Disclaimer: Lookee! Jo's letting me take them for more walkies! xd
A/N: Well, I said there might be a sequel. This is going to be completely about Blue. If you haven't read "Dark Days Ahead" (its the prequel to this fic), then this probably won't make sense to you...Maybe it will, in some twisted way...Anywho. Beware...You'll see some of my favorite het pairings, such as RW/HG and LL/NL ((I see you making fun of me! Don't think I don't! ::stares paranoid at the computer screen::)) Well...Enjoy what i have so far! nn More to come in Blue's POV.
"What in the name of Merlin is that, Potter?" a rather familiar sneering voice growled somewhere behind the three friends.
"It's called a baby, Malfoy. I know the inbreeding in 'pure-blooded' wizarding families was getting bad...But really, Malfoy..." Harry smirked, turning to face his former tormentor. (Former only because Harry had decided to not to be bothered by the annoying little git anymore.)
The blonde boy looked far more than a bit flustered, turning sharply on his toes and marching into the growing crowd. Said crowd was occasionally murmuring about the famous Harry Potter and the baby he'd taken to carrying around. What kind of situation had Harry gotten into that he had to take care of a baby?
Was it his? Well that was definitely the question on everyone's tongue. If asked, Ron and Hermione would only shrug and smile as if the questioner had asked something amazingly humorous. And, for the first few weeks at least, no one, save Luna, was brave enough to ask Harry himself.
It was on the train, soon after Luna and Neville had entered the compartment shyly holding hands, that Luna had asked. Ron and Hermione hadn't said anything, merely giving that smile that told little about the situation earlier that summer.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Luna had asked, eyeing the child with a grin.
Harry returned the grin, cuddling the sleeping babe closer. "There isn't one."
Luna, being Luna, was naturally quite curious, but had decided to come up with her own theories about why there was a baby and no mother. Keeping her theories mostly to herself, she'd gladly share them later at the Sorting feast later in the day, continually eyeing the light haired child.
It wasn't long after the Sorting feast that Harry had followed his class up the stairs, murmuring softly to Professor McGonagall. Plans had been worked out for Harry to care for the child during the school year, including a separate room for them and a sitter during classes.
It had been quite a time only half explaining to his classmates about the child, smirking and rolling his eyes at their various theories. Thankfully, he didn't have to endure the truth, that this was actually 'Professor Remus J. Lupin'. Instead, Harry had taken to calling the baby Blue.
Ron had been the first to ask, looking more than a little confused. "Blue...? Is he sad or something?"
"Blue Mooooon....eeeee..." Harry had crooned, to the delight of Hermione and Ginny, who were sitting nearby.
"I'm still lost, mate," Ron grumbled, wrinkling his freckled nose.
"A Blue Moon is when there are two full moons in one month," Hermione said with an expert tone.
Ron took the moment to look completely blank.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry explained, "When I killed the wolf, there was technically a Moony and a Remus in the room. Remus was sort of nicknamed Moony, considering he was both Moony and Remus. Therefore, there were two Moonys. Two Moonys..." Green eyes sparkled, Harry looking rather pleased with himself.
Ron sighed and rubbing his eyes, "You put way too much thought into that, mate."
