Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid Consequences ❯ Chapter 22: I- will be watching over you ( Chapter 22 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 457 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 457 | Status: Completed
Title: Lucid ConsequencesAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: Lucius/Harry/SnapeCategory: Drama, romance, slashrating: NC-17/RSpoilers: Maybe.Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape, Non-con, Mpreg SPOILERS!!!!!! If you haven't read HBP then DON'T READ THIS FIC~!!!!!!!Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
SPOILERS AHEAD~~!!!!!!! You have been warned~!!!!
Chapter 22: I- will be watching over you
Oh the fun that is Auror training. These weeks have been horrible. Between the stress of intense training and the hours of intensive study and then the fun of hand to hand combat practice I am just as sore and drained of every ounce of energy that I possess. For some reason it’s harder to use my magic. It's almost as if my supply is depleted and others have commented on it as if I can control it. I've tried and I have managed to do what’s needed with what bit I could muster. I am pushed to the edge everyday to the point where I collapse on the ground unable to move and yet they yell and scream at me until I get up and continue.
It gets annoying when everyone knows your Harry Potter and you’re not meeting up to their expectations.
Imagine if you will a muggle boot camp. Now imagine a muggle boot camp with instructors who resemble Mad Eye Moody and these people are in places of high power, with wands. Yeah, not a real pleasant place. I get owls from Sev and Lucius every other day and Draco sends me a picture of Ciaran just like he promised. I always keep a photo of him under my uniform, right above my heart. It's odd how a week can seem like a month and a month can seem like a year.
I have a uniform that reminds me of those that the Durmstrung students wore and I have another that looks a lot like those that American army soldiers wear. I've practiced crawling under barbed wire and climbing up walls made of wood and brick. I've crawled in mud on rainy days and I've been forced to practice hexes and spells including the unforgivable’s. I know that it’s to better me and make me stronger but I also know that they only teach what I need to know and everyone looks and watches every time I cast Avada Kedavra as if they know that that’s what this war will come down to. Me and Voldemort with wands drawn and that curse upon our lips.
I try not to think about these things because if you think too much you won't make it. I've got another week and then I am free to return home. These are the only thoughts that keep me sane and keep my spirit up.
I hope that I finally meet everyone’s expectations because when I do and I can stop being the person have built me up to be and start being myself.
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"Potter! Get your lazy ass in this room now!"
I sighed and walked towards the medical hut.
"What's up Doc?"
He glared at me and then pointed to the bed against the wall. I shrugged and walked over hopping up. Once I was seated he turned away muttering about morons and idiotic sex fiends.
"So...is there a reason you needed me in here or am I just here to listen to you lose your mind?"
"Can it Potter! When was the last time you had sex?"
I felt my eyes grow wide and my jaw drop, "What the hell kind of question is that? Next you'll ask me to strip naked so you can do an exam."
"You’re not as dumb as you look," he muttered looking through his charts.
"You have got to be kidding me? I just had a physical a week ago and tomorrow is my last day in this hell hole so why in the hell is it so important you do an exam now?"
"You've been having problems with your magic levels," he stated not questioned.
"Yeah."
"Have you been feeling any nausea?"
"No."
"When's the last time you had sex?"
I sighed and closed my eyes, "I think it was a months ago."
"Lay back Potter," he said as he turned around, wand in hand.
I sighed and did as he said and felt him tug my shirt up. He squeezed my stomach and prodded in a rough manner before running his wand over my stomach and said a quiet incantation that sounded awfully familiar. I sat up enough so that I could see what he was doing. I heard a click of his tongue as we both saw the tip of his wand glow a shimmering red.
"Well that would explain why your magic levels are so sporadic. I suppose congratulations are in order Potter. I'm betting this experience was ten times worse because you've been pregnant the whole time you've been here. Your body uses your magic to help care for your unborn child and even more so if your stressed or under a lot of physical strain."
I sat up and stared at him, "You’re joking, right?"
"Do I look like the joking type?"
I stared at him for a moment and fell back against the medical bed, "They are going to freak."
"Well it could be worse," said Doc as he took out a pipe from his doctor’s coat and used the tip of his wand to light it.
"And how could it be worse?"
"Could be twins."
I almost laughed and then instead grinned, "I thought you said you weren't the joking type?"
"I didn't say I wasn't, I just said I didn't look it," he said with a grin.
"So does that mean I'll have to come back after the baby's born to go through all of this again?"
"We're mean but we're not cruel, Potter. I'll talk to your superiors and you'll take your final exam tomorrow. I think that your superiors will be quite impressed. If you can harness this much magic while pregnant with most of it concentrated on your child just imagine how much you would have after your child is born."
I didn't say anything. I just shook my head and sat up, "So how far along am I exactly?"
"Well judging by the amount of girth you've gotten around your midsection and by the scan I'd say you’re at least two months along. Now here's a potion to help strengthen your magic, this ones a vitamin concoction that we keep here in case anyone catches a cold but the vitamins can also help for when your pregnant and after you've taken those stand still and let me cast a protection charm over your babe."
I quickly downed the potions and then wiped my mouth and sat there waiting for the Doc to cast his spell. He lifted his wand and ran it in a circular motion around my midsection chanting something in Latin. My stomach glowed silver for a moment and then the light vanished.
"Go on; get out of 'ere."
"See ya' at the exam tomorrow, Doc."
"Til then, Potter."
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I stood outside surrounded by other Auror trainees and we all looked nervous and scared witless. They called us one at a time and then had us run through a maze of sorts that contained all sorts of fun surprises. Everything from Aurors who jumped out of bushes and attacked, vines that grabbed at your feet and tried to pull you under their deadly hedges, dragons, trolls, werewolves and many other nasty surprises. I had been among the last to go and when they called me up I was no longer nervous. I felt all of my emotions disappear and I found myself starring ahead of me in a trance like state. When a whistle sounded I ran into the maze and crawled under the barbed wire past Aurors shooting spells above me and then climbed over a wood wall and then jumped into a moat filled with merpeople and other deadly creatures using the bubble charm to help me breath while under since I was lacking in gillyweed.
I came out and had to climb up a brick wall and then I had to face a set of dragons that were no where close to the ferocity of the one I had faced during the trials of the Goblet of Fire. I outran and outwitted a troll like it was nothing and it was. I had done that my first year at Hogwarts. I ran past werewolves and through dementors that I chased off using my patronous charm. It was then that I saw a broom that I immediately hopped on and used to fly out of the maze and landed in front of the other trainee's. I stood up dusted off my uniform and then walked over to grab a seat next to the other trainees who had finished.
"Good job, Potter. Seems you've beaten everyone else’s time and score."
I looked at the hand on my shoulder and followed the arm up to the familiar face of Shacklebolt.
"I think that everyone forgets that I've been through this all before. I fought trolls, devils snare, a three headed dog and living chess pieces when I was 11 as well as Voldemort. I fought giant spiders and a Basilisk when I was 12. I went against a werewolf and Wormtail when I was 13. I dealt with the TriWizard tournament and fought dragons, merpeople, a living maze and Voldemort when I was 14. I've lost people who I have cared for and known and watched blood being shed and I am only 17. I'll be 18 this year. What training did I really need?"
I looked down at my hands and felt Moody remove his hand. When I looked up again I saw many pairs of eyes on me and I didn't care. When this war was over, when Voldemort was dead then I would go hide in the shadows, living only for my children and my husbands. I looked at the other trainee's and saw their looks of surprise and awe and I hated it. I stood up and started walking towards the building where my cot and clothes were and didn't bother to turn around.
Once there I rummaged through my things pulling out the dress robes that Auror's wore on special occasions and then walked to the showers. I washed the mud and dried blood from my body and then cast a drying spell. I dressed quickly in my black uniform with my robes billowing around me. I slid on my long black boots and stuck my wand in a specially made holster that came with the Auror dress uniform and ignored the others as they came in and showered and dressed around me. I walked over to a mirror and turned a few times as I looked myself over.
I almost laughed when I noticed that I resembled Sev to a certain extent. I wasn't smiling and I my eyes didn't shine like they normally did. They looked dull and lifeless, just like the expression I wore. I walked over to my bunk and grabbed the latest photo Draco had sent me of my son and I lifted it up and stared at it.
My son smiled brightly waving his arms enthusiastically. I felt the corners of my mouth curl into a semi smile as I thought about the little sister or brother that Ciaran would soon have. I placed his picture in my left breast pocket and stood straight as I walked out of my bunk and waited for the others to join me. Once we were all out they marched us an arena like area where we were individually called up and given plaques and medals to add to our robes. When we had all been called then we saluted and most went to a building where a feast was being given and people from the Ministry would congratulate us and give us shallow smiles and pats on the back. I instead grabbed my Nimbus 2000 and said a quick good bye to Moody and those that I had known this past month before I kicked off and headed home.
To Be Continued......
WoW~! Angsty? Me? LOL I blame it on the music I listen to. Lately its been Ayumi Hamasaki and even though she has a lovely voice she is very depressing at times, especially her song Dearest. So Harry's preggers. Is it the little girl from his dream? LoL I'll leave you hanging for now. ^_~
Kat
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
SPOILERS AHEAD~~!!!!!!! You have been warned~!!!!
Chapter 22: I- will be watching over you
Oh the fun that is Auror training. These weeks have been horrible. Between the stress of intense training and the hours of intensive study and then the fun of hand to hand combat practice I am just as sore and drained of every ounce of energy that I possess. For some reason it’s harder to use my magic. It's almost as if my supply is depleted and others have commented on it as if I can control it. I've tried and I have managed to do what’s needed with what bit I could muster. I am pushed to the edge everyday to the point where I collapse on the ground unable to move and yet they yell and scream at me until I get up and continue.
It gets annoying when everyone knows your Harry Potter and you’re not meeting up to their expectations.
Imagine if you will a muggle boot camp. Now imagine a muggle boot camp with instructors who resemble Mad Eye Moody and these people are in places of high power, with wands. Yeah, not a real pleasant place. I get owls from Sev and Lucius every other day and Draco sends me a picture of Ciaran just like he promised. I always keep a photo of him under my uniform, right above my heart. It's odd how a week can seem like a month and a month can seem like a year.
I have a uniform that reminds me of those that the Durmstrung students wore and I have another that looks a lot like those that American army soldiers wear. I've practiced crawling under barbed wire and climbing up walls made of wood and brick. I've crawled in mud on rainy days and I've been forced to practice hexes and spells including the unforgivable’s. I know that it’s to better me and make me stronger but I also know that they only teach what I need to know and everyone looks and watches every time I cast Avada Kedavra as if they know that that’s what this war will come down to. Me and Voldemort with wands drawn and that curse upon our lips.
I try not to think about these things because if you think too much you won't make it. I've got another week and then I am free to return home. These are the only thoughts that keep me sane and keep my spirit up.
I hope that I finally meet everyone’s expectations because when I do and I can stop being the person have built me up to be and start being myself.
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"Potter! Get your lazy ass in this room now!"
I sighed and walked towards the medical hut.
"What's up Doc?"
He glared at me and then pointed to the bed against the wall. I shrugged and walked over hopping up. Once I was seated he turned away muttering about morons and idiotic sex fiends.
"So...is there a reason you needed me in here or am I just here to listen to you lose your mind?"
"Can it Potter! When was the last time you had sex?"
I felt my eyes grow wide and my jaw drop, "What the hell kind of question is that? Next you'll ask me to strip naked so you can do an exam."
"You’re not as dumb as you look," he muttered looking through his charts.
"You have got to be kidding me? I just had a physical a week ago and tomorrow is my last day in this hell hole so why in the hell is it so important you do an exam now?"
"You've been having problems with your magic levels," he stated not questioned.
"Yeah."
"Have you been feeling any nausea?"
"No."
"When's the last time you had sex?"
I sighed and closed my eyes, "I think it was a months ago."
"Lay back Potter," he said as he turned around, wand in hand.
I sighed and did as he said and felt him tug my shirt up. He squeezed my stomach and prodded in a rough manner before running his wand over my stomach and said a quiet incantation that sounded awfully familiar. I sat up enough so that I could see what he was doing. I heard a click of his tongue as we both saw the tip of his wand glow a shimmering red.
"Well that would explain why your magic levels are so sporadic. I suppose congratulations are in order Potter. I'm betting this experience was ten times worse because you've been pregnant the whole time you've been here. Your body uses your magic to help care for your unborn child and even more so if your stressed or under a lot of physical strain."
I sat up and stared at him, "You’re joking, right?"
"Do I look like the joking type?"
I stared at him for a moment and fell back against the medical bed, "They are going to freak."
"Well it could be worse," said Doc as he took out a pipe from his doctor’s coat and used the tip of his wand to light it.
"And how could it be worse?"
"Could be twins."
I almost laughed and then instead grinned, "I thought you said you weren't the joking type?"
"I didn't say I wasn't, I just said I didn't look it," he said with a grin.
"So does that mean I'll have to come back after the baby's born to go through all of this again?"
"We're mean but we're not cruel, Potter. I'll talk to your superiors and you'll take your final exam tomorrow. I think that your superiors will be quite impressed. If you can harness this much magic while pregnant with most of it concentrated on your child just imagine how much you would have after your child is born."
I didn't say anything. I just shook my head and sat up, "So how far along am I exactly?"
"Well judging by the amount of girth you've gotten around your midsection and by the scan I'd say you’re at least two months along. Now here's a potion to help strengthen your magic, this ones a vitamin concoction that we keep here in case anyone catches a cold but the vitamins can also help for when your pregnant and after you've taken those stand still and let me cast a protection charm over your babe."
I quickly downed the potions and then wiped my mouth and sat there waiting for the Doc to cast his spell. He lifted his wand and ran it in a circular motion around my midsection chanting something in Latin. My stomach glowed silver for a moment and then the light vanished.
"Go on; get out of 'ere."
"See ya' at the exam tomorrow, Doc."
"Til then, Potter."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stood outside surrounded by other Auror trainees and we all looked nervous and scared witless. They called us one at a time and then had us run through a maze of sorts that contained all sorts of fun surprises. Everything from Aurors who jumped out of bushes and attacked, vines that grabbed at your feet and tried to pull you under their deadly hedges, dragons, trolls, werewolves and many other nasty surprises. I had been among the last to go and when they called me up I was no longer nervous. I felt all of my emotions disappear and I found myself starring ahead of me in a trance like state. When a whistle sounded I ran into the maze and crawled under the barbed wire past Aurors shooting spells above me and then climbed over a wood wall and then jumped into a moat filled with merpeople and other deadly creatures using the bubble charm to help me breath while under since I was lacking in gillyweed.
I came out and had to climb up a brick wall and then I had to face a set of dragons that were no where close to the ferocity of the one I had faced during the trials of the Goblet of Fire. I outran and outwitted a troll like it was nothing and it was. I had done that my first year at Hogwarts. I ran past werewolves and through dementors that I chased off using my patronous charm. It was then that I saw a broom that I immediately hopped on and used to fly out of the maze and landed in front of the other trainee's. I stood up dusted off my uniform and then walked over to grab a seat next to the other trainees who had finished.
"Good job, Potter. Seems you've beaten everyone else’s time and score."
I looked at the hand on my shoulder and followed the arm up to the familiar face of Shacklebolt.
"I think that everyone forgets that I've been through this all before. I fought trolls, devils snare, a three headed dog and living chess pieces when I was 11 as well as Voldemort. I fought giant spiders and a Basilisk when I was 12. I went against a werewolf and Wormtail when I was 13. I dealt with the TriWizard tournament and fought dragons, merpeople, a living maze and Voldemort when I was 14. I've lost people who I have cared for and known and watched blood being shed and I am only 17. I'll be 18 this year. What training did I really need?"
I looked down at my hands and felt Moody remove his hand. When I looked up again I saw many pairs of eyes on me and I didn't care. When this war was over, when Voldemort was dead then I would go hide in the shadows, living only for my children and my husbands. I looked at the other trainee's and saw their looks of surprise and awe and I hated it. I stood up and started walking towards the building where my cot and clothes were and didn't bother to turn around.
Once there I rummaged through my things pulling out the dress robes that Auror's wore on special occasions and then walked to the showers. I washed the mud and dried blood from my body and then cast a drying spell. I dressed quickly in my black uniform with my robes billowing around me. I slid on my long black boots and stuck my wand in a specially made holster that came with the Auror dress uniform and ignored the others as they came in and showered and dressed around me. I walked over to a mirror and turned a few times as I looked myself over.
I almost laughed when I noticed that I resembled Sev to a certain extent. I wasn't smiling and I my eyes didn't shine like they normally did. They looked dull and lifeless, just like the expression I wore. I walked over to my bunk and grabbed the latest photo Draco had sent me of my son and I lifted it up and stared at it.
My son smiled brightly waving his arms enthusiastically. I felt the corners of my mouth curl into a semi smile as I thought about the little sister or brother that Ciaran would soon have. I placed his picture in my left breast pocket and stood straight as I walked out of my bunk and waited for the others to join me. Once we were all out they marched us an arena like area where we were individually called up and given plaques and medals to add to our robes. When we had all been called then we saluted and most went to a building where a feast was being given and people from the Ministry would congratulate us and give us shallow smiles and pats on the back. I instead grabbed my Nimbus 2000 and said a quick good bye to Moody and those that I had known this past month before I kicked off and headed home.
To Be Continued......
WoW~! Angsty? Me? LOL I blame it on the music I listen to. Lately its been Ayumi Hamasaki and even though she has a lovely voice she is very depressing at times, especially her song Dearest. So Harry's preggers. Is it the little girl from his dream? LoL I'll leave you hanging for now. ^_~
Kat