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A/N: Ok this goes a little sideways from the plot, but we wanted to pull in and introduce our other favorite couple during this time! Plus it's just funny. J RW/HG

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After spending the afternoon in quiet companionship, Harry and Severus joined James and Lily along with the rest of the staff for dinner. Harry felt much more in balance and able to deal with this sudden and unexpected fulfilling of all his childhood dreams. He was now looking forward to seeing them and getting a chance to create his own memories of his parents.

When they walked into the Great Hall, Minerva and Hooch started in with their usual teasing of the two since they had missed lunch. Harry could only smile wryly at the normality of the scene, since missing meals always made them a prime target for the two professor's twisted sense of humor. Lily, appalled at the ribbing directed at her son, watched as Albus only smiled at the other professors and then gestured to the house elves to serve supper.

Just then the Great Hall's doors came crashing open and a petite figure stormed through.

"Harry James Potter-Snape!!" The target of Hermione Weasley's rampage was caught in mid-swallow and choked in his juice. After getting his coughing under control, Harry croaked out, "Hi 'Mione,"

"Don't you 'hi Mione me!" the brunette advanced on Harry eyes narrowed dangerously. "What in hell were you thinking?!"

"Thinking?" Harry parroted, eyes and face confused.

"Do you have any idea what time Ron got home last night?" Comprehension dawning on Harry, he quickly got up and tried to edge away towards the side door. James watched in fascination as his son, who was a rather intimidating looking young man, was cowed and cornered by the petite woman.

Seeing his way cut off by Minerva, who looked like she was enjoying herself way too much to Harry's thinking, he tried to turn Hermione's attention. "You know Herm, you sound an awful lot like Molly when you scream like that"

If it was at all possible, Hermione got even redder. "Speaking of Molly, you better be expecting a howler after what you did!"

"Um, 'Mione, what exactly did I do?" Harry timidly asked.

"What did you do?!" Screeched Hermione. "Ron and I were supposed to be having dinner with Molly and Arthur along with my parents last night to make an important announcement as you very well know!! And Ron never showed up thanks to you!!" Harry winced as he recalled exactly why Ron did not attend the dinner as planned.

**Flashback** The previous afternoon

"Harry?" a voice came through the fireplace. Turning from his lesson plans, Harry saw a red-haired man through the flames.

"Ron! What's up mate?"

"Are you busy? I really need to talk to you!"

Seeing the tension and desperation in his best friend's face, Harry invited, "Sure come on through"

A moment later, Ron stepped out of the fireplace. "How do you do that?" Harry asked, noticing the graceful and soot-free way his best friend came out of the floo.

"Not everyone is as klutzy and hopeless as you are!" the large red head teased.

"So what did you need to talk about?"

"It's just 'Mione is so excited about this baby and it's all she talks about, and I just...." Ron trailed off, not knowing how to explain how he was feeling.

Harry looked at his friend in confusion. "Of course she's excited. Aren't you? You were on cloud nine just a few days ago when you all found out".

"No, I am! Just....scared to death." Ron collapsed onto the armchair across from his friend. "Harry, I don't know how to be a father! I still feel like a kid at times,".

"Ron, you're going to be great! Nobody knows how to be a dad. You just are! All you can do is love them and protect them, and just let everything else take care of itself." Ron smiled faintly, heart lightened slightly by Harry's words, but the lead ball of terror was still lodged in his stomach.

"Now as your best friend and the future godfather, it is my job to lighten the load. So! We need to distract you from thinking too much. Especially before you hurt yourself!" With that Harry reached into the cabinet by the fireplace and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey.

A couple hours later, Severus walked into his living quarters and found two very tipsy Gryffindors. Harry and Ron were in the process of pulling out two brooms, with the insane idea of playing an impromptu game of Quidditch.

"Hello luv!" Harry slurred. Severus just lifted an eyebrow and accepted Harry's rather sloppy kiss.

"Been celebrating the appalling idea of another generation of Weasleys?"

"Hey!" Ron objected, even more unsteady on his feet than Harry. "We were celebrating another generation of tormenting you, you greasy git." The insult lacked the heat of past years, as the respect that existed between the potion master and his former student was a well-known fact. Severus could only shake his head as the two younger wizards went out the door towards the pitch.

**END FLASHBACK**

Just then the doors of the Great Hall flung open once more and this time Ron ran in full speed.

"Harry!" He panted. 'Mione's on her way and she's on a rampage. Better take...." suddenly he realized his wife was turning to face him and if looks could kill, his child would have grown up without a father.

James, now vastly amused at the scene unfolding, tried to rescue his son and the redhead from being eaten alive by the spitfire in front of the table.

"You must be Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Harry has told us alot about you."

"Actually, its Hermione Weasley," Ron corrected, turning to the stranger at the table.

Hermione glared and said, "It might not be for much longer." Ron gulped and then grinned sheepishly at her.

Hermione's eyes suddenly popped wide open as she turned back to the staff table. "Wait a minute, you look just like...."

"'Mione, Ron, these are my parents. James and Lily Potter" Harry interrupted.

"But you're dead." Ron said stupidly.

Lily smiled. "So people keep saying. But enough of the morbid, I hear your brothers are champion pranksters. I can't wait to meet them. We need to compare notes."

Harry looked at his mother in shock. "I always got the impression that you didn't participate in the Marauders antics."

James laughed uproariously. "Whoever told you that? She's the brain behind all the plans of the marauders."

"Really? so what is your anima....." Harry was cut off by James.

"Of course, who told you she wasn't a member?!"

Harry realized his mistake as no one supposedly knew of their animagus forms. "Well she's not on the map."

Lily smiled. "Well that was the one thing they did without me."

Hermione laughed mischievously. "Well Fred and George will go nuts when they realize the Marauders are here in the flesh. They don't even know Siri and Remus are Padfoot and Moony yet."

James asked, "Where are they anyway? They are obviously still alive."

A huge clatter suddenly came from the corridor outside the Great Hall. Hearing the barking and snarling of Filtch, Severus groaned, "Speak of the devils."

Just then, a large black, grim like dog came bounding into the Hall. Running full out for Harry, who had come around the table during the previous conversation, the dog known as "Snuffles" or Padfoot, barreled his godson over.

"Siri, get off of me!! Why do you always insist on that greeting?" Harry groaned. The huge dog got off and then a middle-aged man stood in its place.

"Because it irritates you, and even better than that, it irritates that husband of yours." Sirius reached out a hand and helped Harry to his feet. "Moony is on his way, should be here in a few minutes," Then turning to the Weasley's Black swept Hermione into his arms and swung her around. "And I hear congratulations are in order. 'Mione my girl, you look radiant." Hermione blushed and gave Sirius a hug.

"Siri, you better watch it. Last time you did that to me, I threw up all over you." Lily came around the staff table, smiling widely at the dark-haired man.

In the middle of putting Hermione gently down, Sirius froze as a voice from the past reached his ears. A voice that haunted his dreams and his nightmares. A voice he thought he would never hear again. Turning slowly around, he was confronted with the sight of his two childhood friends, looking the same as they had when they had died, leaving him behind.

"Prongs, Lily?" a voice from the doorway choked out in astonishment. Remus Lupin pale and shaking came into the room.

"Hey Moony." James was knocked back as Sirius grabbed him in a hug. "Uh, Padfoot, air would be good about now," James gasped.

"How?" Asked Sirius, finally letting James go, only to repeat the bone-crushing hug with Lily. After Sirius and Remus gained back their composure, Lily answered his question.

"We used the Chaos Mirror. You remember Siri? The one we found the day before Harry's birthday?" Sirius mentally slapped himself on the head. He had forgotten about that discovery. After the Potter's death and his subsequent imprisonment, it had ceased to be important. "That's right, you were gone for a week. Remus and I watched Harry for you." He looked over at Harry and said mischievously, "You were much cuter then."

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, insulted. "I'll have you know Sev thinks I am cute now too."

Sirius snorted, about to make a smart comment back, when he noticed how uncomfortable Lily looked and how furious James looked over the mention of Snape.

"Yes," Lily answered but then turned to her son. "So why did Ron miss the important dinner last night? I am assuming it was to announce the upcoming grandchild?" Harry and Ron immediately groaned and backed quickly away from the third member of the Trio. They had both been hoping that the elder Potters presence would distract Hermione from ripping them up one side and down the other.

Hermione just glared at her husband and best friend. I'll deal with you later was written all over that look.

Recognizing that crisis was over, Harry turned his attention back to the scene in front of him. His parents and their two closest friends were gathered together and talking quietly. Harry had never seen Sirius and Remus so happy before.