Author's Note: This fanfiction is being written by my cousin and I. We brainstormed this while sitting in a car and we decided to write it and post it on my account. (Cousin) Yes, we had nothing better to do than to sit in a car and brainstorm a stort. So here it is, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: We DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters. J.K.R. does so don't assume otherwise.

Prologue

18 years ago...

A woman sitting at the bar looks around hoping to find the bathroom. Her vision is a little blurry due to the amount of alcohol she has been drinking. She finally spots the bathroom at the other end of the bar. She stands up and starts to head in that direction. With each step she takes she sways and then just before she reaches the bathroom she trips over her own feet. A mysterious good looking man seated at the bar quickly reaches out to catch her. He does so with practiced ease, like he had done it a hundred times before. She looks up into his eyes and smiles.

"Heyy hunnyy, what are youu dooing toniight?" she slurred.

"Not too much having a few drinks. What about you?" the man replied.

"Jusst finisshed my finaals for schoool and now I'm celebraating. Thanks for the catch. I neeed to usse the washroom. If you'd bee a deeaar?"

The man chuckled, "Not a problem."

The man helped the woman to the bathroom door and she stumbled inside. He waited outside in case she needed help afterward. He was hardly tipsy since he was used to much stronger drinks like those that burned like fire as they went down a person's troat.

A moment later the woman stumbled back out and fell against him.

"How aabout aa-a dance?" she laughed.

The man laughed as he said, "A dance sounds good to me."

They walk out onto the dance floor with their arms around each other. Just as they turn to each other to start dancing a slow song comes on. The woman sighs and slumps against the man. He pulls her close and sways to the music. She rests her head on his chest and he rests his chin on her head. He is fascinated by the sent of her hair, without smelling the alcohol, while she hears nothing but his heart beat. They lose themselves in each other on the dance floor and it isn't until the house lights come up that they move apart. Without saying a word they head for the door.

Once they were outside they start talking again. They decide to head to her place for a coffee since it's only a few blocks away and closer than his and well… screaming portraits kind of scare muggles.

They walk to her place hand in hand talking about nothing important. The weather, her schooling, and her future plans are discussed but when she tries to get him to open up he refuses and changes the subject. Up the stairs to her flat they go. He takes the key from her to open the door, holding it open he allows her to enter before him. Once inside the apartment she walks into the kitchen with much more ease than earlier and turns on the coffee. He gladly accepts the coffee. They sit there for a while drinking coffee.

The man suddenly reached his hand across the table and touches her face where there was a bit of dirt. The next thing that happened was something that neither of them could ever explain. They suddenly started kissing and they managed to find the woman's bedroom. The coffee is left forgotten on the kitchen table.

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The next morning he is gone and all there is a note with his name on it. She has no way of contacting him. He doesn't live in her London. She will probably never see him again. Two months later she discovers that she was left with more than a note. She is left with morning sickness. Well her friends from school were right it only takes one night of passion to make a baby.

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