A/N: Well, I was thinking one day. Yes, that is possible. I CAN, despite popular belief, think. And I was thinking about children, and what would happen if Harry, Ron, Hermione, and everyone else in their year had to take care of these evil children. And that, my friends, is how this how farfetched story started.

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Harry was in hell. No, not hell, he was in hellish hell. No, not even that, he was in hellish, hellish, hellish he-

"Mr. Potter! Would it kill you to pay attention?"

I blushed and sunk lower into my seat. Let me tell you the reason I was in this hellish, hellish, hellish, hellish hell. We had a new class this year. And I don't even mean the whole school. I mean just the 6th years. And this hellish class was called Sex Ed. And let me tell you this was just...well...hellish!

Every class we have conversations about sex, birth, and all the 'good' stuff. And to make this whole ideal worse, the teacher of this class was Professor McGonagol. Now, normally I liked McGonagol just fine, but you see, it is rather uncomfortable to talk to a female about sex.

"And when the sperm reaches the egg..."

God, and to make it worse she says it so professionally. Like it was a business matter. God every single class I blushed about 50 times. Sometimes I was afraid my face would be permanently red. And that wouldn't have been good.

"...now, no need to worry class, nobody will get pregnant if you use protection..."

I groaned and sank lower into my seat. God, this was just too much.

"There are different ways to make sure you are protected. There of course are the muggle ways, condoms, birth control, patches..."

I heard Ron snickered next to me. I couldn't help but snicker too. You see, Ron, myself, and a few other boys from Gryffindor had decided to play a prank on the Slytherins. That prank involved condoms. We bought some and blew them up like balloons. Dean got us the Slytherin password, and we scattered blown up condoms all over their room. Let me just say, it was funny as hell.

"...and their of course are wizard ways...

I continued half listening throughout the lesson. It had to be almost dismissal time. I hoped it was anyways.

"Now class," McGonagol started. When people are in a committed relationship, love and sex is only half of it. When you are ready you might decide to have children. And to get you guys ready for children we are having a "Baby: Think it Over."

I blinked. That caught my attention. What would we be doing?

"Now, what will happen tomorrow, as I told you about this a million of times, so you should have had time to prepare,"

I looked sheepish. God, I must have missed it with my half listening through every class.

"You will get a child."

I blinked. Oh God, did I really want to know?

"What will be happening is Dumbledore went to a muggle orphanage, and took about 40 children, ages 3-5, and each of you will be assigned a child to watch over."

I winced. I felt sort of bad. It almost seemed like we were using the children.

"Now, like I said they are muggles, so in the two weeks you will be watching them..."

Oh God. Two weeks. I can handle a couple of days, but two weeks! Calm down Harry, calm down! It can't be harder than taking care of the Dursleys."

"You will have to explain things to them."

I saw Hermione raise her hand.

"Yes Miss. Granger?"

"But I thought muggles weren't suppose to know about us and our world."

McGonagol smiled approvingly. "That is true. That is why will be using the oblivious charm on them, and also on the owner of the orphanage at the end of the program."

God, now it really started sounding like we were using the kids. I started to feel a bit bad.

"Now, I expect you all to be nice to them! And I mean giving them baths, playing with them, reading to them, and all of that! And if I find out any of you did anything to hurt or neglect the child you are suppose to be taking care of, I will personally make sure you are expelled."

Half the people in the room turned pale.

"Now, are there any questions?"

No one raised there hands. "Very well, class dismissed!"

I walked out of the class with Ron and Hermione. Ron and I were equally pale.

I looked at Ron. "Ron, I think we need to sneak into Hogsmeade tonight. I forgot to buy the kid clothes."

Ron nodded. He obviously wasn't listening very well in class either.

Hermione glowered at us. "You all should have been prepared long ago! Honestly, she gave us two weeks to prepare!"

Ron and I looked sheepish and she walked off in a huff. I looked at Ron clearly telling him we should go now.

He nodded in agreement and we left to get my invisibility cloak to sneak into Hogsmeade. We went trough the witch's pathway to get there. Of course we were almost caught but it was worth it.

Ron and I walked into the nearest Wizards Wardrobe shop. There were plenty of clothes. All of a sudden I realized something. "Ron, about what size should we buy? I mean I know she said they were inbetween 3-5 years old, but well people can be different sizes..."

Ron shrugged. "Well I suppose the clothes would be better bigger than smaller." That made sense. I nodded. We continued looking for the children's clothes section when I stopped again. Ron turned around. "What now?"

"Are we getting girls or boys?"

Ron looked started. "I...don't know."

Harry tried to think. Then he remembered. "McGonagol said something about giving them baths. So that means males with males and females with females. Because then it will be less uncomfortable."

Ron nodded. What could I say? I was a genius.

Ron ended up buying a couple of little kids Cannon shirts with moving pictures of them for his kid. He also got his kid an orange, red, and yellow shirt. He also got his kid a couple of plain white shirts. He also got some pair of little kid's jeans, and some little kids robes. And that was about it, except for the socks and pair of shoes. Oh yeah, and he also got his kid a Cannons hat.

I helped Ron buy some of the stuff. Though Ron looked rather ashamed about it.

I bought my kid a red shirt with golden snitches on it. It came with a pair of cute overalls. I also got my kid a dark green turtle neck, and a navy colored sweatshirt. And I bought him a few green, blue, and silver shirts. What could I say? I preferred the darks and Ron preferred the lights. I, like Ron, had got him some little kid's jeans also. And socks and shoes. Unlike Ron, who had got his kid a Cannons hat, I got my kid a Gryffindor hat, which flashed red and gold.

We had got all our purchases and were leaving the store when Ron stopped in his tracks. I turned. "What is it Ron?"

He gulped. "Do you think we have to buy them some underwear?"

I started. I hadn't thought about that. I shrugged. I didnt know. "Should we buy some in case?"

He shrugged. I sighed. God, I would feel embarrassed buying little kids underwear. Ron and I walked bravely into the store.

We went to the underwear section. I grimaced and picked up a few boxers that had broomsticks and quittach balls on them (A/N: That sounded SO wrong.). Ron picked the striped ones out. We quickly bough them. I, like Ron, was aware that the clerk was looking at us weird. We grabbed the clothes and the receipt and bolted out of the store.

"Do you think they need any toys?" I asked Ron.

Ron shrugged. "I'm broke, so I'm sure we could use Hermione's toys, it looked like she had things figured out." I nodded. That sounded good.

I grabbed my cloak and we snuck back to Hogwarts. Ron and I, having been exhausted, practically jumped into bed. We were asleep right away. Both us dreading tomorrow.

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A/N: Wow! That wiped me out. Anyways, no I am not crazy. Yes, I talked about underwear, but no I am not crazy. Okay, now that that's settled. Review!!!!