By Serendipity
Author's Note: HaHaHa! Guess what? I'm going to get snowed in with my family all weekend again! Grrr! Talk about the winter blues! Anywho, last night I was half-asleep and a plot popped into my head. Don't you just love it when that happens? I do. Of course this means that I have yet again another story to write and I already have so many! Oh Well. This story is about Harry and his estranged son. The prologue starts at the end of Harry's seventh year right after he defeated Voldie. Now that I think about it...it sort of like my other fic Changes only for Harry Potter people. Oh well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: blah blah blah...Don't own them except the kids...blah blah blah
I very slowly made my way back into consciousness. I didn't know where I was, but I knew that I was safe. Voldemort was dead. I killed him. I had been in that terrible nightmare for months, and now I'm waking up. I half paid attention to the voices around me. They belonged to Sirius and Remus.
"He'll be coming to soon."
"Yeah."
"Should we tell him as soon as he wakes up?"
"No, we'll give him another sleeping potion, he needs to sleep while his wounds heal."
There was a long pause, and then Remus spoke.
"I just don't know how this happened."
"Well Moony, when a boy and girl love each other very much..."
"I get that part, Sirius!"
Remus seemed frustrated.
"Didn't you tell him the spell?" Remus again.
"No, I thought that you did!" Sirius.
"What was Harry thinking?"
"He probably wasn't, I never did."
"Shh, he's coming to!"
I opened my eyes and saw the last two surviving Marauders hovering over me; Sirius was holding a potion. I gave them a weak smile and tried to sit up. Pain pierced my side. Looking down, I saw that my right side was bandaged up.
"Easy Harry," Sirius coaxed, maneuvering the pillows behind me to make my sitting-up position more comfortable.
I was in my bedroom in Sirius's flat. It was late morning, probably just before noon. The windows were opened, letting in the late May air and the chirping of birds in the cherry trees outside. Both Sirius and Remus beamed at me, though they looked exhausted.
'Don't worry guys,' I thought to myself, 'everything's going to be fine for now on.'
"How are you feeling, Harry?" Remus asked me warmly.
"Sore," I replied, rubbing my bandaged area and putting on a brave grimace, "but happy. Voldemort's dead."
Sirius and Remus smiled and nodded thoughtfully. It was then that I realized that Remus's hair was nearly all grey and Sirius was beginning to get streaks of it.
'They're aging so fast because of me,' I thought. 'That's going to change. They'll never have to worry about me anymore, I'm going to be all right.'
Sirius handed me the potion.
"You'll feel better tomorrow morning," he said as I took it.
Immediately I started lapsing in and out of consciousness. They readjusted my pillows once more and I laid down. A minute later I was still vaguely aware of the outside world; however, the two men hovering over me didn't know that. They continued on with their talking.
"Come on Sirius, let him sleep."
"Alright."
There was a pause but I still felt Sirius's presence hovering over me. Then I felt him ruffle my hair.
"You sly dog. Just like your Godfather!"
"Sirius!"
"I'm coming!"
And then I fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke the next morning feeling great. I breathed in the fresh air and listened to the birds chirp for awhile. I wanted to lie in bed for another hour or so. Stretching, I rolled over to my other side where my arms found someone laying next to me. I opened my eyes. It was Ginny. I haven't seen her for seven months. She still looked beautiful. I kissed her softly on the lips, wondering if Sirius and Remus knew that she was in here with me.
My kiss had awakened her. She opened her eyes. Her beautiful honey brown eyes.
"I missed you," I said, holding her close to me. Tears were filling her eyes.
"Gin, don't cry," I coaxed, kissing her forehead. "It's over. All of our problems are over."
Tears slid down her cheeks, as she shook her head no.
"Gin."
She got up slowly, placing a hand on her forehead, trying to overcome vertigo. I sat up, confused.
"Ginny, what's wrong?"
She left the room.
I got up, still in my pajama pants and bandages though my wounds have healed. I left my room and went to find Ginny. She was in the bathroom and wouldn't come out. I went into the living room where I found Sirius and Remus playing chess.
"Sirius, that's cheating!" Remus exclaimed.
"No it isn't!" Sirius shot back.
"Yes it is! Merlin! I should hunt you down and kill you like the dog you are, you little bas..."
"Hello Harry! Feeling any better?" Sirius exclaimed suddenly, noticing me come into the room.
"What's wrong with Ginny?" I asked, ignoring the question about how I was feeling.
Their bright smiles faded at once. Neither answered.
"Please answer me!" I begged.
Neither of them did.
I stared from one face to another. I was completely confused, and then I heard a baby's cry. I eyed Remus and Sirius suspiciously.
"Taken up a babysitting service have you?" I asked them.
"No," said Remus. "His parents are here."
I heard Ginny leave the bathroom. My stomach clenched. Slowly I follow the baby's cries to Sirius's bedroom. It was a mess as usual. Ginny stood in the corner by the window holding a baby whose cries silenced as soon as I walked into the room.
"Oh no," I said, realizing that I was the father. Ginny had been sick a lot when I left but I never thought...
We stood in silence for the longest time.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked at last.
"I didn't want to worry you," she replied, rocking the baby. "You had enough to worry about."
Silence once again.
I took a step closer. She took a step back.
"Can I-can I hold him?" I asked testily.
She thought about it for a long time.
"All right," she said at last, coming towards me.
I took him in my arms and smiled. His eyes were blue, but most babies' are when they're just born.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"Hayden," Ginny replied. She smiled at our son. "Hayden James Potter."
I looked up surprised.
"He has my last name?"
"I thought that it was only fitting."
"When was he born?" I asked.
"Last Wednesday," Ginny replied.
I gave Hayden back to Ginny and shook my head with disbelief.
"This is going to be all over the newspapers and magazines."
I was beginning to feel nauseous.
Ginny nodded.
"That's why I'm taking him to America. I'll live as a muggle with him. It's the best thing for him."
It was the best thing for him. A normal life was the best thing for him. Unfortunately, the only way my son could have a normal life is if I'm not in it.
"Ok."
It was 8:00 p.m. Ginny had gone to say goodbye to her mother and father and Sirius and Remus 'went out'. It was a full moon. I held Hayden in my arms. I was seventeen and I was a father. Story of my life.
"I should punch you for getting my sister pregnant you know."
I spun around. Ron had apparated into the room. He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket. His hands were in his pockets casually. I held my breath. I never told Ron about that night. But he smiled.
"Don't worry, I'm not," he assured, coming closer. He smiled warmly at his nephew and offered a finger that Hayden grabbed a hold on.
"I didn't mean for it to happen," I assured him.
Ron looked up. He seemed older, mature. It's amazing how much we grew up in the past year. He sighed.
"I'm not one to be talking," he said, returning his gaze to Hayden.
"What?" I asked him.
He sighed again and then looked up, smiling slyly.
"Hermione's pregnant."
My eyes widened. Hermione? Pregnant? I was mostly happy for them. Everyone knew that they were planning on getting married right after Hogwarts. I was also relieved. At least I wasn't the only one who had a child.
I smiled.
"Congratulations, Ron!"
Ron nodded; I noticed a blush creeping up his neck.
"When is the baby due?" I asked him.
"August," he replied. "And you have it wrong."
I looked at him quizzically.
"It's not 'When is the baby due' it's 'When are the babies due', Hermione's having triplets."
I laughed. For some reason it was funny.
"Do you guys have to do the same thing that I do all the time?" I asked playfully.
Ron smiled.
"Not just us," he added.
"Who else?"
"Pansy's due to deliver Draco's daughter any day now."
Draco and Pansy were still annoying (and a horrid match for one another) but they were now on our side and that's all that matters.
Ron returned his gaze back at Hayden.
"I'm going to leave you two alone," he said to me.
I nodded and he disapparated.
Another Author's Note: Well there's the prologue. Once again I have managed to get the characters slightly out of character. For one Hermione would never have a child out of wedlock, and two no matter how much we want him to be good, Draco is evil. Though I usually write him as a good guy just cuz...well...I like him. He's a fun character to write. Whelps looks like I'm done here. -whips out wand- Reviewidus!
