"Oh no!" Hermione said, reading the sign.
"That isn't good," Parvati added, running a finger along the words.
"What?" Harry and Seamus asked in almost perfect unison.
"It's on the same day as your game!" exclaimed Hermione, shifting the one-year-old red head to her other hip, "The lessons are always at twelve…I'll be able to stay and watch for about a half an hour, then I have to head to the lesson. What will you do?"
"I can't skip the game!" Harry said, looking at Seamus, who nodded in agreement, "It's our first game this school year! I'm captain!"
"And you'd kill me if I skipped," Seamus added.
"Well I can't find someone to replace you in four days…except McClaggen…" Harry said, giving Seamus a pointed 'I'll murder you if you don't play' look.
"Look," Parvati said, "It's no big deal, I'm sure LaRaine will understand!"
"I'll tell you everything that they say," Hermione added helpfully, "Well…" she yawned, "I'm tired. You better get to bed two, you guys," she said, handing Ron to Harry, "Good night!"
Harry headed up to bed, talking to Seamus about the game-lesson dilemma.
"I'm sure Hermione can give us a word-by-word replay of the whole lesson," Seamus said, laughing.
Lavender laughed with him. Ron was half-asleep, which Harry was grateful for. The two teenage fathers-in-a-weird-way put the one-year-olds to bed, then fell asleep right away.
Harry had the strangest dream. Hermione, Regor, and LaRaine were talking to him using baby-language, a one-year-old Ron was flying a Sugar Quill in Hogsmeade telling him to hurry up and get to the game and Seamus was standing in a crib shouting to Harry to help him out.
Harry awoke early to the sound of a baby crying. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Seamus was getting out of his bed and walking to Lavender's crib. Harry stood to check on Ron. He walked over to the crib and looked inside.
The crib was empty…