A/N: Please Enjoy. As usual, I will say this only once. I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, I probably wouldn't be writing fan fic about it.

This is a LordFira/ManOfConstantSorrow work

Ships to be decided

Communication:

"Normal Speech"

'Thoughts'

"French or any other language I specify"

"Parseltongue"

If I happen to use any language other than English, which will most likely be Latin for spells, I will put a translation at the bottom. Once I have established who speaks what, I will simply write what they say in English and hopefully you as the reader will remember that the person is not speaking English at the moment.

Harry Potter: In All But Blood

Prologue

July 31st 1980 Stone Meadow, Lofte#7, 03:07 p.m.

"Umm, James… "

"Yeah Lils?"

"It's happening."

"Huh, what is?" James said as he walked around the corner, an amber glass of scotch in his hand. He eyed his wife for a moment, noting the look of panic that screamed from her opulent green gaze.

"My water broke!" She breathed in a puff of fear and excitement. Her hand moved to her stomach, the other covering her heart.

James moved in a flash, his years of quidditch training paying off as he set the glass down, came to his wife, wandlessly summoned the closest chair, and helped her recline into it. Running a panicked, slightly frenzied hand through his hair he looked around for a second.

"Padfoot, PADFOOT!"

"What?!" Came Sirius's exasperated response. "What James?"

"Get the bag, the overnight bag. It's happening!"

Knowing what that meant, Sirius's eyes grew wide before he turned in the hallway of the magically expanded apartment and sprinted its length, sliding to a stop as he stumbled over a carpet and ran into the sitting room.

"Crap, crap, the baby's coming!" He breathed, snatching the bag and quickly twirling on the spot, his eyes searching the room for anything he had missed. He himself felt the nervous jitters of an expectant father, as this signaled the end of an era and the birth of a new; his godchild. "Let's go!" he said to himself maneuvering through the room and out into the hallway.

With the group all accounted for, James quickly conjured a patronus, fed it a few instructions and sent it off, its recipients being none other than their friends Remus and Peter. With that done, the quartet took in a deep breath and jumped through the wards, vanishing with simultaneous pops, leaving an empty apartment behind them. The only noise being the wizarding wireless.

Just as soon as they vanished, they reappeared in the entry way of St. Mungos. With a little direction they were led to a prebirthing room where they were met with a midwife, followed shortly by longtime friend Poppy Pomfrey and a few others. James made sure that the necessary people knew as he paced back and forth, Sirius doing his best to calm him down as the men of their family's entered, surrounding the expectant father.

Both maternal and paternal grandfathers gave soft words of wisdom, while both maternal and paternal grandmothers joined Lily in the birthing room.

To say they were on pins and needles would be an understatement.

July 31st 1980, St. Mungos 07:38pm

Time had a habit of lackadaisically drawing itself out when one generally needed it to speed up. Ease had escaped the company as everyone around waited with bated breath. James nerves were set on edge as he warily tended to a cup of coffee, his breath slow and shallow, traces of sweat creeping down his forehead as his father and Sirius had finally calmed him down enough to sit down.

"I just want to know how she is." he protested weakly, looking up into the eyes of his best mate.

"I know James, but we aren't allowed back there, you know the rules. If anything happens, we will know in a flash." He replied, patting his raven haired cousin on the back.

Remus walked in slowly, his eyes baleful and tired as he sat down heavily in a rather plush arm chair. "Anything?" he asked quietly.

Charlus, the current head of the family shook his head in reply as Mr. Evans stood near the door. For some reason Peter hadn't made it, but some rather surprising guests had figured out a way to be present at the birth of the next scion of the House of Potter. Hagrid, as well as Minerva, Professor Vector and Flitwick, Kingsley and Dawlish, the young Lord Bones and his wife had managed to escape their duties and arrive nearly as soon as the patronus had been sent to those in the order. Sirius's crush, Hestia managed a quick pop in, before being forced to return to the ministry while others decided that they should make a quick appearance.

Sirius's eyes narrowed as the group in the external waiting room parted, allowing a solitary figure entrance through the door that led to the family waiting room.

"Ahh Charlus, James" he said with solemn mirth, a twinkle in his serene blue eyes. Pushing up his half-moon spectacles he went to the elder Potter and clasped him merrily, silently congratulating him and parlaying whatever words men of their generation would. James and Sirius eyed them warily as Remus made his way over the pair.

"Why is he congratulating your dad like he is the father to be?" Sirius asked.

James shook his head shrugged. "Just being Dumbledore I guess."

"Yeah." Remus replied, finding a seat closer to his best friends.

James rocked forward in boredom and anticipation. It had been over four hours since she had been admitted, and who knew how much longer they would wait. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the flickering lights forlornly. "I don't get it, I'm the dad! Shouldn't I get to know a little something?" He asked no one in particular.

"That is the way these things go." Albus replied, casually meandering through the room as he sat opposite of Sirius, extending a congratulatory hand. James took it wearily, but smiled none the less.

"Thank you."

July 31st 1980, St. Mungos Familial Waiting Room 11:39pm

"-mes, HEY JAMES!" The raven hared man's eyes snapped open as he fiddled with his glasses.

"What?" He said groggily.

"The midwife!" Sirius replied, pointing at the woman that stood at the door.

The congregation of men had all stood in silent reverence each watching as James slowly stood and looked back to his best mate, getting a push of confidence before he slowly made his way to the midwife. She beckoned him to follow with a smile and he did, taking a soft breath and gulp before passing through the doors and into the sterile atmosphere. The doors shut behind him, leaving him and the white clad individual alone as she maneuvered her way through the wing, passing a few shut doors until she came to one that was slightly cracked. She motioned for him to wait, which he did in a daze. His heart began to race and he could feel himself getting warm. He didn't know if he was worried or not; there was only the noise of soft murmurs escaping through the slight opening.

The midwife returned and beckoned for him to enter the room, which he did slowly. He walked into the hospital room and quickly noted its somewhat lavish surroundings, obviously afforded because of his heritage and societal standing. The Hospital bed was a large full, strung about with drapes similar to their Hogwarts four-posters, there were several plush chairs around a coffee table near a hearth fireplace. Next to the bed stood several women, one of which was his own mother who smiled warmly at him as he tentatively approached. His eyes took in the view in boyish wonder, a small smile creeping across his face as he silently released the breath he never knew he was holding.

They were fine, they were better than fine.

August 1st, 1980, St. Mungos Familial Waiting Room 12:02am

Sirius was pacing in the waiting room, Remus watching the young man with a small smile.

"You should stop before you wear a rut into the ground." He chuckled

"Huh? Oh." He realized, stopping in his action as he moved to a chair. The older gentleman had congregated around each other to do who knows what. As Sirius made to sit down he was stopped by an opening door. James had his back to them, but his head was looking down and moving from right to left, light cooing escaping his mouth as every man waited in bated silence. Slowly, he turned to his left, a small beanie covered head breaking their line of site as everyone began to smile. James continued turning in full before he looked down at what was in his arms.

"Holy shit…" Sirius breathed as he approached slowly.

"I know Siri, I know! Twins, fraternal twins!" He breathed through tears of happiness.

"Twins." Sirius whispered as Remus followed, placing a large hand on James and Sirius shoulders.

Every man approached quietly, looking at the dual bundles the young father held in his arms before Charlus breathed a sigh of relief, a small smile crossing his face. He beckoned for the others to be let in before addressing them. When everyone was in the room and finally made their rounds ogling the pair of children in his arms, he finally looked up at them and said with a voice full or pride and dignity.

"I give you Harry James Potter…" He paused and nodded to his left. "…and Nathaniel Charlus Potter." He finished smiling at his father and father-in-law. "Harry is the older of the pair." He finished.

'Quite a pair they will be' Albus mused, pointedly standing behind the congregation, a slight twinkle vanishing from his eye as he nodded towards the newly minted father.

THIS IS NOT A WRONG BOY-WHO-LIVED FIC.