Author's Note: Congrats you guys! I got the 5 reviews I asked for. THANK YOU! School sucks as usual, but I'm trying to update as much as possible! Okay, maybe the last chapter was a little sex crazy, but this chapter is less funny...or not? Well I'm sorry to say that this is the LAST chapter. But I am writing a new story called "The Memory of a Marauder" Look for it in about a week. I guarantee that if you liked this story you'll like the other one as well. Anyways continue...

Chapter 8: The Birth of Baby Sirius awwww

Harry was prancing back and forth back and forth back and forth back and forth back and forth back and forth back and forth back and forth back and forth...(U get the point!)

Waiting for the arrival of his second son.

Ron was eating Cheeto Puffs and licking the orange residue off his fingers while he watched Harry wander around in circles. (I'm actually eating Cheeto Puffs as I type!)

"Chin up mate!" Ron suggested. "She'll be done in a minute, and Madam Pomfrey will let you in."

No sooner had Ron spoken, than they both heard baby cries from inside the hospital wing. Harry rushed inside.

Hermione was proudly holding a little bundle of love and joy, for Harry to see. "Look Harry, isn't he precious?"

Harry bent over to get a closer look. "Aw, Herm...he's so adorable. Hello my little Sirius."

Sirius made an adorable yawn, and cuddled closer into Hermione.

Harry kissed Hermione's forehead and smiled. "Thank you," he whispered.

Later into the night when Hermione had fed baby Sirius and his two older siblings had already come to see him; she fell asleep.

She wondered if she were to have another dream...

Hermione had a normal Lupin-free dream, and her dream was harmless. It seemed as if the presence of baby Sirius had been causing all the dreams. (You guessed right 'Desolation Lily')

And she never had another dream as strange as those before ever again.

But someone else will have strange perverted dreams of Lupin in a black Speedo....

Author of this stupid story: Guess who's dream this is (guess now!), and if you guess right give yourself a hug!

(Somewhere in Scotland...)

JK Rowling jumps up in her bed after having a strange senseless stupid perverted dream.

"What's wrong, love?" Her husband asked as he woke up beside her.

"Oh nothing Neil, I think it's the baby."