Harry fiddled with his sleeves, he was sweating profusely. Harry felt dizzy, and his stomach hurt. How was he supposed to focus on classwork when he was in such a poor state?
“Too good for taking note’s Mister Potter?” Snape shoots at him with snark written all over his face.
“No sir.” Harry grits out, his hands trembling slightly. The boy felt awful. Ron shoots him a worried look from across the room but doesn’t say anything. The redhead would rather not draw attention to himself and earn another detention on top of the one he was already assigned that night.
Snape taps Harry’s desk three times as a way to say ‘you need to take notes, preferably now’. Harry scribbles down a few notes with his shaky hand, before he feels a shoot of pain coming from his abdomen. He raises his hand, trying to make it stop shaking in the air.
“Yes, Mister Potter?” Snape calls on him, spacing his words out so that his sentence felt like it lasted a lifetime.
“I’m not feeling well, can I please go to the infirmary?” Harry pretty much whispers out.
“Hmmm….” Snape makes a pretend thinking face. “I don’t know, can you?” He smirks.
“May I?” Harry tries desperately, feeling dizzy. Snape gives a small nod, and Harry gets up, and suddenly Harry feels something thick and liquidy sticking to his inner thigh. The boy clutches his stomach, black dots appear in his vision from getting up so quickly.
Snape mentally curses, and grabs the boy's arm, pretty much dragging him out of the room.
“It appears you really do take after Gryffindor’s theatrics. This much drama and you still have yet to get on stage.” the Potions Master rolls his eyes. Harry looks away from him.
“Do you think Madam Pomfrey can meet me here instead of at the infirmary?” Harry questions softly.
“Did you break your leg in the span of 20 minutes? No? Then I don’t see why you can’t walk.” Snape looks at him as if he’s some sort of toddler in need of some scolding. Harry clenches his jaw, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.
“Well, sir, I’d rather not leave a trail of biohazards on my way there, so I would really appreciate it if you could call Madame Pomfrey here instead.” Harry mumbles, ashamed. Snape was still clueless.
“You haven’t left that trail of blood yet, nor do you even appear to be bleeding.” Snape frowns deeply in both confusion and anger. How dare that whelp lie to him!
Harry sighs, and points to his abdomen. “I am bleeding. I am in pain.” he puts it simply.
“Surely you know it isn’t possible for someone assigned male at birth to… menstruate. I know muggle sex education is lacking, but I could have never imagined it to be that bad.” Snape glares at the boy as if he was feigning injury to skip class.
Harry sighs, though it sounded more like a pant. “That’s the thing, sir, I wasn’t given the privilege of being born male. Now could you please send someone down here to give me something so I don’t bleed through? And perhaps something to combat the pain too?”
The dungeon bat pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply. “You are stating the truth, correct? Because if not, I will have your head, and then your headless body will be forced to serve detention until you graduate.” he asks Harry.
“Yes, It’s true, and I’d prefer you keep this between us. I don’t need people on me for this, especially Draco Malfoy.” Harry shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably. Everything about this encounter was awkward for both males.
“I’ll be right back, stay put.” Severus moves past the boy and back into the room.
“Professor, is Harry okay?” Hermoine asks the Potions Master, currently rummaging through his desk.
“Unfortunately he’s been chopped up and thrown in a cauldron already. There was nothing we could do to save him.” Snape answers sarcastically, earning a gasp from Hermoine and a choked laugh from Ron. After a little more drawer rummaging, Harry hears footsteps approaching him. Snape shoves a small black box into his hands.
“What’s this?” Harry looks up at Snape questioningly.
“Tampons, pads, a pain-relieving potion, and some chocolate.” Snape explains while looking down at his feet. He really didn’t want to continue this conversation any longer than necessary.
“Chocolate? Why chocolate?” Harry questions.
Snape offers a small smile. “Chocolate can fix anything potions and spells can’t.”.
Harry gives a nod and smiles, before clutching his stomach once more and slowly dragging himself to the restroom. “I might take a bit, I have to change my undergarments.” the boy explains softly and then continues his slow dragging towards the restroom.
When he comes back to the classroom, Snape is sitting at his desk, and there is not another kid in sight.
“Um, Professor, thank you for giving me supplies. I’m sorry for almost passing out in your class.” Harry rubs the back of his neck and looks at the professor as if he was confessing to a sin at church.
“It’s not an issue whatsoever. I wish I would have known sooner, maybe then I would have stepped in when students repeatedly misgendered you in their pathetic attempts at being funny.” Snape reassures the boy softly. “Do I still use he and him pronouns for you? Would you prefer Mx.Potter instead of Mister?” Snape asks on a more serious note.
“He him pronouns are preferred, and mister is just fine. Though, I’d really prefer if I was just called Harry.” the Gryffindor fidgets with his hands as he speaks. Snape nods and drums his fingers along his desk.
“I assume you wish to keep this between Madame Pomfrey, you, and I?” Harry nods. “In that case, I will not mention the situation to anyone else.” Harry sighs a breath of relief. At least the man wouldn’t rat his secret out to the nearest member of the Potter Hate Club, which mainly consisted of Malfoy and his goons. “If anyone gives you any problems because of your transgender status, don’t hesitate to let me know. Hogwarts is very strict on their anti-discrimination rules.” Snape writes down a late note for the boy, so he wouldn’t get scolded for being late to his other classes.
“Thank you, Professor, I'm glad you were so chill about this all. It really helps.” Harry smiles and turns to walk out the door.
“Oh, and Mister Potter? If you need help with anything of similar nature to this situation, you may always come to me or Madame Pomfrey. We may not like each other much, but I promise that I would never make fun of you for such matters.” Snape calls out to the boy.
“Alright. I’m glad my support sources are growing. I’ll see you later Professor.” Harry waves the man a goodbye and then is on his way to his next class. Hermoine and Ron would never believe the situation! Luckily for them, Harry would explain everything in detail, er- except most of the blood stuff. Ron was still squeamish around that.