Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just the stuff you don't recognize.

Chapters will be longer.

8 years later and Harry still couldn't forget. How could he, Voldemort was a major part of his life. But he had fought, and he had won, and he was alive. And he couldn't have been more grateful.

Harry brushed sweat off of his forehead as he made his way down the long corridor that he remembered so clearly. He remembered the conversation he had with Ron so many years ago to his right. It was his third year and he had just finished his class of Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lupin. Professor Lupin had just jumped in front of the boggart for him and less than ten minutes later, him and Ron were speaking about it.

Harry continued up the narrow hallway until he reached the familiar office. Directly in front of him was a long door with a door handle that looked a lot like a wand, no, it was a wand. The door was a dark shade of brown and stretched all the way up to the ceiling. Next to the door were two gargoyles that stared into the distance behind him, as if they were guards. Their faces looked as if they had struggled in the past because the faces of the gargoyles were definitely sad. They were also very big, not as large as the door.

Harry muttered the password, which was, "butterbeer," and proceeded on his way into the office where a spiral staircase started to appear from the bottom of the ground. Harry took each step in as he walked slowly, dreadfully missing the days he spent at Hogwarts more than anything. What Harry found very astonishing though is how the managed to make Hogwarts II (which they called it now) look almost exactly the same as Hogwarts I matching almost every single detail.

As Harry reached the top of the steps he found a completely different looking office then the one he used to come to every so often.

The office was long and wide, with much more space than he could remember from the old office. On the sides of the wall were two bookshelves where you wouldn't find one space in between the completely filled bookshelves. In front of him were three steps, which he took almost instantly to a higher part of the office. Directly in the middle of the second half of the room was a long desk with a chair spun around to face the back of the room. On the wall overhead the desk was a giant painting of the wisest and best man Harry ever knew. Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He realized who was standing in front of him and he gave him a slight wave, and Harry returned the favor.

"How are you Professor?" Harry asked, a bit shocked, as he didn't remember them installing a picture of Dumbledore in the office.

"I've been better but you know, managing." Dumbledore answered. Harry still remembered Dumbledore's soft and old voice.

After his little chitchat with Dumbledore, the chair that Harry assumed was empty spun around. Harry looked as he saw the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He looked younger than Harry remembered. That or he had just shaved. But Harry remembered everything about him, he hadn't changed a bit. His hair was cut short until about the under his ears like usual. He still had a bit of a large nose like he always did. His hazel eyes gleamed at Harry as they started at each other, not saying a word until the man in the chair got up.

"Mr. Harry Potter. So it's been a while." He said, as he walked around the desk to shake Harry's hand.

"Same to you, Headmaster Longbottom." Harry teased Neville.

"Harry, please, it's Neville." He insisted. "It's been bloody four years since I've been headmaster and he didn't visit me. I actually had to summon you here today for you to come and see me."

Harry found it odd that the board of directors of Hogwarts chose a middle aged man to be headmaster, but they made the right choice when they chose Neville. He was a great guy.

"I couldn't find the time. Right now, it's really bad at the ministry for work so I couldn't find the time."

"That's a lie Harry, you know it. We haven't had a bad incident around here for who knows how long! This couldn't be a better time for wizards right now. But that's my concern. All good things need to come to an end." Neville's look hardened on Harry, and Harry started to become uncomfortable in the seat he was sitting in, opposite Neville. "The prophecy."

Harry couldn't believe it. There hadn't been a prophecy made in a long time about the Potter's and it couldn't happen now. Not to his kids. It was going to be something about his kids.

Neville frowned as he looked at Harry. He pulled out his wand and waved it. In his hand appeared a crystal ball that started to speak words in a monotone voice.

"The son of the great and powerful Potter shall be the savior. Second is the one. Once proved he can be come back from beyond, he shall summon the strength to return more powerful than before. But from one Potter to the next, the power will be passed on to the second to fight the Dark Lord."

Harry froze after hearing the prophecy. Neville swished his wand and the crystal ball disappeared. Harry couldn't believe it. He thought of all of his issues were gone, done for. But now he had to worry about his child. But the middle? What was that supposed to mean? Middle child? He didn't know. But what he did know is that he would protect his kid no matter what happened.

Dumbledore decided to join the conversation from his picture frame. "Harry, I'm so sorry. But I do believe your son will have great strength. But I am no future teller, for that, he will have to decide his fate on his own."

"Besides Harry, if he's anything like you …" Neville began but couldn't find the words to finish. "Look, I'm going to be honest. This isn't going to be good. Bad things may happen to your son but I'm sure you will do whatever in your power to stop anything from happening to him. You're a great wizard."

Harry wasn't listening to Neville; he was rubbing his own forehead. But who said to have another kid anyway? He had only one kid right now, and it said the middle son so why would he have another kid? "Hey!" Harry interrupted Neville. "Why don't I just not have another kid? I mean it said middle child, right? If I only have James then it won't matter. Everything will be good and I'll live a normal life for once!"

"As much as that does sound a good idea … hell, it's a great one! Doesn't sound like there are any flaws in that plan! Harry, you're a genius. You're changing the future!" Neville exclaimed.

Harry stood up, dismissing himself from the completely renovated office. He shook Neville's hand, bid farewell to Dumbledore's painting and apparated out of the office.

Back in the Potter household, Ginny was sitting on the couch reading and watching her two-year-old James sitting on the couch opposite her, fiddling with his fingers. She loved James, and thought he was the cutest baby she had ever seen.

All of the sudden, out of thin air, her husband appeared in the middle of the room. Ginny closed her book and approached him to give him a kiss on the lips. James snorted. Ginny stared into Harry's magnificent green eyes and could instantly tell something was wrong.

"Ginny, I need to tell you what happened to me at my visit to Hogwarts today."

"Me first Harry." She didn't know how to break the news to him. She had been waiting all day to tell him. Harry could tell though, that what she would tell him was exactly what he feared.

"I'm pregnant.