A/N: Argh, I keep forgotting to tell everyone important things! -rips hair out- There is mention of male pregnancy...SLASH and smut but I think that's all.

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The following day, Harry dressed for a funeral and a party.

His male co-workers insisted upon him coming for moral support and then he would have to attend to his female co-worker's crazy drinking party. He'd change out of the suit in the bathroom at the funeral parlor. Harry tried to tame his hair. No luck as usual.

In the hallway, Susan gestured to him, "Harry, before I forget, tomorrow we're flying over to London to stay with some friends. They wanted to see me and the family." His bright emerald eyes widened drastically and she said reassuringly, touching his arm,"It will be okay. I promise you this. I just want you home before nine so we can pack the rest of our things."

Harry nodded, feeling a little numb, "Alright."

He hugged Katrina goodbye, looking at James playing on the floor happily before leaving. A funny feeling crept over him.

Taking the subway out of the busy side of New York, he got to the Greenever Morgue and sat down in a pew. Harry was only attending this so his friend John Mayor could be supported. Harry said goodbye to a red-eyed John and left, changing into jeans and a looser shirt, traveling to a small music-pounding house. His female co-worker Jackie answered, wearing a skimpy purple top and tight white khakis. She kissed his cheek briefly and led him inside, the party was really getting wild and after a drink, he was bored. It was around seven when his neck prickled.

There was that feeling again. Harry had gotten that feeling before... it was right before he was knocked unconscious...many years ago... Suddenly, Jackie came in, swinging her hips, "Hey love, how's it going?"

He got up quickly, "I have to go...check-"

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, rubbing her hips on him, "Let's go upstairs."

Harry walked away, gently shoving her away, "You're drunk." He grabbed his coat and almost sprinted into the subway station. That feeling was growing and a knot of worry twisting in his stomach. When he got to his apartment, it felt like eyes were watching him. Harry buzzed in, took the elevator up, and ran to the door to see that it was unlocked.

Susan never unlocked the door at seven at night.

No matter what was going on.

He slowly went in and his heart started thudding. The chairs to the kitchen were thrown over the floor; glass shattered on the carpet.

Harry tore his eyes away from the sight and to find Katrina crouched near their bedroom door; she was in her yellow nightdress and extremely white. He scooped her up to his chest and whispered, "Where's your mother?" She pointed quietly at the bedroom door and opened it. Susan sat on the floor, her arm twisted at a strange angle. Harry put his daughter down and moved forward to hold Susan close.

She sobbed hysterically, "James. . .he's dead Harry. . .it was. . .I tried to save him."

He saw the crib tilted to the floor, saw the tiny body on the carpet with his tiny precious head bent away.

"What happened Susan?" She took in a shaky breath and cried some more. "Was it robbers?"

"It's all a trap. . .the Killing Curse. . .they got James. . .the Deatheaters are coming back. . .!"

Harry's mind refused to cooperate with that word, " D-Deatheaters?"

Susan said frantically, "They're coming! You have to go now! Take Katrina and get out by the fire escape. I think it's sturdy enough for the both of you. . .the plane tickets are in my wallet. . .take it and your wand. Go, please, before they get back!"

Her painfully large eyes pleaded with him silently, he whispered breathlessly, "I can't leave you here-"

Susan straightened, wincing, "I can keep them from getting you. Don't risk your life and Katrina's for mine. Go now." Harry kissed her mouth quickly. Everything was mad. All of it. They couldn't have found him. She shoved him away and said shakily, "I love you. Go."

Tears streaming down on his face, he took Katrina and climbed onto the fire escape in the fading evening. Just as they safely made it down onto the granite sidewalk, a bright green light lit the window and Susan's screams were audible over the busy, busy traffic.

Harry's heart stopped a minute and everything grew hazy as he ran with his daughter, out of the cold New York streets, into the airport.