times worse than others. It’s not just because I look like my father now, is it?”

“Memories are hard to get by, especially bad ones.”

“Just because my father played a few tricks on you doesn’t mean you can take it out on me. Remember, he rescued you before.”

“One rescue does not justify the number of pranks he pulled on me,” Severus glared, his eyes threatening to kill him with a stare.

“True, but let me remind you, again, that I’m not my father.”

Severus looked like he was going to bash the glass of pumpkin juice onto Harry’s head. But the worst never came. The Potions Master decided to ignore him than prolong this senseless arguing. Harry sighed inwardly in relief. He knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to incur Severus’ wrath, but being in front of him made him want to get everything out of his chest. He never got to have a face-to-face, heart-to-heart talk with him during his school years, and even less after he graduated and went into hiding due to his pregnancy. Now that he’s in front of him for the talking, there’s no turning back. Harry decided to risk it once again.

“Are you, uh, disappointed that, well, Naga does not belong to you? I have to admit…I was.”

“Why do you say that?” Severus raised his eyebrow again.

“Well…if Naga had belonged to Ron, it would definitely ruin his engagement with Hermione, so I’m not so disappointed, and it would definitely kill me to think that Naga came from Draco. I mean, he’s the person I least likely want to be associated with, let alone have a family with him. Heavens forbid if Remus were to the father. The Ministry would definitely not take the matter of me having a werewolf’s son very lightly. Sirius is OK, but he’s more of a godfather to me, and he’s committed to Remus and I don’t do threesome. I’m more of a jealous type. So that leaves you.”

“You just claimed that I hate you, yet you wished that I was the father of your child. You do realize you’re being a walking contradiction.”

“I know, but…” Harry tried to find the correct words to answer him. There’s no arguing with Severus if you don’t know what to say. “Well, it just felt right, I guess. You may be a meanie but you’re not exactly as unapproachable as Draco Malfoy, and you’re almost like me—deprived of a loving family because of the Dark Lord—and I’m sure that you wished to have that as much as I do. So…uh…I guess it sounds befitting that Naga belongs to both of us.”

When Harry finished talking, he realized he was staring very intently at his knees and his face was burning like hell, his food left untouched. He had never been so honest before in his life, not even when he talked to his best friends Ron and Hermione. He never felt so self-conscious ever. He had been blundering his way through school, flirting with the boys so openly and being naked in front of dozens of people during his services but he never felt this embarrassed. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so out of place all of a sudden. Was it because he was talking to Severus Snape whom he finally associated as a normal acquaintance than an enemy? Was it because he had finally and actually spoken more than a few words with the professor he used to not want to associate with? Was it…?

A blindfold was not enough to hide him. He wished he was in a deep, dark hole right now.

Just when Harry thought he couldn’t sink any lower in embarrassment, he felt a cold hand on one of his clenched fists on the table. It doesn’t take a genius to know that the cold hand belonged to Severus. Harry blushed even harder and stared more intently at his knees. He dared not to look up when he heard Severus whispered tentatively, “I had wished Naga is mine.”

Suddenly everything turned dark. It was a massive blackout at every corner of the building and everything became as silent as death. Harry and Severus quickly whispered “Lumos” to light their wands and saw that everyone in the cafeteria was on the floor, their eyes staring at space and their bodies looking like they were at attention, only that they were lying instead of standing. The same goes for Ron, Hermione and Remus. They knew that stance too well. It was the Body-Bind Curse and it was a mass curse of bodies around. They quickly whispered a counter-curse to release the trio from their stance. Ron was the first to react.

“Bloody hell! What just happened!”

“I think we’ve just been outsmarted by the enemy,” Remus said as he stared in horror at all the cursed bodies lying around the floor. He was about to cast the counter-curse at them when Hermione stopped him.

“There’s too many for us too handle. We must go and look for the Aurors.”

“She’s right,” Harry agreed. “Better release the professionals first before them. We need Draco and Sirius’s assistance in this.”

Armed with their lit wands, the gang tried to fumble their way up to the babies’ ward where most of the Aurors were supposed to be situated. Harry was too engrossed in seeing through the thick darkness that he didn’t realize Severus’ hand was still holding his. In fact, neither of the gang members realized that the Potions Master and the Boy Who Lived were actually walking hand in hand. They were too busy trying to make their way through the dark to notice. After what seemed like forever, they finally made it to the babies’ ward. As expected, the Aurors, including Sirius-Kiaran and Draco, were on the floor stiff and at attention. The gang whispered the counter-curse on all the Aurors and slowly they stirred one by one.

“Ugh…What the hell happened?” Draco groaned as he rubbed his temples. “One minute we were standing here guarding the babies, then the next minute we were as if being hit by Hogwarts Express and blacked out…”

“You’ve been hit by the Body-Bind Curse, mate,” Ron replied as he helped a cured Auror up on his feet, “although I don’t feel sorry seeing you on the floor like some mannequin.”

“What kind of wizard that has the power to actually create a mass Body-Bind Curse?” Remus said as he continued to cure more Aurors who were scattered around the floor among the heaps of cursed doctors and nurses. “And at such a short time at that. Surely Voldemort cannot perform such powers at this rate now, can he?”

Before anyone could figure out the answer, Harry saw from the corner of his eye a shadow moving within the babies’ ward. He turned swiftly and shouted out a Disarming Spell at the figure who was running away with something in his/her arm. The figure fell and Sirius-Kiaran, who was the nearest, grabbed the thing he/she had dropped. Everyone gasped as they saw that it was a bawling baby. Being busted, a few more figures in Death Eater attire began to emerge from their hiding places under the baby cribs carrying bundles in their arms. Another few dozen more appeared from behind desks, wheelchairs, mobile beds and the reception counter and made a run for it. The gang cured the rest of the cursed Aurors and gave chase, firing with their wands as they went and taking care not to hit the squalling bundles they were holding.

As they chased on towards the entrance of St. Mungo, they stopped in their tracks when they saw a hooded figure standing proudly in the middle under the raging rain. The Death Eaters went round him and took off, disappearing one by one into the horizon as they grabbed hold of Portkeys that lay around in front of them. The hooded figure removed his hood, revealing the silver-blonde hair and brown eyes and his cold smirk. It was no other than Naga Marvolo Riddle, here to lead the team of Death Eaters to do Voldemort’s bidding.

“Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here with your dynamic team, Mother,” Naga said as he spat out the last word in contempt. “How do you like my wandless magic? I’m sure you’re proud of me to be able to create a Body-Bind Curse enough for the entire people in this building.”

“Cookie, don’t do this!” Harry pleaded. “Can’t you see Voldemort is just using you? Come back to me please!”

“Don’t you dare speak of Father that way! And my name is not Cookie! It’s Naga!” Naga yelled as he flung his hands at Harry with a blast so powerful, it sent Harry ramming towards the wall.

“HARRY!” Ron and Hermione exclaimed. They wanted to run towards him but Harry stopped them.
“This is between me and Cookie! Go after those Death Eaters before you run out of Portkeys!”

Severus ran forward after the Death Eaters without delay. The rest, including the Auror team, nodded and followed suite. They quickly pounced onto some of the Death Eaters who were grabbing onto a plank of wood just in time and disappeared with them. Harry tried to get up but was pinned onto the wall by Naga’s arm. The force was massive. Harry was taken aback by the immense strength the little pre-teen had.

“Yes, Mother. It’s between you and me. How’s about we go somewhere more private? We can talk better.”

No sooner he said that than Harry found himself on a cliff. Below him was the sea with strong tidal waves crashing onto the huge sharp rocks at the foot of the cliff and strong winds followed by clashes of lightning and thunder and torrents of rain beating over the two wizards. Naga’s long silver-blonde hair billowed under the wind as he took off the hood and cloak and threw it aside.

“How is it now, Mother? Better?” Naga asked as he advanced towards Harry who armed himself with his wand. “Like the view? Father brought me here a few days ago and showed me how far and vast my reign would be if I were to take over his throne. I look forward to see my people bow down to me just as they had bowed down to Father.”

“Cookie, please!” Harry tried to yell amidst the booming of thunder. “Your father’s idea of power was to kill the innocent and overthrow the weak! His reign causes nothing but death and destruction and fear among all! His plans are evil, Cookie! I cannot see you become another Voldemort…”

“I said,” Naga growled as he threw Harry another blast, throwing Harry off his feet, “my name is Naga, not that pathetic name of a Cookie!”

“Co…Naga, don’t do this…I’m your mother…”

“Then you should’ve act like one and love me!”

“I do, Naga. I do love you…”

“Oh? Is that why you called me a piece of growth that shouldn’t be there? Is that why you boss me around and blame me for everything that happened to you? Is that why you scold me every time I move inside you when it’s only natural for me to do so? Is that why you bombard me every time you get a craving? Is that why you try to drink potions and throw yourself onto the ground or beat yourself up just to get rid of me? Is it? Is it!”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Naga…I didn’t…” Harry couldn’t control the tears that were threatening to flow out of his eyes.

“You didn’t mean it?” Naga yelled shrilly as he aimed his fists on Harry’s stomach and face. “Well, I guess I didn’t mean that either!”

Naga aimed more fists and feet at Harry, forcing the bloodied Harry to back away closer towards the end of the cliff. He jumped up high and screamed for him to die, throwing more and more wandless blasts at Harry, throwing him in the mid-air and tearing his clothes to shreds. Harry tried to aim blasts with his wand at Naga but to no avail. He was only able to counter some of his blasts but a wand could only do so much against wandless magic. Another aim at the area near the stomach landed Harry onto the ground, making him bleed between his legs again. Harry knew his female parts were being traumatized again, but he had no time to dwell on that matter with Naga’s foot pressurizing his gut.

“It wasn’t my fault I’m here today!” Naga said venomously, his eyes glaring at Harry with pure hatred. “It’s not my fault I’m like this. If you had loved me unconditionally and not said all those mean things to me, we wouldn’t be like this!”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Mother! You could’ve gone along with Father’s plan! You could’ve at least showed a little support for Father’s vision! But no! You had to go against him and turn against his noble agenda! You wanted to take me away from Father so that you can torture me more with your conniving words and evil jeers and taunts, just like you did when I was still inside you!”

“That’s…That’s not true…Your father’s evil, Naga…”

“There is no such thing as good and evil, Mother. Only power,” Naga said as he looked down at Harry under his foot with malice. A slight change began to manifest his body. It was the exact same change Remus had undergone when he was turning from Remus Lupin to Remus the Werewolf. The only difference was that the change did not hurt the young pre-teen. In fact, it came to him very naturally, as if he could change to a werewolf at will. Harry watched in horror as his son slowly grew into the hairy werewolf he was designed to.

“Naga…No…”

“Now I will show you true power,” Naga said in a raspy voice, grinning as much as his wolf features would allow it as he grabbed Harry by the neck. He flung him off the cliff, but not before Harry instinctively cast a Levitation Spell on himself. He levitated himself back onto the cliff and shouted “Rectusempra” at Naga. Naga was only thrown back a little before he jumped onto Harry, scratching him terribly. Another “Rectusempra” sent Naga backing away far enough to let Harry get back into his feet. Harry tried to aim more charms and spells he remembered from the Dueling Club but Naga was able to beat them off easily. Naga concentrated on his hand and threw about a dozen blasts as hard as he could at Harry. Again, it sent him off in the mid-air and threw him off the cliff. Harry was lucky he grabbed hold of some of the rocks at the end of the cliff just in time and soon found himself hanging there for dear life. Naga walked towards him and looked down at him with triumphant victory written all over his face.

“Naga…Please, my son, help me…”

“Can’t do that, Mother. I have a world to conquer and a throne to replace. I have a father to make proud of.”

“I love you, Naga. Don’t do this to me, please. I’m your mother…”

“I don’t have a mother. Not anymore,” Naga’s triumphant look was replaced with a face of icy cold.

“Please…My son…”

“Goodbye, Harry Potter.”

So saying, Naga willed himself off his werewolf looks and stepped hard on Harry’s hand, making it bleed real badly. Harry thought he might have broken a few bones there. He was forced to let go of that hand before feeling the wrath of his foot on his other hand. He looked pleadingly at Naga, begging him to stop, but deep down inside he knew he wasn’t the son he wanted him to be anymore. He was a Death Eater, one of Voldemort’s pawns to carry on his evil legacy. He had changed. He was Prince Naga Marvolo Riddle, the heir of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Salazar Slytherin, not his beautiful, innocent Alberto Alexi Zephyr Janphen Caninus Generus Potter a.k.a. Cookie he swore to love and protect with his life. He was the enemy, and he knew he had to do the thing he feared doing to his own son.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Cookie…”

He shut his eyes tight as he reached his hand for the wand he had dropped just a few inches away from Naga’s ankle. Naga was too engrossed to make him fall to notice him reaching for it. At the almost last minute, he gripped as hard as he could at the wand with his broken hand and aimed it between Naga’s eyes. He had caught him by surprise as he said those Unforgivable words.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

He must’ve shouted out with all his might and focused his powers to the max as the blast of the Killing Curse sent Naga headlong a few miles back. After making sure there were no sudden movements, Harry struggled to climb up the cliff and back to solid ground. He saw before his eyes Naga who lay face down on his stomach, not moving an inch. With trembling hands, Harry turned Naga and held him close to his chest. Naga’s eyes were wide open and his face frozen in an expression of disbelief, as if unable to accept the fact that Harry caught him unaware and killed him. Tears mixed with rain as Harry hugged him in pain and despair, rocking him to and fro and repeating the words, “I’m sorry, Cookie…I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry…”

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The worst was almost over. The people of St. Mungo were finally cured of their Body-Bind Curse and the babies were all rescued and returned back to their rightful parents. Many Aurors were sacrificed or injured, with Draco, Sirius-Kiaran, Remus, Severus, Ron and Hermione having their equal share of being bloodied and bruised, but they managed to apprehend the villains and fix the situation. All the Death Eaters were either killed or arrested. Voldemort was finally apprehended and sent to Azkaban. There was no need for him and the Death Eaters to be tried as their crimes were too much and too unspeakable.

Everyone gathered at the Great Hall to wait for Harry’s return or any sort of news from him while planning a celebration for their victory, but was shocked to see a bloodied Harry appearing at the entrance with Naga’s body in his arms. They felt bad about him having to kill Naga and assured him that he had done the right thing. Ron and Hermione were only too eager to cry and Remus and Sirius-Kiaran too eager to comfort him for his loss. But Harry wasn’t in the mood for mourning or celebration. He had to save it for later. He had an unfinished business to attend to, or more like a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled.

After being healed of his wounds, Severus, Remus, Sirius-Kiaran and Albus accompanied Harry to Voldemort’s cell in Azkaban. The people working there were specifically ordered to leave Voldemort alone and not let him have the Dementor’s Kiss. The rest of the Death Eaters were given the punishment they deserved, may it be a life-sentence in Azkaban or the Kiss. Harry hid the sword of Godric Gryffindor that was given by the old Headmaster behind his back as he entered Voldemort’s cell. Everyone watched with a hint of vengeance and hatred in their eyes at Voldemort who was sitting at a corner with dozens upon dozens of chains around him. The Ministry made sure that those chains were custom made and specially hexed so that the Dark Lord would not try any of his tricks to escape. Voldemort looked up and gave them a rather malicious grin for a welcome.

“Ah, I see you’ve brought my VIP guest here.”

“Voldemort, or should I say Tom Marvolo Riddle,” Albus said in suppressed anger. “You know by the sight of Harry James Potter what awaits your fate.”

“Snivellus, after all I’ve done for you,” Voldemort turned to Severus accusingly. “After all I’ve taught you, you betray me.”

“You taught me nothing,” Severus replied coldly. “I want nothing more than to be rid of you and your Dark Mark you gave me.”

“You can never defeat me. Not entirely. I still have my heir.”

“In case you didn’t know because of where you are,” Harry voiced out quietly, “your heir is dead. I killed him.”

“That’s impossible,” Voldemort laughed with a hint of nervousness. “He’s my most worthy prince. My perfect heir. I chose the best traits for him. I made sure of that. He’s indestructible. He’s invincible. He cannot be defeated by a mere boy like you!”

“Alas, he’s still human, Voldemort. You failed to give him the best trait ever: immortality. Humans make mistakes, as you do.”

“There will be others. There will be other of my loyal subjects willing to continue my legacy. There will be other people who share my vision. You cannot eliminate me entirely. There’s always someone out there to carry on with my work.”

“And they’re being apprehended as we speak,” Sirius-Kiaran said. “We’re getting more and more Death Eaters everyday, thanks to snitches we’ve sent out everywhere. Even your most faithful Wormtail and Lucius Malfoy had been given the Kiss just yesterday. Soon there won’t be anyone left to even think of your so-called ‘visionary thoughts’.”

“You’re defeated, Voldemort,” Harry continued in his quiet tone, gripping hard at the sword behind his back. “Totally, utterly defeated.”

Voldemort let out a yell as he struggled at the chains that bind him. His eyes glazed as insanity over his undeniable defeat took over. His mind only held one thing: to have the blood of Harry in his hands. Harry walked slowly towards the struggling Voldemort and stared down at him long and hard. A second later he aimed the blade of Godric Gryffindor’s sword at his jugular. The cold sharp end of the blade stopped Voldemort’s struggle short. He could only let out a series of strangled moans as he found himself in the mercy of Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived. His eyes bulge wide open as he looked almost pleadingly at the bright green emeralds that stared down at him emotionlessly.

“This is for my son.”

Those were the last quiet words Voldemort heard before his dark black blood splattered all over the walls of his cell.

Who's My Daddy?-Chp11

CHAPTER 11: VISITORS IN THE NIGHT

Harry found himself walking in the midst of a thick fog. He didn’t know how or when he got there, but he knew why he was there.

He was looking for his son.

No sooner he thought about him than he saw two dark figures in front of him. A closer look revealed that it was Lord Voldemort holding the hand of a young pre-teen boy. The smile on Voldemort’s face spelled trouble, and his instincts told him that the hand of the boy he was holding was his son. He ran as fast as he could, yelling after them.

“Cookie! Cookie, come back! It’s me, your mother!”

The boy turned around, revealing his lightning bolt birthmark just near his nape. Harry would’ve been happy that Cookie had acknowledged him hadn’t he been greeted with a pair of ice-cold brown eyes and a venomous reply:

“I don’t have a mother. Not anymore…”

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“COOKIE!”

“Harry! Harry, you alright?”

Harry turned slowly towards the voice, his cheeks wet and salty with tears and sweat. He saw Hermione looking at him worriedly with her hands on his shoulders, trying to comfort him like a mother comforting a child. Much have changed since he last saw her. With her hair that was now straightened and reaching her thighs and her bangs held back with tiny bronze hair clips together with her now matured face, she was a woman of great beauty—maybe even more beautiful than the last time she was dressed up for the Yule Ball during their fourth year.

“Harry! Bloody hell! Thank goodness you’re awake, mate. You got us worried, going out cold like that for almost 3 days!” Ron approached him from the other side of the bed. He, on the other hand, had lost most of his freckles and his unruly hair finally smoothed down to an equivalent of Fred and George’s hairstyle. He looked tanner and built now, and had lost that timid, cowardly look that used to take up residency on his face during his school years.

“Welcome back to the living, Potter. Though I have to say I find it surprising to associate the Golden Boy with night terrors,” the sarcastic tone of Draco prompt Harry to turn to see him leaning on the foot of the bed. He wore his hair almost as long as his father’s, tied neatly with a black ribbon. Nothing much had changed on him, except that he was getting more and more like his old man. An apple that didn’t fall too far form the tree best described Draco Malfoy right now.

As he looked around, trying to bring his dream-like state of mind back to reality, he realized that he was in the familiar grounds of the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. He was lying on the same bed he had been lying on for the past 7 years of his school life. At the entrance of the Hospital Wing, there stood Severus Snape leaning on the wall while Remus and a strawberry-blonde man in an Auror’s uniform coming in hand in hand. Severus Snape still remained the same cold, expressionless Potions Master, but his hair had a few noticeable streaks of gray in between. Remus still looked the same with his clean cut hair and hand-me-down clothes, but the strawberry-blonde Auror was someone new. Sirius was nowhere to be seen. He had expected all the fathers of his child—well, in essence, that is—since Voldemort had mentioned about them playing the part in creating Cookie, but so far, he’s missing out one.

But none of those mattered now. What mattered most to him now was that his baby son was in the hands of his archenemy. His son Cookie was now in enemy lines, and who knows what horror or twisted ideas Lord Voldemort was able to manipulate into his young son’s mind. He had seen and heard everything while he was under the Dark Lord’s captivity in spite of his drugged state. He remembered the horrible taste of sedatives every time he got close to regaining consciousness. He remembered hands touching him and removing his shirt every time he was needed to feed Cookie. He remembered being carried into the hallway with the Levitation Spell and being chained onto the wall before being cast the Cloaking Spell. He heard the entire process of speeding up Cookie’s growth though he couldn’t see a thing hidden behind the spell. He heard everything Voldemort and Wormtail said to his Cookie, whom Voldemort named Prince Naga. He was shocked to find out that Wormtail had been spying on him in his Animagus form, and was horrified that he and Voldemort were using his mean words when he was pregnant to turn Cookie against him. His heart shattered with guilt and pain as Cookie took in every word Voldemort said and him made the decision to join his league.

He didn’t deny that he had said a lot of things he shouldn’t have said and he hadn’t expect Cookie to remember them even in the womb. He wanted to scream out to Voldemort to stop manipulating Cookie. He wanted to just break out of the chains he was in and hold Cookie and apologize for everything he had said. He wanted to tell Cookie that he loved him more than life itself and he wanted to make up for the venomous words and hate he used to feel towards him. His heart ached with joy when he heard Cookie calling him ‘Mother’ and when he saw how beautiful he grew up to be, yet his heart broke when Cookie’s eyes changed from innocence to hatred and vengeance. It was the worst sight ever—even worse than death.

“It’s…It’s my fault…” Harry finally breathed out the words as he went to another bout of tears. “I couldn’t protect my son…I made him into a monster…”

“Oh, Harry…” Hermione’s voice trembled as she reached over to hug him. Harry buried his face into his hands.

“It’s my fault…It’s my fault…”

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Harry lay in bed musing and worrying about what was going on with Cookie and what might happen to him under the influence of Lord Voldemort. The thought of his familiar friends and acquaintances being his son’s essence father didn’t bother him as much as the one he’s thinking right now. After hearing the news of Harry waking up, Albus Dumbledore had come down from his office to visit him, along with a few other professors and especially Hagrid. Harry almost threw a fit demanding to be let out of Hogwarts to find his son and save him. It took one hard slap and a stern warning to stop being so childish from Severus Snape to calm him down when others could not. Almost everyone was surprised because Severus was not known to be physical, but Harry had calmed down eventually.
“Potter.”

Harry gave a sideways glance at Severus Snape who came in with a green jar in his hand. He had that same old look on his face, so Harry still couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head, no matter how hard he tried. He sat up slowly as Severus stopped at the side of his bed.

“Remove your pants, Potter. This ointment would help ease the wounds of your traumatized female parts,” Severus ordered in his usual no-nonsense tone as he sat on the bed.

“Where’s Madame Pomfrey?” Harry asked, surprised. “I thought she handles all the medical stuff.”

“The mediwitch is wanted in another city for today. They were running out of staff for the Quidditch medical team. I just so happen to have some of her medicines as backup in my lab. Now remove your pants.”

Harry nodded awkwardly and tried taking them off under the covers, but Severus grabbed the covers and swished them off him, revealing his bare lower body.

“No need for hiding and being all self-conscious now, Potter. We’re both men.”

“That’s only half true,” Harry felt like blushing as he spread his legs for Severus to do his job. He didn’t know why but the thought of Severus Bloody Snape staring at his naked lower body embarrassed him badly. He almost wished he had his blindfold on right now.

Harry’s breath hitched as he felt Severus touch his female parts with his ointment-covered fingers. It felt a little bit icy and tingling and smelt like mint. The feeling of Severus’ fingers rubbing against his extra genitals made his heart race and his face heat up. As he clutched the bed sheets he realized that he was being aroused. His breathing quickened as Severus rubbed more ointment onto him, and he noticed for a flicker of a second that Severus’ sallow cheeks slightly gained colour. Was he aroused too? Or was he just embarrassed to be touching someone so intimately? Somehow, surprisingly Harry felt a little hurt seeing Severus reacting this way when he has been one of those who shagged him like there’s no tomorrow.

When Harry felt the muscles near his stomach clench, Severus’ hand soon pulled away. He had to admit he felt a little disappointed as he watched Severus nonchalantly closed the lid of the jar and wiped his hands on his hanky. Severus noticed him staring and asked, “What are you looking at, Potter?”

“Nothing,” Harry looked away at first, then considered before saying, “I, uh, was wondering if…well, you know about your…um…connections with Co…I mean, Naga.”

“I have been informed.”

“Voldemort said that you were the one who brought me back home after he duffed me up. Do you remember?”

“I remember it vaguely. It comes and goes but I try not to dwell upon it.”

“He said Wormtail obliviated your memory on that.”

Severus went silent for a while. He seemed to try to take in the reality that he had been manipulated yet again in his life. Finally, after a long silence, he said, “I should’ve known better.”

“It’s beyond your control, Snape. It’s not your fault,” Harry tried to make him feel better.

Severus nodded.

“At least you don’t have to worry about what you’re going to do if Naga actually belongs to you.”

Severus didn’t reply. He picked up the jar and walked towards the Hospital Wing entrance. He stopped and stood there for a minute or so before saying without facing Harry, “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

“Understood,” Harry sighed as he watched Severus leave. Always the hard-headed, self-denying man, he thought. He would never change.

A few moments later, he heard a short greeting from beyond the entrance before seeing Remus and Sirius-Kiaran popped their heads through to make their presence known. Harry smiled at upon seeing them. After Severus’ ‘calming’ slap, he learnt about how Sirius got out of the Veil and came in the form of the newly employed Auror and all that history. He didn’t care what form Sirius was in, as long as he knew that his beloved godfather was still around even after death.

“How are you holding up, son?” Sirius-Kiaran asked, stroking Harry’s unkempt hair.

“I’m not throwing anymore fits, if that’s what you mean,” Harry chuckled. “How about you? How are you going to carry on in this world when you can’t leave the Ministry building for too long in spirit form and you can’t invade someone’s body forever?”

“Well, I haven’t thought about that yet, I must admit. But I’m sure Albus can think of something. He said he’ll look up on ways to help me carry on walking around among the living without having the feeling of throwing up all the time.”

“I guess,” Harry smiled. He trusted Albus Dumbledore. He may have had grudges with him in the past, but deep down inside he knew Albus would do anything that is within his power to help anyone in need.

“I’m…I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you, Harry,” Remus apologized, his face filled with guilt. “I made a mistake on my werewolf change. I didn’t know what got into me.”

“Hey, no big,” Harry waved it away. “I’ve been through worst, if you know what I mean.”

“Thank goodness you get turned into a werewolf only when you’re bitten. I know I’ve scratched you up real bad. I didn’t puncture you or anything now, did I?”

“Heavens forbid if that ever happened! No, don’t worry your socks off. You grabbed my throat in your mouth real bad but you didn’t bite through. I never experienced any change after your ordeal.”

“I guess I have to apologize too,” Sirius-Kiaran voiced out awkwardly. “I thought I was doing the right thing to make you forget your pain.”

“You did the right thing, Siri. I did forget. Thank you for breaking me. Ever since you, well, kinda died, everyone’s been trying to break me.”

“We just wanna let you know that,” Remus said as he reached out to hug Sirius-Kiaran’s arm, “no matter what happened between us, we still love you like our own son.”

Harry watched quietly at Remus’ display of affection. He had always known that Sirius-Kiaran and Remus had this thing for each other since the day he saw them hug at the old manor during Sirius’ escape from Azkaban in his third year. His suspicions were confirmed when he accidentally peeked on them kissing in a room after the meeting of the Order. He knew then that if he were to leave the Dursleys and stay in Grimmauld’s Place, this was what he had to put up with, well, in a good way, that is.

After a little small talk, both Remus and Sirius-Kiaran kissed Harry goodnight on the cheek and left. 2 minutes later Draco appeared at the entrance leaning on the wall like he used to whenever he needed to insult Harry by surprise. It was Hogwarts all over again.

“Well, well, well. Fancy seeing three fags puckering up on each other,” Draco said in his usual teasing way.

“Bug off, Malfoy. One rescue is not enough to make up for what you’ve done to me in the past,” Harry said irritably. “Besides, you’re a really bad fucker.”

“Watch your tongue, Potter. I wouldn’t have had sex with you if it weren’t for the fact that you’re a fucking prick! Don’t get me wrong, Potter. I didn’t do it because I had a fetish for you or even a crush on you or whatnot. You pissed me off real bad, and I wanted you to feel hurt. It was just an act of anger. Nothing else. Nothing’s gonna change between us. You’re still the same bloody prick you used to be and I still don’t like you one bit. You’re lucky that kid has nothing to do with me.”

Harry wasn’t angry. He didn’t look the least bit offended. He knew Draco was jealous. He didn’t really hate him like he claimed he was. In fact, Harry smiled and said, “You mean you’re lucky the kid has nothing to do with you. I’ve felt worse hurt, Malfoy. The Dark Lord your father is so proud of definitely delivered more hurt and pain than you can imagine, believe me. At least you gave me a good time, even if it was only for a little while.”

Harry thought Draco blushed a little in awkwardness. Draco looked away for a while and muttered, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Potter. You weren’t much of a good fuck anyway.”

“At least we can be a little bit more civilized with each other. For starters, we can associate each other in a slight friendly matter, like calling each other by our first name.”

Draco was silent for about 5 seconds before mumbling hesitantly, “Whatever, Harry.”

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it, Draco?”

Draco huffed and left the room. Harry lay back on bed, feeling suddenly relaxed after being able to get his feelings towards his archenemy off his shelf. He wondered if he and Draco would ever become friends. Tough chance, but not impossible. Soon he let out a yawn and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to claim him.

He was only half an hour through his sleep when he felt like someone was watching him. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Ron propping his head on the bed and staring at him intently. Harry rubbed his eyes groggily and yawned.

“Ron? What are you doing here?”

“Sorry to wake you,” Ron apologized. “I was trying to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine, thanks for your concern,” Harry replied as he turned his body around to face Ron. “So how did the proposal go? Did I miss out anything good during the graduation party?”

“You missed a bloody hell tons of good stuff, mate. The whole school was cheering and clapping and going stark raving mad. Even Ginny was so impressed that she didn’t tell on me for drinking myself silly. Colin Creevey went into one of his picture-taking frenzy and all that and…”

“So how did Mione take your ‘extra outdoor activity’ with me?” Harry popped out the question Ron wished he never asked. Ron blushed like hell and looked at his twiddling thumbs.

“You should’ve seen her. She was ranting and raving and crying like a schoolgirl when I tried to apologize to her. She was beating me on the chest—which bloody hell hurt, by the way—and I had to hold her tight to stop her from giving me any more bruises. She even threatened to break off the engagement and leave me. But she eventually calmed down after almost an hour of crying in my arms and finally said that the past is the past and that I was young and stupid back then.”

“So she forgave you?”

“Yup. She forgave me and kept the ring. I waited until she’s asleep before I came down here.”

“Ah, deciding to take your insomnia out on me, eh? What would you do if you find out that Naga is yours?”

“Bloody hell, I don’t know! I mean, I might take responsibility for it but I don’t think I could live with the guilt, not to mention the thought of betraying Mione.”

“So be thankful he isn’t. Although I’m not so glad about Voldemort being the father.”

“I’m sorry, Harry. If only I could…”

“Don’t blame yourself for the past, Ron. Like Mione said, we were young and stupid back then. We’re still gonna friends, right?”

“Always.”

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Naga eyed at the Dark mark on his left wrist. It moved in its menacing way and Naga’s eyes twinkled in fascination. It was only when Voldemort entered his room that he stopped ogling over the Mark.

“Father.”

“It’s a fine mark on you, my prince,” Voldemort said as he took Naga’s left wrist and regarded the Mark. “You make a fine powerful wizard after me.”

“I wish nothing more than that.”

“Remember, you’re a prince born of privileges. You are Naga Marvolo Riddle, heir of Lord Voldemort and future ultimate wizard who will reign supreme and be feared and revered by all.”

“I will remember that always.”

Voldemort nodded in approval before getting up and leaving his son’s room. Suddenly Naga stood and said, “Father, I have a plan.”

“What sort of plan?”

“Something you’ll find deliciously interesting.”

Who's My Daddy?-Chp10

CHAPTER 10: GETTING HARRY BACK

The hallway of an old abandoned manor was dark and gloomy as it was only lit with small candles running out of wax on old worn-out chandeliers. There were old, torn furniture that have seen better days scattered around the hallway in a careless fashion. In the middle of the hallway, there gathered a huge group of hooded people with skeleton masks across their faces. Among them were ours truly Severus Snape, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Remus and Sirius-Kiaran, all dressed in dark and hooded, blending into the crowd.

“Are you sure this is going to work? I’m feeling rather out of place right now,” Ron whispered, almost going into the verge of stuttering.

“Relax, Ron. Just try to blend in,” Hermione whispered back, looking around warily to see if they were being watched.

“Blend in? How do you expect me to blend in when we’re surrounded by the enemies?”

“I don’t know! Just pretend that you’re one of them. You know perfectly clear that this is the only way we can save him.”

“Oh, that’s really reassuring for a start.”

“Honestly, you two,” Draco sighed tiredly. “Another one of your bickering and you’ll get us all into serious deathly trouble.”

“It’s not my fault that…” Hermione’s retaliation was stopped short by Remus’ hush.

“Quiet down, all of you. You’re blowing off our cover,” Remus hissed before turning to Sirius-Kiaran and asked, “How are you holding up, Padfoot? You’ve possessed that body for a long while. I worry about the host.”

“Don’t fret, Moony,” Sirius-Kiaran replied. “I’m holding up fine and my host’s spirit is sleeping rather peacefully right now. If he can survive my previous possession, I’m sure he can survive this one.”

“Hush,” Severus’ warning tone brought everyone in attention. “The Dark Lord is approaching.”

As soon as he said it, the atmosphere of the hallway became dark and grim. An aura began to emerge in front of all the gathered Death Eaters as Voldemort slowly apparated into the clearing they made for him. The candles on the chandeliers flickered viciously, threatening to blow themselves out upon the presence of the dark entity that invaded the place. Soon, Lord Voldemort stood in full form with a bundle in his hand. The younger fake Death Eater, namely Ron, Hermione and Draco, held their breaths as they witnessed the legendary Dark Lord face to face for the first time. Remus, Sirius-Kiaran and Severus narrowed their eyes with wary, the sight of the Dark Lord all too familiar to them to be awed at.

“Welcome, my faithful friends,” Voldemort spoke in his devilish tone as he removed his hood and unwrapped the bundle in his arms, revealing a tiny pale baby sucking his thumb as he slept peacefully. “Tonight is a night of celebration, for I, Lord Voldemort, have officially become the proud father of a child worthy to continue my legacy and reign of terror. Behold, my son Naga, your Prince!”

“Hail, Prince Naga!” the Death Eaters exclaimed in unison, repeating it almost five times before Voldemort raised his hand to silence them. He signaled for Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail to come forward.

“Wormtail, bring me the solution.”

“Yes, master,” Wormtail replied in his raspy voice and reached into his robes. He fished out a hexagon-shaped bottle made of glass that contained some sort of milky-brown liquid. Voldemort took it and fed it to the baby while chanting some sort of monotonous spell. As if in cue, the Death Eaters chanted along with him without hesitation. Severus gasped a little. He knew this spell well.

“No…it cannot be…”

“What? What is it?” Sirius-Kiaran asked, pretending to follow along the chanting.

“It’s a Rapid Growth Serum the Dark Lord is feeding the child,” Severus whispered. “The serum has to come along with a spell to take effect. The Dark Lord is trying to force the child to grow up…”

“To let the child inherit the legacy throne quicker!” Remus finished his sentence. “That devil…!”

All of a sudden, a blinding flash engulfed the entire hallway and extinguished all the candles on the chandeliers. Everyone, even Wormtail and Voldemort had to shield their eyes from the light as the baby floated off the Dark Lord’s arms and into the mid-air. A change began as the mop of hair on the baby’s head grew longer and his limbs stretched. The baby cried at the sudden transformation he was going through—it sounded like the pain was killing him. After what seemed like hours, the blinding light finally subsided and darkness engulfed the hallway. The Death Eaters muttered worriedly at each other, wondering what had just happened. It was only when Voldemort used his wand to relit the candles that they saw what replaced the small, innocent-looking little baby was a naked pre-teen with bright brown eyes, silver-blonde hair and skin as pale as the moon. He was kneeling on the ground hugging himself and crying, shivering in the cold, and while he tried to look up and blink his eyes open, a small birthmark shaped like a lightning bolt could be seen just near his nape.

“Behold, everyone!” Voldemort’s voice boomed. “Bow down to your future master, your Prince Naga Marvolo Riddle!”

“Hail, Prince Naga!” the Death Eaters went down on one knee as they knelt before the little boy still shivering with cold and trying to hold back the upcoming tears. It seemed to him as if the transformation still hurt him to move.

“I am grateful to say that if it weren’t for the traits I have chosen from Lucius Malfoy’s son and Severus Snape, my son wouldn’t have come to being. Lucius, Severus, stand up to receive your ovation.”

Lucius stood up almost immediately while Severus tried to act as casual as he could as the rest of the Death Eaters clapped their hands and congratulated them. Draco looked at his father in disgust. Was this the person that he had looked up to all these years? Being pathetically submissive and law-abiding when he was taught not to? He was disappointed at him during his fifth year when Voldemort was rumoured to be in full reign. That disappointment had just gone up a notch.

“F…Father…?” the boy voiced out tentatively as Voldemort took one of his hands and helped him up. Wormtail immediately went over to the young prince and wore him a dark green cloak. Sirius-Kiaran grimaced in disgust at Wormtail’s actions. Always the butt-kisser and the idolizer, he thought.
“My precious Prince Naga,” Voldemort caressed the boy’s face, his expression a mixture of pride and malice. “Welcome to the world. I have waited so long for this.”

“Mother…? Where is Mother?” Naga asked, looking around questioningly at all the hooded people in front of him.

“Your Mother is right here,” Voldemort said as he snapped his fingers. All the Death Eater, including the fakes, gasped as the Cloaking Spell was disabled to reveal the famous Boy Who Lived Harry James Potter chained onto the dusty wall of the hallway, slumped in a stupor. He was only dressed in an old, smudge-filled T-Shirt dress and he looked like he needed a nice long bath.

“That’s right, my faithful friends. For those who did not know, he is the person I used to carry Naga to term. I do not deny that he is powerful in his own way, which is why such worthy a foe is perfect to be the mother of the child I have planned to lead you all.”

“Mother!” Naga wanted to rush up to Harry but Voldemort stopped him.

“Are you willing to accept a mother who hated you ever since you existed?”

“But…” Naga’s face bunched up a little as if remembering something from a long, distant past. “But it’s not Mother’s fault. He was just angry. He never meant what he said…”

“Anger is something no one can truly subside,” Voldemort said as he turned him away from Harry. “Your mother had always been angry with me, and now knowing that you’re part of me, what are the chances of your mother not being angry with you again and not mean anything he said?”

“I…I don’t know, Father…”

“Look around you, Naga my son. You are born of privileges. You are born to serve the greatest destiny ever. You are born to lead these people who would love, honour and fear you more than anything else, and you will continue my righteous legacy and spread the reign of terror and tyranny among the wizarding world. You are born out of the most prefect traits and powers I had chosen to bestow upon you and I have chosen your mother as the final piece of the puzzle because he had survived the Killing Curse when others could not. Your mother did not appreciate this great opportunity to rule alongside you and I and was angered by my plans. He doesn’t deserve to be part of this legacy. He doesn’t deserve to live, as I believe you think the same way.”

“But…” Naga stole another glance at the unconscious Harry. “He’s still…my mother…”

“Remember what he called you before?” Voldemort whispered at his ear.

“No…He didn’t mean it…” Naga was still in denial.

“He called you a ‘troublesome piece of growth that wasn’t supposed to be there’,” Wormtail grinned as he whispered at his other ear. “I was there in my rat form when your father asked me to search for your mother’s whereabouts. I heard everything.”

“No…Stop…Please…” Naga cried as he put his hands over his ears, not wanting to hear those venomous words repeated again.

“It’s either hearing those words again for the rest of your life with your mother,” Voldemort laid his hands on Naga’s shoulders, “or taking control of the situation with me.”

With tears flowing down his cheeks, Naga’s brown eyes became icy cold as he slowly got rid of his self-denial and self-pity. He held out his left wrist, ready to be branded with the Dark Mark, and whispered coldly, “I don’t have a mother. Not anymore.”

In the midst of the triumphant Death Eaters, Ron’s heart ached worse than what the other fakes were feeling, unable to watch anymore of this display. He turned to Draco with determination written all over his face.

“We gotta save Harry now! It’s the only chance we’ve got while they’re distracted.”

“Don’t be daft, weasel! This isn’t the time to be brash about this! I’m not going to be gallivanting around…”

“You’d say anything to watch Harry go down! I don’t care! I’m going!” Ron finally said out loud, then threw off his hood and cloak and yelled as he ran through the crowd, “Hang on, Harry! We’re coming to get you!”

“This is what you get when penniless ignorant wizards and witches reproduce,” Draco groaned in dismay.

Their cover was blown. There’s no use in hiding and blending in. Ron, Hermione, Draco, Remus and Sirius-Kiaran whipped out their wands and started attacking the Death Eaters as they made their way through them to get to Harry. Harry stirred a little at the noise but made no attempt to wake up. Severus was a little torn. Should he prove his loyalty to Voldemort by pretending to fight alongside with the Death Eaters? Should he blow his cover and join the rest to fight the dark league? Should he take this chance of relieving himself off the burden of a double agent or should he continue playing both sides to stay alive?

In the end, his conscience betrayed his intentions. He removed the Death Eater attire he had worn since he first joined the League of the Dark marks and ran through the clearing made by his teammates. He used the Disarming Spell on both Wormtail and Naga who ended up being thrown back and hit Voldemort off balance. He then yelled “Alohomora” to undo the chains on Harry and caught him before he lands face first on the floor. Everything happened almost less than 30 seconds.

“Let’s leave this place! Now!” Severus ordered as he closed his eyes tight and, with Harry in his arms, willed himself to apparate. The rest followed one by one, leaving the remaining dazed Death Eaters, Wormtail, Naga and Voldemort to fend for themselves.

As Voldemort slowly picked himself off the floor, he smirked knowingly and hissed, “So, Snivellus, you wish for death? So be it.”

Who's My Daddy?-Chp9

CHAPTER 9: GETTING THE CHILD BACK

“This is bloody hell outrageous! Why did Harry run out on us again?”

“Maybe because he couldn’t stand looking at your carrot top or your weasel looks.”

“How dare you say that to my fiancé! Aren’t you even the slightest bit worried about where Harry might have gone to!”

The older men watched a little in amusement at the three young adults as they bickered and argued with each other like school children in Dumbledore’s office. The entire St. Mungo was in an uproar when they found out their VIP patient had disappeared yet again. Reporters from all newspaper and tabloid magazine companies, including The Quibbler and Daily Prophet, were there asking dozens of questions as to where Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived might have gone to. The hospital staff went all over the building, searching high and low in vain for Harry. Winnie took the blow rather seriously. In tears, she kept blaming herself for not watching over Harry more closely. She kept saying that she should’ve noticed signs of Harry wanting to leave and was babbling about him not supposed to move when his female parts have not fully recovered and disappeared. Albus Dumbledore had to hold her tightly and assured her over and over again that Harry would be alright and that he would do everything in his power to find Harry. The world cannot afford to lose him again now that he’s back.

“What are the chances of him going far?” Severus asked, practically ignoring the bickering trio while Remus tried to break them up.

“With his state, I doubt he’ll be able to go any further,” Dumbledore replied as he walked over to his desk. “Winnie said that he is not fit to move at all. He has to be bedridden for at least 2 months before he’s allowed to even stand. She’s worried that traumatizing his female parts before they disappear might make his hermaphrodite anatomy permanent.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Remus asked worriedly as he finally separated Draco and Ron who were ready to lash out at each other violently.

“Maybe,” Dumbledore sighed. “But then again, we can’t take any chances. Harry is after all originally male. The imbalance of hormones in his body might be a threat to his health. Some magically changed hermaphrodites are known to live no longer than 30 years of age due to chemical imbalance.”

“You’re Kiaran Featherworth, right?” Draco asked when he realized that Sirius-Kiaran had been with them ever since he helped with the search of Harry in the hospital. “I’ve seen you often during Auror missions. What exactly are you doing at St. Mungo, anyway?”

“Oh, I’ve been a very big fan of Harry ever since I heard he defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I only came to visit him to pay my respects and meet him in the flesh. Guess I arrived a tad too late.” Sirius-Kiaran surprised himself with such fluent lying. Well, he wasn’t actually lying. Part of the memory he had on the original Kiaran told him that he really was a big fan of Harry Potter.

“I can see that,” Ron eyed him suspiciously before continuing, “So what are you doing here with us anyway? Shouldn’t you be at the Ministry reporting to anyone in charge to find Harry?”

“I, uh, kinda figured that since you’re in a mix here, you might as well need all the help you can get. After all, I am serious about wanting to meet Harry in the flesh.”

While the others took in whatever Sirius-Kiaran said, Dumbledore looked at everyone with a knowing eye. He noticed that of all the people to show up, they were the first to arrive. He had no doubt that Ronald and Hermione would show up to see their best friend regardless of where he is or what happens to him, and that Remus, although his grief over Sirius’ death that made him a recluse was understandable, had an obligation to look out for Harry’s wellbeing for Sirius, but Draco Malfoy who wished nothing more than to see his archenemy gone? Severus Snape who despised him five thousand times worse than other students and would rather teach dunderheads than the Boy Who Lived? A young Auror who was a total stranger with no connections whatsoever with Harry? Of all people, why them? Even the public took their time to come over to St. Mungo in fear that they were given false hope of their saviour’s return, so why did they show almost immediately after hearing the news? Suspicions grew and Dumbledore was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“While we’re all here, answers to my questions need to be first satisfied,” Dumbledore said as he leaned back on his chair. “Since you all are the people who at least knew Harry more than anyone else, perhaps one of you can tell me who do you suspect the father of Harry’s child might be? After all, I do believe you all showed up to visit Harry isn’t just to wish him well now, am I right?”

Hermione made her guesses almost immediately. Severus was looking away with a very slightly flushed face, pretending to think. Remus muttered “I’m not so sure…” and looked down, pretending to be very interested at his hand-me-down shoes. Ron nodded at every guess Hermione made, pretending to agree with her. Draco had his arms crossed and refused to say anything. Sirius-Kiaran fingered the broom he was holding, practically at lost of words. Dumbledore suddenly had this weird twinkle in his eye after seeing all their reactions.

“Your guesses are possible, Ms. Granger, but I doubt they’re really true. Well, since we’re not sure, I’ve decided to do a little sleuthing of my own.” So saying, Dumbledore searched inside his robes and fished out a picture of a baby sleeping in his crib. He had got it from Winnie who took that picture a few hours after he was born, bathed and clothed. He took out his wand and waved it around the picture, whispering a few magic words. An almost transparent image of Harry floated above the picture, hugging himself and smiling his usual innocent smile. Everyone felt touched seeing him. That was the exact same smile he had when he first came to Hogwarts—the smile that was innocent and naïve, without worries, untainted and untouched by the cruel fate he had endured in the past. That was the Harry they remembered. That was the Harry they liked.

Then, one by one behind Harry’s image, five men emerged. First it was the grinning redhead Ron, then the greasy shoulder-length hair Severus, then the proud and vain blonde Draco, and then the chocolate-brown hair Remus with his clothes that have seen better days, and finally the strikingly handsome Sirius. Everyone in the room held their breaths as they saw their image appear and coming closer towards Harry’s image, ready to hug him. Guilt swept in and overwhelmed them like a huge tidal wave. Before they knew it, another bigger image that dominated their images emerged from behind them and held out a hand. Harry’s image turned around and watch with a small trace of fear as the bigger image pulled Ron, Severus, Draco, Remus and Sirius’ image towards him and held them tight in his grasp. The image was no other than the evil, overpowering tyrant: Lord Voldemort.

“Oh…my…God…” Hermione breathed her words, her face going as white as a sheet of paper. Ron’s knees wobbled and almost gave way, his eyes unable to meet his fiancé. Draco shivered at the sight of the Dark Lord his father had been praising about ever since he was born. Severus’ face may look expressionless, but his heart was pounding furiously in fear at the aura of Voldemort that threatened to tear down the walls of Dumbledore’s office. Sirius-Kiaran was fighting hard not to lose himself in rage upon seeing his archenemy. Only when Dumbledore whispered a spell to make the images disappear that the tense atmosphere around them slowly subsided.

“What is the meaning of this…?” Severus’ words came out barely a whisper.

“Albus, I don’t understand!” Remus turned to Dumbledore. “Why is Sirius in the image? I thought he was supposed to be dead. Why…?”

“That you’ll have to ask our Kiaran Featherworth here,” Dumbledore turned to look at Sirius-Kiaran. “He seemed to know something.”

Sirius-Kiaran was taken aback. He didn’t think that he would be found. But then again, it was Albus Dumbledore he’s dealing with. He closed his eyes and willed himself out of Kiaran’s body, but he only allowed half of himself to emerge. He didn’t want to have the feeling of nausea again while he’s away from the Ministry building. He needed to have the feel of Kiaran on him to keep him on track.
As expected, everyone was shocked to see him. Severus looked at him as if he saw Sirius the Man Who Just Bloody Won’t Die. Both Ron and Hermione burst into a mixture of sad and happy tears seeing their old friend back, and Draco was looking at Sirius in silent awe. Remus was speechless, watching his love reappear in front of him eyes with tears flowing uncontrollably. His love. How long has it been since he last saw him disappear into the Veil? To see him here even in his spirit form was a miracle, a dream come true.

“Sorry I couldn’t find you anytime sooner, Remy,” Sirius said awkwardly as he slowly returned back to Kiaran’s body, becoming Sirius-Kiaran once again. “And sorry you had to see me like this and find out about me cheating on you…”

Remus silenced him by hugging him tightly. His tears wet his shoulder as he whispered, “I have wronged you too. I’m sorry…”

“Looks like a happy reunion for lost lovers and old friends,” Severus muttered as he watched Ron and Hermione rush over to hug Sirius-Kiaran and sob all over him as well. He turned to Dumbledore and said, “So, what exactly is this image showing? Who is the real father then?”

“Sorry to say that the child belongs fully to Voldemort. It looks like Voldemort has been using all of your essence to create a child with Harry Potter,” Dumbledore rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “For what reasons, we’ve yet to know. I didn’t know Harry had been leading such a colourful life, and I didn’t know all of you have been indulging into it.”

“An inevitable act of emotion, that’s all it is,” Draco replied coldly, not wanting to meet the glares of others. Hermione let go of Sirius-Kiaran’s arm she was hugging and turned towards the old headmaster.

“Albus, do you think that maybe Voldemort has taken Harry away? Since it’s his child, he must’ve known the news of Harry giving birth. Could he have kidnapped Harry and the baby?”

“Most possibly. He is, after all, a very ambitious man. He must’ve had a big plan up his sleeves to be creating a child with his archenemy. If it’s true that Voldemort has taken custody of Harry and his son, we’ve got our work cut out for us. Voldemort is notorious for having secret hideouts and secret meetings. Without Harry to tell us where he could be through his visions, our hands are tied.”

“Maybe not.”

Everyone turned towards Severus who was clutching his left wrist, his face showing a slight pain. Between the gaps of his fingers, everyone saw something glowing like hot coals on his wrist. Those who knew the Death Eater traits well knew what this meant.

“Voldemort summons?” Dumbledore asked.

“A convenient way for him to use the Dark Mark,” Severus nodded. He removed his hand to show everyone the Dark Mark glowing as if there was a fire within his wrist burning through his skin that bore the mark of a skeleton with a snake for a tongue. Almost simultaneously, everyone had the same idea.

Who's My Daddy?-Chp8

CHAPTER 8: LOST YET UNFORTUNATELY FOUND

Harry was walking weakly through a lonely alley, holding his son in one hand and dragging his broom with the other. After hearing from Winnie Dumbledore the midwife saying that people from Hogwarts were coming to visit him, he panicked. He wasn’t ready to face them. He had been missing in action away from the eyes of those familiar to him and he sure wasn’t too keen on getting reacquainted with them. Not just yet. He was grateful that after escaping through the window of his ward, he was able to find some place alone to walk down and figure where he should disappear next.

It’s not that he didn’t want to see whoever was going to visit him. He had been yearning to see at least someone he knew after being gone for so long from the wizarding world. Taking care of himself during the pregnancy wasn’t easy, especially when he can’t go back to the Muggle world to the only family he had who wouldn’t even bother to give a damn about him. They never even bothered to suggest to him coming back when he decided to not go back after Sirius’ death. They replied Headmaster Dumbledore’s letter of persuasion to take him back with these exact words: You can keep him if you want. He’s of no use to us but a burden. No one can love a pebble in their shoe. Good riddance to bad rubbish! Harry didn’t mind—didn’t care, even—that the Dursleys didn’t want him around anymore in their home. Not that they’ll be any help even if they knew about Sirius’ death or his pregnancy. It would mean a great deal if he’s actually being visited by people who actually cared about him and would accept him regardless of what he had become or what he had been through.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t face them. Most probably because of guilt, he guessed. He hadn’t been the best role model and the best friend to those who cared and looked up to him after Sirius’ death and his long talk with Headmaster Dumbledore about his prophesied destiny. He should’ve been grateful for Dumbledore to issue him full immunity so as not to be burdened by other problems of his doing, but he misused that immunity to do things that tainted his bitter reputation even more. He knew he had done things that could easily expel him with just one letter and a break of a wand, but knowing that immunity made him untouchable bloated up his confidence and gave him even more courage to do worse things. He knew that many people and almost the entire staff of Hogwarts knew about his late night escapades and maybe his ‘part-time job’, but they were forced to ignore him and he was freer to do his bidding without any interference.

Honestly speaking, he never thought of wanting to indulge in this selling sex job in the first place. It was when he had his first sex with a senior that gave him the idea. The senior from Hufflepuff was leaving Hogwarts the next day and he wanted to have the best memory taken home, and since he had always had this small crush on the Boy Who Lived, he suggested during his graduation night that he wanted his best memory to be having a one night stand with Harry. Harry didn’t think the idea was too good at first, but all reason was thrown out of the window immediately as the Hufflepuff senior began tickling his sensitive navel. The senior, who was also a Prefect, took him to the Prefect’s bathroom and rammed him onto the wall, eager to get it on with him. It was painful for his first time, but also the most pleasurable. As soon as they were done and the senior led Harry back to Gryffindor dorm, Harry began to realize that sex was the best thing next to drugs to forget about his problems, and that it was much better than getting the satisfaction out of his act of rebelliousness. Hence, the prostitution. Not only he gets high with orgasm, he earns a little extra quick cash at the same time.

He stole a look at Cookie sleeping peacefully in his arms. His vision blurred, his eyes filled with tears. He was devastated when he found out he was pregnant. During the last few weeks of his seventh year, he began to have bouts of nausea and he had to go to the bathroom to puke every ten minutes. Due to his immunity, no one questioned his lack of showing up in class, not even Prof. Snape. He lay on bed feeling like the whole world was bobbing up and down like a boat giving him seasickness and it was a miracle for him to even able to stay focus in the exams without having to plunge his head through the toilet bowl the next second. He didn’t want to go to Madame Pomfrey for help for fear of letting Hogwarts know what was wrong with him before he did. He went off on another late night escapade, not on another ‘service’, but to a mediwizard famous for his secretive reputation. He blindfolded himself before entering his quarters and let the mediwizard checked him. The horrifying verdict was made: He was pregnant, and that someone had hexed his genitals—making him a temporary hermaphrodite—to allow him to become pregnant. Abortion was out of the question because whoever hexed him also created a counter for any drugs or spells to allow abortion to work, like some kind of force field.

Harry knew he had to leave. He knew he had to avoid meeting up with anyone he knew to avoid questions. He knew that whatever happened to him would not be taken lightly both by the Ministry of Magic and the public. People would be questioning him, asking him how he got this child and finding out what he had been secretly doing every late night of his last 3 years in Hogwarts. They would look down at him and disapprove of him, worse, even disown him from the wizarding world. He didn’t want that. He had been disowned by his own Muggle family. He didn’t want to be disowned by the people he felt belonged to. So, during graduation night, after wishing Ron good luck on his proposal to Hermione and slipping him the 1917 Burgundy, he gathered all his things and flew off. He found himself a nice little cottage which was abandoned for many years and stayed there throughout his pregnancy, living off with the money he had saved servicing people and some from Gringotts. At first, he cast a growth-stopping spell to stop the growth of the baby and, with the little knowledge he had on Potions, tried to create his own abortion potions to see if any of them would work on getting rid of the child. But nothing seemed to work. In fact, as soon as he swallowed the potion, something inside his body forced him to puke it out, no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. The growth-stopping spell immediately lost effect as soon as he puked out the potion, and Harry cursed everyday at the child within him for being such a pain in the ass. He tried physical ways to abort the baby but there was always an invisible force that stopped him in his tracks.

As his belly grew, so was his hate towards the child within it. He couldn’t blame the father of the child because he didn’t know to whom it belonged to, so he took it out all on the baby. He kept scolding and complaining, saying that he wished the baby was dead or that it was practically sucking off the energy from him or that it’s making him look fat, anything to make himself feel better. When the baby kicked or moved in him, he would frown and scold the baby, telling it that if it did that one more time, he was going to purposely fall down and kill him. Even when he had cravings for the outrageous things, he put the blame all on the child. The only one time he truly felt love for the child in him was when he accidentally cut his thigh when he dropped the scissors while cutting some Spell-O-Tape for his poster of a Muggle singer. He only noticed the blood when he was getting ready for shower and all of a sudden he was horrified and worried for the baby’s life, thinking he was bleeding because of a miscarriage. Only when he saw where the blood was really coming from and when he felt the baby’s reassuring kick, he realized his mistake. In fact, he was so relieved that he burst into tears and hugged his belly in relief, crying as he rocked to and fro, saying “My baby…My baby, I love you…” over and over again.

When it was time for him to give birth, he had planned to look for the mediwizard that checked him. But somehow, the mediwizard was out of town and he couldn’t think of anyone else to help him deliver the baby. He tried to deliver it himself but after an hour of excruciating pain, he knew he needed professional help. So he had no choice but to go to the ever familiar St. Mungo. His broom could barely support his weight and was flying slower than usual, but he got there eventually. The first person to help him was, of course, Winnie Dumbledore and the doctor in charge for that shift. She practically yelled the whole hospital down for assistance and she was there throughout the whole painful ordeal of childbirth. Surprisingly, it was after the pain that made Harry realized how he truly loved his son. He felt sorry for everything he had said to him in the past and guilty for the hard feelings he had for him throughout his pregnancy. All he felt for little Cookie now was an unending love and a vow to devote his life to him.

Suddenly he felt wet and sore between his legs. He looked down and was horrified to see blood seeping through his pants and trickling down on the floor he walked. He was even horrified that the blood didn’t start there; there was a long trail behind him when he started walking down this alley. He had lost so much blood that he felt dizzy and his legs wobbly. Harry quickly searched for a dark corner to hide and sit. He shouldn’t have moved. Winnie had warned him about his hexed anatomy. She had told him that his female parts had not fully recovered and disappeared and a slight strain would cause it to be traumatized and bleed. It might even make his hermaphrodite state permanent and wouldn’t go away. He should’ve listened to Winnie. He should’ve stayed in bed. He shouldn’t have been so eager to leave. But all regret was too late.

Just when he thought he was going to lose consciousness, someone approached him. The stranger had a hood over his head, so he couldn’t see his face. But as soon as he spoke, he recognized him immediately.

“Well now, Harry Potter. Fancy seeing you here.”

“You…!”

“Come now,” the stranger said as he took his wrist. “We must get you to some place comfortable. You wouldn’t want the baby to freeze in this cold weather now, would you?”

“Let go of me…!” Harry hissed but he was carried almost immediately into the stranger’s arms.
“Now, now, Harry. Be careful of the baby. Don’t drop him,” the stranger grinned as he apparated all of them into a candle-lit room. There was a four-post bed at the far end of the room and a few more hooded men were waiting at either side of it. The stranger brought the struggling Harry towards the bed and lay him there, but not before forcefully taking Cookie out of his arms. The other hooded men got the cue and took each of Harry’s wrists, fastening them with chains that were attached to the bed posts. Harry watched in horror as the stranger stroke Cookie’s chin.

“Let me go! Don’t you dare touch my son! You let Cookie go! You leave him alone! Give him back to me!”

“Cookie?” the stranger grinned mockingly. “What an inappropriate name for someone as fine as him. I’d prefer something more high-classed than this.”

“My choice of name for my son is none of your damn business! Give me back my son!”

“What? Like Alberto Alexi Zephyr Janphen Caninus Generus Potter? Please! I know you can do better than that. That’s too much of a mouthful even for you. Do you even realize why those names suddenly popped out of your head for no reason?”

Harry glared at him challengingly. In truth, he didn’t know why he suddenly decided to give his son such a long name, but he refused to admit it. He wanted to see what smart-ass answers the stranger could give him.

“Hmm, how should I put it? Oh, yes, they were all the middle names of the ideal people I chose of traits to put into this child, of course, my middle name is not Generus. My middle name does not mean ‘stranger’ either. Honestly, Potter boy, I doubt much of your ‘motherly’ intuition in choosing names.”

“You sure look mighty strange to me,” Harry muttered, earning a slap from one of the hooded men.
“Please, gentlemen, be gentle,” the stranger said. “After all, he did just give birth to my son.”

“Your son? What do you mean ‘your son’? He’s my son!”

“Correction, Harry. He’s our son. You wouldn’t think I would let Ronald Alberto Weasley, Severus Alexi Snape, Draco Zephyr Malfoy, Remus Janphen Lupin and Sirius Caninus Black, either one of them, to be the father of the child I plan to use to continue my legacy now, would you?”

“Ron, Severus, Draco, Remus and Sirius…? What…are you talking about…?”

“Oh, I forgot. I gave you such a climax that you were knocked out even before I started my sacred ritual. You see, my snitches told me you have been selling sex to people out of grief ever since your poor godfather died, so I came up with a plan. Honestly I was a little disappointed at how you turned out to be, but then again, it kind of benefited me. I’m not getting any younger, boy, and I need at least an heir to carry on with my legacy and continue to spread fear and tyranny upon the people. But not just any heir. I want someone that was worthy and powerful. Someone that wouldn’t be defeated and make mistakes that I’ve made so easily. I knew that some of the clients you’ve entertained are of good traits and backgrounds, maybe even from a long line of powerful wizards and witches, so I decided to combine those traits and create the perfect spirit for my heir, and who better than a combination of my genes, those of the best traits and the genes of the Boy Who Lived?

“Of course, I knew you would recognize my voice straightaway—I do make good impressions on people—so I stayed quiet throughout my union with you. Oh, it was a thrill to see you squirm and beg for mercy. I wanted you to feel my true power. I wanted you to feel the real me. I wanted you to feel the power within me and show you what I can really do to you. But I guess I was too eager. You climaxed and passed out before I got my release. I tried to sort among the dozens of clients you’ve serviced by tracing the aura they left behind after having their way with you. None of them fit. That is until I found the perfect five. Ronald Alberto Weasley for his devoted loyalty and courage, Severus Alexi Snape for his talents and his Death Eater traits, Draco Zephyr Malfoy for his cunningness and his pride, Remus Janphen Lupin for his savage werewolf traits and Sirius Caninus Black for his beauty and intelligence. The perfect combination. Of course, I was surprised that your godfather fits in the equation…”

“You’re a liar! Sirius is dead! I watched him die! He can’t be alive!”

“Oh, true, he’s not alive,” the stranger pointed. “But he was possessing someone’s body while he was having sex with you, so his aura is still able to be left behind on you even though he was in another body. It’s the essence within that counts, Potter boy. I changed you into a temporary hermaphrodite so that you would be able to carry my seed, and while my seed merged with yours, I took the aura of the chosen five and combined them into our child. I made sure you were 100 pregnant before I delegated one of my snitches to send you back to Hogwarts. It was Severus, if you want to know. But don’t worry, he doesn’t even remember sending you home or what I was planning for you. I had Peter Pettigrew obliviate his memory as soon as he made sure Severus laid you on bed and left the Galleons by your side.”

“You…You monster!” Harry yelled as he pulled on the chains that held him. How dare he! How dare he use him to do his bidding! To think he had been carrying his child all these while, and to think that he had used the aura of the people he closely knew to create a demon! He had to protect his son from him. He may be the stranger’s son too, but there was no way he was going to let him corrupt his Cookie. No way! He struggled as he yelled dozens of obscenities at him, demanding him to return Cookie to him. The stranger gave a sideways glance at one of the hooded men. He nodded, took out a vial from his robe, forced Harry’s mouth open and emptied the vial’s content into him. Harry was too late to spit it out. Most of them got into his gut. He recognized the taste as the sedative Winnie gave him to ease the pain and make him sleep better. With whatever remaining consciousness he had, he pulled at the chains and begged with tears in his eyes to take him instead and spare the child before sleepiness engulfed him.

“He’s asleep, my lord,” the man who fed him the sedative potion said as he checked his breathing.
“Good. Keep feeding him sedatives, but not too much to kill him,” the stranger nodded as he adjusted the blanket that wrapped the baby. “We still need him to feed my prince.”

“Thank you for choosing my son to be one of your son’s traits, my lord,” the man bowed low, a few streaks of silver blonde hair dangling out of his hood. “I’m eternally grateful and honoured of this privilege.”

“You are one of my most trusted Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy. It’s only befitting that I reward you for your loyalty. I expect your son will show the same loyalty you’ve showed me.”

“Yes, my lord. He maybe young, but he’s slowly learning the ways of your work. I’m sure he’ll be taking my place as the next Death Eater for the most honourable Lord Voldemort.”