Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

Harry grumbled in his sleep, his stomach already starting to grumble with hunger again. He found his wand to cast the time, only to find out that he had only gotten about an hour's sleep. Draco would be gone for at least another two hours. Arithmancy, a tediously long lesson… glad he wasn't going through it right now.

It wasn't even time for dinner yet, and he didn't want to risk going to the kitchen again like last time. He didn't have enough magic either to summon a house elf. The Uxor frowned thoughtfully, his stomach singing him a hungry song. He placed his hand on a slight bulge, not even noticeable through his robes, but he could still feel the pulse of its unborn life. His child had grown so much in a short time, and he continued to rub his stomach in wonderment until it started making its hunger clear.

"Wait, Moony should be free now, he always has snacks in his office…" the room would also be close to Draco's lesson, so he wouldn't have to stretch their bond.

He checked the bed and noticed Oreo was awake as well, sniffing the now cold spot on his bed. He ran his fingers through the silky chocolate-brown soft fur of his Pygmy Pipton. The creature looked at him, sniffing his fingers before cuddling up to them like a cat. Harry smiled and picked Oreo up, placing the small creature on his shoulder. He pocketed his wand and exited his private chambers, making his way slowly to Remus' office. He was surprised that no one seemed to be around patrolling the hallways; there was usually at least one teacher or the prefects patrolling the area.

Harry tried to not think about it too much, his stomach was complaining from the lack of food and needed something to eat now. So when he reached Remus' door he knocked on it eagerly, shuffling from foot to foot until the door finally opened, revealing a surprised Lupin.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" he asked opening the door wider.

Harry's grumbling stomach was Remus' answer, and the werewolf couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the embarrassed teen. He opened his door wider to let the young Origo in. "C'mon in, should have something around, what do you think about a slice of chocolate cake?"

"Well, if you insist," he replied stepping inside the wolf's chambers, trying to act nonchalant.

"What a cheek," Remus said and led Harry towards the lounge, telling him to sit down so that he could go get the cake.

Remus' room always had this homely feel to it; it was warmly decorated in autumn colours, brown and reds with plush comforts and a roaring fire. Harry sat down on the overstuffed armchair, his back simply sinking into the upholstery with a big sigh. Recently with the pregnancy finding the right place to sit had become a huge part of his day. If he couldn't find a comfortable position or a chair there would be hell to pay on his body later. Most of the time he had to get Draco to put a discreet 'cushion' charm on the hard benches and chairs just so that he could sit down comfortably.

The older man soon came back with a plate topped with a big slice of chocolate cake and a large glass of milk. Harry's mouth was literally watering at the sight of all that chocolate goodness. The werewolf chuckled and sat down on the other arm chair, smiling at him nibbling his food. His golden eyes widened in confusion when he noticed something furry on Harry's shoulder.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Hm?" he said, a fork still in his mouth. Then he turned to look at little Oreo on his shoulder. "Oh this is Oreo, he's a project from Hargrid's class, me and Draco have to take care of him."

"Oreo, after the cookie? Cute," Remus replied regarding the fuzz ball. "So how are things in general?"

"Eh, you know, being pregnant and all that," he replied, taking another bite.

"Not that great then?"

Harry sighed, straining forward to pick up his glass of milk. "I'm just worried if things are like this now, how bad it's going to get." He dipped his finger in the milk and gave a few droplets to Oreo to lick up, since a Pygmy Pipton wasn't allowed sugar.

"Well there is actually very little information on a mated pair since they usually go into seclusion after mating, so sadly there is very little I can assure you about," Remus replied, sounding sincerely sympathetic.

"Great," he mumbled through his mouthful of cake.

"C'mon, let's talk about other things; how are things with Draco?"

The blush that made its way on Harry's cheeks told him all. "Ah, you're warming up to him then?"

"W-w-what? No!" he spluttered. "Nothing like that."

"By your reaction I'd say you're lying, do tell me all the sordid details."

The blush on his face deepened; he tried to hide behind his glass of milk, not that there was a chance of that happening. "I can't really explain it," murmured Harry, trying to distract himself by playing with his Pygmy Pipton.

"I just keep remember Malfoy as who he was last year, a greasy evil git who loved nothing but to torment me. Now though… he's sweet…"

"Sweet?" Remus couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. In public the blonde still acted like a stuck-up spoilt prince, but he guessed in private he could be the perfect 'boyfriend'.

"Yeah, he's nice, supportive, it just doesn't feel right!" he sounded slightly shrill. "It's like he got kidnapped and replaced by some sort of Doppelganger."

"Is it really that odd?"

Harry looked down at Oreo sitting on his lap, purring happily at his caresses. By now his whole face was red with embarrassment. "It's odd, but it's nice; I've never felt like this about anyone, not Cho or even Ginny. Suddenly there is Draco and everything is different…"

Remus looked thoughtful and slowly leaned forward so that he had all of Harry's attention. "But is it a 'good' type of different?" he asked.

The submissive Origo was silent, he didn't really know what to think. There was still a very small part of him that didn't trust Draco, might even hate him, but then there was a majority of him that went all warm and gooey at the sight of the blonde. Yet he had to wonder how much of this was really him, and not his 'submissive' feelings speaking.

"I should go now… thanks for the cake," he said, putting the empty plate and glass down.

Remus gave him a sad smile, as if he knew about the conflict going on in his mind. He nodded at the teen and then helped him stand up before leading him to the door. "Harry if you need to talk, you know you can always talk to me."

"I know," he said and gave the older man a strong hug.

They said their goodbyes and Harry left to go back to his room before Draco came back worried.

The Uxor walked absentmindedly down the long hallway, his mind still filled with thoughts of Draco and what he felt about the blonde. It was so confusing; there were moments when he thought that Draco was amazing, perfect, a perfect dominant. Even the thought got him all hot. Then there are moments when he remembered what Draco used to be like, and all those happy feelings left him. But that wasn't him right now, Draco wasn't the same tormenting boy he knew, right now he had changed, changed for him.

He felt like he could trust the blonde, that Draco would look after him, another odd thought. He never would have thought that it would have been possible that he could have thought of the other in such a way.

In his musing he didn't notice one particular Weasley following close behind; it was only when his Pipton started making high-pitched squeaks that made him stop and wonder what was getting Oreo all riled up. He tried to calm it down when he sensed that someone was behind him. Harry tensed up and turned around, thinking he was going to get attacked, but relaxed when he noticed it was only Charlie.

"Ah, Charlie, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, trying to keep a noisy Oreo calm.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders. "Just walking around, how are you?" he asked.

"Er, just fine. I was just about to go back to my room," he said motioning down the corridor. Harry found himself suddenly feeling really nervous around the redhead.

"Draco not around?" Charlie asked, a smirk forming on his face.

Harry frowned and couldn't help but take a step back. "I'm just going to meet him," he answered, noticing how close Charlie was getting to him. The nervousness that Harry felt grew tenfold and he continued to take steps back until his back hit against the rough brick wall.

Why was Charlie asking him so many questions all of the sudden, he wondered as the redhead loomed over him. Green eyes watched his hand reach out just millimetres away from his face, but not touching him. He watched as the hand slowly moved down and came to a stop right by his stomach and bump that hid his child. Something didn't feel right.

"And the baby?"

Something really didn't feel right, Charlie was acting odd. Almost scary…

"Why do you-?"

"Harry is that you?"

Charlie instantly moved away from Harry and they both turned around to see a ghost.

"Sirius?"

It was him, Sirius Black, his godfather. Looking completely out of place in his nice and clean wizard's suit. What used to be black tangled hair was brushed out and put in a neat ponytail, even his beard was trimmed neat. His skin was still pale and cheeks hollowed from starvation, the clothes were hanging off his frame. But it was him, it was really him.

"Padfoot!" Harry shouted happily and ran towards him and enveloped him in a hug.

"It's good to see you, pup," replied Sirius warmly, hugging Harry right back.

"When did you come back?" he asked.

"Just now, only got the news of my release two days ago and I hurried here as soon as I could. Dumbledore helped me get more presentable ." he said, pulling uncomfortably at his silk vest.

"You should have sent me a letter or any kind of message…"

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Sirius replied, running his hand through Harry's unruly locks. Then he turned to look at the Weasley standing there. "Er… was I interrupting something?" he asked.

"No, nothing is wrong Mr. Black, I'll be going now," Charlie said quickly and with one last glance at Harry he left.

"What's wrong with him?" Sirius asked looking confused.

"Don't know," Harry replied, being equally bewildered. "Come, we'll talk in my room."

So Harry led Sirius down the corridor back to his own private room, but as they walked along his godfather was wondering why they weren't going in the same direction as the Gryffindor tower. "Where are we going cub, the Gryffindor tower is that way?"

The Uxor couldn't help but blush; he hadn't even told Sirius about everything that had happened to him. Not that he had a chance of telling him. "Ah, I've got my own private room."

"A private room? Why do you need it, did something happen? Is it Voldemort?"

"What? No, no, nothing like that, we'll talk when we get to my room, it's kinda private."

Sirius frowned but let it go for now, but as they went along passing though hallways and upstairs he started getting more and more perplexed. He was sure that he had never been to this part of Hogwarts, it was more elegant and extravagant than the rest of the school. From stoneware around the window archways to the lack of self-portraits and more water colour paintings of scenery. This really wasn't part of the 'normal' Hogwarts. He really hoped he got some answers soon when they finally stopped in front of a portrait of a rainforest waterfall.

Harry gave the password, "Satus ut panton."

When they entered the luxury room Sirius started realizing more and more that his godson wasn't living on his own here. But at the same time he didn't think that Harry was living with any of his friends here either, the place was too clean… and Ron was anything but tidy.

"Pup, what's going on here?" Sirius asked, sitting down.

Harry took Oreo off his shoulder and put him next to him so that he could sit down as well. His back was already aching again and he was already hungry, or maybe that was just the nervousness. But he had to tell his godfather. Sirius could tell Harry was edgy so he reached a hand out and clasped it over Harry's own shaky ones.

"You can tell me anything, Harry."

Harry took a deep breath of air to calm himself down. "I came into my inheritance about a month ago…" he started.

"But I'm guessing that it wasn't something you wanted?"

"I'm an Origo…"

Padfoots eyes widened. "Dominant?"

Harry shook his head in negative. "Submissive…" he murmured.

"Oh little prongling," Sirius said sadly and moved closer to the smaller teen to pull him into a reassuring hug.

Sirius came from a long line of pureblood wizards, he knew all about Origos; there had even been a few relatives in the past who had the active gene, both dominant and submissive. He knew from reading journals how difficult it had been for them, ad after all the things his little prongling went through adding being a pregnant Origo to his already screwed up life probably pushed him to the edge.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm okay," he mumbled against Sirius' shirt.

"…So are you really pregnant?" his godfather asked worriedly, not really knowing how to broach the subject.

Harry chuckled and tried to bury himself deeper into the older man's chest. "Yeah," he mumbled.

"Really, can I see?" he asked, not being able to hide the excitement in his voice.

Harry blushed with embarrassment and slowly unwound himself from the hug to lift his shirt to show the slight bump of his abdomen. He watched how Sirius' grey eyes lit up in amazement; slowly he reached out his hand but stopped from actually touching him.

"Can I?"

Harry nodded, and Padfoot put his hand on the teen's stomach and felt the slight bump; a smile grew on his face. For a moment they remained silent, simply sitting there and enjoying the moment. To Sirius, who always felt like a father to Harry, he was proud of his prongling being so strong at this moment. But then he frowned as a thought entered his mind.

"Who is your mate? I thought the Maritus didn't leave their mates alone for long."

"Er…" he said, getting nervous again. "The thing is, my mate-"

Just then the portrait door opened quickly and a familiar blonde rushed in. "Harry are you okay, your emotions have been all over the place."

"Malfoy?" Sirius shouted, standing up from his seat.

"Sirius Black!" Draco shouted, instantly the blonde transformed seeing nothing but a threat. He quickly jumped forward, grabbing his mate around his stomach and pushed him behind himself for protection. He growled angrily, snapping at the older man in warning as he tried to back himself and his mate away to a safer distance.

When the older man raised his wand, the dominant took it as a further threat and spread his wings in an intimidating display. When it looked like the other man still wasn't backing down Draco started feeling more angry and agitated. It wasn't like he was going to give in first with a pregnant mate to protect.

Harry felt the anger coming off his mate; he didn't know what brought this on, but he knew he had to calm Draco down before he killed his godfather. He slinked under the dominant's reaching hands and stood in front of him, acting as a wall. This was a complete de ja vu, would it be like this every time Draco met someone in his family?

"Sirius, put your wand down."

"What?"

"Put it down or I can't stop him!" Harry shouted.

Sirius reluctantly did so, watching with fear and mild admiration as Harry started taking charge. Slowly he went towards his angry mate, reaching his hand out to slowly stroke Draco's blonde hair. Purring lightly in reassurance that there was no danger, that he was safe, that everything was okay.

"Murderer…" he snarled, his silver pools never leaving the older man.

"No, no, he's safe… he's good," Harry replied moving closer, nuzzling his face against Draco's like a cat.

Slowly he pushed Draco down against the wall and sat down on his lap to keep his mate from standing up again to attack his godfather. Sirius simply watched in amazement at how the teen handled the dominant Origo. Nuzzling against him, petting his head and making little keening noises that were all meant to comfort him. Harry kept on comforting his mate until he was sure that he wouldn't lash out again, but it did look like he wouldn't be allowed to stand up any time soon with the grip Draco had on him.

So he slowly turned around to regard his shaking godfather. "Er Sirius, this is my mate… Draco Malfoy."

Sirius continued to gape. "Charmed," he greeted.

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Getting Draco to calm down took a while, by the end he and Harry had to sit at the opposite end of the couch while Sirius occupied the armchair at a safe distance away from them. The table between them acted as a barrier and was filled with a selection of sandwiches and juice to drink. Harry started nibbling on a cucumber and tuna sandwich, trying to ignore the awkwardness hanging in the air.

Draco and Sirius were glaring at each other angrily, trying to figure the other out while Harry stood in the middle.

"So… you've been exonerated?" Draco asked, his silver eyes still shining with distrust.

"Yes, and you're Harry's mate?" Draco nodded and rolled his eyes in reply.

The silence that hung over them once again was overbearing, which only made Harry more skittish. He tried to distract himself by feeding Oreo a few sandwich pieces; the situation was really getting out of hand. But how was he meant to diffuse the situation? Both his godfather and Draco were way too protective of him, and he didn't think either would be too willing to make peace. Too much family history also to take into consideration, Malfoy's never liked the Black family and vice-versa. Draco was especially sensitive because he hadn't even known about Sirius' release.

Harry really didn't know how this situation could get any worse , but all this animosity was starting to leave him drained. All this stress was too much.

"You want to go to bed?" Draco whispered into his ear.

Not want to draw any more attention to himself he simply nodded. So Draco helped him up, and making sure that Oreo was with him, he was surprised to be led to the blonde's room without even to be asked. The older man watched him scrupulously, almost as if he was waiting to see if Draco would mess up in any way. That's when Harry realized that his godfather didn't have a place to sleep; he didn't want him to sleep on the couch.

"Sirius, you can stay in my room if you want."

Sirius frowned. "Your room? Then whose room are you going into now?"

"…Mine," Draco replied and ushered the raven inside and closing the door to let Harry have some privacy.

Now it was just Sirius and Draco on their own, and the tension was almost to the point of boiling. The older man and the Origo simply stared each other down, each trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Sirius was more worried about what the blonde would do to his godson; so far his instincts seem to be influencing him enough to take care of his 'mate', if that display on the couch was anything to go by. He couldn't help but wonder if those emotions would turn real, or even last.

So before Draco could escape also into his room Sirius stopped him.

"Do you care for him?" he asked, his grey gaze unwavering.

The blonde was silent, his stance frozen was by the door. He thought; for years he had been literally 'engineered' to 'hate' Potter, that he was a spoiled child who was worshiped and praised by the public and the teachers. Dumbledore's pet.

But now knowing him for a month, the real Harry Potter, he saw him in a different light. A bright young man that simply got a raw deal. Yeah, he was starting to care about Harry, he cared about him a lot. Would it be love yet was still a big question, but he was certainly getting there. So he regarded the waiting older man with a rare smile, that even took Sirius by surprise.

"I do," he said and went to join a sleeping Harry.