I Don't Own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. Duh.

Date: Nov. 28, 1979

Lord Potter paced his sitting room in agitation, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as his mind raced.

"Prongs, sit down!" a young black haired man said from the couch, "You're making me nauseous."

"Are you sure it's the pacing making you sick?" a sandy haired man muttered from his spot curled into the other man's side.

"It shouldn't take this long!" the pacing man growled, ignoring the other two. His hands came up and he began nervously adjusting his clothes. "What if its negative?" he stopped and looked at the other two with wide scared eyes, "What if its positive?" he groaned and dropped into an armchair, "We were so careful."

"I thought you two wanted children James?" the sandy haired man said, "Even in school you were excited at the prospect of having a kid of your own."

"I do." He huffed, "We do. But not until the war is over Remus. Not until its safe."

The black haired man snorted, "Your married to the Dark Lord. Safe is relative. There is always going to be someone gunning for him and the ones he cares for."

"We know that Sirius." James said, rolling his eyes, "We just wanted to wait until we won, until we at least had Britain under our control." James' mouth quirked up at the side, "Or not until Dumbledore was dead."

Sirius sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest, "Well then I'll never have a Godchild. That old coot refuses to die."

James grinned, "So sure I'll name you Godfather?"

"Of course! I'm your best friend!"

Remus shot up, "Excuse you?! I'm his best friend." James watched as the two fought. They certainly knew how to get him to relax, and really that's all he needed. To clear his mind and think past his panic.

While it was true that they had wanted to wait so that their child would be safer, James knew that Tom would be ecstatic if he really was pregnant. Of course the Death Eaters would be happy too and only too willing to protect the Dark Prince or Princess with their all.

"Of hush you two." James said, drawing his friends out of their increasingly silly argument, "Since we can only have one Godfather the solution is simple."

"Duel!" Remus exclaimed, drawing his wand, "Yes! I've got this!"

"Bring it on Lupin!" Sirius cried, drawing his own wand.

James shot wandless stinging hexes at both of them, "Stop! Since there can only be one, neither of you will be Godfather." James waited as both of his friends looked utterly devastated, "You'll simply have to be my child's Goddog and Godwolf."

Immediately smiles broke out on their faces and they dropped back down on the couch, "Of course." Remus said happily.

"We'll teach the little Prongslet to be the best Marauder they can be!" Sirius grinned. James nodded at his friends with a smile, feeling much better.

A sharp knock on the door caught their attention. James stood from his chair, "Enter." He called, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice.

A small mousy woman in white medi-witch robes entered, she bowed to James. "My Lord." She intoned respectfully, when she stood a smile graced her face. "The test came back positive. Congratulations, you are one month pregnant."

Sirius and Remus both jumped up from the couch again. This time to hug James and pat him on the back in congratulations. James was frozen with shock; sure he had suspected but to have it confirmed was entirely different. Above everything else though, joy rose in him and James couldn't wait for Tom to return so he could tell him the good news.

A flash of green and a thump drew them from their celebration. They turned to see the medi-witch's body lying on the ground and a very familiar bearded figure standing over her. "So it's true." The man said, disgust clear in his voice.

"Dumbledore." James snarled as Sirius and Remus flanked him and pulled their wands to level at the old man. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"A little rat brought me in." Dumbledore said.

"Wormtail." Sirius spat.

Dumbledore inclined his head in answer, he crossed his arms behind his back and settled his face into his disappointed look. "You are carrying Voldemort's spawn. I didn't want to believe but I heard the conformation myself. Of course you won't be allowed to stay here."

Sirius and Remus tensed further as fury filled James and he pulled his wand. "I will not leave my husband." James stated firmly.

"You won't have a choice." The Headmaster replied.

The room descended into chaos; spells flying and rebounding and connecting. Remus went down first, his lax form falling and going still. Next, Sirius was hit by a blue spell that surrounded him and banished him with a howl. James held his own rather well, until one of his spells hit Dumbledore's head on and it caused a small explosion that threw them both backward.

James groaned as his head throbbed and his vision blurred. He adjusted his grip on his wand and began to rise only for a spell to hit him point blank, sending him sprawling on his back, unable to move. Though his vision was blurry, James was able to make out Dumbledore standing over him.

"I'm sorry my boy." Dumbledore said, putting up a caring façade, "But I can't in good consciousness leave a child in the hands of one as evil as Voldemort." James glared up at the Headmaster as he once again raised his wand and, with a silent spell, sent James into darkness.