Disclaimer: I don't own these people; J. K. Rowling does.
Baby Drama
James cursed as he ran down the stairs to see what drunken lunatic from the pub thought this was his house. If the knocking woke Harry that would be the end of his chance to sleep. When he opened the door he was met with a surprise.
"Padfoot?" he said. "Is everything all right? Is it Moony? Wormtail?" he asked worriedly.
Sirius crossed the threshold past his best friend and started to pace in the parlor. He was muttering to himself like a mad man and knew that James would notice, but he did not care. He didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life no scheme or prank would get him out of this predicament.
James who looked very worried now, shut the door and approached his friend. "Sirius you're beginning to freak me out. What is wrong?"
Sirius looked at James, horror in his eyes and took a seat. "Rachel came back," he whispered. James sat down immediately. "She's, sh-she's pregnant," Sirius stuttered.
"What?" James asked, thinking he heard wrong.
"She's pregnant." Sirius said a little louder.
James Potter sat there dumbfounded, lost for words. He knew of Rachel and Sirius' past, and knew that when Rachel joined the dark side that that had hurt Sirius. Something no girl was ever able to do she had done it. Getting to him and hurting him in a way that only his own mother had years before.
"Um. . . "He started, "Congratulations?" he said, unsure of what to say to his best friend.
"It's a girl," Sirius sighed.
James beamed at Sirius, "That's amazing mate!"
"She's going to take her and have her grow up with my mother and Regulus. She's going to be around everything that I ran away from." Sirius said, looking out into somewhere only he could see. "I know, I know I said I'm not a baby kind of guy, nor a family guy, but I can't see my own child growing up there and like that." He continued, "She said she wouldn't have told me if she didn't need money. The doctor bills and hospital bills are too expensive and she's not making enough. "
"Are you going to pay?" James asked.
"I don't know what to do, James." Sirius said hopelessly. "I can't raise a child, especially a girl on my own. I can't just lock Rach up until she gives birth and then runaway with the baby."
James sat quietly thinking of what to say. "You know me and Lily are always here for you. We could help you. Lily's a girl, she could raise a girl." He said a smiling beginning to play at his lips, "Lily would love to help, and you know that. You can't let your daughter go into that house."
"How am I supposed to take her away from Rach?" Sirius asked, "no one will give me the baby legally, I'm Sirius Black, not to mention the father who had no idea of the existence of the baby until seven months after she was conceived!"
"Then we don't do it legally." James stated. Sirius looked at his friend with a confused expression James knew all too well. "She'll have the baby at St. Mungos, and you will obviously be there. As soon as Rachel sleeps, walk out with her and we obliviate everyone."
"You want me to kidnap my own baby, and cast obliviatehow many times?" Sirius asked surprised at what his friend was saying. "Are you mad, Prongs? Every Death Eater will be out looking for me."
James stood as everything began to dawn on him. "Sirius, this is what Voldemort wanted. He wanted a baby that's blood was so pure that there was no trace of muggle blood in them." He continued, "This baby is the heir of the Ancient House of Black. You and Rachel come from the purest families in the Wizarding community and your baby is like the epitome of what Voldemort has wanted."
"You're saying that this psychotic git wants to marry my daughter?" Sirius said with deep distaste leaping off of his seat and felt an odd feeling of protecting the baby that was in Rachel's belly.
"Bloody hell, not that Sirius, you fool!" James said smacking his hand to his forehead. "He'd train her, make her almost his equal. She'd be everything he wanted to be, but only one thing would be the same. That her father did not want her like his own did not want him."
The two men remained quiet as they let this soak into them. Could it be true? They both knew that the girl indeed would be the purest of the purebloods and prime target of what Voldemort would cherish.
"Where would I take her?" Sirius asked, breaking the silence that was wafting the room. "Every Death Eater alive will be looking for her and me if what we think is true."
James looked down at his hands; he had sat down again after he made his brilliant theory. "Dumbledore," he simply stated.