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(James' POV)

It was an early December morning on the fifth (around 7 AM) and Lily was throwing up in the bathroom before she got up to get to her first class.

Lily had been doing a lot of throwing up for the last month. But it wasn't without reason. Lily is pregnant. And do you know what that makes me?!? A FATHER!!!!! (well, father-to-be, at least). How cool is that? My child is going to be the coolest kid ever. I hope it's a boy so I can teach him to be a real man! But it's cool if it's a girl, too. Anything is awesome right now because I'm gonna be a dad! Yeah I'm really excited.

We found out yesterday. She'd been really dizzy and throwing up and all that stuff, so I took her to see Crappy. Crappy barely took a look at her before announcing, "Aha!"

I was like, "Aha! What?"

Crappy goes, "Aha! Miss Evans is expecting!"

And then Lily goes all freakish and starts screaming. She was like, "Oh my god James I'm gonna have a baby and this is so cool and what am I gonna do with it and wow you have to help me and this is so cool but I'm scared and OH MY EFFIN' GOD!!!"

Yeah. That was yesterday. Sunday afternoon. December 4th. Apparently that night that we were only "getting our freak on" turned out to be that day when Lily got pregnant. The baby is due August 2nd. That's so far away, but I'm still OVERLY EXCITED THAT LILY IS HAVING A BABY!

I feel like I have a lot of duties as a soon-to-be father. I have to make sure Lily eats right, that she doesn't get too stressed out, and you know, all that nice stuff.

Sirius totally flipped when we told him (I mean, all the Maurauders did, but most especially Sirius). He totally confirmed that he was godfather and best man when Lily and I got married.

Speaking of marriage. I have to do that. Sometime. It's on my to-do list.

Back to Lily throwing up in the bathroom.

I got up and went over (like a real dad!) to make sure she was all right. She was just washing her mouth out.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Okay, for just watching last night's dinner come up," she shrugged.

"Yeah? That's good," I said. "Let's go have breakfast."

"Oh dear god, not more food!"

"You need food, Lils. Remember what Crappy said?"

"Yeah, yeah..." she groaned. "I'll eat... Let me get dressed though."

"Take your time," I replied. "Don't want to hurt the baby, do you?"

"Dear Lord, James," she laughed. "It's not like you're carrying the poor thing."

"Well I care about him," I said.

"Whoever said it was a boy?" she asked.

"Oh sorry. Would you prefer I say 'it'?"

"I don't know. Just go get dressed. And you don't get all the time you want. Breakfast is soon."

Peter Pettigrew awoke to the tapping of an owl on his window. He jumped up and brought it in from the cold.

Untying the envelope from its leg and opening the envelope, he read:

Pettigrew,

This is the Dark Lord checking in on our deal. Have you found any information for me so far about James Potter? You had better do it quickly. I need to formulate my plan. Owl back as soon as you have something.

Peter contemplated his answer for a second and bent over to write:

Master,

I have indeed some information that I believe you should find fascinating. Lily Evans is now carrying James's child and is due on August 2nd. Is there any other way I can help you?

Handing this information over to Voldemort was almost automatic now. Death or friends? It was an absurdly easy choice.

Dumbledore sat sipping his glass of orange juice and scanning the Great Hall for miscreants. No, today no detentions would be given out. It seemed that they were all behaving.

He eyed the Hufflepuffs and saw Amelia walk over to Amos and whisper something in his ear.

Amos jumped up and shouted, "Lily's pregnant!?"

It was a little too loud. Most of the Hufflepuff table, if not the Great Hall, heard.

Dumbledore stood up briskly and strode over to the Gryffindor table.

"Miss Evans and Mr. Potter, may I speak with you immediately?"

"Oh, sure…" said Lily. "What about?"

"Just follow me," said Dumbledore. He led them to his office.

"So what's up?" asked James.

"Miss Evans, this might be quite blunt, but are you pregnant?"

"Oh, yes…" confessed Lily. "How exactly did you know?"

"Amelia just told Amos, who shouted it out to the Great Hall."

"I never told Amelia!" exclaimed Lily.

"Well, apparently it got around," said James. "Oh well. You'll show soon anyways."

"I'm not concerned about the school knowing as much as the fact of that prophecy!" explained Dumbledore.

"Oh my god!" Lily put her hand to her mouth. "Could that be us?"

"That, indeed is what I'm afraid of," confirmed Dumbledore. "Let's listen to the prophecy again."

He pulled out his Pensieve and stirred the silver liquid.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies....and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

"But the baby is due August 2nd," said James.

"You're completely clueless," sighed Lily. "That doesn't mean it'll be born exactly on that day. The end of July is close enough."

"She's right, James," said Dumbledore.

"But have we defeated Voldemort three times?" asked James.

"No, and that's the part that confuses me," said Dumbledore. "Maybe you're going to in the months before July?"

"Maybe…" said Lily.

"But how is Voldemort going to mark the baby?" asked James. "And I don't want the baby to die, either!"

"James, James, you know just about as much as I do… We'll have to figure out a plan to keep you safe. I think I've got one. An old kind of magic. Meet me after lunch during your break here. Bring the rest of the Maurauders."

"Sure," said Lily.

"Now hurry along," said Dumbledore. "Don't be late for your first class."

(Lily's POV)

After lunch, we gathered up the Maurauders and headed off to Dumbledore's office, explaining the prophecy and what we thought. By the time we got there, we were all wondering what Dumbledore's plan was.

"Well!" said Dumbledore. "Have a seat and we can figure this one out."

"Sir, we already told them what we think about the prophecy," I said. "Now what's your plan?"

"Well, as I said, this is an old piece of magic, hardly ever used anymore. I don't understand why, since it is very useful. It's called the Fidelius charm."

"How does it work?" asked Sirius, on the edge of his chair with anticipation. It was cute how concerned he was for us.

"Well, the charm works in the way that there is a Secret and a Secret-Keeper. The Secret can be a location, a person, anything that needs to be kept secret. Now the Secret-Keeper holds the Secret inside of him. As long as the Secret-Keeper doesn't tell anyone, the Secret is kept safe."

"Aha," said James. "So if the Secret-Keeper decides to spill, anyone can find out the Secret?"

"Correct."

"Are you saying that one of us should keep it a secret where James and I are so Voldemort will never find us?" I asked.

"Bingo," said Dumbledore. "I am asking one of you, besides Lily and James, to volunteer for this. It takes courage, real dedication to your friends."

"Why don't we pick someone who Voldemort will never guess is the Secret-Keeper?" asked Kemmy, now getting interested.

"Like Peter!" suggested Sirius.

"No! Like you!" exclaimed James. "Sirius is perfect!"

"No, Voldemort would suspect that because he knows Sirius and you are best friends," I said.

"Exactly," said James. "Voldemort would think that I wouldn't choose Sirius because it would be too easy for him to figure out. He'd think I'd pick someone he wouldn't know. But we'll pick exactly who he thinks I won't pick! Do you follow me?"

"Wait," said Sirius. "So Voldemort knows that I'm your best friend so he knows that you won't pick me because it's too obvious. He'll think you picked Peter or something. But in reality, you did pick me, the obvious one!"

"Clever," said Dumbledore. "Are you sure, Lily and James?"

"Yeah," we said in unison.

"All right then," said Dumbledore. "I'll get the exact information on the charm and get back to right away. You're free to leave."

"Thank you!" we all chorused.

It was going to be a long time until July.