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Okay, first I need some alcohol… Wait, isn't it bad for the baby? Maybe I should cross-dress and go into a library and ask for pointers and whatnot. Oh, hell. I am a mess and was that a kick? Arghhh! Relax, breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

…that sounded incredibly dirty.

Now, to try and make sense I'll write a plan. Hermione always does and I have long decided that universal truth equates whatever she says.

PLAN: Have a (hopefully) healthy baby

Contact someone who deals with , oddities; I don't think there is a matron for this type of things.

Find where the baby will came out from.

Try and make family and friends that I will be safer going to a muggle summer camp and another schools once term starts.

Kill Black.

Have sex with Black one more time, yummy.

Forget point 4 and 6.

Buy baby clothes, nappies and all that jazz.

Okay, that's settled it. Time to face the lions.

"MUM!" I holler.

"Yes, dear?" As always she is like a rocket when I call her, I have put my bet on feeling guilty for leaving me to fend for myself at the tender age of one.

I fidget and make myself sound shy and eager. "I have a proposition! You see, I don't want Voldemort to attack us again or Hogwarts, for that matter. He wouldn't suspect that I am at a muggle summer camp or in a different school, so I should be safe. Ask Dumbledore if you need to, but I don't want to endanger any of you!"

Her face which had been closing off at first, softens at my so-called 'hero complex.' She nods silently and with a kiss on the cheek, goes to find the senile old man that rules this vigilante business.

I decide to go on a visit of the Manor if only to see it for a last time in a long time. I hope.

Potter Manor is big, but no ostentatiously so. It has a Quidditch pitch, a lake which is good for a swim and a forest in the edge of the grounds. All in all, it is very charismatic with its exotic flowers and the sun makes it look more beautiful. It's home.

I believe that how a person decorates their room or house reflects in them. The living room is cosy and tidy, with the occasional knick-knack lying about; also, it is filled with book, WWW products, some photos and a lot of realistic non-moving pictures. That is related that neither me or Mum want portraits watching our every step.

Comparing this to Privet Drive, is how you understand the differences between the two Evans sisters. Petunia is shallow and as fake as you can get, while Mrs. Potter here radiates warmth and cheerfulness.

Is the same with Sir…Black. His bedroom is a complete mess of things only he can figure out. And it has lots of sex toys, which comes to prove that he is a pervert.

When I say lots I am saying a fucking wardrobe is dedicated to them. Say again, why I am in love with him?

No, better shut it, less I start drooling again. God, that was embarrassing…

He is so handsome with those stormy grey eyes and that gorgeous hair. Huh, he is talking. He really has a beautiful smile, I wish he'd kiss me…

"Harry! You have poured your soup all over you, honestly!" Was that Hermione? Well, leave me contemplate this jaw-dropping creature, thank you. His hands are so strong, I wonder what it would be like to be embraced by those muscular arms.

"Harry, you are drooling" And with that I snap out of the Sirius-inflicted daze. Wait, what?!

Ewww, I AM drooling. I am turning into a Ginny! Next I know, I will be sending him horrible rhymes for Valentine's Day.

I blink my eyes open, I suppose I must have fallen asleep by the lake shore. As I still groggy, I turn to whoever is nudging me their toe. " Wassit?"

If I squint real hard I can see black on top of something white. I assume that is Dad with his still too pale face.

"You can go, son. We have been discussing this for awhile and Dumbledore agrees that is safe enough."

This last announcement wakes me all the way. Great! Step 3 is done… and now that I think about it shouldn't it have been Step 1, first? Well, I already made a list, you can't expect nothing more from me.

Who do I know that is into shady business? Yes, Mundugus. I only have to get a hold from him, which is easier said than done with that alcoholic git.

Author Notes:

Well, I am at last motivated to continue one of my bunnies! Siriusly(no pun intended) my PC has at least 50 stories by now.

See ya.

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