Spot check," the voice announced fr

Spot check," the voice announced from the compartment door on the Hogwarts Express, suitably cool and arrogant as to be unmistakable; and now, Harry thought, the beginning of his Sixth Year was officially underway.

"Could only be Malfoy," he said, exchanging resigned glances with Ginny, Neville, and the top of Luna Lovegood's head.

"Starting a bit early this year, isn't he?" Ginny asked, pulling her wand out from under her robes. Harry and Neville followed suit, while Luna blithely continued to read her copy of the Quibbler. "We aren't even at Hogwarts yet, and I'm tired of him already."

"And Ron and Hermione aren't finished with their Prefects' meeting yet, are they?" Harry wanted to know, then sighed as the compartment door slid open.

Malfoy cast his gaze about at the passengers disdainfully. "Hmmm," he mused. "I'm not sure this lot pass regulations, eh Crabbe? Goyle?" Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle snickered, cracking beefy knuckles and taking up the entire corridor.

"Don't you have a Prefects' meeting to be at, or something?" Ginny asked calmly, but her hand had closed around her wand in preparation.

"I was excused," Malfoy shrugged. "Some of us have important duties to attend to." He narrowed his eyes at Harry. "So what's this, then, Potter?" he asked. "You're still showing your face when you know I've got a promise to make good on?"

Harry kept his expression blank except for a raised eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Malfoy," he said, as innocently as possible.

"I told you I'd make you pay for putting my father into Azkaban," Malfoy replied, glowering darkly at him. "When I'm through with you, you'll wish you'd never come to Hogwarts."

"Right," Harry grinned. "After all, when Azkaban's through with your father, he'll wish he'd never become a Death Eater--"

Malfoy had his wand out in a show of Seeker reflexes, with Crabbe and Goyle following, but Harry and his friends were ready. He heard a jumble of hexes fly - Twitchy Ears hex, a Fur Spell from Luna -- and tried out one of the new hexes he'd read about over the summer. He concentrated on the thought of Malfoy's smug little mouth sealed shut, and smiled slightly, before uttering the incantation.

A small spray of white light shot from the end of Harry's wand and dispersed, not over Malfoy's head as Harry was expecting, but towards Malfoy's abdomen instead. It struck with enough force to send Malfoy staggering back a step, jostling his henchmen and distracting them long enough for Neville to successfully Petrify Crabbe for a moment. "Good job, Neville," Harry murmured, impressed; Neville had never Petrified such a large target before.

"Really, Malfoy," Ron's voice came from the corridor behind the Slytherins. "I thought we told you, no playing in the halls?" He and Hermione backed a stiff-limbed Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy out of the doorway on the ends of their outstretched wands.

Malfoy frowned over the line of Ron's outstretched wand, one hand pressed protectively over his stomach. He looked, Harry thought, a bit more bewildered than the situation called for. "What did you do to me, Potter?" Malfoy asked, his voice low. He kept his eyes on Ron, warily, when he said it.

Harry allowed himself a smirk, folding his arms. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said.

"We should all get back to our seats," Hermione insisted. "We're almost there. Honestly, Malfoy, we're Prefects. Can't you control yourself even a little better?" She rolled her eyes, forcing them back further with her wand, and grudgingly, they made their way back to their respective compartments.

"What was the spell you cast on Malfoy?" Hermione asked Harry later, as they climbed into the thestral-drawn carriages that were to take them up to Hogwarts. "I heard you cast it when we were outside. I've never heard it before."

Harry gaped at her. "What are you talking about? You know that spell," he said. "Impervioso? That modification of Impervius that's supposed to--"

"Seal up bodily orifices, yes," Hermione nodded. "Of course I know that one."

"So?" Harry shrugged. "I was just focused on shutting his mouth; that's all."

"But I thought-- it sounded like you said 'Imprevioso' instead." Hermione frowned. "Maybe I mis-heard you," she said, but didn't sound convinced.

Harry thought back, mouthing both words to himself silently. He didn't suppose they were all that much alike. "Maybe it didn't work because I mispronounced it?" he suggested.

"It didn't look that way," Ron put in. "It definitely looked like something hit Malfoy back there."

"Well, I wish I'd got it right," Harry said wryly. "Now Malfoy will live to speak another day, whether we like it or not."


~*~


After the Sorting and the welcoming feast, Harry was roused from his post-meal stupor by an anxious Hermione hovering over his shoulder. He had barely noticed her rising after the first course. "Harry," she said urgently. "After Ron and I show the first years to our dormitories, I'm going to go to the library and try to look up that spell you cast on Malfoy earlier."

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Hermione, can't you leave it?" Ron told her. He had unbuttoned the top of his trousers already, in preparation for a second helping. "Maybe it's just some spell to cause indigestion or something, and Malfoy got confused and suspicious. Can't hurt watching him squirm a bit, can it, while he waits for the other shoe to drop?"

"Oh, sure," Hermione said, straightening so that she was now looking down at Harry and Ron. "And maybe it's something more serious that we don't know anything about. Maybe Malfoy's fine now, but will get worse later. We have to know what happened, or Harry could really get into trouble."

Harry shrugged. "I guess," he said, and yawned. "Let me know what you find out, will you?" He supposed he should be happy that Hermione was concerned enough about his well-being to do this; but concerning Malfoy, he just couldn't be bothered to care.

~*~


It was well into the first week of classes when Malfoy cornered Harry again. Harry had turned in his seat in the Great Hall when Ron rose abruptly, to see that Malfoy was approaching them. The Slytherin was alone.

"And what do you want," Ron said, while Harry stood as well. He wasn't worried -- Malfoy wouldn't cause them any trouble in the middle of the Great Hall -- but his skin tingled with anticipation nonetheless.

"If I could have a word with you, Potter," Malfoy said, glancing between Hermione and Ron before his gaze again settled on Harry. He looked fine and completely composed, though there was a slight pinkish tinge to his cheeks that Harry didn't normally associate with Malfoy. "Alone?"

"Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of my friends," Harry said firmly. He could feel the eyes of some of the other students on his back.

Malfoy seemed to debate that for a moment, lips tightly pursed together, before saying, "all right then," rather brusquely. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his wand in his right hand but not ready for use. "Undo it."

Harry shook his head slowly. He wondered, for a brief moment, if Hermione might have been right about the possible severity of the spell. "Undo what?" he asked carefully.

Malfoy sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. "The hex, Potter," he said, glaring. "I've been a good enough sport, I've waited for it to wear off, and it's not, and my patience is wearing thin. So undo it."

"I'm afraid I can't, Malfoy," Harry said, and gave Malfoy a falsely sweet grin, "because I've no idea what I did to you."

Malfoy's gray eyes grew suddenly large in his face before he recovered his usual mask of belligerence. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then reconsidered, then opened it again. "You'd better hope this is temporary, Potter," he said coldly, and turned on his heel to walk away.

"Or what," Ron called after him, "you'll let him out-hex you again?" Harry could hear Luna Lovegood's shrieks of laughter from a table away.

~*~


Hermione was waiting up for Harry and Ron when they finally made it up to the Gryffindor common room. "Bad news, Harry," she said anxiously, meeting them at the portrait door. "I've been doing more reading, and that hex you mis-cast on Malfoy? It was a valid spell you cast, and it's a big one."

"Yeah, I thought it might be," Harry admitted, slumping down into one of the big chairs by the fireplace. "He cornered me just now and demanded that I undo it."

"I'm surprised he didn't try to curse you into next week," Hermione said dolefully, holding up her book. "Listen to this: 'The Imprevius spell came into widespread use immediately after its invention in 1943 by one M. Hancock-Brown, for couples rendered infertile due to medical or magical mishaps'."

"So-- it's some kind of birth control?" Ron asked.

"It's the reverse of birth control," Hermione said, and kept reading. "'The spell repairs or creates in the recipient a fully-functional uterus and birth canal--'"

"Whoa!" Ron said, and Harry covered his mouth to hide his snicker. "Harry, you turned Malfoy into a girl!"

"'--and'," Hermione continued pointedly, "'implants an embryo conceived with the spell-caster's essence'." She looked up, and the urge to laugh left Harry as suddenly as it came. Ron's attempt to stifle a gasp was not entirely successful, though Harry could hardly blame him.

"What does that-- what are you saying, Hermione? Are you saying," Harry said slowly, "that my hex made Malfoy... pregnant? Without even touching him? And yet it's... mine, somehow. The baby."

"That's what I'm saying, Harry." Hermione put her hand on his knee. "I'm sorry."

Harry's limbs felt heavy, where they weren't feeling numb. "I think I need to sit down," he mumbled.

"You're already sitting down," Ron said weakly.

This was not as bad as it sounded, Harry thought. He just had to think things through. He could do this. "Well," he began, "at least now we know what it is, so we can look up the counter-spell, right?" He glanced up at Hermio

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Spot Check, "the voice Announced Door from the compartment on the Hogwarts Express, suitably cool and arrogant as to be unmistakable;. And now, Harry Thought, the beginning of His Sixth Year was Officially Underway "Could only be Malfoy," he Said , Resigned Exchanging glances with Ginny, Neville, and Luna Lovegood's the Top of head. "Starting Early this year a bit, is not he?" Asked Ginny, pulling out from under HER HER WAND Robes. Harry and Neville Followed SUIT, while Luna blithely continued to Read HER Copy of the Quibbler. "We are not yet Even at Hogwarts, and I'm already tired of HIM." "And Ron and Hermione are not Finished with Their Prefects' Meeting yet, are THEY? "Wanted to know Harry, then sighed as the compartment slid Open Door. Malfoy cast about His Gaze at the Passengers disdainfully. "Hmmm," he mused. "I'm not Sure Pass this Lot Regulations, eh Crabbe? Goyle?" Behind HIM, Crabbe and Goyle snickered, beefy Cracking knuckles and taking up the Entire Corridor. "Do not you have a Prefects' Meeting to be at, or something?" Asked Ginny calmly, BUT HAD HER Closed Hand Around HER WAND in Preparation. "I was excused," Malfoy shrugged. "Some of us have important duties to attend to." He narrowed his eyes at Harry. "So what's this, then, Potter?" he asked. "You're still showing your face when you know I've got to make good on a Promise? " Harry Kept His expression blank except for a raised eyebrow. "I have no idea What you're talking about, Malfoy," he Said, as innocently as Possible. "I Told you I'd make you my Father Pay for putting into Azkaban, "Malfoy replied, glowering at DARKLY HIM." When I'm through with you, you'll Wish you'd Never Come to Hogwarts. " "Right," Harry grinned. "After All, When Azkaban's through with your Father, he'll Wish he'd Never a Managing Director Eater-- Death" Malfoy HAD His WAND out in a show of Seeker reflexes, with Crabbe and Goyle Following, BUT Harry and his friends were ready He heard a jumble of hexes fly -. Twitchy Ears hex, a Fur Spell from Luna -. and tried out one of the new hexes he'd read about over the summer He concentrated on the thought of Malfoy's smug little Mouth Sealed Shut, and smiled Slightly, before uttering the Incantation. A Small Spray of white light SHOT from the End of Harry's WAND and Dispersed, not over Malfoy's head as Harry was expecting, BUT towards Malfoy's abdomen instead. It Struck with enough Force to Send Malfoy Staggering back a step, jostling His henchmen and Distracting Them Long enough for Neville to successfully Petrify Crabbe for a Moment "Good job, Neville," Harry murmured, Impressed;. Neville HAD SUCH Petrified Never before a large target. "Really, Malfoy, "Ron's voice came from the corridor behind the Slytherins." I thought we told you, no playing in the halls? "He and Hermione backed a stiff-limbed Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy out of the doorway on the ends of their outstretched Wands. Malfoy frowned over the Line of Ron's outstretched WAND, one Hand pressed protectively over His stomach. He Looked, Harry Thought, a bit More bewildered than the Situation Called for. "What did you do to Me, Potter?" Malfoy Asked , His voice low. He Kept His eyes on Ron, warily, When he Said it. Harry allowed Himself a Smirk, folding His Arms. "Would not you like to know," he Said. "We get back to All Our SHOULD seats, "Hermione insisted." We're almost there. Honestly, Malfoy, we're Prefects. Can not you control yourself even a little better? "She rolled her eyes, forcing them back further with her ​​wand, and grudgingly, THEY made ​​Their Way to Their RESPECTIVE compartments back. "What was the spell you cast on Malfoy?" Asked Harry Hermione later, as THEY climbed into the Thestral-drawn carriages to Take Them That Were up to Hogwarts. "I Heard you cast it When WE Were Outside. I've Never Heard it before. " Harry gaped at HER. "What are you talking about? You know That spell," he Said. "Impervioso? That modification of Impervius That's Supposed to-" "Seal up bodily orifices, yes,. "Hermione nodded" Of course I know That one. " "So?" Harry Shrugged "I was just focused on Shutting His Mouth; That's All.." "BUT I thought-- it sounded like you Said 'Imprevioso' instead. "Hermione frowned." Maybe I mis-Heard you, "SHE Said, BUT did not sound convinced. Harry Thought back, silently mouthing Both words to Himself. He did not suppose THEY Were All That much Alike. "Maybe it did not Work Because I mispronounced it?" he Suggested. "It did not look That Way," Ron put in. "It hit Malfoy Definitely Looked like something back there." "Well, I Wish I 'd got it right, "Said Harry wryly." Now Malfoy Will Speak to Live Another Day, WHETHER WE like it or not. " ~ * ~ After the Sorting and the welcoming feast, Harry was roused from His post-Meal Stupor by an anxious Hermione hovering over his shoulder. He had barely noticed her rising after the first course. "Harry," she said urgently. "After Ron and I show the first years to our dormitories, I'm going to go to the library and That try to look up on Malfoy Earlier spell you cast. " "Oh, for goodness' Sake, Hermione, CAN not you leave it?" Ron Told HER. He HAD unbuttoned the Top of His Trousers already, in Preparation for a Second Helping. "Maybe it's just to cause indigestion Some spell or something, and Malfoy got confused and suspicious. Can not Hurt watching HIM squirm a bit, CAN it, while he waits for the other to drop Shoe?" "Oh, Sure, "Hermione said, straightening so that she was now looking down at Harry and Ron." And maybe it's something more serious that we do not know anything about. Maybe Malfoy's fine now, but will get worse later. We have to know what happened , or really get into Trouble Could Harry. " Harry Shrugged. "I guess," he Said, and yawned. "What you know Let Me Find out, Will you?" He Supposed he SHOULD be Hermione Happy That was enough Concerned about His Well-being to do this;. BUT Concerning Malfoy, he just Could not be bothered to care ~ * ~ . It was Well into the first Week of classes Cornered When Harry Again Malfoy in Harry turned His HAD SEAT in the Great Hall When .. Ron Rose abruptly, to See That was Approaching Them The Slytherin Malfoy was alone "And What do you want," Said Ron, while Harry Stood as He was not Worried Well -. Malfoy Would not cause any Trouble in Them the Middle of the Great Hall - BUT His Skin tingled with Anticipation nonetheless. "If I Could have a Word with you, Potter," Malfoy Said, Hermione and Ron before glancing BETWEEN His Gaze Again settled on Harry and He Looked Completely Fine. Composed, though there was a Slight Pinkish tinge to His Cheeks That Harry did not Normally Associate with Malfoy. "Alone?" "Anything you CAN say to Me, you CAN say in Front of my Friends," Said Harry Firmly. He Could Feel the eyes of Some of the other Students on His back. Malfoy seemed to Debate That for a Moment, Tightly Lips pursed together, before Saying, "All right then," Rather brusquely. His Hands clenched and unclenched at His Sides, His WAND BUT not in His right Hand READY for Use. "Undo it." Slowly Harry shook His head. He wondered, for a brief Moment, if Hermione Might have Been Possible right about the Severity of the spell. "Undo What?" he Asked carefully. Malfoy sighed a heavily, Rolling His eyes. "The hex, Potter," he Said, Glaring. "I've Been a good enough Sport, I've Waited for it to Wear off, and it's not, and my Patience is Wearing Thin. So undo it. " "I'm Afraid I CAN not, Malfoy," Said Harry, Malfoy and Gave a falsely sweet grin, "Because I've no idea What I did to you." Malfoy's gray eyes Grew suddenly large in his face before he recovered his usual mask of belligerence. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then reconsidered, then opened it again. "You'd better hope this is temporary, Potter," he said coldly, and turned Heel to Walk Away on His. "Or What," Ron Called after HIM, "you'll let HIM out-hex you Again?" Could Hear Luna Lovegood Harry's shrieks of laughter from a table Away. ~ * ~ Hermione was Waiting up for Harry and Ron when they finally made ​​it up to the Gryffindor common room. "Bad news, Harry," she said anxiously, meeting them at the portrait door. "I've been doing more reading, and that hex you mis-cast on Malfoy? It was a Valid spell you cast, and it's a big one. " "Yeah, I Thought it Might be," Harry Admitted, slumping down into one of the big Chairs by the fireplace. "He Cornered Me just now and . demanded That I undo it " "I'm Surprised he did not try to Curse you into Next Week," Said Hermione dolefully, Holding up HER Book "Listen to this:. 'The Imprevius spell Came into Widespread Use Immediately after ITS Invention in 1943 by one M. Hancock-Brown, for infertile couples Rendered Due to medical or Magical Mishaps'. " "So - it's kind of Some Birth Control?" Asked Ron. "It's the Reverse of Birth Control," Said Hermione , and Kept reading. "'The spell Repairs or in the Recipient Creates a Fully-Functional uterus and Birth canal--'" "Whoa!" Said Ron, and Harry Covered His Mouth to hide His Snicker. "Harry, you turned Malfoy into a Girl! " "'--and'," Hermione continued Pointedly, "'implants an embryo conceived with the spell-Caster's Essence'." She Looked up, and the Urge to Laugh left as it Came Suddenly as Harry. Ron's attempt to stifle a gasp was not Entirely Successful, though Harry Could Hardly blame HIM. "What does that-- What are you Saying, Hermione? Are you Saying," Slowly Said Harry, "That made ​​my hex Malfoy ... pregnant? Without Even Touching HIM? And yet ... it's mine, Somehow. The Baby. " "That's What I'm Saying, Harry." Hermione put on His Hand HER KNEE. "I'm Sorry." Harry's Felt heavy limbs, where THEY Were not Feeling Numb. "I Think I Need to sit down," he mumbled. "You're already sitting down," Said Ron weakly. This was not as Bad as it sounded, Harry Thought. He just HAD to think things through. He could do this. "Well," he began, "at least now we know what it is, so we can look up the counter-spell, right?" He glanced up at Hermio

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Spot check, "the voice announced from the compartment door on the Hogwarts Express, suitably cool and arrogant as to be unmistakable; and now, Harry thought, the beginning of his Sixth Year was officially underway.

" Could only be Malfoy, "he said, exchanging resigned glances with Ginny, Neville, and the top of Luna Lovegood's head.

" Starting a bit early this year, isn't he Ginny asked? ",Pulling her wand out from under her robes. Harry and Neville followed suit, while Luna blithely continued to read her copy of the Quibbler. "We aren't even at Hogwarts yet, and I'm tired of him already." "And Ron and Hermione

aren't finished with their Prefects'meeting yet, are they?" Harry wanted to know, then sighed as the compartment door slid open.

Malfoy cast his gaze about at the passengers disdainfully. "Hmmm," "he mused. I'm not sure this lot pass regulations, eh Crabbe? Goyle?" Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle snickered, cracking beefy knuckles and taking up the entire corridor. "Don't you have a

Prefects'meeting to be at, or something Ginny?" asked calmly, but her hand had closed around her wand in preparation.

I was excused ","Malfoy shrugged." Some of us have important duties to attend to. "He narrowed his eyes at Harry." So what's this, then, Potter? "He asked." You're still showing your face when you know I've got a promise to make good on? "

Harry kept his expression blank except for a raised eyebrow. I have" no idea what you're talking about, Malfoy, "he said, as innocently as possible.

"I told you I'd make you pay for putting my father into Azkaban," Malfoy replied, glowering darkly at him. "When I'm through with you, you'll wish you'd never come to Hogwarts."

"Right Harry grinned.", "After all, when Azkaban's through with your father, he'll wish he'd never become a Death Eater--"

Malfoy had his wand out in a show of Seeker reflexes, with Crabbe and Goyle following,But Harry and his friends were ready. He heard a jumble of hexes fly - Twitchy Ears hex, a Fur Spell from Luna and tried out one of -- the new hexes he'd read about over the summer. He concentrated on the thought of Malfoy's smug little mouth sealed shut, and smiled slightly, before uttering the incantation.

A small spray of white light shot from the end of Harry's wand and dispersed,Not over Malfoy's head as Harry was expecting, but towards Malfoy's abdomen instead. It struck with enough force to send Malfoy staggering back a step, jostling his henchmen and distracting them long enough for Neville to successfully Petrify Crabbe for a moment. "Good job, Neville," Harry murmured, impressed; Neville had never Petrified such a large target before.

"Really, Malfoy,"Ron's voice came from the corridor behind the Slytherins." I thought we told you, no playing in the halls? "He and Hermione backed a stiff-limbed Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy out of the doorway on the ends of their outstretched wands.

Malfoy frowned over the line of Ron's outstretched wand, one hand pressed protectively over his stomach. He looked, Harry thought,A bit more bewildered than the situation called for. "What did you do to me, Malfoy asked, his Potter?" voice low. He kept his eyes on Ron, warily, when he said it.

Harry allowed himself a smirk, folding his arms. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said.

"We should all get back to our seats," Hermione insisted. "We're almost there. Honestly, Malfoy, we're Prefects.Can't you control yourself even a little better? "She rolled her eyes, forcing them back further with her wand, and grudgingly, they made their way back to their respective compartments.

" What was the spell you cast on Malfoy? "Hermione asked Harry later, as they climbed into the thestral-drawn carriages that were to take them up to Hogwarts." I heard you cast it when we were outside.