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Damaged Bodies, Growing Lives, Building Families	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 20994 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Dedicated to Jessica, who had a nasty fall from a horse, I hope you get better soon lovelie.

Last Time

Harry chuckled as he opened his bedroom door and said a soft goodnight to Tony, who was already halfway back up the corridor and just waved his arm without breaking his stride or turning around. He flicked on the light switch in his room and shut his door softly, sliding the small and simple bolt lock closed. As soon as the door was closed and locked, his forced mask of calm crumbled and he pressed his back against the door, his expression one of horror as he slid down until he was sat on the floor with his arms wrapped tightly around his shaking knees.

He remembered everything; everything that had happened to him during his captivity, all of the questions, his responses, the endless torture and even the heat period he had slipped into whilst held prisoner and the strong, alluring Alpha who had come to help him, the Alpha who had mated with him. That Alpha had been Clint.

Chapter Five – Barrier’s Broken

Harry didn’t sleep at all as he stayed in his room overnight, thinking, stressing his mind again so soon after getting all of his memories back. It wasn’t his brightest move, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t been told.

He swallowed as he remembered the conversation with the doctor soon after he had woken up. He had asked to be put back on his suppressant tablets, he hadn’t remembered he had gone onto a heat period at that time, he hadn’t realised until tonight that he had gone onto his heat period, he had been told he was lucky, that he hadn’t had one. The doctors had outright lied to him. He hated S.H.I.E.L.D. agency medics.

They had told him that his adrenaline levels would interfere with the suppressants, that his body wouldn’t absorb the tablets with such high levels of the hormone in his blood so there was no point in him taking them yet, but they had lied to him, blatantly lied. It was because none of the suppressants, tablets, liquid or injection, could be taken when pregnant, they damaged the placenta.

Harry’s mind flashed to Bruce’s hands hovering over his waist, always hovering over his waist and when he had fallen down the stairs, Clint’s hand had been on his belly, over the baby he had forced onto him.

Perhaps they weren’t so concerned for him after all, just the baby he was carrying, was that why he had been moved into Stark Tower, not for his safety, but for the baby. He swallowed harshly, he wondered where Director Fury and Agent Coulson stood, but then he rationalised that Agent Coulson had been kind towards him even before he had been abducted. He calmed himself at that, he still had his job. He could get through this. He would come through it fine, like he always did. He had been at rock bottom before and he had crawled his way back up again, he could do it again easily. He only needed himself.

Dragging himself to the large bed against the one wall, Harry took in his surroundings for the first time. He was obviously in a guest bedroom, but it was set out to be a permanent room, there was a large, empty bookcase, plush carpet and a faux fur rug, tasteful paintings on the walls, two matching bedside tables, each with their own lamp and a small, two seated settee against another wall.

It was a very beautiful room and Harry knew immediately that Tony had not designed or decorated this room, or any room in this tower. It had probably been done by some up and coming interior decorator who had been paid far too much to do it.

Harry went through his bags until he found the silver, three photographed, hinged frame. In one side of the frame was Sirius and Remus, it had been taken at Grimmauld Place before his fifth year and despite everything, the two men had been caught in mid laugh together. The opposite frame held a picture that Remus had taken on the sly, of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George, also at Grimmauld Place before his fifth year.

They all had cleaning rags in their hand, but Fred and George had started a water fight and it was chaos from there. Remus had whistled and as all of them stopped trying to push their rags into each other’s faces and snapped their heads around, worried that it was Mrs Weasley who had caught them, Remus had taken a photo. Harry loved the look on everyone’s faces, from horror, to surprise, to guilt to wide-eyed shock, but all of them were happy, they were all amused and having fun, it was right there behind all of their eyes. He missed them; he missed all of them, why did they have to die? How could every single one of them have died in the war that he alone had survived? Why was it always him? Why did it always have to be him?

The middle photo was of his parents and it was one of his favourite pictures of them. His Mother was holding him gently in her arms wrapped in a white blanket, the back of the photo said he was three weeks old. His Father’s left arm was around his Wife’s waist tightly, protectively, his right arm was under hers, supporting Harry’s slight weight gently, lovingly, a big hand coming out from under his Mother’s arm and cradling the back of his head lightly.

Not many Fathers were happy to have Omega sons; he had heard horrible stories of disownment and abandonment, of abuse and battery, all because their son had been born an Omega, something so far out of their control that couldn’t be stopped or helped. But seeing the look on his Father’s face, the love and adoration that was as clear as day in his Father’s eyes, Harry knew, even without Sirius and Remus assuring him so, that his Father had loved him regardless of his born social rank.

Alpha, Beta or Omega, his Father hadn’t given a damn and had loved him as a person regardless and had given his all to protect him, had made the ultimate sacrifice and given his life to give his Beta mate and Omega son just a bit more time to escape. It made dealing with all the Alpha dicks out in the world easier, knowing that his Alpha Father had loved him so much and that if he had been alive; he would have protected him for life, would have protected him from any and all Alphas, and even Betas, who thought that Harry was beneath them or was good for nothing other than a fuck. Though he was forever glad that Vernon and Petunia had both been Betas and that Dudley had been a born Beta, it made going through his juvenile heat periods as a teenager easier with no Alpha around to make him beg.

The stronger, real, breeding heat cycles didn’t start until an Omega was between seventeen and twenty, which made everything that much easier at school, but there was a reason that Alphas and Omegas were separated from each other in the sixth and seventh year, Harry has seen that when Ron and Seamus had come into their adulthood in the N.E.W.T years. Neville and Dean had both been Betas, as well as Hermione, but Harry had been the only one in Gryffindor who had been an Omega that year and he was overall grateful that he hadn’t started his full heat cycles until he was nineteen and already on suppressants thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D.

His very first adult heat cycle had been as a captive torture victim, tied up and bound, his body already broken, his mind vanished under mating instincts that the heat had drowned him in and he had absolutely no hope of controlling and his very first Alpha mate had been a man who was supposed to have saved him.

Harry swallowed and hugged the photo frame to his chest. That wasn’t fair, Clint had saved him and really, wasn’t it better to have been mated by Clint than any of his abusers and torturers? A full body shiver rolled down his spine and his leg jerked painfully. He bit his lip when a sob escaped, he breathed in deeply. He could do this, he didn’t need anyone else, he just needed to breathe.

He was fine, he was alive, Clint may have mated him in heat, but it couldn’t have been helped and he wasn’t bonded, he touched the part of his neck where a bonding bite would rest and his skin was still smooth and unmarked. Clint hadn’t taken that from him at least and he was so thankful.

He was too confused to be bonded at the moment, baby or not, he didn’t want to be bonded at just twenty years old. He didn’t want to tie himself to one Alpha male for the rest of his life at just twenty years old. It was far too soon to make that sort of life choice, it wasn’t like a marriage, which was divorceable, an Alpha/Omega bonding was for life, really and truly until death does us part and Harry didn’t want to hurt Clint, let alone kill him to sever a mate bond.

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Clint could barely eat his lunch as Harry remained a no show, for all his claims that he had slept too long already, if he was still asleep then they should have taken him off of the sedatives a week ago, because it seemed he slept better and longer without them.

“This is the second meal he’s missed today, not to mention that he missed dinner yesterday.” Steve fretted, barely touching his own food.

“He’ll be fine Capt.” Tony sighed; eating his own lunch like nothing else mattered.

“He need’s something to eat.”

Tony dropped his fork and sat back from the table. “Jarvis, where is Harry?”

“He is in his room, Sir.”

“What is he doing in his room?”

“He is sleeping, Sir.”

“He’s sleeping Steve.” Tony said to the super soldier. “Do you really want to wake him up to force him to eat, knowing perfectly well that you’ll force him to sleep again after he’s eaten? Don’t try to deny it. He’ll be fine, he needs more sleep than he needs food anyway, food is fuel, sleep is healing. Let him heal before he starts filling up on fuel.”

Steve clenched his hands together, but he nodded and picked at his own lunch, his worry for Harry encompassing almost everything else. He knew Harry was hurt, knew he was suffering and he just wanted to help in any way that he could, he wanted Harry to be better and to be happy again, the young man had been suffering even before he had been abducted and seeing him being treated like dirt by other Alphas, and even Betas, in the workplace made him want to prove that not all Alpha’s thought that Omegas were sex toys or something to wipe their feet on as they passed. He just wanted to help.

“Do we have to do anything today?” Clint asked.

Natasha shook her head as she stood to put her plate in the sink; it was Steve’s turn to do the dishes. “Not unless there is an emergency, but I am going to the workout floor if you’d like to join me to blow off some stress.”

“Harry…”

“Is perfectly capable of navigating the tower by himself.” Tony cut in firmly as he finished his own lunch. “Nowhere in this tower is off limits to any of you, though I do prefer you to leave my workshop, bedroom and personal bathroom alone, that applies to Harry as well, he knows not to leave the tower, everything else is up to him, including where he goes, why, when and who with. Give him some space and privacy, none of you would like it if I started hovering and hanging all over you all day. He needs space.”

“Tony’s right.” Natasha told the unconvinced Alphas. “You’re going to drive him back into a hospital bed if you don’t leave off him. He’s already admitted to feeling stressed, panicked and overwhelmed, he needs his own time and methods to get him past what happened, you’re all making him feel worse and to be honest it’s pathetic watching you all clamour him, if you had any brain cells you’d realise that you’re all being detrimental to his recovery, but you just don’t see it.”

There was silence after Tony and Natasha had finished speaking as the remaining Alphas thought over what had been said, the thickest skulls to get through would be Thor and Steve, both of them were ages old and set in their beliefs and fully believed that they were right, but them being right or not was not going to help Harry any and they needed to realise and understand that as long as they pushed, pulled and forced their views on Harry, he wasn’t going to get better or recover.

“Sir, Master Harry has stirred from his bed.” Jarvis’ cool voice cut through the tension.

“See Capt., he’s perfectly able to wake himself up without anyone calling him and I’m sure he’ll find his way up here when he’s ready.” Tony grinned, standing up and putting his plate in the sink.

Tony was happily proven right when not twenty minutes later the soft ding of the lift sounded and a showered and dressed Harry came into the kitchen with a thoughtful frown on his face.

“Are you hungry?” Tony asked. “We made you something just in case you woke up.”

“Thank you; I could eat a manky cat.” Harry answered softly, he still sounded tired even after the amount of sleep he had already gotten. It was worrying, but Tony forced the urge to clamour Harry and settle him back into bed down hard. Harry was capable of getting himself to bed if he felt like it.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Tony grinned instead as he patted the chair he had just vacated and served Harry happily when he sat down.

“Did you shower by yourself?” Steve asked with a swallow, he had tried not to ask, but his concern won out.

“No, my invisible friends helped me.” Harry answered with an eye roll. “Of course I showered by myself. The very last thing I want now is for anyone to see me without clothes on. I had enough of that when I was tied to the ceiling in that steel room.”

“You’re using clothes as a barrier.” Bruce commented softly.

“I know, but I feel…” Harry shook his head and breathed out heavily.

“Go on, you can say it. Vulnerable.” Tony coaxed, knowing the feeling well from his time spent in the cave in Afghanistan hooked up to a car battery, the only thing keeping him alive. “Say it.”

Harry swallowed and nodded. “I feel vulnerable out of my clothes. I don’t like how open and defenceless I am when I’m naked. I don’t want anyone to see me naked, even if I have to crawl in and out of the shower by myself and sit in the bottom of the stall to clean myself, I don’t want any help.”

Steve nodded at that, letting it go, but urging Harry to eat, which he did. He managed to eat almost as much as Thor, but with more manners and a slower pace.

Natasha had dragged away a reluctant Clint, Bruce had gone down to his lab and Tony wanted to go to his workshop, but he was very, very reluctant to leave Harry with just Thor and Steve.

“How are you feeling?” He asked Harry, hating that he sounded like an Alpha dick, but he wanted Harry to be alright without him.

“I’m fine.” Harry said automatically, patting his belly, which had distended quite a bit until he really looked at least two or three months pregnant.

“Congratulations friend!” Thor boomed laying a big hand over Harry’s belly.

Harry laughed happily. “The doctors told me that that would happen for a while yet, it’s because my stomach was shrunken because I hadn’t been eating properly before I was taken and when I was stuck there, they didn’t feed me anything, so any decent amount of food now is going to make my stomach bloated for a while, until a time when my stomach stretches to accommodate more food.”

“You’re having a food baby.” Tony snorted in amusement, smirking.

Harry grinned and nodded. “It’ll go down in an hour or so.”

“Come on, you can come and wait it out with me in my workshop if you want too.”

“What do you do in your workshop?” Harry asked as Tony pulled him to his feet.

“All sorts of stuff, come and see.”

“My plate.” Harry complained.

“It’s Steve’s turn to do the dishes.” Tony assured him as he tugged Harry further away.

They ran into Natasha and Clint on the way to the lift and Clint’s eyes didn’t leave Harry’s distended stomach.

“It’s the food.” Harry told him coolly, his hand lowering to cup the bulging belly. “Starvation does terrible things to me, though Thor has already congratulated me.”

“It’s his food baby; he’s going to call it Thor’s Bane.” Tony put in as he bashed the button to call the lift.

Harry chuckled. “Thor’s Bane? Why is the baby Thor’s?”

“He cooked.” Natasha told him.

“But I read in one report that you all complained about Thor’s cooking, it had made you sick during an emergency.” Harry frowned.

They all shuddered. “Let’s just say as an alien Prince, he was not used to cooking anything. He’s gotten much better over the years, though Bruce’s cooking will always be the best. Though we order take out very often, mostly for dinner.”

“Do you cook Harry?” Natasha asked. “You can join the rotas when you’re better if you aren’t completely terrible.”

“Oh I love cooking.” Harry smiled. “I never used to, but since coming to America and getting my own place and my own space, cooking what I want I’ve rekindled a new love for it. A man has to eat; he can’t live off of take away food forever.”

“Tell that to Tony.”

Harry chuckled and stepped into the lift, keeping Natasha between him and Clint, he didn’t think they noticed, but he wasn’t comfortable being in such a closed space with two Alphas, one of which was the father to the baby they didn’t know he knew about.

He’d have to see what wizard treatments or supplements and things pregnant Omegas took and look into buying some, maybe he could owl St Fiacre’s again for information. He needed all the help he could get and he’d have to sort out his house too if he was going to be living there with his baby. He’d need to make it into a steady home, not just a shaped pile of brick to keep out the weather.

Thankfully Natasha and Clint got off soon enough; Natasha tugging a reluctant Clint out of the lift, Harry swallowed a shudder. Why did Clint always want to be around him now? In the hospital, when Harry had wanted him around to thank him for saving him, the man barely came, but now he was out of the hospital and knew what the man had done, Clint couldn’t leave him alone. It was strange and he couldn’t understand it.

Tony tugging on his arm brought him out of his thoughts and he automatically smiled at the frowning man in front of him, happily following as quickly as his leg would let him, ignoring Tony’s arm around his lower back, the man was a genius, there’s no way he didn’t know what had happened or the results of what had happened, that meant he was in on it all too. He had been lying to him as well, everyone in this tower was lying to him, lying by omission maybe, but it was still lying to him.

He had decided last night, while he was still awake and thinking long into the early hours of the morning, that he would wait and see what they did, he would wait and see if they were planning on telling him or if they were going to keep him in the dark and pretend that nothing had happened, that one of their own hadn’t mated and impregnated him on a rescue mission. He wondered if the latter was true, and they were all going to pretend it hadn’t happened, what they were planning to do when he had the baby, would they tell him then? Would they let him think it was the baby of one of his captors? They couldn’t honestly think they could ignore or get out of this situation, so what the hell were they planning to do?

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Bruce was worried about Harry as the twenty year old once again slipped into his own mind, staring at a single point outside of the window, the considering frown back on his face. It had been a week since Harry had arrived at Stark Tower and he had slipped in neatly and easily, never bringing attention to himself, happily sitting in the same spot and reading his books for hours on end, Steve usually joined him, but Harry liked spending most of his time with Pepper, who he had met, befriended and got on famously with, or with Tony.

Bruce was sure Harry was slowly figuring out what had happened to himself, the amount of times he slipped into his own memories in this last week proved that the meditation was working, Harry was remembering more and more, about the reports and projects he had worked on, more personal information about the Avengers, more of what had happened to him in that steel room, it was only a matter of time before he uncovered the full truth of what had happened that day and he had urged Clint to tell Harry, but the man’s courage was failing. It seemed impossible to conceive that Clint couldn’t face up to his own actions, to what he had done, but the insecurities he held from his youth and facing Harry’s reaction to what he had done kept him from telling the twenty year old, which was potentially disastrous if Harry figured it out on his own as he had tried to explain several times to Clint over the past week. All of them were on edge and were urging Clint to tell Harry, hissing at him that Harry deserved to know the truth and that every day where he didn’t tell him was risking Harry finding out himself.

“Bruce?” Harry asked softly. “When can I go back on my suppressants? I don’t want to slip into preheat with a tower full of Alphas. It’s coming up again soon.”

“The doctors told you that your hormone levels were too high.” Clint said slightly too fast.

“No, I couldn’t take them because my adrenaline levels were too high, now I’m not being sedated all the time; my body isn’t running on adrenaline to fight it off. My levels of adrenaline are not going to affect the suppressant anymore. I want to go back on my tablets…today.” Harry said forcefully with a glint in his green eyes.

Bruce was at a loss as to what to do or what to say. If Harry went on the suppressants he could end up killing or deforming his own baby, if indeed he was even pregnant, it had proven impossible to get a blood sample from Harry without drawing suspicion and they weren’t willing to take the chance if he was actually pregnant, they had to tell him and he gave a pointed look to Clint, who had gone very pale.

“Enough is enough; you have to tell him Barton. Now.” Stark announced as he stood from his bar area with a glass in hand.

“Tell me what exactly?” Harry cut in politely, his green eyes gone steel, his hand clenching around his glass of water. No one dared to move or make a sound.

“Tell me what?!” Harry repeated more forcefully, glaring at all of them, before the sound of breaking glass and Harry flinching, suddenly moving to hold his bleeding hand as he cursed explicatively, had Bruce moving to help.

He caught the towel Tony threw at him and after making sure there was no glass in the cuts through Harry’s palm, wrapped the towel around it.

“There…there is something about your rescue that we…that I didn’t tell you about.” Clint told Harry hesitantly.

“You were the only one in that building; you’re the only one who knew what happened on that rescue mission. I was unconscious.” Harry hissed. “What happened?!”

“Things got more complicated than I first thought.” Clint said after a heavy, convulsive swallow. “Everything was smooth until I entered the room with you. You were on heat Harry, that room was swimming in your heat pheromones. Please believe me when I say I couldn’t control what happened next.”

Clint looked imploringly to Harry, who stood as tall as his spine would allow, his face blank, his eyes furious and steely, even with a blooded towel wrapped around his hand. He did not say a word, he didn’t urge Clint on or tell him to stop or give any indication of what he wanted to happen or hear next.

“I…I succumbed to my baser instincts and I mated you Harry. You can’t go onto the suppressants because we’re unsure if you’re pregnant or not. I’m so sorry, I never would have chosen for it to be this way. I swear.”

Harry didn’t move, didn’t show any outward signs of shock or disgust, but then they knew Harry was good at pretending from the recording they had all seen from his time in captivity. He had been solid, unshakable. He may have screamed his throat bloody and writhed in his agony, but he had not talked, he hadn’t given those men a single piece of useful information to use against the Avengers, against himself, against S.H.I.E.L.D or against America. He had hung there and taken absolutely everything that had been dished out and he had emerged as this wonderful, if slightly odd, twenty year old man that he was slowly getting to know and very much enjoyed the company of.

“Please say something Harry.” Clint nearly begged.

“I know.” Was all Harry said, staring at Clint heavily.

Bruce felt his stomach sink. Harry had figured it out himself; he shared a look with Tony, who had also understood Harry’s words and their damning meaning.

“You know?” Clint repeated, his expression confused.

Harry nodded. “I figured it all out last week, it all clicked into placed. I am pregnant, I did the test three days ago and it came back positive. What I want to know, is why the fuck did you not tell me as soon as my eyes opened?!”

Harry’s raise in volume startled them all into blinking as he turned from calm and collected to absolutely furious with burning eyes.

“Where do you people get off treating me like this?!” He shouted at them all, glaring at them all and Bruce felt less than an inch big. “Didn’t you think I would have liked to have known that my first ever adult mating was while I was in captivity, off my fucking head from torture, protecting the lot of you no less?! Didn’t you think I’d like to know that I was possibly, and I’m now confirmed to be, pregnant! I could have had everything sorted weeks ago if you had just TOLD ME!”

“Just calm down Harry.” Steve tried to urge.

“Do not even dare tell me to calm down!” Harry hissed, his eyes flashing as he tried to burn a hole through Steve’s head. “I have been waiting for even a hint that you were going to tell me, but I had to trick an explanation out of you by asking after my suppressant medication. You people are sick!”

“We wanted to tell…”

“No! Do not tell me anymore lies! I don’t want to hear how you wanted to tell me but couldn’t, how you were ordered not to or any other lie the doctors have already used! I don’t want to hear it! You could have told me if you had wanted to and you didn’t!”

“We did want to tell you, we were leaving it to Clint, it was his mistake to make up, it was his place to tell you what he had done; not ours, only he’s a coward.” Tony cut in.

“I trusted all of you, how can you treat me this way? What would you have done if I hadn’t figured it out myself? Were you going to let me carry on my life thinking that the baby I carry was the result of my torture, that one of my captors had done that to me?”

“Of course not!” Steve replied appalled.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?! Why wait this long? I’ve been awake for almost a month! I’m a month pregnant Steve!”

“It’s my fault, not theirs Harry. I should have told you, but I couldn’t face what I had done.”

“I don’t like being kept in the dark over my own life Clint. You were playing with my life and my baby’s life! What gives you the right to decide what I know about my own life and when?” Harry demanded.

“I’m sorry; I was going to tell you.”

“While you were running around after yourself, deciding yet another day I wasn’t allowed to know that there might be a baby inside me, I could have done irreparable harm to myself and my baby! I’ve been trying to get better, but it’s no secret that I can’t eat a lot and I regularly forget to eat if not reminded, did you think on that while you were deciding not to tell me? Do you think if I had even the smallest doubt of whether or not I was pregnant I would have dared walk up and down stairs with a gammy leg? If you had just told me everything would have been fine!”

“I know that now and I’m sorry.” Clint replied choked.

“Not good enough.” Harry stated coldly. “It’s not good enough that I’ve had to wait for so long for you to finally get around to telling me and even then I had to force it out of you!”

“Please let me make it up to you, I only wanted to do what was best.”

“Telling me would have been for the best!”

“The doctors said it could destroy your mind.” Steve said softly.

“Well I’ve known for a week Steve and I’m still mentally abled. Do you really think so little of me as to think that finding out I had been mated and impregnated would be the thing to break me? Those people threw their all at me, I survived through all of what they did to me and you think this, this of all things, would be what had broken me?”

“We’re not saying what you went through wasn’t terrible, that you weren’t strong and you dealt with what happened really well, we were just worried that maybe this would be one thing too much.” Bruce tried to explain.

“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t.” Harry said and he turned around and walked away.

“Where are you going?” Clint asked desperately.

“To bed.” Harry shot back snappily.

“It’s four in the afternoon.”

“I don’t care.”

Harry went down in the lift and Tony sighed. “Jarvis, keep an eye on him for me, I don’t want him leaving the tower.”

“Of course, Sir.” The response was immediate and Bruce sighed, he looked at Clint and wanted to hit him, he wasn’t a violent man, so maybe that explained why Thor hit Clint on the back of the shoulder and sent him flying to the floor. Thor wasn’t truly a violent man, but he was much more aggressive than Bruce allowed himself to be.

“I told you that you should have told him sooner.” Bruce told Clint before leaving for his own lab and he hoped that Harry would be alright, he really liked the strong, stubborn, independent twenty year old and the last thing he wanted to do was push him away or isolate him when he was already so very isolated from everyone around him. He’d give him some space and then go and see him, hindsight was always a rueful thing, he knew now that he should have told Harry right from the off, no matter what Steve said about it having to be Clint because of the sake of honour or waiting for Clint to actually pull his shit together. He should have taken the boy aside and told him and now it was too late, now they could have alienated Harry for good.

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A/N: Next chapter is going to carry on from this chapter, but it will also flashback to the week that was missed in Harry’s POV so don’t worry about the time skip in this chapter, you won’t miss a thing.

But it’s exciting still for me, especially now that they know that Harry knows! I do feel sorry for them, they really were in a lose-lose situation, but I’m not too sympathetic, Harry’s right, he wouldn’t care which one of them had told him as long as he was told, I never planned to have Clint turn into such a coward, it just sort of happened unfortunately, but I doubt that’s much comfort to Harry.

To clear something up before I’m asked though, Harry thought he was certain that he was pregnant from everyone’s reactions, he didn’t just instinctively know or anything, he was basing his realisation on the behaviour of everyone around him, but they were just being cautious in case Harry was pregnant because they didn’t know for sure either, Harry confirmed this with a pregnancy test, as mentioned in this chapter, we’ll be seeing that in the next chapter though, so don’t worry about missing Harry’s reaction. But they now also know that Harry is pregnant with Clint’s baby, their reactions to this will show up in the next chapter once it’s sunk in a bit.

I hope all of you readers enjoyed this chapter! Chapter 6 should be up soon but Chapter 69 of The Rise of the Drackens will be up first, I just need to get the sex scenes finished and then I’ll be done with it.

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