A/N: Sorry for leaving you hanging like that! I am also sorry if this chapter isn't very long. I have been very busy lately. I figure a short chapter soon is better than no chapter whatsoever. So, please don't hate me if it is short. I only have about an hour to spare at the moment. I'll try and make it good though. So, please review.

Also, regarding Sibyl's name, I spelled it wrong in the other one. I just figured that I'd make it Sybll in this one since I'd already used it so many times. I did realize my mistake back in the other story. I just didn't think it completely necessary to change.

Catch My Fall

Chapter 11-Chilling News

"Pregnant," Healer Lupin declared, announcing Lily's test results for the couple to hear.

"Are you sure?" James asked, taking a huge breath and looking over unsurely at his wife.

"Not even three weeks along," Remus' father informed them. "It seems that the morning sickness is usual for this stage in the pregnancy."

"Gee, more to look forward to?" Lily grumbled. "It seems I can't keep anything down."

"It'll pass soon," the other Healer assured Lily. "The first month is almost always the hardest. Your body is changing and you're preparing yourself with the shock of it all. Most mothers feel awkward at first, what with knowing they're going to be carrying around another human being for the next nine months."

"You really do highlight the flattering aspects of expecting," James insisted, seeing Lily's suddenly overwhelmed face.

"Mrs. Potter, it seems that if your pregnancy is a normal pregnancy, your child should be born early August; give or take a couple weeks," Remus' mum provided warmly. She was standing kindly beside Lily, patting her shoulder in a motherly way. Even if Lily barely knew Mrs. Lupin, she was grateful for the gesture.

James nodded at the words and thanked all three of the Healers.

"If that's all, do you mind if we go? We might have some things to discuss," James departed.

"Congratulations," the three Healers called off.

"Thank you," Lily whispered appreciatively.

I'm going to be a Mum! An actual mum? My mum has been gone for years. What if I forget how good she was to me? What if I completely screw this child up? Being pregnant isn't as cracked up as I thought it would be and I'm only three weeks along!

Thoughts were racing through Lily's mind. James had his hand protectively across her shoulder and was steering her towards the exit.

"We need to go see Dumbledore," he reminded her in a quiet voice. Apparently, Lily hadn't been the only one with mixed thoughts on the surprising news.

Lily nodded, shedding a slight smile James' way. He grinned back at her and Disapparated with a crack. Lily did the same.

The two of them landed in the living room of their home, right in front of the entrance to the basement; formally called the Order premises.

James knocked three times on the door, something Dumbledore had insisted on, and saw a piece of parchment slide under the door.

Flagari Eguilmente.

That was the incantation it read. Lily flicked her wand and performed the jinx, feeling the door handle turn as she was complete.

The two of them walked steadily down the stairs, knowing that Dumbledore wasn't merely worried for the sake of Lily's pregnancy. James had a gut feeling that something was happening, something big.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting at a small card table that had been stored in the basement for quite some time. He had magically produced three chairs; one for himself, two for Lily and James. He was seated with his hands together, glossy eyes looking forward. His crooked nose seemed to stand out now for some reason. The expression on his face cast the mood of what would be soon to come.

James knew this was no congratulatory meeting. Something was up, something huge. He had a feeling it might have to do with Katy. Katy had been acting strangely for the entire week, forbidding herself to share the information she had acquired at the last Order meeting. She promised that Dumbledore would speak to them. She had swore that he would be the one to do it, much as it pained her to withhold information from her friends. Remus had grown worried of her. She had been looking rather pale, somehow fearful, and had become extremely jumpy and nervous.

"Please take a seat," Dumbledore welcomed in a kind voice. He smiled at the two of them. "I suppose that Lily is indeed pregnant?"

"Yes," James answered for the two of them. Lily had just nodded her head, still trying to put pieces together.

"Normally, I would be ecstatic for the two of you. Don't take this the wrong way, I know the two of you will be great parents. The timing is just incredibly off. It seems that a lot of families will be expecting this year. The Longbottoms, the Malfoys, the Weasleys. Hogwarts will indeed be full in about eleven or twelve years," the professor explained.

"Is that significant?" Lily questioned anxiously, wanting the worst to be over with.

"Not really," Dumbledore honestly answered. "I must admit that I have been stalling this. As the two of you know, I've always held a soft spot for your class, particularly you two. I am very proud of the Longbottoms, yet this is extremely hard for me to tell the both of you. I've watched you grow with pride and laughter, something rarely shown from my part. If it had been any other family, I don't think it would have been this hard."

"Why does it have to be so hard?" James asked. "Is it bad? Are we in danger?"

"Not necessarily the two of you," Dumbledore corrected. "Lily, when are you due to have the baby?"

"Early August supposedly," Lily replied. "The Healer did say I could be either early or late, depending on how the pregnancy goes. It's too early to tell truthfully."

"I think there is something you should hear," he said, pulling out a stone basin with images floating through the metallic liquid. Lily and James recognized it as a Pensieve.

After hearing the prophecy, Lily and James' reactions were quite like Frank and Alice's had been. Disbelief and fear had seeped into the depths of their thoughts, bringing unwanted memories into action.

"Three times," Dumbledore softly reminded them. "Voldemort has encountered the two of you three times, failing to succeed and kill all three. The most recent was shared with Frank and Alice."

"Frank and Alice?" Lily demanded. "What do they have to do with anything?"

"Everything," Dumbledore explained. "You see, there are two families who apply to that prediction. The Potters and the Longbottoms. They also have persevered against Voldemort's wrath three times. At this point, I can assure you that Voldemort has no idea of this information. I have my sources at the Hog's Head that can tell me that no one overheard Sybll and I."

"I have a question," James spoke up. "That prophecy may be inferring that our child could be the one to vanquish Voldemort?"

"Quite possibly," Dumbledore sighed. "You see, there is no telling which family it could be. All we can do is hope he doesn't know anything about this. You need to act as if nothing is wrong. It is ok to tell people you're pregnant, Lily. There is no harm in that. If he knows nothing, he can't do a thing. As for me, I wish you two the best of luck. I do hope everything turns out for the best."

Lily and James looked over and realized their hands had been intertwined the entire time. They smiled at one another, although the stress was showing. James had a feeling Lily would most likely explode the moment Dumbledore left the house.

"Good night," he called, disappearing with a sweep of his cloak.

The couple made their way up the stairs and into their home.

"Our child, James," Lily repeated. "How could something that is barely even formed have the powers to get rid of him?"

"I don't know," he confessed. "I really don't know, Lily. All I do know is that our lives are going to be different from this moment on. Even if our kid isn't 'the one', we're going to be parents."

"I guess there is nothing to worry about for now," Lily sighed. "Voldemort doesn't know."

"Dumbledore's right," James stated. "We should tell people."

"About the prophecy?" Lily asked. "Or the pregnancy?"

"Well," James reasoned. "Only trustworthy people of the prophecy and everyone about the pregnancy."

"Oh," Lily breathed. "Sirius should be the first we tell. He deserves to know."

"I think we should have everyone over at the same time," James suggested. "That way we'll have a better chance of keeping it all in confidence."

"Hope you're right," she said, leaning over to kiss her husband, the father of her baby. He was the only man she loved at the moment, the only one she knew would always be there. They were in it together.

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"Congratulations Prongs," Sirius cheered, standing up from his chair at the kitchen table and hugging his best friend. He walked over and scooped Lily off the floor. He put her down instantly.

"Oh right, pregnant. Forgot," he said sheepishly, although he was glowing.

James and Lily were relieved he wasn't mad.

"How could I be? I love rug rats," he insisted. "Can't wait for a little James or a little Lily."

Katy rushed over to hug Lily, even if she had known all along. She still knew something the others didn't, but she wouldn't be the one to say it. Lily had a feeling Katy already knew about the prophecy. A glint in her friend's eye assured her of this.

With exchanged of hugs from Remus, Peter, Sirius, and Katy everyone grew silent.

Lily and James were glancing nervously at one another. Lily nodded and James focused his eyes on his friends.

"We have something else," he announced.

"Twins?" Sirius asked, almost bursting his bubble.

"No," Lily assured him. "Something a little disappointing."

"We're trusting all of you to let this information stay in this room and this room alone," James projected, his voice shaky at the thought of betrayal. "There is a prophecy."

Sirius stopped leaning back in his chair to listen better. Peter's ears perked up at the mention of new information. He had started sweating profusely.

"In this prophecy, the prediction was that our child, whatever gender it may be, may possibly be the one to vanquish Voldemort," Lily declared, her voice trembling. It almost made everything official, telling the others.

"How do you know?" Sirius asked attentively.

"Well, in it, the one to strip him of his powers is to be born to those who have thrice defied him," James explained, repeating the words spoken in the Pensieve. "Also, it is to be born at the end of July."

"When you said possibly, does that mean that it might not be your kid?" Remus questioned, looking at his friends fearfully.

"It might be Frank and Alice's child as well," Lily said.

Katy nodded, her face still pale and her eyes still teary. She had kept the information to herself for a whole week and now that everything was said, it felt harshly unreal.

"We'll be here for you guys," Sirius said, standing up.

"The thing is," James mentioned. "Voldemort doesn't know."

Peter's eyes landed on his friend at these words. James had always been a great friend, someone to be admired. Yet, it was always him in the limelight. When would Peter have his chance? He had always wondered this himself. The opportunity seemed almost too good to pass up.

The saying goes, "It's always the quiet ones." Peter Pettigrew had not spoken a word the entire night.

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