A/N- Now we are really going to start picking up the pace with this fic. It should come to an end sometime soon, hopefully. I am writing an alternate ending so don't despair.

June (1 month later)

"There is too much sitting and waiting for me."

"For the thousandth time Avery, shut up!"

"I still don't understand why we have to trick people to leave their house just so we can get in. I mean- honestly Rosier- couldn't we just bust their door down any old time, kill them, and be gone?" complained Avery, abandoning his crouched position to fully sit on the marble floor.

"That would cause too much of an uproar. And for the last time, get into your ready position! Remember as soon as..."

"As soon as you sit on your bum your brain turns off," Avery finished as he resumed his previous position.

"Although I don't think it really makes a difference in your case," Rosier muttered under his breath.

"What?" snapped Avery.

"Sh! Someone is coming!" Rosier whispered as he raised his wand. "Remember, no skrew ups!"

Avery nodded as the door to the muggle family's house began to open.

"I c-c-can't believe it Vernon!" a woman said excitedly.

"We finally got what we have been waiting for Poppy!" said the man.

"I can't wait to see Lily's face when she finds out! She will be so jealous that we are going to have a child!" the woman sang as she handed her coat off to her husband.

"Do you even want her to be part of our child's life? I mean she is a..." the man's voice trailed off.

"Well I guess mother will tell her. You're right, we should keep out of her life to keep her out of ours," the woman said.

Avery looked over at Rosier. Their eyes met, both sharing the same thought. They weren't at the right house. They were supposed to be at the home of an older muggle couple's home.

"What do we do?" Avery mouthed to Rosier.

Rosier rolled her eyes and vanished with a crack. Avery's mouth formed and 'o' and disapparated out of the house.

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"You idiot!" Rosier screamed as Avery appeared in front of him.

"What? What did I do?" Avery said as he ducked under Rosier's clenched fist.

"What do you mean what? You took us to the wrong house!" Rosier screamed.

"I'll get it right next time," Avery shrugged.

Rosier shook his head. "You're doing this job alone- tonight," he said before disapparating.

Avery groaned as he slumped into the chair behind him. 'Great,' he thought 'just great.'

5 months later (November)

James kissed Lily's stomach lovingly as they sat together on the couch, surrounded by wrapping paper left over from James' 21st birthday party. "So what do you think we are going to have this time, Lils? Boy or a girl?" asked James as he looked into Lily's eyes.

Lily laughed, "James it is too early to tell."

"When can we find out," he asked.

"Not until January or so," Lily answered as she closed her eyes.

"I hope it's a boy," sighed James.

"What makes you say that?" Lily asked, as she stroked his hair.

James shrugged. "I want to teach him to play Quidditch and stuff," he said.

Lily laughed. "A boy would be nice," she mused.

James glanced on the clock on the wall. "I don't know about you, but I'm tired," he sighed.

Lily yawned. "Let's get some sleep," she said as she closed her eyes.

James laughed at her. "I'm sleeping upstairs thank you very much," he said.

"I'm too tired to walk upstairs," Lily said as she looked over at James.

James laughed as he picked her up off of the couch. "I spoil you too much," he sighed as he walked up the stairs with Lily in his arms.

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2 months later (January)

"Look on the bright side Lils, it's going to be a boy," James smiled supportively as they snuggled together on their bed.

Lily had her arms crossed on her chest with tears in her eyes. "I know James, but you heard what else they said," she sighed, her voice wavering.

"A lot of women have trouble during their first few months," James said, holding her tighter.

"I didn't have this trouble with Rose," Lily sighed.

"It's not so bad Lils," he said, running out of things to say.

"They said that I have to spend the next two months in bed James," she said angrily.

James sighed. "It's for the best, and besides, I'll be here with you," he said rubbing her shoulders.

Lily smiled softly. "That might help a bit," she decided.

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2 weeks later

"James, I am going insane!" Lily screamed.

James sighed as he walked into the room with her lunch. "I know," he said as he sat down with her.

"There has got to be an alternative! I have got to get out of this bed!" Lily complained.

James shrugged. "They did say that this was one of the ways that could help, maybe there were more," he said.

Lily pondered this as she ate her bowl of pasta. "I'd give anything to get out of bed at this point in time," she declared.

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"You have to understand that this method only works eighty percent of the time," the Healer informed Lily.

Lily nodded. "I can't stand sitting in bed all day," she pleaded.

The Healer looked at James. "I suggest that you both take some time to consider what you are risking. Not only may it not work to the full effect, it can cause you some difficulties during birth," she said.

"Lily, please, don't do it," James said, looking at her.

"I need to James, I'll die anyway laying in bed all day," she said, exasperatedly.

James sighed. "Fine, fine," he said.

Lily sighed. "James, it will work sweetie. In four and a half months we will have a healthy baby boy," she declared, trying to push away the nagging feeling in her stomach. "Trust me."

James sighed again. "I trust you."

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James couldn't sleep that night. Why had he let Lily take that medication? True, she would be able to walk around as much as she pleased without hurting his unborn son, but he couldn't help but worry about her. What if it didn't work at all and their son died during birth? What if something happened to Lily? He wouldn't be able to take it if something happened to Lily. What if his son lived and Lily....didn't? Would he be able to look at his son every day for the rest of his life? Or would he hate his son for taking away his wife's life?

James rubbed his head as he rolled over in bed. All he could do now was live life and hope for the best. How can you hope for the best when nothing but horrible things has happened to you? James tried to find a last shred of hope, something to hold onto and believe that something in his life could go right. Everything has been going wrong. So many deaths, so many heart breaks, too many tears cried from his and Lily's eyes. Finding hope was near impossible, but he needed to find it somehow. He needed to believe that something can go right.

July 31st

James found himself, again pacing around the waiting room at St. Mungo's at two in the morning, waiting for a Healer to tell him that he could see his son and wife. His son's name was going to be Harry, Harry James. It was the only name that Lily and James could fully agree on together.

James was relieved that this day had finally come. He would finally have a son to take home and spoil. They could have their family back. James had been waiting for this day for what seemed like centuries. Now it was finally here. Now his family would be complete again. He could go home with a son to play with and teach to play Quidditch in the back yard. He would have his wife to sit with and watch their son grow up and cheer him on at his first Quidditch game.

A Healer appeared in the empty hall and smiled at James. He looked at her and took a step forward. "Well?" he asked.

The Healer smiled. "They are both going to be fine!" she said.

James sighed and walked into the hospital room where Lily was laying on a bed, looking exhausted. She smiled weakly at him as James looked over to where the Healers were cleaning off their son.

"Would you like to hold him?" a blonde haired Healer asked James.

James nodded, incapable of speech. His son was wrapped in a blue checkered blanket. James held him in his arms and found him surprisingly light. He moved aside the part of the blanket that was blocking Harry's face from view. "We'll leave you three alone," the Healer said with a sinister smile that James failed to notice.

He gasped as his son's face was revealed. He had his messy black hair and funny shaped ears. James smiled as he saw Harry's bright green eyes which looked exactly like Lily's. James had seen him before, but where?

He was the boy.

The boy that saved Rose in his dream. James stared at his son slightly shocked. Lily was never going to believe this. He walked over to her bedside, still looking down at Harry. "Lily," he said leaning Harry so she could see him, "you were right, that boy was our son. And look, he has your eyes."

James looked up from Harry's face and onto Lily's. Her eyes were closed. James looked at her quizzically; she had been awake just a minute ago. Something was wrong, she wasn't breathing.

A/N- As you can see, things are happening a LOT faster now!!!!! Don't know when I am going to be able to update again so yeah....hope you liked the chapter....hope you liked they cliffy!!!