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Life Had Just Begun

By Terra

Chapter Seventeen: Love Lives

"Where are you going?"

"It's not important! For the last time, it couldn't interest you less."

"But now I want to know more."

It was July thirtieth. Remus had bargained a brief holiday from his employer so he could visit his family and us again. Lily and Sirius teasingly asked after my health every few hours, since I had missed most of his visit last time. We arranged for an early dinner, since Remus had relatives to visit later in the evening and Peter had "things to do".

It was at the beginning of the visit that Sirius inquired on this mysterious requirement. When Peter continually refused to answer his questions, Sirius finally suggested, "Is it the violist or what?"

"No, it isn't her!" Peter huffed, "I have errands to run. Boring, tedious tasks. Merlin, why are you so fascinated?"

"Well, you were being so mysterious," Sirius whined, "You perked my curiosity."

"Well, it killed the cat and its next prey is the dog, huh?" Remus joked.

"Who's the violist?" I wondered.

"Oh," Peter made a nervous, dismissing gesture, "a customer at the shop."

"A very important customer," Remus added gleefully.

"And very pretty, too," Sirius commented in sing-song.

"No one told me this!" I protested. "Who is she?"

"Go on, Peter, tell James about the viola player," Remus ordered. "He missed it the first time."

Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Peter propped his elbows on to the table we were all sitting at and began his tale, "It started—oh—five months ago? Every second week, this woman, a viola player, comes into the shop. Starting this month, she has started coming in every week..."

"What's her name?" Sirius suggested slyly.

Rolling his eyes, Peter answered, "Her name is Blithe Tambre."

Where have I heard that name before? I wondered to myself.

"And what does she look like?" Remus responded.

"You already know the story, why don't you two just tell it?" Peter asked.

"You tell it better," Remus answered. "Go on. We'll stop interrupting."

Regaining his composure, Peter went on, "She's short, shorter than me even. She's got curly black hair to her chin and hazel eyes, I think. She doesn't look up much so I can't really say for sure. She's very pale, like those porcelain dolls, you know those really expensive ones that ..."

"Okay, he understands, Peter," Remus interrupted, "Let's move on."

"Tell the good parts already," Sirius demanded.

"What good parts? It's not that exciting," Peter replied.

"That's because you don't anything about it," Remus answered, "if you just said something, then something interesting might occur."

"Am I ever going to hear this story?" I whined. "What about this woman?"

Remus and Sirius put up their hands to show that they were done talking as Peter glared at them and continued, "Anyway, this woman," Exasperated, he added, "Who is very pretty before the two of you interrupt again, plays the viola. So, this woman comes into the shop one day during my shift during the slow hour, saying that her viola is broken. I take the viola and no matter how hard I look, there's nothing wrong with it. So, I ask her to tell me what exactly is the matter but she just says that 'it sounds wrong' and nothing else. While I try to find the source of the problem, she looks through the score books. Like, really examining them, opening them up, reading a few pieces, putting them back, picking them up again. This lasts for an hour. Finally, I tell her I have no idea what to do with her viola since there is nothing wrong. She shrugs and says that she wants to buy a book. She buys the book and leaves. Two weeks later, during my shift during the slow hour, she comes back. Her viola doesn't sound right and wants me to look at it again. But there's nothing wrong with it and she spends the next hour looking through the books again. I tell her nothing's wrong, she shrugs and buys a book. Next two weeks, same routine. Next two weeks, same thing. Beginning of the month, she comes in but I'm not there that day. She walks right out without buying anything or asking about her viola getting repaired, even though she had it with her."

"You're kidding," I said.

"I'm not. George, the guy who was doing my shift that day, asked me if I ever caught up with Blithe Tambre and I said no. He told me what she did. After that, she's been coming in every week"

"So, you're being stalked, Peter, is that it?" I suggested.

"I don't know. At least she hasn't broken into my flat or something, that would be creepy," Peter joked.

"But what does Peter do," Remus commented, "when a very pretty girl comes in every week to see him and him exclusively? Not ask her out, no. Oh, no, no, no. He tells her there's nothing wrong with her viola and tells her that the book she has purchased is a very good one." Sirius laughed.

"Well, what am I supposed to say to her?" Peter asked. "What if she's just a freak who prefers me to work on her viola?"

"Well," Sirius snickered, "she wants certainly wants you to work on something of hers." Lily, who had been quietly observing our conversation, kicked Sirius sharply to which Sirius yelped in pain.

Remus squealed in a very feminine voice, "Oh, Peter, work on my viola! And while you're on that, you can work on..." Lily dealt another blow to Remus' leg to which screamed, "Ow! That hurt!"

"The baby can hear you. You're contaminating its innocent mind," Lily answered sharply.

"Forget the baby, what about us?" Peter answered. "Great, now when I see her, I'll be thinking of you two chortling away."

Sirius emerged from under the table where he had been nursing his leg and said, "Look, can you blame us? Why don't you just ask the violist out somewhere for drinks?"

"She obviously interested, coming into the shop all the time," Remus added after he had emerged from examining his leg.

"I don't know..." Peter moaned.

"Come on, Peter," Sirius said, "you'll never know if you don't ask. Personally, she couldn't be more obvious than she was wearing a sign reading: 'I want to go have drinks with you'."

"I agree. She wants to get to know you. Right, Lily?" Remus asked sagely.

Lily nodded. "She seems to want your attention. She just doesn't know how to actually talk to you."

"Just at least have a conversation of her that does not involve her viola or her books," I suggested.

Peter sighed, "Alright. Are we all done tormenting me?" Remus and Sirius nodded. "Good. Say, Remus, since we're talking about love lives, how's Hilda?"

Remus turned slightly red and stuttered, "Fine. Just fine."

"Who's Hilda?" I asked. Sirius started snickering.

Peter smiled and told Remus, "James asked who Hilda was, Remus."

"Her name is Hilda Markku. She works with me," Remus explained, shrugging nervously. "Anyway, so when's the take-away...?"

"I think James needs to know more than that," Sirius interrupted.

"Well, she works with me. And she does a very fine job at what she does."

"Remus, try descriptive words," Peter suggested, "that might help."

"Well, she's blonde. Her hair is very long, but she always ties it into a plait in the back. She's Norwegian, obviously. She speaks English very well, went to Beauxbatons and did well in Defense, obviously since that's part of her job. And, um..."

"Is she pretty?" I asked.

"Yes, I guess so. She's in very good shape, very lean and she has a lot of strength. She's really... aggressive. Very matter of fact about everything. Independent sort of woman. I can't really think of anything else to say." Remus fiddled with his fork as Sirius and Peter looked at each other.

"So," Peter began, "you don't live in the same boarding house as in April?"

"No, I'm still there."

"And Hilda is still in her boarding house next door?" Sirius asked.

"I got curtains!" Remus exclaimed suddenly. "They're very good. I like them a lot."

"When did you get the curtains, Remus?' Peter asked.

"Last month."

"So, in June?"

"Yes."

"What's the big deal about curtains?" I asked.

"Because... actually, no, Remus, you should explain," Sirius suggested. Remus shook his head vigorously. "Fine. I'll tell."

"No, don't! It's not that important, really."

"I think it's funny. Well, Remus has a room in a boarding house, so does Hilda. Hilda's boarding house is next door and Remus' window faces her window. Neither of them has curtains. What problem does this cause?"

"Remus," Lily gasped, "you didn't..."

"I didn't know! I couldn't afford curtains until recently and I couldn't tell her why she needed curtains!" Remus protested.

"And let me guess," I answered, "he has an excellent view of her bedroom so he saw her undress once."

"Right in one," Peter cheered. "Of course, we have to tease him about it now. It's the law in... where do you live, Remus?"

"Bergen, Norway," Remus answered coldly.

"And I bet you haven't asked her out yet," Peter added pointedly.

"She isn't as obviously interested in me as Bilthe is in you. She'd probably bash my head in if I even suggested anything remotely romantic."

"Ah, Remus," Sirius responded, "that's what wine's for!"

"I'm not getting her drunk so I can spend the night with her!"

"I didn't mean that. Get her drunk so she can't beat your head in and she'll forget about it in the morning!" Remus gave him a dark look and Sirius amended, "I'm kidding, Remus. I honestly doubt she'll beat your head in."

"You don't know her."

"What's wrong with you, Remus?" I said, "You're an okay sort of person. She might be intrigued."

"Yeah, but how about when she finds out what I am? She'll kill me in seconds."

"Come on, Remus," Peter moaned, "you don't have to say what you are on the first date! Once she gets to know you, she won't care. We don't care, why should she care?"

"Delivery for Potter residence!" A voice from the fire called. "Your order is ready to be delivered."

"That's the take-away," I answered, getting up. I went to the fireplace where a young boy with a collection cup on his head was waiting. "Here's the money," I said as I placed the charge in the cup. The boy disappeared and within seconds, a long train of food exited the fireplace, which I retrieved and sent to the table in the kitchen. The food was met with cheers and praise as they picked out what they ordered and began eating.

"So," Remus began, "how did you ask Marguerite?"

"Well, I took her to the restaurant, 'Ivory Palace', which was extremely expensive. We had dinner. Now, this place has musicians running around, playing requests. So, I thought that was a grand idea so I called the players over after asking what her favorite ballad is, which is 'Rose Lined Boulevards'. So, they played the song and she was all pleased. When they finished, I got down on my knees, brought out the ring, and asked her." He slapped his hand on the table, turned to Lily and said, "By the way, relay a message to the rest of the female population: don't sit there for ten minutes after someone asks them to marry him. Because you did that too and it's really awkward to be in that position for that long under that type of stress!"

"I apologize," Lily responded, picking at her food. "I was kind of shocked and I expect that she was too."

"It's alright, Lily," I said.

*** ***

My proposal had been a lot more complex. The plan was for Remus to ask Lily out for a luncheon and the rest of us would "busy" so it would look like it wasn't staged. Remus' job was to keep Lily away from her flat as long as possible while Peter, Sirius, and I sneaked into her home and prepared. We scattered rose petals all over the place and fired up her Player with a gem with the cheerful love song 'Because I Only Want to Dance With You'. I hid in her bedroom, standing on her bed, which was buried in rose petals as Sirius hid in the bathroom to take a picture and hand her a bouquet when she came home. The signal would come from Peter, who remained in the front room to turn on the Player when she would enter her flat.

When she arrived with Remus, we were all in position. Beyond the closed door, I could hear Lily express surprise on Peter being there and then the music turned on. At the top of my lungs, I sang along as I danced around on the bed. Lily opened the door and exclaimed in surprise upon seeing me dancing around on her bed. Remus and Peter followed behind her as she just stared in shock to open the bathroom door. Sirius stepped out and handed her the bouquet, which she dropped in shock and confusion, as the song ended.

"What's going on? It's not my birthday or anything!" Lily squeaked. "Where did all these rose petals come from?"

"Well," I replied, trying to sound calmer than I felt, "I wanted to say..." Remus gestured with his head that the rest should leave. They crept out behind Lily and closed the door behind them. "I wanted to say that I love you and I want to be with you forever. Lily, will you marry me?" Lily just brought her hands to mouth and stood there with her eyes wide. It was longest ten seconds in my entire life. Finally, tears leaked out from her eyes and whispered, "Yes." She climbed on to the bed and I hugged her as she kissed me. I got off balance and we crashed on to the bed. Someone pounded on the door and Sirius hollered, "We're still here! Don't start doing weird stuff in there!"

Lily laughed and I coughed. "Anyway, I need to give you the ring. It's right in my pocket." Or not. Perplexed, I tried to the other one. Nothing there. "That's funny. Did I land on it?" We sat up to search for the ring among the petals. "It was in the case. The box should be here." After a minute of searching, I called out, "Did I give any of you the ring?"

Sirius opened the door as all three looked inside. They all shook their heads and replied in the negative. Finally, I remembered exactly where it was. It was on my bedside table in my flat but I had been so nervous about that day that I completely forgot to actually retrieve it. Feeling extremely stupid, I apologized and Apparated to my home to get the ring for her as my three friends rolled their eyes in irritation.

*** ***

Thankfully, Sirius remembered his ring and his proposal went just fine.

"So, what exactly do you do? I never really got a good explanation," I suggested to Remus as I bit into a roll.

"Dark Creature exterminator. The minor ones, of course. Werewolves, vampires, and the like are just handed over the Norwegian Beast Department when they get out of hand. On a side note, the Norwegian Werewolf Department is not bad. They have a sort of werewolf epidemic."

"Really?" I asked.

"Mostly in the mountains. Not enough werewolves were getting into properly built containment buildings. They've fixed that little problem. They assign you a special building. I share a room with five other men. About seven women share another room in the house. Three little kids share another room in the same house."

"A little cramped, huh?" Sirius commented.

"I really envy those kids. They have tons of room to pace around in. The men's room has to be the smallest and we're larger. Anyway, so that's what I do every month."

"What about your job, though? Does your boss know about you?" I asked.

"Yeah, he found it out by accident. I got a post from the Werewolf Department and it accidentally got sent to his house. He was good-natured about it, really surprised me. He had an older brother who was afflicted so he kind of turned a blind eye to me. I think he had already guessed anyway. My landlady knows but she doesn't care as long as I pay rent and I don't bite her or her family. But Hilda doesn't know, neither does Kovit Langer, Svein Thwaite, Gudrun Kaia, nor Sonja Toril." Remus bit into a piece of chicken and added, "Well, they haven't confronted me on it. They might have suspicions but it's Ulric Ingo, that's my boss, who decides whether I keep my job or not so it really doesn't matter. Oh, did I ever tell you about Boggarts? Or did I talk about the dementors?"

"No, you told about the dementors," Sirius answered. We all shuddered. Dementors like the cold and since half of Norway is tundra, they sometimes wander into the area where Remus lived. His Patronus has gotten very good and the area's sweet shops are making a killing because of the increased activity. His area has at least one dementor every couple of weeks.

"Alright. You all know about Boggarts, right? Well, a couple of months ago, my landlady's daughter, Gerd, who is one ugly woman, I don't care if she's engaged, starts screaming one morning. I rush downstairs to see what's happening and there's a huge cobra in her room. She starts getting hysterical and I go towards the cobra, which turns into a moon. Of course, it has to be a Boggart and I cast Riddikilus and it's gone. The next day, she finds another cobra that turns into another moon. Every day, there's at least one Boggart in the house. Every tenant knows everyone's deepest fears now, it's great," Remus commented sarcastically. "Finally, I tell Ulric that my boarding house is having a Boggart problem so the entire task force comes to the house and searches the entire building."

"Did you find where they were coming from?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, we did," Remus said with disgust, "next to the boiler was a Boggart nest."

"Ugh, that's gross," Sirius groaned, grimacing. Peter put down his fork, shaking his head.

"You bet it was. It was stuck behind the boiler; that's why we couldn't find it before. It was in the hole in the wall. The boiler was hiding the hole. It was about three feet in diameter and it was all gooey and pulsing. It was grossest thing I had ever seen. There were hundreds of Boggart eggs. Hundreds. We had to slice the egg sac open."

"As much as this makes me want to throw up," Peter replied, "I have to know. Did Boggarts come out after you did that?"

"You bet they did. But they weren't developed yet so they were demented and warped. Many of my moons were melted and just fell to the floor. It was disgusting. You know how with the spell Boggarts just explode? Well, on these underdeveloped Boggarts, they exploded all right but the explosion splattered left over goo all over us." All of us groaned in disgust. "I know. There was this rancid smell and it was thick, sticky slop all over everything. But, in the end, the nest was gotten rid off and we all took long showers."

"Did Hilda...?" Sirius asked slyly.

"I can't see her shower, you idiot! And I was taking one at the same time so I would've been looking anyway!"

"All's the pity," Peter replied.

"Say, Peter," Lily asked suddenly, "is your foot feeling better? Your mum told me you had something wrong with it."

"Oh yeah, I went to the doctor at St. Mungo's last week. I twisted it and I couldn't go the day I actually twisted it."

"What did you do?" Remus inquired.

"Oh, I forget now. Well, he fixed it up after I saw Marguerite..."

"You saw Marguerite?" Sirius wondered. "She doesn't work near that area, does she?"

Peter flushed. "Well, no. She said she saw me walk past and she wanted to have a little chat."

"About what?"

"Nothing. Random stuff. Probably just bored or something. Made the waiting time a bit shorter, though."

"That's not true!" Remus replied dramatically, "they're having a lurid affair!"

"Dun-dun-dah!" I sang. Everyone but Lily started to laugh.

"Lily?" I asked, "are you alright?"

She shrugged. "I don't feel well. I'm sorry."

"Why don't you go lie down?" Remus suggested. "You've been out of it the whole time I've been here."

"When's your baby due anyway?" Peter wondered.

"August fifth," Lily moaned, "but then babies are usually born before their due dates."

"Go lie down, Lily," Sirius repeated. "I'll help you up." Sirius and I got up and hoisted Lily out of the chair.

"I'm so sorry, everyone," she mumbled, "I didn't mean to bring everyone down."

"It's okay," Remus answered, waving it off, "everyone's has to have an off day. I'll see you all week."

"Look, it's better than that time Remus was on that extreme pain medication," Peter added. The Werewolf Agency often enlists werewolves to help in research programs. Many of these include testing new drugs to help some symptoms or maybe cure the affliction. One such drug Remus had to take when we were all twenty years old was a pain medication for after the full moon. To test it fully, Remus suggested we'd do something he'd normally not be able to do. We decided to hang out at Peter's flat. Remus was zoned out for the entire visit and when we all headed home, Remus stopped at the top of the stairs, crying because he was so unstable and dizzy that if he tried to go down, he might fall. Peter ended up declaring that Remus couldn't be left alone in case he'd hurt himself and he spent the next three days at Peter's place as we all wrote very angry letters to the researchers about their stupid medication. As far as we know, other werewolves had the same side effects and it was considered a failure. "Just lie down for awhile, Lily."

Lily heaved a sigh and Sirius and I led her upstairs to lie down on our bed. We returned downstairs and continued to grill Remus on Norway and his job until we heard Marguerite calling, "Hello? Anyone home? James? Lily? Sirius?"

I stepped over to the fireplace and greeted her, "Hello, Marguerite."

"Is Sirius there? Can I talk to him?"

"Sure." Nodding, I indicated Marguerite's head in the fire and he walked over to speak with her.

"Hi, Marguerite."

"Hey, Sirius. I need to know if you're busy tonight."

"Don't think so. Why?"

"I need to talk to you. I have something to tell you and we need to discuss it,' she replied seriously with shifty eyes. "Can you come?"

"Well, why don't you just tell me now?"

"Oh, no. This is a sort of 'sit down and have a long discussion' thing. I can't really do it like this." She looked a cross between being nervous and being frightened.

"Are you okay?" Sirius demanded. "Is there a problem?"

"Well, it's not a problem, it could be very good, it really depends on... Oh, never mind. Just can you come or what?"

"It can be good or bad?" Sirius repeated. "What does that mean?"

"Sirius!" Marguerite exclaimed. "I don't want to discuss it now. Don't worry, it's not like I'm calling off the engagement or moving to Tibet or something like that. It's something we'll need to work our wedding around, that's all. Can you hold your curiosity off with that piece of information?"

"I guess I can." He turned to me and said in a little kid voice, "Daddy, can I go play?"

"I don't know," I answered in a deep voice, "have you finished all your vegetables?"

"Yes."

"Well, we'll have to ask your mother." I turned to Remus, "Mother, can Sirius go and play?"

With an affected woman's voice, he answered, "Will he be home for his bed time?"

"I'll be home for bedtime!" Sirius answered.

"And a bedtime story too!" Marguerite added with a little kid voice of her own. We all started laughing.

"Yeah," I replied in my usual voice, "go. I'll be here so Lily'll be okay."

"Great," Sirius said in his normal tone, "How's nine o'clock sound?"

"Fine. I'll be here. See you then!" There was a whoosh and she was gone. Sirius headed back to the table, muttering, "If it's something about dress robes or who to invite, I'm going to be upset."

"Welcome to married life, Sirius," I responded.

"I'm not even married yet."

"Oh, don't listen to James," Remus commented, "he was henpecked long before he was married."

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Watch it! Do you want me to bring up Narcissa?"

"Yuck, no. And how many times do I have to tell you, I know that it was bad relationship to get into. Why do you keep reminding me?" Remus moaned.

"Because it was the one and only time you royally messed up. What were you thinking?" Sirius demanded.

"She was a looker. She was available after Lucius dumped her. I was lonely."

"She smoked."

"I didn't know that until I started dating her. And I certainly didn't realize her ulterior motives. Using me to make Lucius jealous, honestly."

"It worked," I answered. "You should have seen him at Christmas. Wore a permanent scowl, kept trying to show off for Narcissa. That was the best part of you dating Narcissa, watching Lucius squirm."

"She didn't even like me."

"But it certainly made an impression on him. Lucius followed her beck and call after that little episode. Narcissa got some power over the Malfoy household after that."

"I keep forgetting that your family is in that circle," Sirius replied, astonished. "You're on the inside."

"I was. Not anymore," I answered. "Oh, Lucius and Narcissa had a baby recently. February, I think. Draco is its name."

"As in the constellation?" Sirius asked.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Remus wondered.

"Boy. He's a carbon copy of his parents, it's creepy. He had a huge photo in the birth announcements in the Prophet. Took up a fourth of the page."

"That's a little ego-centric," Remus responded. "Although, those two aren't known for their modesty. Anyway, I was wondering, Sirius, where does Marguerite live anyway?"

"Oh, in London. In one of those semi-detached houses on Ivy Street."

"Where's Ivy Street?" Peter asked, leaning forward.

"Um... let me think. It's not in the middle of the city of London, it's on the outskirts, you know. About five miles or so to the north."

"Oh, that's pretty close," Remus replied. "What's nearby?"

"A grocery store, I think. Yeah, a grocery store about a block away."

"Anything else?" Peter asked.

"Well, St. Mungo's is about eight miles in the opposite direction of the grocery store. I've never really asked."

"What's her house number, for curiosity's sake?" Remus wondered.

"3542 Ivy Street."

"Well," Peter announced, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "I have to go. It's getting late."

"Wait!" Remus said, "I have to show you my new Apparation license. It's awful looking. Let me get it."

"I'll wait," Peter agreed. Remus left the room and re-entered with his wallet. He filed through it. He stopped, gave it a strange look, and flipped through it again.

"That's weird. I usually put it there." He checked through another section of the wallet. "Not there." He checked another section, shaking his head. "It has to be in here!"

"Maybe it's in your pocket," Sirius suggested.

"I'd feel it if it was in my pocket, Sirius!" Regardless, he checked his pockets anyway. Nothing.

"When's the last time you've used it?" I asked.

"I showed it at customs." He blinked. "Did I get it back?" He straightened up and looked lost. "The woman didn't give my license back. I lost it at customs!" He swore loudly, making all jump. "James, can I use your fire to call my mother? I have to get my license back or I can't get back to Norway."

"Sure," I answered.

"Make sure you use the Floo," Sirius added, "the first question they'll ask is how you got there and if you say you Apparated, you're dead."

"Yeah, good point. Thanks." Remus threw the Communication Powder into the fire angrily. "This is such a mess!"

Remus spoke briefly to his mother, explaining what had happened, and then he threw in the Floo Powder and zoomed away. We all looked at each other in sympathy. Sighing, Peter said he'd see us again soon and Apparated.

*** ***

After cleaning up an hour later, we sat around, lamenting Remus' bad luck. At seven o'clock, we decided to play chess.

"I need my pieces," Sirius said. "I'm not using Lily's. They hate me."

"They don't hate you," I replied.

"No, they despise me. Mine are upstairs, I'll get them. Get yours out."

Sirius was only up for a matter of a few minutes when I finished setting up my pieces on my board and he came down without his pieces.

"Lily needs to see you," he said quickly, going towards the door. When I didn't react or move, he added sharply, "Now." He gave me a significant look.

Lily was in labor.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes: Oh, Peter and Remus footage! It was really hard to write Peter in this scene because I know he's evil but James doesn't so I know what Peter's thinking in all of his lines. It took me forever to figure out where Remus should live. I realized that most of the countries I was looking at were under the Iron Curtain of this time and I didn't want him shot at by Communists. So, that left me with three countries. I liked Norway so there he is. Many of the stories were planned chapters in advanced. Peter and Remus' love lives stories were supposed to be in the chapter when James was all sick but it didn't fit. The term "the violist" is something a friend of mine called his girlfriend. He never referred to her by name. I thought it was a weird thing to call someone so I decided to use it here. The real "violist" did not inspire Blithe; they have nothing in common besides playing the viola. My friend and Peter have nothing in common either. If I tell you any more about the writing of this chapter, I'll ruin the future chapters because although it doesn't look it, this chapter is very important for future chapters. On to the birth of Harry! Please review! I love reviews and I love flames! I read them all and I write back! Leave your e-mail address so I can write back! Press the button or e-mail at destinyplot@lycos.com! See ya later!