Chapter 1

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO!

Welcome to the long-awaited sequel. I'm not sure anyone picked up on my hints. ;p but it here its finally here. Once again. Like the original, this will be slow to update. The chapters aren't nearly as long, but I have a lot of stuff going on in real life right now and they tend to dig into my writing drive.

If I were to predict id say that this fic will be about ten chapters long. So not quite as long as ULAK. but I wouldn't hold much stock in that. I always predict the chapter length at the start and tend to be wildly off.

Anyway enough of my rambling

ONWARDS AND ENJOY

-TTC

Harry walked down the hall to the apartment kitchen with a little skip in his step that morning.

"You're going to see Luna later aren't ya." Neville said not looking up from his prophet. Harry jumped a mile.

"Neville! What are you doing here? I thought you had your summer job…" Harry said as he rapidly straightened everything around him out of nervousness.

"I'm off today...remember the rules Harry," Neville said finally lowering his paper to look at his now beet red roommate.

"I wasn't gonna bring her back here. We're just going out." Harry insisted as his hands combed his hair a bit.

"Mhm yeah sure," Neville said before he fluttered his paper and perused the various articles again. Harry sighed a bit in relief at the end of the conversation and continued into the kitchen proper and began making breakfast. It had been a year since Harry moved out of his parent house in the small two bedroom flat, deep in the heart of muggle London, he now shared with Neville. a year and a half since he'd left Hogwarts for the final time. Luna and he had been together through it all. And Neville had reminded Harry about the 'no woman allowed' rule their stuffy elderly landlady screamed at every passing couple. Of course, the woman didn't know the flat had been connected to the floo and therefore had been the route for smuggling many of Neville and Harry's female friends. But neither boy had taken their significant others to the flat. They both agreed that they didn't, in Neville's words, 'want to hear buggering all night!'. It was only now that Harry was really regretted agreeing with his roommate. "Oh, by the way, your dad called!" Neville shouted from behind his paper suddenly. Harry perked up.

"What did he want?" Harry asked bringing his fry up to the table. Harry stabbed Neville's reaching fingers with his fork instinctively "make your own. What did dad say?" Harry asked as he stabbed his sausage. Neville pouted a bit.

"You know I don't know how to cook…" he grumbled as he tried to hide behind the corner of the prophet with a slight pink of his cheeks.

"And whose fault is that?!" Harry asked pointedly. Neville had dodged all of Harry's attempts to teach him how to cook in the last year.

"I can't help it! Every time I see anything bubbling in a pot it reminded me of potions class." Neville admitted, staring off into space for a bit before he shuddered.

"Things only blow up in the kitchen if you add brandy… or try to douse a grease fire with water." Harry listed before he took another bite of eggs.

"Yeah well… whatever." Neville finished lamely folding up the paper. "I'll stick to toast and kapers."

"Thank god I bought a toaster." Harry said with a chuckle "you would have starved to death by now." Harry took a few more bites then swallowed roughly "right, no more sidetracking, what did dad say already?!" Harry asked with a grin.

"He just said he wanted to talk to you. He didn't say why." Neville said as he spread cream cheese over his toast carefully before piling on the kapers.

"How can you eat those things?" Harry asked with a curl of his lips in distaste. Neville grinned cheekily and took another long savouring bite just to rub it in Harry's face. It was the dark haired boys turn to shudder before suddenly a faint pulsing humming reached the pair's ears. Neville looked at his wristwatch

"Forty whole minutes. That's a new record. See ya, Harry." Neville said around his bite as Harry dashed for his coat and hat.

"See ya tonight Nev!" Harry cried before he tapped his trousers and changed into his scrubs as he pulled his shoes on as he hopped out the door. He nodded at the elderly landlady with a smile as he dashed down the stairs. "Morning Mrs. Laurenburg!" he shouted back.

"Quiet in the halls!" she snapped back in annoyance and she wavered he walking stick at him threateningly.

"Gods, would it kill her to smile?" Harry asked no one in particular as he quickly navigated the busy London street outside his flat door. As he turned into a dark alley and was certain no one was paying attention he turned on his heel. With a crack, he reappeared on a small square in the employee lounge of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. He rushed over to the punch card slot and inserted his right as the door opened. He straightened up and grinned at his attending. "Morning Healer Handish." the man was not entirely amused.

"One day you're going to be late Potter. And I'm going to enjoy it very much. Now let's go. You're working the lobby today." Handish said with a smirk

"What did I do?!" Harry asked in horror. The lobby was always a punishment for someone.

"This time you got picked from a hat." Handish said as he held the door to the hospital proper open for the training healer.

"Something tells me the hat was rigged." Harry grumbled under his breath as he followed Handish. Once he was in the lobby he grabbed his apron and started attending to the various patients in the lobby. They were in various states of consciousness. Some were falling over and spilling onto the floor, some times in a drastically literal sense. Harry's job for today, as the lobby attendant was to mark the various patients in order of most pressing need of help, and to attend to the least life-threatening of injuries in order to relive some of the hospitals patient intake. As Harry weaved his way up and down the aisles he grew more and more exhausted with the various patients.

"Ma'am I've told you before your son has a minor fever. He just needs a fever reducer and some rest."

"I'm not leaving this hospital until my poor son is seen by an actual Healer!" the woman shrieked while her incredibly embarrassed looking son sat pitifully in her lap, looking more tired than anything.

"Ma'am. I am a real Healer." Harry insisted tiredly.

"Like hell you are!" the woman cried. Harry groaned and resisted the urge to scrub his face with his hands.

"Alright ma'am. I'll see about getting a higher ranked Healer down here." Harry said before he moved to the next patient. But as he looked down the row a face caught his eye.

"Dad!" Harry cried before he walked briskly to stand in front of James with a smile. But as he stood there his face fell slightly. James looked at him with a mixture of terror and embarrassment. "What is it?"

"Erm… well, I had hoped I'd get to talk to you before…" James trailed off. Harry looked around before he beckoned his father to follow him. James got up and followed his son. The pair walked down a hallway before Harry pulled him into one of the offices off the main hall.

"What's going on… you're not dying are you?" Harry asked suddenly, fearing the worst. James barked out a laugh.

"No. I'm not dying. It's actually a good thing really… you see it… well... " James said as started to stutter a bit, his cheeks flaming.

"Just spit it out, dad." Harry said sternly. James flinched.

"I'm here to see a fertility specialist," James said. Harry froze and blinked in shock. "You see it… well, your mother and I are thinking about having another baby." Harry just stared ahead in shock. "We wanted to talk to you. But what with your medical training and your mother leaving Hogwarts we-"

"Mums leaving Hogwarts?" Harry suddenly blurted. James chuckled a bit and shook his head.

"Well, he didn't exactly enjoy his time there now did he. He's hoping to focus more on research. That was always his passion after all. Spell and potion creation has always given him the most passion." James stated with a touch of nostalgia. Harry continued to blink. It was strange to him. He couldn't imagine Hogwarts without his mother stalking the hall, terrorizing young couples and putting mischievous Gryffindors in their place.

"What about you?"

"Well, I'm still at Hogwarts. I rather enjoy teaching. But I'll be adjusting my office hours and flooing in every morning. That is of course until, if ever, the new baby comes… your mum and I aren't even sure if it's possible anymore. we're not as young as we used to be and we haven't had… entirely healthy habits."James explained with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times before he turned away and threaded his fingers in his hair.

"Your mother and I have been trying to get you to come over so we could talk about this… but you've been so busy it just didn't happen," James explained quietly. He looked at Harry when the young man didn't say anything. "Harry? Are you alright?"

"Yeah! No yeah, I… I'm fine.' Harry said quietly. James sighed and stood.

"I know very well that when you say you're fine you're not actually fine." James insisted with a frown. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! I'll tell you what's wrong! My own parents are trying to bloody replace me!" Harry snapped angrily. James stepped back like he was slapped.

"Harry! Harry that's not what this is at all!" James insisted as he tried to grab Harry's shoulders. The young man jumped out of his fathers reach and growled.

"Oh, it isn't?! Really cause that's what it pretty well sounds like!" Harry shouted before he whipped open the door and stormed away.

"Harry! Harry, please come back!" James called out to his son. But the man ignored him and went back to the lobby. He worked furiously for the rest of the morning. Around noon Harry finally paused for a moment to relax against a wall with a huff.

"Tiring day?" an airy voice asked from his right. Harry turned to it and smiled wide.

"Luna," Harry said quietly before the two shared a short kiss. "How's your day been?"

"Good. I was working with children again today. It was nice. Not as fun as teenagers…" Luna said thoughtfully as the pair made there way out of the hospital to get lunch in the muggle mall food court. "Now. tell me what's bothering you."

"What? Nothing's bothering me. I'm fine." Harry insisted as he and Luna stepped into line for some muggle fish and chips chain.

"Harry." Luna said quietly. Harry groaned and ran a hand through his hair as the line inched forward.

"My parents are trying to have another kid." he finally relented. Luna blinked a bit and opened to respond but the person in front of them stepped away from the cash.

"Two haddock with potato wedges please, vinegar on one." Harry ordered.

'Ten pounds sixty-seven pence." the teenage cashier said glumly.

"Thanks." Harry said quietly before he led the still stunned Luna off it the side.

"This is good." Luna said suddenly.

"What?! How is this good?" Harry said, feeling slightly betrayed by his girlfriend.

"Harry. Your mother has been depressed for almost twenty years. The fact that he wants to make another attempt at a family means that he's finally broken the cycle and is beginning to move on." Harry didn't have anything to say and remained standing in front of the pickup window motionless, mechanically accepting the two trays off food when the bell rang. Luna sighed and dragged him over to an empty table and grabbed his hand. "Harry. He's not trying to replace you. Neither of them are. You will always be one of their most important people. And you should be proud, that list is shared by Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Albus Dumbledore." Luna assured. Harry looked at her stunned then his face fell into a smirk.

"And how do you know the list of my parents' favourite people?"

"Intuition." Luna parried before she popped a potato wedge into her mouth with a slight smirk. Harry chuckled and took Luna's hand before he began tucking into his own lunch. Miles away, across the country James Potter stepped into the small townhouse he shared with his husband from a dismal drizzle and sighed. After taking off his coat he looked around confused.

"Severus?! Are you here?" James called out.

"Down here, James." Severus called from the basement. James snorted and walked over to the doorway to the basement, where Severus had long set up a potions laboratory and leaned on the frame.

"Can I come down?"

"Give me a moment." Severus called up and James and chuckled before he went into the kitchen and started making a pair of sandwiches. A few minutes later Severus appeared, wiping his hands on a dark grey potions apron.

"How's your day been?" James asked before he handed the plate and a glass of pumpkin juice to his husband

"I rather think I'm making a breakthrough! This batch hasn't exploded yet." Severus said quietly before he took a bite of the chicken and tomato sandwich unconsciously. He blinked a bit as he chewed before he swallowed. "And I just realized-"

"That you haven't eaten yet today?" James said with a loving smile as he left his chin on the hand he had propped up on the counter. Severus chuckled before he leaned down and bestowed a kiss on his husband's cheek. he finished the pumpkin juice and brought it to the sink.

"Wait did you go to St Mungo's to set up the appointment yet?" he asked in confusion. James groaned and smacked himself in the forehead.

"That's what I forgot to do." he moaned in defeat. Severus was not impressed and crossed his arms.

"James… that was the only reason you left the house in the first place." the dark potions professor complained.

"I know I know! It's just… Harry saw me." James said quietly. Severus instantly unfolded his arms and gripped the chair in front of him.

"What happened? What did he say?" Severus asked with white knuckles on the worn wood. James sighed and took off his glasses.

"He was pretty much furious. He thinks we're replacing him." James said tiredly while he rubbed the bridge of his nose

"What? That's ridiculous." Severus said with a frown.

"That's what I would have said. If he hadn't run off before I got to that part." James said with a sigh as he returned his glasses to their perch. Severus sighed and sat in the chair he'd been gripping so tightly.

"I knew we should have tried to talk to him before getting the appointments set up…" Severus said tiredly. James reached over and took his husband's hand and began to rub it reassuringly with his thumb.

"We'll get him to come over tomorrow. Maybe invite Luna too." James thought suddenly before smiling sheepishly at the austere potions master "She's good at getting him to see things from different perspectives."

"I rather think she is good at making anyone see anything from a new perspective." Severus remarked with a chuckle. James laughed but I died quickly in his throat.

"What if she can't this time…" the bespectacled man asked helplessly. Severus squeezed the hand that had loosened slightly in its minds worry.

"I highly doubt someone as tenacious as Lovegood would be unable to convince our son of something," Severus assured with determination. Then his face softened slightly. "But should it come to that we will, of course, stay strong together James."

"Right… you're right." James said with a smile. Severus couldn't keep the smirk off his face.

"Of course I'm right. now … perhaps we should go out tonight. Take our minds off the stresses of the day. I have the potion in a stable phase. There should be no trouble continuing from here at some later date. Perhaps to the Black Swan. We haven't seen Linda in a while."

"How about we go into Mansfield and I take you out for a proper meal?" James offered. Then he smirked and kissed the back of Severus's hand. "Or maybe we could go out dancing again. It is Frank Sinatra night after all." James remarked before he wiggled his eyebrows. Severus chuckled a bit, even though his cheeks has tinted ever so slightly pink at the thought.

"I rather think I would like that." the potions master admitted. James smiled

"Dinner then dancing?" he asked to clarify. Severus nodded.

"Very well. I'll dress in something suitable this time." Severus said before he stood and headed up to change while James called a restaurant he'd had in mind, not far from the tango lounge, that he had had in mind for some time now. Meanwhile, Harry had returned from lunch with Luna when Handish cleared his throat.

"Potter. Mathews called in sick-" Handish began

"What? He's a healer! How can a healer call in sick?" Harry asked flabbergast.

"He's got Flobberworm Flu Potter! It's not entirely his fault, he was in the children's ward all day yesterday and six cases came in." Handish growled darkly before thrusting a clipboard into the interim healer's hands. "He's working up in the permanent spell damage ward. " he spotted Harry's frown and huffed "look Potter you'd be doing the whole team a favour. Can you cover his shift or not?"

"When was he supposed to get off?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Midnight." Handish said. "Don't forget that refusing shifts doesn't look good on your record Potter." Harry groaned then looked at Luna sadly.

"I'm sorry Luna. I know we've been planning this date forever-"

"Harry. This is your career. And you know what, they always need help in the spell damage ward from a mind Healer. I'll help you." Luna offered with a smile as she held Harry's hand. Handish watched the pair give each other eyes before he growled.

"Don't forget that you're on the clock Potter!" the supervisor snarked. Harry and Luna instantly dropped their hands and looked away. The senior healer huffed. "You can oggle your girlfriend on your own time!"

"Yes sorry Healer Handish. We'll get working right away." Harry said sternly before he and Luna both grabbed charts and headed up to the spell damage ward. From there the two split up and worked down the whole hallway. It took them a good three-quarters of Mathews shift.

"Goodness dears you've been rushing around like Whizbees!" one of the older medi witches said with a chuckle. Harry sighed.

"It's tiring work that's for sure."

"Harry!" a familiar voice called from the end of the hall. Harry turned and smiled at the man in stylish red robes.

"Ron!" Harry said before walking up to the man and giving him a hug. Ron hugged back with a bright smile. "So what brings you to the spell damage ward?" Harry asked pulling back. "Leg acting up again?"

"No no, the nightly brace works great. Course sometimes I forget to put it on. Then Hermione nags me when it hurts the next day."

"Isn't that her job?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Seeing as she's your wife."

"Speaking of-" Ron said as he leaned slightly to look at Luna who was now talking with two other uniformed Aurors, one who had a rather unsettling amount of blood on his face.

"I haven't asked her yet. I was going to tonight but our plans kinda got bollocks up." Harry admitted nervously. Roon looked over towards Luna again before turning the pair away from her eyes.

"Go on show me then." the redhead asked conspiratorial. Harry looked around nervously before he fished the velvet ring box from his scrubs and opened it. Inside was a platinum diamond ring. In the center setting was a radiant white diamond. On either side of it were two vine motifs topped with sapphires as the leaves. Ron whistle quietly.

"Make us all look bad with that fortune why don't you!" the ginger hissed before he grabbed his friend shoulder and shook him. "I'm just kidding. Its gorgeous mate. She'll definitely say yes."

"I hope so." Harry said nervously before he hurriedly shoves the ring back into his pockets as Luna approached with a smile.

"Hello, Ron. How are you?" the blond asked

"Good good… well, actually I've been better."

"Huh?" Harry asked in confusion "why is that?"

"We've just come back from a raid. We found were Avery and McNair were hiding… they were recruiting." Ron said with a serious look at Harry. "We don't know how many were there willingly yet. It's a mess down at the ministry. Plus we found… experiments in the basement." Ron said quietly.

"What kind of experiments?" Harry asked nervously. As he said this two stretchers rolled in. on one a young girl was lying pale as death, barely alive while two healers were working tirelessly to keep her among them. On the other, a young man, barely older than Harry, was viciously fighting against the five healers that were holding him down including Handish

"Potter, Lovegood! Help us!" the senior Healer snapped. Both of the trainees dropped their clipboards and ran to assist the group. Even the Aurors eventually came over to assist until one Healer managed to shove a dreamless sleep potion down the struggling man's throat.

"This man needs a few scans. We aren't sure what exactly was happening." one of the auror's said nervously.

"Clevedon, Janlin." Handish said sternly. The two junior healers nodded before moving the man into an examination room. Handish sighed before looking at Luna and Harry. "There are ten more patients coming in."

"We're staying." Harry said with a determined nod. Handish got a proud glint in his eye and nodded in approval before heading over to the arriving patients. Harry turned to Luna and winced. "Sorry... I kinda spoke for you." Harry admitted quietly. "If you want to leave I'm sure I can cover-"

"Harry." Luna said gently before she took his hand. "We're healers. It's our calling. I'm glad to stay with you. And besides. Technically we're still spending the night together." Luna reasoned with a smile. Harry grinned back before he squeezed her hand. With that, the two began buzzing around the new patients. Healing hurts and helping to get the influx properly organized. It was several hours later that Harry and Luna both returned to the Mediwitch stand looking quite worse for wear. Harry's scrubs were stained with various fluids and ripped in a few places. Luna had managed to keep her uniform intact, but she did have a minor bruise on her chin and the bags under her eyes were dark and heavy.

"Oh goodness…" the head Mediwitch said looking at the pair. "I promise this tray is the last, then you can head home to sleep." Harry just took the tray of potions mechanically while Luna followed his lead. Harry stepped into the last room. Handish looked up from a chart and hissed through his teeth.

"You look terrible Potter." the supervisor said with a touch of sympathy in his gruff voice.

"I'm fine." Harry said tiredly before he put the tray on a bedside table and grabbed one.

"Go home boy." Handish said flatly. Luna came to stand beside Harry and rubbed his arm.

"Harry. It's late. Let's just head to your apartment. Neville won't mind." Luna assured with a tired smile.

"You." a voice suddenly said. The three healers turned to the patient in the bed. It was the young man who had given them so much trouble hours before. He was staring at Harry with pure hatred in his eyes. He looked to the side then took the tray of potions and threw it towards the boy wonder. He tried to shield Luna from the splash, but the mixture of cast potions caused a massive explosion. Several patients were thrown from their beds, including the young man. Handish was thrown against the back wall and door to the room was blown clean off its hinges. Several healers rushed into the room. The young patient tried to shove past them but was stunned by Ron and another auror. When the smoke began to settle healer Anderson stepped into the room. Two young healers rushed to help Handish up from his crumpled position.

"Where are Potter and Lovegood?" Anderson demanded. Suddenly a small groan was heard. Anderson rose he wand and blew the smoke away. Everyone in the room froze. Anderson was the first to wake from her stupor. She turned to a pair of training healer. "You, go Find James and Severus Potter. You, get Xenophilius Lovegood." the two healers nodded before apparating away with a crack. James and Severus were just finishing a quiet wine when they heard the crack outside. Severus was the first on his feet with his wand out. James was close behind him. Then there was a pounding on the door. James rushed and opened it slowly. When he saw the healer scrubs he opened it fully.

"Hello. How can I help you?" James asked curiously while Severus came to stand behind his husband much like a shadow.

"You and your husband are needed back at St Mungo's." the Healer said nervously.

"Has something happened to Harry?" Severus asked astutely. The Healer nodded nervously.

"Yes but… well, I'm not sure you'll believe it until you see it" the young Healer said nervously. " I can apparate you directly if you take my hand."

"Please," Severus said before he and James grasped the young man's hand. With a crack, the three appeared in a receiving room. Anderson was ready and waiting with a stretched face. She nodded to the pair to follow and led them out into the hallways.

"This evening the Aurors found Avery and Walden McNair in an ancestral home. They were recruiting new fighters and performing strange experiments on various muggles and Muggle-borns. The Aurors were certain that none of the recruits had been mixed up with the patients but unfortunately they missed one. You son and Luna Lovegood were caught in an unfortunate accident… with some very interesting results." Anderson finished before she stopped in front of a set of doors. "Now… he is very nervous. So try not to make any sudden movements." the healers said cryptically before she led the pair into the room. Xenophilius Lovegood was already in the room and appeared to be staving off a headache. Severus frowned at the young girl that was lying in the bed in front of the stressed looking man. "Hello, Harry. I have some people who here who'd like to meet you." Anderson said suddenly. Severus looked over and felt his breath stall. James was already choking on air. The young, wild-haired, child pushed a pair of oversized round frames further up his nose and looked at them nervously.

"Hullo." the child said quietly. James found his voice first.

"It can't be…" he murmured in shock as he stared at the small boy in oversized healer scrubs like he was dressed in a costume for Halloween.

"Harry?"

~Chapter finite Incantatem~

A/N: I hope you all enjoy where this story is going. I have quite a large group of people who have been wanting this after all…

I hope you are all excited for the next chapter.

Keep on reading

-TheTransfiguredCanary