- PB – Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 1/3
- PB – Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 2/3
- PB – Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 3/3
Title: Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 3/3
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Violence, Rape, Torture, Chan, Child Abuse, Hermaphrodite Harry, AU 6th year, Post GoF, Pre OotP
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: Voldemort captures Harry during a Hogsmeade weekend, but his intentions are no longer to kill him. His ranks are much smaller than he wished them to be so now he is working on a way to acquire more servants. A long term way. He demands children of his followers, and Severus has been the only one not to comply. He will make him comply, no one denies ANYTHING to Lord Voldemort.
“You look tired Severus,” the Headmaster commented once everyone had taken a sip from their tea. There was concern in his voice. “Perhaps you should rest and we’ll talk later.”
“No Albus, I have to tell you this now. The rest can wait.”
“Where’s Harry?” Poppy asked looking around for the boy, worrying when she did not see him around. “Albus said he was injured.”
“He’s here, don’t worry Poppy, I brought him with me…”
“Well? Show me to him so I can start…”
“Be patient woman!” Severus snapped at the medi-witch. His nerves were a bit frayed by the strange mixture of emotions raging through him, concern for Potter foremost in his mind. “There are some… circumstances to take into consideration before you try to use magic or potions to heal him.”
“What kind of considerations Severus?” Minerva asked through narrowed eyes. Noticing that the Potions Master had stood up and begun pacing nervously, something he just never did, at least not when people could see him. She saw the man pause looking as if he was debating with something then sigh in what seemed like resignation.
“Potter is pregnant,” he said and had the slight satisfaction of seeing not only the witches gape, but Albus Dumbledore too.
“But… but he’s… he’s a boy!” Minerva exclaimed shocked.
“Indeed he is,
style=’color:navy’>” he smirked at the shocked women.
“But…” the transfiguration professor still tried to say something, but nothing really came out besides that.
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt’>I am sure you’re aware that there are certain other methods that allow same sex couples to procreate…”
“You were called to brew one of such potions,” Albus deducted.
“Yes, although the Dark Lord didn’t want me to brew
style=’color:navy’>the potion initially. Only when Pettigrew and Malfoy failed several times did he realize he needed my knowledge…”
“So… tell me what potion it was, I’m sure you can brew…”
“Do you think I would have called you here if it was that easy? I can’t brew an antidote for this particular potion…”
“Why? To my knowledge all of these type of potions have a counter potion if not a spell also,” Poppy interrupted him a bit skeptical that Severus could not brew a counter potion. She knew how good he was.
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt’>That’s the problem, as far as they and I know there is no counter potion to for this potion. I had never seen it or heard about it before, and believe I though I knew all the fertility potions there were, both light AND dark,” he uncharacteristically ran a hand through his curly hair. It told them how agitated he really was, and how serious he thought the situation was.
“Surely you can try to create a counter potion since you brewed it in the first place,” Minerva provided.
“I probably could, but it’s a time consuming process, being optimistic by the time I came with something that might counter the effects it would be too late to stop Harry’s pregnancy, the baby would probably be born by then.”
“That complicated?” Albus asked.
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>“Yes, it is extremely complicated. Its name is ‘Hijo del Espiritu’, but… from what I managed to make of the old parchment that’s not the whole name of it. The problem with it is that not even the Dark Lord knew all that it was supposed to do…”
“He didn’t know the full effects?” Albus was clearly surprised. “It’s not like him at all, he is anything if not careful in his planning.”
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>“I know, in fact it’s what made me slightly suspicious. But lately he had become too dependent on Lucius… this might have been his idea in the first place. It also
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt’>became one of his loyalty tests for me, which I have to say I finally failed. Although I’m positive he believed I would not.”
“So he chose to test the potion on Harry, but… who provided the essence…” Albus began, but stopped when he looked at his agitated Potions Master.
“One of the things the Dark Lord required from his Death Eaters was our first born, regardless or gender.
style=’color:navy’>” Severus explained looking even more distraught than he already was. In a way he was still in shock at the news that he would become a father, and all the problems that would bring for both the boy and himself. He really did not want to think of the ramifications of Voldemort’s actions, although they did not look good for him. “They were to be part of his elite forces. That maniac did plan ahead. All of those Death Eaters alive and out of Azkaban have children to present to him, even those who had been hiding or imprisoned. Bellatrix LeStrange is pregnant, and Pettigrew managed to sire a baby girl not long ago. Only I haven’t…”
“So you prepared… how could you do that to Harry?” McGonagall asked furious at him for ruining the boy’s life.
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>“Don’t you dare blame this on me Minerva!” He snarled with such force that she recoiled startled. “I didn’t know who was to be the donor parent when I started brewing it. Do you think I would consent to something like this? Do you?” He asked as he slumped on a chair elbows on his knees face in his hands and his voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t know it was Harry!” Severus repeated this over and over.
“Severus,” Albus called as he moved to kneel beside the distraught wizard, he began suspecting that the younger man had not been a willing donor. “Child, were you forced?” The witches gasped and Minerva began regretting accusing him.
“Does it matter? It’s done… Potter’s been forced to carry MY child, when he is one himself, regardless of what people think I’m not a monster.”
“No one is saying you are Severus. And it does matter my boy, you’re hurt by this too,” Dumbledore told him gently, a hand on the younger wizard’s shoulder offering comfort.
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt’>I didn’t know Voldemort was so twisted to use a boy and not a woman. I thought he would use a woman, until I woke up earlier today to find Potter in the room in bad shape. I did what I could to heal him…”
“They left you in the same room?”
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>“Yes, that potion also creates some kind of bond, but I don’t even know what kind of bond the ‘fucking’ potion created between us except that is not one way. The Dark Lord hoped that
style=’color:navy’>it would allow me to control Potter. He wanted me to be able to control the boy and harness his power for his benefit. The only thing that I do know is that the potion ‘created’ the necessary organs for Potter to conceive and not just for this one time. The potion is probably Pre-Hispanic and from Mayan origin.”
“Well actually you do know quite a bit on the potion; perhaps not the full effects of it, or its full name, but enough to narrow the search.”
“So he turned me into a girl?” A soft but horrified voice startled them.
Harry regained consciousness and when he heard voices he managed to stand and stumble blindly to the door. He had just heard Professor Snape’s explanation
style=’color:navy’>, and felt the man’s distress, which surprised him until he heard the whole explanation. So they had some type of bond, they would probably have to talk and see if feelings were the only thing they could sense from each other.
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>Snape’s explanation only added to what he remembered Voldemort saying and it terrified him. He had been born male, and grown up male so far, but according to Voldemort he was pregnant. Men were not supposed to be pregnant, they did not have the necessary ‘equipment’, but according to what he had just heard he did have it now. The mere though of bearing a child made him start to panic, his breathing becoming erratic, and he swayed dizzily and almost fell as his knees grew weak. A pair of strong arms held him
style=’color:navy’>gently and carried him. Harry knew it was Snape even if he could not see him. The man was worried for him, as well as confused and at the border of collapse from exhaustion.
To his immense surprise and he guessed the others present, instead of being placed on another chair or a couch, he ended sitting on the surly Potions Master’s lap enveloped in a comforting and quite reassuring hug, while Snape murmured gently to him to breathe, that he was safe now and that he was not alone. They would sort things out. Harry could feel the concern and sincerity of the man’s words, and being held and comforted like that was such a new experience for him, but one that felt good. He gave into the feelings and relaxed, taking slow deep breaths.
Harry cuddled against Snape and was awash in the man’s approval, so he cuddled even closer and tucked his head under the man’s chin. He could certainly get used to this, he liked it very much, and it was so soothing. One of the arms holding him moved away and Harry whimpered at the loss. Then
style=’color:navy’>the boy sighed in contentment when the hand attached to said arm started messing his hair. The professor was also relaxing, Harry’s own feelings flowing to him and allowing to release the tension he felt. The boy did not blame him for this problem, which was good. Severus also felt strangely complete as soon as he came in contact with Potter, his logical mind demanded he analyzed the feeling, but he realized it was the bond working. He knew enough about bonds not to fight it, if he did things would be probably painful for the both of them. Harry did not need more pain.
Minerva and Poppy could only gape at the display before their eyes. First the shock of seeing the battered teen, Dumbledore had to restrain the medi-witch from going to check on Harry. Then it was Severus open display of concern as well as what could only be affection. Both witches knew him since he first attended Hogwarts as a student and he had always been guarded, never displaying anything save anger, annoyance or hate. To see him so open was a shock, as it was seeing Harry accept him.
“He turned me into a girl?” Harry asked again.
“What do you think?” Severus asked instead and felt Harry shift; one hand went to his chest and tentatively explored it. The other went downward and what he found made him release the breath he had been holding. “Everything is where it’s supposed to?” To that he got a nod. “Then you know the answer to your question.”
“But he said… he said I was… I was… but I’m still a boy!”
“You are, but even though a wizard having a baby is a rare occurrence, it’s neither impossible nor unheard of. There are potions, I’ve brewed a few of those before this one. According to the Dark Lord this potion gave you the necessary organs. I think… you’ve become a hermaphrodite, but to asses that Poppy is more qualified than I am.”
“Merlin! I’m even more of a freak than I already was!” He muttered, then it finally dawned on him that he was sitting on Snape’s lap. He turned a bright shade of red and tried to stand, but the man did not let him. “Professor… I…”
“There’s no need to say anything Po… Harry. The potion vreated a bon between us, I’m not sure what type yet, but this… this comes from it. You… you don’t have to get away… that is, unless you want to.”
Harry was surprised to sense the reluctance to let him go, as well as fear of rejection coming from the older wizard. There was also confusion and more fear, but this time of getting emotionally hurt. With a sigh the boy made his decision and snuggled against the Potions Master’s chest.