AN: Eh, I found time after all at camp to write. So would have thought that it would be hard to find time to write at a camp that specialised at reading and writing.

The funny part is that most fanfic writers I'm running into write slash.

And this was a courtesy of the creative writing class I took, we had to write all in dialogue, and this was inspired…And the intermediates just came in with newspapers with eyeholes cut out…Why?

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: Think of the Children

Word Count: 544

The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.

—Francis Bacon

"You're awfully quiet."

"Mhm."

"'Mhm' to you, too. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing is also awfully quiet, Halley."

"…You know, that look reminds me of your Mum's. Did she taught you that at a young age?"

"… "

"Okay, fine. I have been worrying."

"You don't say, Mrs short, dark, and brooding?"

"No need to be that sarcastic, Gabriel. But have you ever thought what's going to happen now?"

"Now? As in, 'Now we're going to have kid'? Or 'Now everything about our life will change'?"

"Both, and what are we going to tell him once he's older?"

"Him?"

"Or her."

"Well…we…we tell him-her that…Oh, great. Now I don't know how to explain every bleeding thing."

"Exactly, and that's what scares me. When baby…him-her grows up a bit, and starts to notice how some people treat us, or those Chocolate Frog cards, and the memories—Hell, there's even an award for Rory and I back at Hogwarts—I don't know how we'll explain to him-her about everything."

"Start with something small."

"Brilliant. Got any ideas?"

"…"

"My thoughts exactly. I didn't think anything could be classified as 'small'. 'Expulsion-worthy', yes. 'Life threatening', yes. And let's not forget the whole saving-the-world part."

"…We're going to be the weirdest parents ever. You know, always twitchy when him-her opens up to eat a Chocolate Frog, saying small stuff about their time at school…Merlin, imagine telling him-her how we met?"

"At King's Cross."

"Okay, maybe it won't be that hard. Just that part, really."

"Bloody hell. We are doomed."

"Yeah, and I wouldn't even be thinking about this if you hadn't brought it up. Now I'll be up at night wondering how messed up out kid will get. Makes you real glad that we have Teddy, doesn't?"

"At least we know what to do with nappies and such. That's a bright side."

"So, now you decide to look on the bright side of things. Here's some more do that you wouldn't be worrying over them, too: Him-her has a loveable family, parents that care enough to worry, an incredible god-brother, no prophecies, no bigoted dark lords, and will be an amazing Quidditch player."

"To be honest, I'm not that worried about Quidditch; more like everything else."

"Blasphemy, dear, that's just blasphemy."