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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Mpreg
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2003-08-08 Words: 2096
****** The Other Harry ******
by Tomikin [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     A kidnapping of a seven year old harry he is 15 now, by a cult of
     mutated wizards, leaves Harry’s body mutilated. Watch, eight years
     on, as the consequences of an AU world spill into our own.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
     Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors
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     me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection
     profile.
     Author's notes: Thanks to everyone who has help. Blink, you’re an
     excellent beta. Any comments send to Zixppy@aol.com
The Other Harry




  Heat was radiating from the dirt path below Harry's feet as he wandered along
  it. The gentle breeze in the air caused the tips of the wild hedges on either
  side of the path to sway peacefully.
  Harry paused when he reached the large black gates of Snape Mansion and
  shifted both of his bulging shopping bags into one hand so he could pull the
  gate open. Slipping into the house's magnificent garden, Harry couldn't help
  taking deep breath. He simply enjoyed the sweet fragrant of the roses and
  honeysuckle. God, he loved this place.
  Harry walked towards the large house, the gravel of the drive crunching
  beneath his feet. The weather had certainly improved since this morning when
  he had left to go shopping. He couldn't wait to see Severus, Harry was
  cooking dinner for the both of them tonight - Severus' new potion had just
  been sold, so this was going to be a bit of a celebration. And they had
  something else to celebrate as well, although it was as yet slightly
  premature.
  Harry looked up, rather surprised to find himself already standing in front
  of the two large dark oak doors of the manor house. He sighed and shifted his
  bags back into his left hand. They normally left the doors of the great house
  open for visitors and fresh air, Harry was sure he had left them open today -
  but they seemed to be locked. He lifted his hand to the door handle and made
  a waving gesture, the lock clicked, allowing him to pull the door open.
  Once inside Harry couldn't help the happy smile that spread slowly across his
  lips. He had only been out about half an hour, but every time he returned to
  this house he felt a joyful feeling flow through him. The feeling of coming
  home.
  "Uncle Severus!" Harry called. He wandered down the large entrance hall
  towards the Kitchen to unpack his shopping. He stopped when he walked past a
  tapestry hanging from the wall and turned slowly to look at it. It was green!
  The colour of it shouldn't have made a difference, but he knew Severus had
  taken down all the green ones and placed them in a sealed box when Harry had
  been a small boy here. He had no idea why Severus would put them back up.
  Maybe he had only taken them down so not to scare the older children...
  Harry looked up to see a rather irritated looking Severus appear through the
  kitchen doorway. Harry dropped his bags, and ran toward him, only to stop
  running, an inch away from throwing his arms around Severus' neck.
  "Severus what's the matter?" Harry asked, taking a step back. Severus looked
  repulsed by his presence.
  Severus stared at Harry incredulous.
  "Potter!" He whispered dangerously. He grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders,
  shaking him slightly "What are you doing in my house?"
  Harry laughed nervously "Sev...I...I live here. What's...wrong? What's going
  on?" Harry was beginning to feel dizzy, partly from confusion, partly from
  the shaking, and partly because he hadn't been feeling well for the past
  year.
  Severus' eyes narrowed and he pulled Harry to the doorway between the hall
  and the living room.
  "I can ensure you Potter, that you do not live here--and you will only be
  staying for as long as it takes me to find someone to take you into their
  safe care and protection." He snorted and muttered something about
  incompetent idiotic fools, before he moved quickly and easily between the
  heavy Georgian style furniture and across the living room. "Does the
  Headmaster know you were going to turn up on my doorstep? Does he even know
  you left your relatives' house? Or was this little stunt the work of his
  decrepit and deluded mind?" Severus' eyes narrowed again and he grabbed the
  pot of floo powder from above the fire.
  Severus was just about to throw a pinch of the powder into the fire when he
  paused, pulled his wand from robes, and waved it at the door, without a word
  or spell.
  Harry just managed to step back as the door slammed shut in his face. He
  stared at the carved dark wood in front of him, something was certainly wrong
  with Severus. He groaned as his stomach flipped over and slumped against the
  door in an effort to support a body that suddenly felt too heavy and
  sluggish. God, he really didn't feel well.
  "Well he obviously isn't at the weasleys' house!" Harry jumped at Severus'
  sudden shout. He moved around so his forehead pressed against the hard wood
  door and took in a deep breath. After a couple of seconds, Harry dropped to
  his knees to look through the keyhole. A silvery beard and glinting half-moon
  glasses could just be made out from the fireplace.
  "Calm down Severus," Dumbledore murmured. "Sit down and relax, I will be over
  to try and sort this little mess out."
  Severus made a noise in the back of his throat before dropping down to sit on
  the edge of his elegant settee. Dumbledore's head disappeared with a pop.
  Harry stayed on his knees, too afraid of what Severus' reaction would be if
  he dared to re-enter the room. Harry just couldn't understand why Severus was
  so angry. Severus had said to Dumbledore that Harry wasn't at the Weasleys'
  house, but Harry had no idea that he should have been or ever would need to
  be at the Weasleys' house.
  Harry took another look through the keyhole and sighed; Severus was up and
  pacing the room. Harry stood, grasping the doorframe tightly as another wave
  of dizziness took over him. The hall seemed to spin for a moment, and Harry
  had to hold still, before the hall stopped moving.
  Harry's ears picked up the sound of Dumbledore's voice again, this time it
  sounded like he was in the living room. Harry decided he had better do
  something else before he was caught earwigging by Severus.
  When he turned around Harry saw his shopping bags still on the floor where he
  left them and went to pick up the bags to take them to the kitchen. As he
  picked up the bags, the world blurred and pitched him forward and everything
  went black.
  When he turned around, Harry saw his shopping bags on the floor, just as he
  had left them a moment ago. He picked up the bags and started towards the
  kitchen when suddenly, the world blurred. Harry reached out one hand to
 steady himself, but as he did so, the world pitched him forward. He hit the
  floor hard and within moments, everything went black.
  .!!!!*.
  Harry had the strange feeling of his head lying in someone's lap. As he
  started to wonder whose lap his head might be in, he felt the wrinkled
  fingers of an old hand stroke his face.
  "He's going to be as right as rain, Severus. Did he say anything to you about
  not feeling well?"
  Harry heard the sound of someone dropping onto their knees next to him,
  followed by the sound of a bag rattling and things being dropped into it.
  "No...he didn't really say much" Severus replied.
  "Just that he thinks he lives with you." Dumbledore mused. "This is a rather
  strange predicament we have here. Are you sure he didn't say anything else?"
  he asked. "Severus?" There was no reply "What have you got there?"
  Harry felt Dumbledore lean over him to where Severus sat and opened his eyes
  to see what was happening from his place in Dumbledore's lap.
  "Oh my" Dumbledore exclaimed quietly, his eyes twinkling. "This could
  complicate matters."
  Harry's mouth dropped open when he realised they had his book.
  "Male pregnancy is a myth." Severus muttered, turning over the book in his
  hands.
  "It might not be." Harry said quietly, as he sat up. The world spun slightly
  and he put a hand to his head to steady it.
  "Really?" Severus asked one dark eyebrow raised. "And what gave you that
  idea?"
  Harry broke down crying before he had a chance to speak. He never normally
  cried, in fact he hadn't cried since he was a small boy.
  "There, there." Dumbledore murmured, pulling Harry back against him, rocking
  him slightly.
  "W-what's wrong with Un...Uncle Severus?" Harry sobbed.
  "I don't want you to worry about Severus, all right Harry?" Dumbledore said
  gently
  "But-"
  Dumbledore cut Harry off. "Don't worry about him Harry, do you understand?"
  "Yes..." was Harry's quiet reply.
  "I want you to tell me about the book in your shopping bag, and then you can
  go upstairs and have a rest, how about that?" Dumbledore asked, rubbing
  Harry's back.
  Harry nodded, and climbed onto Dumbledore's lap. He wrapped his legs around
  the Headmaster's waist and his arms around the man's neck, his head coming to
  rest on his shoulder.
  Harry sighed slightly, snuggling closer. "Well, you've seen how I've been ill
  for a long time now. And that Madam Pomfrey didn't know why she couldn't cure
  me. Since we came home from Hogwarts, Severus has had more time with me, more
  time to think about what is wrong with me. He didn't want say anything to you
  until he had got me an appointment with St. Mungo's experimental
  department...but we think I might be pregnant." Harry finished, not daring to
  look up from the head master's shoulder.
  Dumbledore sighed and stood up with Harry still clinging on to him.
  "I think we had better get you upstairs. Severus, could you show us to a room
  Harry could rest in?"
  Severus inclined his head and motioned for them to follow him up the stairs.
  Once on the upper landing he led them to a room at the furthest end of the
  hall.
  "Why can't I stay in my room?" Harry whispered to Dumbledore. Harry almost
  kicked himself when he realised what he'd asked, of course Severus wouldn't
  showed them to Harry's room. What would Dumbledore think!
  Once in the room, Dumbledore carried Harry over to the double bed against the
  back wall. Harry let himself slip out of the headmaster's arms and onto the
  thick quilt of the bed.
  "This is only a temporary arrangement, Harry, just somewhere for you to have
  a small rest while we try and sort the situation out."
  He helped Harry climb under the covers, before tucking him in. "I'll just be
  outside speaking with Severus. Don't be afraid to call either of us if you
  feel ill or need anything. I shouldn't be long," he finished with a smile and
  left the room.
  .!!!!*.
  Severus was waiting for Dumbledore in the hallway, tapping his foot against
  the floor. He moved towards the Headmaster as the man came through the
  doorway.
  "He's been claiming to live here since he turned up," said Severus, eyes
  narrowed and watching the Headmaster. "I have no idea how he even managed to
  get in here, he would have needed to know the combination to the main doors"
  he put a hand on his hip "What did you use? A mind-altering cures?"
  Dumbledore ignored Severus' accusation "Harry is still at the Weasleys'
  house."
  Severus opened his mouth to speak but shut it a second later. His eyes
  widened with realisation.
  "He can't be!" Severus exclaimed. "You can't be right. He - who on Earth is
  in there then?" he gasped, staring hard at the Headmaster.
  "That, dear boy, is a good question." Dumbledore replied looking towards the
  door to the room the boy was currently in.
  "A spy?" Severus questioned.
  "It's unlikely. He, at least, seems to believe his story. I will need to have
  a little talk with him before we can be sure of who he is or why he's here."
  "I'll bring you a bottle of Veritaserum." Severus turned to make his way down
  the corridor.
  "Wait Severus! That won't be necessary." Dumbledore called, placing a hand on
  Severus' arm. "Although, calling Poppy might be wise--she might be able to
  shed some light on his current condition."
  "You can't seriously believe that-"
  "At the moment Severus, we can't be sure of anything. The boy did collapse;
  we need Poppy to give him a check-up. She may even be able to prove or
  disprove at least part of his story."
  "You do know what he's trying to imply?" Severus asked incredulously.
  "Hmm? Now, how about I go and find us all some tea?" he asked, and wandered
  down the hallway, before Severus could stop him.
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