Authors Note: Okay, my spelling check doesn't seem to be working as I'm getting many comments on the bad spelling of mine. Heh. So if anyone would like to be my betta, I would greatly appreciate. Now I just hope I can type this one with not too many spelling errors; but if there is, please try to ignore it. I'm trying my best. Thanks.

Harry was cradled in Erie's arms. They were watching the Wizard of Oz, commenting on little things here and there. They were waiting for Striff to come home with the groceries. Erie's fiancee was complaining again on how a boy his age should be eating more than his regular portions of the usual fast food burger; especially in his currant state. They had only just run out of half of the food. They didn't understand why she got all worked up. Plus half of it was going to go to waist now that they only had a week left before they went to Hogwarts.

It was the first week of August and Dumbledor had requested Harry's return to Hogwarts on the tenth. Harry refused at first, but then the two other fathers and Carry (Erie's fiancee) were joining him. They were to stay with him until the babies were born. More would be decided after the babies were born. They had until December 23rd.

Erie shifted almost causing them both to topple off the couch. They both laughed out loud causing Carry to stir in her sleep. They both looked over at her. She was curled up on the lazy boy with a silver and green quilt wrapped around her. The guys found it amazing that she could be comfterble like that when it was 88 degrees and humid air from all the rain they had been having. Harry had been disappointed when he found out that Erie was getting married. He didn't even know that he had had a girlfriend the whole time they were lovers. He had assumed that Erie was flat out gay. He was always checking out guys when they were together in public. He never once looked at a female. But when Harry did find out that he was to be married and why, he quickly accepted the fact that Carry and Erie were soulmates and it was to be just him and Striff from then on.

"Erie…?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you really want to stay with me and Stiff at Hogwarts?"

Erie looked down at his ex-lover with a confused and concerned face.

"Do you want me to come?"

"What? Of course! It's just…. Well you and Carry should be planning your wedding and such… and I don't want to be a burden…."

"Harold James Potter! I never want you to call yourself a burden again!"

Harry shrank back a bit while sitting up and hung his head.

"Sorry… it's just, I love you both and I don't want these babies and me to get in between the love you two share."

"Harry, you could never do that. We both love you. You're very important to us. And not only because you're carrying the kids that have a 50/50 chance of being mine. I loved you more than that a time ago that doesn't mean I love you any less. It's just a different love…"

"Erie. Stop. I love you too. Kay? And thanks."

Erie blinked and blushed.

"Talking to much again?"

"Yeah, but it's okay. I forgive you."

Erie punched Harry's arm lightly before pulling him back into his arms.

"Brat."

Harry grinned and snuggled into the older mans embrace.

"Your welcome Harry."

The six-month pregnant teen only smiled again before going back to watching the old movie.

"Dad?"

Draco had just entered his dad's home office. His hair was damp and a bit matted from his shower that he had taken just a few moments before. His father was bent over the back of his desk looking over some papers. An auto-writer quill was writing furiously away as he muttered to himself.

"Yes?"

" About Potter?"

"What about him?"

" What's going to happen to him and his kids?"

"Don't concern yourself over it Draco. The order will take care of it."

"Just like they did with you and James Potter?"

Lucius turned on his heel. His mouth open to comment with a stern voice. But Draco had already fled his office. Lucius stared at the half open door. His eyes were shining. He leaned against the desk with haunched shoulders. He brought one hand to his head and raked it through his long hair only to bring it down to the side of his face, strands of hair still in his hand, and let the silent tears.

AN: I know, it's realy short. But I got a realy bad case of Writers block... Okay... well anyway. Thanks to my reviewers! I realy appreciate your comments. :D thank you. Please R&R. Bye!