Good Morning! I don't own Harry Potter blah blah blah – On with the show. (I'm going to Jet on Friday in case anyone wanted to know). I'm in religion right now. So much for family life.

KystalK8 thanks! You make me feel so special. Sorry, I hate cliff-hangers too but I feel really smart when I put them in.

Here we go:

Chapter 2: The Proposal

"And that, Harry, is why you are here."

Harry motioned for Dumbledore to continue as he took a sip from his goblet.

"We need you to create an heir." All of the water in Harry's mouth came rushing out his nose.

"You've got to be kidding me." Harry shouted in disbelief.

"You're can't be serious." Rose added shocked.

Dumbledore only smiled. "I am completely serious, Miss Ruby. The only way to bring peace in both of our worlds is to enforce a truce. Who better than the hero of the Wizarding World and the quintessential muggle; your son will be the Half-Blood prince."

"Are you mad? People just don't have babies." Harry protested.

"They do if they're married." McGonagall added, offhandedly.

"MARRIAGE!" Both Harry and Rose shouted angrily.

Dumbledore only smiled, Rose and Harry had different ideas. "I'm sorry, Mr Dumbledore, but this is far from what I imagined when I asked if I could help." Rose said concernedly.

"I would have though that you would both be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for our cause." Dumbledore said emotionlessly, not realising the changes these two lives face under his plan.

"Dumbledore you know very well that I would do anything for the Order, but-"

Dumbledore cut Harry off "But what, Mr Potter?" He asked superiorly, beginning to put on his headmaster voice. Harry sunk back into his chair, grumbling. Dumbledore had him now.

"Since the death of your godfather, five years ago, you have vowed to do what was right to overpower darkness in our community. All I am doing is giving you the opportunity to a doorway." Harry looked away; knowing he had lost this battle.

"This child would be tremendously powerful; after all, he would be your son." He added, smiling proudly at the boy he had guided to manhood.

Dumbledore now turned to Rose, and looked at her expectantly. Crossing her arms she began: "No! You can't be serious. I'm not even twenty! And...and...what about..." she stopped turned beet red, only to be saved by Professor McGonagall. "A potion, dear,"

Sighing, Rose composed herself. "Suppose... Suppose I said yes..." she trailed off, before shaking her head. "What would this involve?" she asked quietly.

"You would be married," thought they were both staring at their twiddling thumbs, Harry and Rose simultaneously, looked at each other sideward. Noticing this, Dumbledore smiled before continued. "Visibly, of course; publicised in both of our worlds; Miss Ruby would take the potion, most likely to be prepared by Severus, and the, we shall say, is history." He concluded; his eyes twinkling in a manner that made Harry huff.

"Immediately? Wouldn't that be really obvious?" Harry now asked.

"No... say a month? Get to know each other; you know," Harry could swear that he saw Dumbledore smirk.

"Hang on, what if we end up hating each other? What then?" Harry questioned.

"You won't." Dumbledore said simply.

OK, crap chapter to the max. Sorry. I was just exited about my ingenious invention of a half blood prince that all my writing skill ran away. AND I'M SEEING JET ON FRIDAY. That might have sort of affected this chapter. That wasn't a cliff hanger was it? Not really. If so, write me a poem. Please review or I'll forget to be nice.

Oh, BIG HELLO to Elizabeth Ryan the first, who lives in Kelsey's fridge.

Cheerio,

Lucy