Chapter 7:

"Where's my lesson book? I can teach without my—" Remus tossed his wife her book "—lesson book. Thank you."

"And I thought you weren't going to be so stressed this year." He carefully ducked a pillow thrown by Harmony. "It probably isn't good for you or the twins."

"I know. Just, don't add anymore stress."

"Me? I, your loving husband, add stress into you life?"

"Well, let's see—you are the reason I'm carrying two children."

"It takes two to tango, love." Ducked another pillow. "Aww, Mony, what's with throwing things at me?" Silence. "Are you now giving me the silent treatment?" More silence. "Good Merlin!" Remus stalked out of the room and into Sirius'.

"It's starting," he sighed, flopping down on the bed. Sirius gave him a look. "Harmony's starting to go insane. She won't listen to reason anymore!"

"We knew it was bound to happen. Lily became like that with Harry. Is Harmony talking to you at least?"

"No. I was telling her not to be so stressed and she went off on me. And then she stopped talking."

"You want me to go and talk with her? She's never really threatened me with death, like Lily did," Sirius said, in an effort to help out his friends.

Remus looked at him with big eyes. "Could you? I would really appreciate it." Sirius nodded and left for the Lupins' bedroom.

He cautiously knocked on the door and a smiling Harmony answered the door. And so the mood swings begin, Sirius thought. "Hello, can I come in for a minute?" he asked sweetly.

"Certainly!" Harmony said, practically bouncing up and down. She allowed him in and continued packing. "So what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Can't a guy just come down and check out how his friend is doing?"

"Oh, of course! And I'm doing fine," Harmony said. "Thanks for caring about me. It is so sweet!" She continued to fold more robes up. "Pretty soon I will need new robes, ones that can expand."

"Are you excited?"

"What woman wouldn't be? Giving birth to the children of my beloved husband? Of course I'm happy."

Hmm, she seems to be in a better mood. Maybe I could bring Remus back in here? "Um, where is Remus, anyway?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Oh, I threw him out a few minutes ago," she said, bright and breezy. "He was being absolutely annoying and I needed him to get out before I went completely insane."

I think you're already there. "Do you know where he went?"

"No. And I don't care. Now I can pack in peace and quiet without him hounding me."

"He only cares. After all, you are his wife and are carrying his children."

"Hmm."

"So, if I see him, what should I tell him?"

"Tell him I love him and I'll see him at dinner. Now GET OUT!" Harmony whirled around and pointed to the door.

Sirius wisely ran for the door and down the hall, not stopping until he reached his own bedroom. Holy mother of all mood swings! He looked at Remus, who was staring up at him with big eyes. "I wouldn't mess with her right now, mate. And she still loves you, but doesn't want to see you until dinner. Hate to say this, but its Lily all over again, man." Sirius patted Remus on the back.

"I can't believe that Remus and Harmony are having twins, isn't that amazing?" Hermione squealed in the (presumed) safety of the boys' room.

"What have I told everyone in this house about squealing!"

"Shut it, Severus."

"Thank you, Kiki!" Harry called out. "Anyway, yeah, it is something. Can you imagine two little Lupins running around Hogwarts?"

"Personally, I don't want to think about it," Ron said. "Cause imaging your professors doing—well, doing what it takes to become pregnant—is very unnerving."

"Ron!" Hermione chided and then sighed. "I think it's wonderful. Professor Lupin is such a wonderful man—he deserves love, happiness and a family."

"Still fancy him, Hermione?" Ginny raised her eyebrows. "He IS a married man. And an expectant father."

Hermione blushed a shade of red deeper than the Weasleys' hair color as her two male friends fell off the bed laughing. "Yeah, well, you had a crush on Lockhart!"

"So did you!"

"Yeah, well…um…okay, I don't know!"

The other three stared at Hermione in shock. "Did Hermione just the words 'I', 'don't' and 'know' right after each other?" Harry asked, numbly. "Hermione doesn't know something? I'm in shock."

"Me, too. Way to go, Ginny!" Ron clapped his sister on the book, causing her to topple into Harry's waiting arms. "Oops, sorry, Gin."

Hermione stood there fuming and at long last decided on a good course of action. She swiped Harry's pillow off his bed and in one movement, whacked her boyfriend with it.

A few days later, Harmony was sitting in front of a roaring fire in her chambers in Hogwarts. She had a cup of tea in one hand, an apple in the other and she was cradling a book on her lap. She smiled as it listed ways to overcome the emotional periods associated with the swinging hormones of pregnancy. She figured Dumbledore must've taken care of that already—she didn't have any classes that were before ten o'clock in the morning, nor did she have any classes that would give her any trouble. Say, seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins. They were each paired with Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, respectively this year.

She heard whining and scratching coming from one of the smaller antechambers and quickly went up to open the door slightly. Harmony resumed her previous activity as a grayish-brown wolf emerged from the room. He trotted over to her and started to poke at her half eaten apple. "Hey, get your own, furball," she muttered, bringing the apple closer.

The wolf tilted his head and then poked her stomach with his snout. Realization dawned on Harmony. "Oh. You want me to finish the apple because of the twins, don't you?" The wolf seemed to smile and nod. "Already the protective father, aren't you, Moony?" she asked, starting to scratch her husband-turned-temporary-wolf behind the ear. Moony, in turn, curled up next to her and wagged his tail enthusiastically.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had had a joyous reunion with Neville and Luna on the Hogwarts Express. Luna looked a bit more tan than when they last saw her at Harry's party. "Daddy and I went in search of les Poissons géants de la mer," Luna explained.

"Giant fish of the sea?" Hermione translated. "Well, that doesn't sound too weird."

"No, Daddy's featured them in the Quibbler before. They really are a friendly race. I think I have picture somewhere of my swimming with them when I was about ten years old…" Luna started to rummage through her bag. "They are also quite a delight to hold a conversation with as well."

The other five rolled their eyes when Luna was deep in her bag. Oh yeah, this was the Luna they all knew for two years. After Luna passed around the picture, they fell into the comfortable discussions the six normally shared.

Soon everyone arrived at Hogwarts and the Sorting began. Harry clapped as each new Gryffindor joined the table. Some of the new first years that had either siblings in the school or knew of Voldemort had already recognized him. Dumbledore stood up and announced that Harmony and Remus would now be sharing the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Professor Anderson will still be referred to as that so as not to confuse anybody," Dumbledore said. "And I would ask that none of her classes put too much stress on her right now." The old man turned towards the witch as if to ask her permission to explain why. She and Remus shrugged and Harmony waved her hand to signify that Dumbledore had the permission. He nodded and turned back to the school.

"The reason I ask that no student be allowed to place undue stress on Professor Anderson is the fact that she is pregnant with twins." With this simple statement, the Great Hall burst into applause from all second years up. (Except for Slytherins. After all, they don't like Gryffindors and this professor used to be a Gryffindor). Harmony smiled as she saw many of the girls whispering and smiling the smiles only girls thinking about babies can smile.

Remus leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear. "This is going to be an interesting year."

"Yes it is," Harmony said. "Especially if Dumbledore keeps denying me food like this."

Dumbledore chuckled and with a wave of his hand, the feast was started.

A/N: This one's slightly shorter than the others only because I don't want to post the part after this just yet. Anyway, I hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day, or as my friend calls it, the Hallmark Holiday. Thanks to all my reviewers:

Sarahamanda: My friend squealed in joy when she read that I was putting Oliver into the order. And this year will be exciting…I hope.

yeah whatever: I'm not sure where you got the impression I only think of you as a form of entertainment. I think I'm supposed to be entertaining you. Oh well. I hope you get out of your unfunny mood, though.

Mac