Fights of Sympathy

[Scoleciphobic]

When you woke up, you soon realized that you were extremely comfortable. Your head was resting on something firm and yet soft. Letting out a content sigh, you snuggled up closer to whatever it was and yawned.

“Comfortable, Viv?” a voice chuckled.

Nodding, you muttered, “Definitely, except my pillow keeps talking to me. I want to sleep.”<br>
“It’s nearly noon!”<br>
“Yes…but I don’t usually get to sleep this long.”<br>
“Why not?”<br>
You abruptly sat up and crawled off the end of the bed. Not answering, you walked over to your dresser to pick out an outfit to wear.

“Viv? Why can’t you usually sleep this long? Harry asked, sitting up to watch you.

“Mind turning around?” you asked, ignoring the question.

“Viv—”

“Turn around!”<br>
He growled, but turned around nonetheless. Sighing softly, you quickly slipped out of your clothes from yesterday and into the new clean ones. It was when you pulled on the t-shirt did you realize it was tighter than before. Looking down, you saw a small, but noticeable, bump that was your stomach. You were already beginning to show!

Eyes filling with tears, you let out a choked sob, before the salty liquid could roll down your cheeks. Another, louder, sob escaped you before Harry turned around to look at you.

“Viv, what’s wrong?” he asked, getting out of bed and taking a step towards you.

You pointed at your newly grown belly and managed to say, “I’m showing.”<br>
His green eyes dropped to look at it. He then frowned before walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. Sobbing, you buried your face into his chest, his arms tightening around you.

“Shh…” he said softly. “They’ll catch whoever did it. Don’t worry…whoever the father is will pay.”<br>
Pulling away, you looked up at him. “What if it’s Snape?”<br>
He frowned. “If it is Snape, which hopefully it won’t be—the poor kid!—I dunno what Dumbledore’ll do.”<br>
You sighed a little, before it finally hit you. Harry was only wearing boxers.

“Um…Harry?” you said, going a light pink.

He pulled away and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”<br>
You pulled out of his arms, and smiled a little. “Perhaps you should get dressed?”<br>
He blinked and looked down, before his head snapped back up. His ears turned a bright red.

“Y-yeah…” he muttered, turning to leave. When he got to the door, he glanced back at you. “I love you…and I don’t care how big you get. I’ll still love you.”<br>
You just stared at him, before smiling. “I love you, too.”<br>
He grinned before slipping out of your bedroom. Still smiling a little, you also left your room. Instead of going after Harry, you made your way downstairs. Hearing voices, your smile faded away, but you entered the kitchen anyway.

To your horror, Hermione and Ron were there at the table.

“He never came in last night! He wasn’t there this morning, either. It’s like—”

They turned and looked at you. Actually, Hermione glared at you. Ron was staring at you in surprise. He lowered his eyes to look at your tummy. His gaze softened in sympathy and he gave you a small, encouraging smile. You managed to smile back, even though you could tell it was sad.

“Oh, look…the pregnant sleeper…” Hermione said, coldly. “Tell me…did you have fun last night?”<br>
Frowning, both in confusion and at the insult, you sighed. “What? I don’t understand.”<br>
“You were with Harry, weren’t you? Trying to make him sympathize with you so that no one would know that you were never raped! The child belongs to your Death Eater lover! It’s a bastard.”<br>
“Hermione!” Ron said in surprise.

You frowned, placing your hand protectively over your tummy.

“See?! If you really didn’t want it, why are you protecting it?!” Hermione exclaimed, triumphantly.

“Motherly hormones?” you asked quietly, only to be startled when Ron nodded.

“My mum did the same thing when she was pregnant with Gin,” he said. “I’ve heard stories from Fred and George.”<br>
Hermione glared at him. “Shut up!”<br>
He frowned but didn’t say anything.

“You’re only doing this so no one kicks you out on the streets. You’ll betray Harry’s trust, but I’ll kill you if you dare to hurt him! You stupid Death Eater.”<br>
For the second time that morning, your eyes filled with tears. “I wouldn’t ever hurt Harry or betray him. I’m not a Death Eater, either.”<br>
“Sure you aren’t. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” she sneered.

You blinked, confused. Must be a muggle saying, you thought.

“I don’t have the Dark Mark on my arm!” you protested.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t, would you? If you were a spy?”<br>
“I’m not!” you said loudly, getting angry.

“Sure…”

Seething, you didn’t even flinch as the glass in front of Hermione shattered. She let out a small shriek, jumping to her feet to escape the orange juice that was slowly making its way to her.

Just then, Harry walked in now dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt you had bought him after burning all of the clothes he had from the Dursleys’. He frowned upon seeing the expressions on everyone’s face: Ron was looking at Hermione in shock, who was in turn glaring at you. You gave Harry a small, sad smile before walking over to the fridge to get something to eat.

You were starving.

“What’s…going on?” Harry asked slowly.

You didn’t answer, busying yourself with fixing both yourself and Harry a sandwich.

“She’s a Death Eater sleeper, Harry! How can you not see that?!” Hermione shrieked.

Wincing, you looked over your shoulder as a tear made its way down your cheek. Harry’s glare he’d directed at his friend softened when he saw. He sighed wearily, looking at Ron.

“Do you think so, too?” he asked his other best friend sadly.

Ron shook his head. “No, I don’t. I think she’s been telling the truth this whole time.” He looked over at you. “I’m sorry about the things I said.”<br>
Blinking away surprise, you smiled at him. “It’s alright, Ron. It’s not anything I haven’t heard before.”<br>
“I know, but—”

“Just forget about it,” you muttered, walking over to give Harry his sandwich.

He smiled. “Thanks, Viv,” he said, kissing you lightly on the cheek.

Hermione made a disgusted noise, causing Harry to look back at her. He was frowning, and you were, too. Sighing, you started to eat the sandwich. Might as well eat while you still could, right?

“Hermione…why do you hate Viv so much?” Harry asked.

She glared at you. “Because she’s going to betray you to You-Know-Who! She’s spying for him and that baby is her Death Eater lover’s bastard!”<br>
Your patience snapped, so you glared at her. “Have you ever met Voldemort?”<br>
“Yes, at the Ministry,” Hermione said smugly.

“No, I mean alone. Have you ever been his prisoner?!”<br>
“Of course not, I—”

“How about been raped? Ever had at least twenty anonymous men force themselves in you?”<br>
Ron grimaced, Harry winced, and Hermione frowned a little.

“Would you feel better if Snape gave me Veritaserum?” you growled.

“Actually, yes I would!” she retorted.

“Hermione, just shut up!” Harry shouted.

Both of you looked at him in surprise.

[Scoleciphobic]

“Harry?” she asked timidly.

“I love her, Hermione. Dumbledore trusts her, and you say we should trust Snape simply because he does. Why does that not count for Viv, too? I mean, bloody hell, she’s pregnant. Do you note even feel the east bit sorry for her?!”<br>
“No, actually I don’t. But before you lecture me, I’ll give her one chance. When she breaks your heart, however, don’t come running to me,” she said, shooting you a nasty glare.

Harry smiled at her. “Thanks, Hermione…and she won’t break my heart.”<br>
After finishing your sandwich, you were still hungry. Since you were already showing, however, you decided not to eat anything else. If you got too fat, that wouldn’t be good. It’d make it even harder.

Suddenly a thought struck you. “Hey, where is everyone?”<br>
“The ones who don’t work at the Ministry are at Diagon Alley getting out supplies,” Ron said.

“Sirius?”<br>
“Locked in his room.”<br>
“Viv, maybe we—Viv?”<br>
By the time Harry realized you weren’t in the kitchen anymore, you were already up the stairs. Walking down the hall to Sirius’ room, you stopped in front of the door. You slowly turned the handle, surprised it was unlocked. Opening the door enough to slip in, you closed it right behind you.

You weren’t surprised to see that the only light was coming from the window. Looking around, you managed to spot a large, black dog curled up in a ball on the bed.

“Oh…Sirius…” you whispered, going over to sit next to him. You started to gently stroke between his ears.

You were surprised when he didn’t jerk away and chase you out. Instead, he waited a couple minutes before sighing heavily and slowly pulling away to change back. He then just stared at you silently.

“What’s wrong?” you finally asked, uncomfortable.

He looked away and sighed. “Nothing.”<br>
You raised an eyebrow. “So you’re just moping for absolutely no reason?”<br>
“Yep, pretty much.”<br>
“I don’t believe you, Sirius,” you muttered.

He just sighed again. “I feel useless. I’m the same age as almost everyone else, but I look barely older than you. Even Remus looks older than me and I was born five months before him. I feel alone.”<br>
“Well you’re not,” you said, looking at him. “If you’re useless, so am I. I’m not even wanted here. Even if you don’t look the same age, your friends still want you here.”<br>
His eyes snapped back to you. “You’re wanted! Harry and I want you here!”<br>
You shrugged. “Hermione doesn’t. She thinks I’m a Death Eater sleeper who is spying for Voldemort.”<br>
His eyes widened. “She does not!”<br>
You laughed bitterly. “She told me that. Ask Ron and Harry if you don’t believe me.”<br>
“I can’t believe she said that!”<br>
You shrugged. “Calm down.”<br>
“Calm down?! She insulted you and you’re telling me to calm down?! You should be furious.”<br>
“I broke her glass of juice. I’m over it now,” you muttered.

He sighed a little and looked at you, noticing your still slightly blood-shot eyes. “Why were you crying, Viv?”<br>
You stood up so that he could see your tummy. “I’m already showing.”<br>
He looked down and his eyes widened again. “Woah…” he said, reaching out to touch it, but his hand dropped short.

“It’s not supposed to show that much! It didn’t yesterday!”<br>
“Yes it did. You were wearing a baggy t-shirt so you couldn’t see it. No one else did either.”<br>
“Then how did you?” you asked, frowning.

He looked away. “I noticed when you passed out and I carried you back to your room.”<br>
Suddenly feeling nauseous, you lay back on the bed and groaned softly.

“Morning sickness?”<br>
“Yep.” You yawned and closed your eyes.

Sirius watched you for a couple more minutes until he was positive you fell asleep. Shaking his head, he slowly picked you up and left his room.

“What happened?” Harry asked him from down the hall.

He shrugged. “She fell back asleep.”<br>
Harry sighed. “She’s really upset about the pregnancy thing and I don’t know how to help.”<br>
“Just love her, Harry. She needs it now more than ever. Protect, love, and be there for her.” That said, he stepped into your room leaving a very thoughtful Harry behind.

~

When you woke back up, you noticed it was dark outside. Getting out of bed, you ran a hand through your hair and went downstairs. Pausing at the door, you sighed and forced yourself to walk into the kitchen.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You could feel yourself going red under all the attention.

“Viv, over here!”<br>
Looking over at Harry, you were relieved to see him waving at you. You went and sat in the seat next to him and across from Ron. As soon as you sat down, the conversations started up again.

“I guess you did need the sleep, huh,” Harry said, smiling at you.

You just nodded, moving to fill your plate. You were hungry again.

“Hungry, much?”<br>
You tensed at Hermione’s question, but nodded. “I have to eat for more than just me.”<br>
She snorted, earning a warning look from Harry and a sharp poke from Ron. You decided to ignore her. She hadn’t insulted you yet. Sighing, you quickly began feeding yourself enough food for you and your baby.

“Slow down, Viv. Don’t kill yourself.”

[Scoleciphobic]

Flushing, you looked up to see Sirius was smirking at you. Glad that he was in a better mood than earlier, you smiled back.

“Sorry.”<br>
He just chuckled and shrugged. “I just don’t want to bother cleaning up your remains when you explode from eating all of that.”<br>
You laughed softly. “I won’t!”<br>
“Lestrange, stop flirting with Sirius.”<br>
Tensing, you looked over at Hermione with big eyes. “I’m not!”<br>
She snorted. “Uh huh…right…See, Harry? I told you.”<br>
Harry just frowned. “Told me what?”<br>
“That she’d break your heart.”<br>
“But…she…didn’t? She wasn’t flirting with Sirius, Hermione. They don’t like each other like that.” He sighed, looking wary about anything else his friend might say.

Before anything else could happen, Remus cleared his throat.

“Perhaps it’d be best if you all were to go spend some time together…” he said, sounding a little embarrassed about it.

You looked at him, amused. “Are you telling us we need quality time together?”<br>
He just sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I am.”<br>
You grinned. “Alright! C’mon Harry!” You got to your feet and quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him up, too.

Ron faked a groan. “Now we have to watch them snog!”<br>
You shot him a playful glare. “If we do snog, it won’t be in front of you, so don’t worry about it.”<br>
Harry just laughed a little and allowed you to pull him out of the room and up to his bedroom. Once inside, you quickly sat down on his bed and grinned at him.

“Gee…why in the world would you be on my bed for?” he asked, smirking a little.

“I dunno…we spent last night in mine, so why not tonight in yours?”<br>
“I’m not complaining,” he said, his smirk widening.

You gave him a look. “You’re such a pervert.”<br>
He shrugged and sat down next to you, before pulling you into his arms. “I don’t care as long as you love me.”<br>
“And I do.”<br>
He smiled and kissed you gently on the forehead. “Good.”<br>
You didn’t say anything; instead you kissed him on the lips. Before you could pull away, he deepened the kiss by slowly running his tongue along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth in invitation, which he quickly accepted.

“Harry, what are—ugh! My eyes!”

The two of you pulled apart to see Ron at the door with his hands over his eyes. Hermione was staring at Harry in disgust, before she shot you a nasty glare.

Harry flushed, while you grinned.

“We told you we weren’t going to snog in front of you…but if you want to watch, go ahead,” you said, smiling.

Ron just shook his head. “No, that’s really ok. We’ll be going now—c’mon Hermione,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her away.

As soon as they were gone, you and Harry looked at each other before cracking up.

“Do you think they’ve gone to have a little snog session of their own?” you asked, trying to catch your breath.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think Ron likes her like that.”<br>
“Ah…I see,” you said, before yawning.

“You’re tired already?! You just woke up!”<br>
You gave him a sad look, before shrugging. “I’m pregnant, Harry…I don’t usually get to sleep much.”<br>
He blinked, before frowning. “You never told me why this morning!”<br>
“Because of morning sickness,” you said, sprawling out on his bed.

He just sighed. “Oh…” he muttered, before lying down next to you.

Taking the opportunity, you quickly snuggled yourself up close to him and yawned. Once more in the same position as that morning, you let out a deep breath slowly.

“So you’re going to sleep then?” he asked.

“Mmhmm…” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

He kissed the top of your head. “Alright then…good night, Viv.”<br>
“G’night, Harry. I love you…”

He smiled and held you closer her. “I love you, too.”<br>

*

Leaning against the wall, a lean figure hovered in the shadows. Pale light from the nearly-full moon shone in through the window just a foot away from him. He stared at the wall, as if deep in thought.

“I am very impatient about seeing you again, mon faon*,” he whispered sadly. “Fourteen hours is much too long of a time.”<br>
He sighed, before pushing himself to look out the window. “You will never even know it is me…I hope you have moved on after what happened, although I will continue to watch you from afar.”<br>
Suddenly a loud thud echoed through the house. He frowned sadly, moving away from the light and into the darkness of the room.

“It is better that way.”<br>
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Fountie: and DONE! Yay!!!

Draco: Now you can start on the you/me story…<br>
Fountie: He means ‘you/Draco’…^_^;;

Draco: That’s what I said!

Fountie: Right. Whatever. I hope you all liked this ^_^ and I’m sorry to say that Escape is on a small hiatus since it’s the one farthest along. Don’t keel me though…<br>
Draco: They won’t.

Harry: You’re way too protective, Malfoy.

Fountie: You’re just jealous.

Harry: Ugh! No, I am not!

Fountie: Mmhmm…right!

Remus: Just review…*sighs*

Fountie: mon faon means ‘my fawn’ in french. I got the translation off of freetranslation.com so if it’s bad, not my fault!