A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They are very much appreciated! Now, how about the new movie? I saw it on the 18th and, I dunno about you, but I REALLY liked it, particularly The-Boy-Who-Lived and Cedric. I now can say I love the prefect's bathroom…I really do!

Beside freaking out that I was going to see the movie in about a half hour, one of the ushers--the one who tore my ticket stub--looked like a carbon copy of the mental image I get when I think James Potter. He had the dark black, unruly hair; the hazel eyes with glasses, the sexy smirk, extremely good body---well, from what I could tell through his clothes. I had never wished harder that I had x-ray vision--- and MERLIN! He was just SMEXY! Thought I was going to die…

Anyway, I doubt you're all interested in hearing about this hot usher, who's name is Nate btw, so, here's the chapter. Again, thanks for reviewing and keep 'em coming!

Chapter Three
As James lowered the letter, his hands shaking, the two Marauders that flanked his sides sighed collectively. Remus glanced tentatively at James and felt sorry for the young man; the latter's face was as white as a ghost and his handsome features contorted in confusion and shock.

"Well," Sirius said cheekily, "At least he's not mine."

"PADFOOT!" Remus hissed, raising his hand in a threatening manner. Sirius stuck his tongue out at him and placed a hand on James's shoulder.

"It's going to be all right, Prongs," said Sirius in what he thought was a reassuring approach.

James shrugged Sirius's hand off his shoulder roughly and shook his head. "No, it isn't, and you bloody well know that, you insufferable prat."

Sirius was about to fire something smart back at James when Remus grabbed his arm firmly and shook his head, mouthing the word No'.

James exhale noisily and removed his glasses, running his hands over his face and through his unruly raven hair. Thoughts were racing through his mind at a mile a minute. He leaned over his thighs and rested his forehead in his palms, closing his hazel eyes.

How was he going to do this? He was barely an adult and now he was expected to be a father? Though, James had to admit, it was always his dreams to have children, but at 21? It was a bit too soon for him to have a child; he had also wished that he would've had a wife to share the joy with.

Well, she would have been your wife, if she didn't run off with that stupid git…James thought bitterly, grunting in frustration.

He didn't have a choice. He had to do it now. This was his son, and James was going to step up and take full responsibility for him. James cracked his eyes open and looked down at the sleeping infant that was his son.

Something swelled at an alarming rate in his chest. Out of his love for Lily, and with her help, of course, they had created something so wonderful, so beautiful!

Of course the baby would be beautiful; it's mother was the most gorgeous woman on the face of the Earth.

James suddenly realized that was the reason he felt connected to the baby. As he stared at the small baby, a smile tugged at his lips, which had been drawn into a thin line.

"Sorry, James, I shouldn't've said that, it was incredibly rude of me," Sirius apologized for his relieved remark.

James shook his head, never taking his eyes off his son. "No, Sirius, it's all right; I would've said the same thing too, except," He looked up at his two mates, "I kinda knew from the moment I saw him, that he was mine."

Remus nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. When I held him and he looked up at me, I saw that his eyes were a startling green color and only knew of one other person who had eyes as gorgeous as that."

James nodded, mumbling a jumble of words under his breath as his eyes averted back to his child, another smile pulling at his mouth.

They sat in silence, all lost in their own thoughts. James was, of course, worried if he would make a good father or not; Remus was concerned for his best mate and how he would handle the situation, though the werewolf was ready to lend a helping hand when and where he could; and Sirius was still basking in his relief that the infant wasn't his and dancing happily in his mind.

"So," Sirius started, "What are you gonna do, James?"

He shrugged, "I'm not sure, Padfoot. I guess I'll have to run out and get some baby stuff for Harry," James just couldn't believe that Lily had actually chose their son's name, the one that -- when they were talking about their future and starting a family with each other-- he had wanted for his son. He struggled to bite back a smirk.

"We could fix up one of the guest rooms for Harry," Remus suggested.

"And in Gryffindor colors, too," Sirius chirped.

James smiled, his eyes still fixated on the sleeping form of Harry. "Yeah," he bobbed his head in agreement, "that would be very nice for him, wouldn't it? Seeing as how he'll be staying here for awhile."

"We'll have to get some furniture, obviously," Remus pointed out.

Sirius sighed heavily, "As much as I would like to chat about decorating your son's room, James, I am extremely exhausted and I want to get back to sleep," he said as he stood from his seat and yawned.

"What he really means is that there is a presumably naked woman sleeping in his bed that he has to 'attend' to once more before she leaves, if you catch my drift," the werewolf commented. James chuckled and rolled his eyes good-naturedly. Sirius stuck his tongue out at Remus and sauntered down the hall and out of sight.

"And don't be too loud," called James down the hallway as he made his way into the kitchen. He opened one of the top cabinets and removed from it two coffee mugs. Grabbing the coffee pot from the coffeemaker, he poured the hot liquid into the two cups before walking back out into the living room.

"Thanks," said Remus, accepting the proffered cup. James took his former seat on the couch and sighed heavily, sinking back into the leather.

"Do you think I can do it, Moony?" James asked offhandedly.

Remus set his mug down on the coffee table, next to Harry's pumpkin seat, and turned to James, puckering his brow. "What, Prongs?"

James gestured toward the sleeping infant, "Be a father; do you think I can do it?"

Remus placed a reassuring hand on James's shoulder and said, "I have never seen you fail at anything you do, James, never." James smiled softly, "I mean, you got Evans after all those years, didn't you?"

The smile fell off James's face quickly and he nodded somberly. Remus mentally smacked himself on the forehead; James was still bitter about the whole thing. But the werewolf understood where his best mate was coming from.

The 'epic' romance, as Sirius had put it, of Lily Evans and James Potter was quite an interesting one. They met on the train in first year, when James had accidentally bumped into Lily and sent her to the floor. James claimed that the moment he looked into her eyes, he was in love with her.

For years, he pursued her, but it was all in vain. But then again, Remus thought, it might have been because James was an arrogant, big-headed git and Lily was always quick to anger. They were infamous for their arguments; to Remus, it seemed to be a contest to see who could yell louder. Constantly, James was asking her out, even after their heated screaming matches, which angered Lily to no end.

After pulling a prank on Snape in their fifth year and Lily gave James a piece of her mind, James had started to change. Slowly, that was for sure, but he changed. It took all his strength not to hex Snivellus whenever James saw him in the hallway, Remus knew that much, but perhaps the thing that proved that James had, in fact, changed dramatically, was when he saved Snape from being attacked by Remus.

Over the summer of sixth year, James transformed from an immature, arrogant, bullying, smart ass into a mature, confident (but not cocky) young man. Then, their letters from Hogwarts came and, for James, proclaimed that he was the new Head Boy as well as Quidditch Captain. Though James was excited about both honors, he was bubbling on the inside about being appointed Head Boy. He was almost positive that Lily would be Head Girl, which heightened his chances of winning her over.

It was remarkable, the first month back at Hogwarts. James had managed not to hex anybody and had even taken to tutoring some of the younger students. Everyone noticed the sudden, but constant, change in James, especially Lily.

Remus didn't know how James did it, but one minute they were tearing each others heads off about something and the next, they were seen snogging in the corridors by everyone. Since Lily was truly the brightest witch of her age, she had long since figured out that Remus was a werewolf, but was oblivious to James being an illegal animagus. She had initially been shocked at first, but apparently, she recovered and agreed to marry James when he asked.

But it was strange; after she moved into the flat two months before the wedding, she started acting really strange, very distant from all of them, mostly from James. Though she appeared to be…glowing with happiness, her eyes were full of confusion and despair. Then, when James woke up one morning, she wasn't there; all her stuff was gone. All except one thing; the engagement ring that had been James's mother's that he proposed to Lily with, as well as a note, explaining that she had met someone else and was no longer in love with James.

It crushed James; he was still recovering from it, even after a year. Sure, James went out to clubs, partied a little too hard, but Remus knew that James was slowly convalescing

from the massive wound in his heart that Lily had left. Well, he was recuperating, until the little bundle of joy showed up on their doorstep.

Remus was shaken from his thoughts when James muttered, "We all saw how well that turned out."

The werewolf sighed and patted his friend on the shoulder. "It'll be all right, Prongs, it'll get better over time."

James murmured what sounded similar to 'whatever' under his breath, taking a long sip of his hot coffee. They sat in a long, awkward silence, sipping on their coffee. Remus watched as James attempted to say something, but ended up blubbering like a fish. James set his mug down on the coffee table, stood up, and ran a frustrated hand through his unruly hair.

"Do you know how hard it is, Moony?" James asked, his hands resting on the back of his neck.

"How hard what is, Prongs," replied Remus, cocking a brow.

James sighed resignedly and shook his head, "Never mind; it's not important anyways." He bent down and grabbed the black bag on the floor, tugging it up on his lap.

Remus stared at his friend, slightly worried and partially confused, but amused nonetheless. "Um, James, what exactly are you, um…doing?"

Not looking up from the bag, he opened it and, in a monotone voice, "At the end of the letter, she said there was enough stuff to get through the next day or so, along with instructions on how to prepare everything." He grunted in irritation and dumped all the bag's contents on the floor, causing a loud racket to ricochet off the walls; Remus winced.

James sank down to his knees on the floor and sorted through the odd objects. He recognized most of the items, but some were just hard to make out--at least for him it was. He searched for the sheet of parchment that contained the directions on it for a few moments before cursing and sitting back on his haunches.

"What's wrong?"

He ran a hand over his face, "I can't find the bleeding instructions; you know how difficult it will be for me without them?" Remus bit his lower lip to suppress a laugh. James glowered at him and was about to say something when Harry emitted a soft cry.

Both Moony and Prongs looked up from their searching and towards the infant. James quickly got off his feet and took Harry out of the pumpkin seat as gently as he could, cradling the crying baby to his chest, hoping to stop his cries.

When Harry had been wailing for approximately two minutes, James looked up at Remus desperately. "How come he hasn't stopped crying? He did the last time I held him!"

"I-I-I-I-I dunno, Prongs," Remus said, shrugging.

"Well," James started, his voice rising, but not in anger. "What should I do? I can very well let him cry all bloody day!"

"Cursing isn't going to help anything, James,"

"Shove it, Remus," James bit out, glaring at the werewolf. His hazel eyes swept over the room hastily, searching for anything that would quiet Harry's cries.

"D'you think he's hungry?" Remus suggested.

James shrugged, "He could be, but are there any bottles with that one thing--oh what's it called, ummm---baby formula---that's it--in them?"

"Lemme check," said Remus as he got down on his knees and searched through the pile of junk dumped on the couch. He grabbed one of the bottles that was filled with a milky white liquid and smiled triumphantly. "Here," the werewolf said, thrusting the bottle into James's hands.

James attempted to feed to bottle to Harry, but he screamed out in protest. "Why won't he take the bottle!" James cried. Remus shrugged.

"Wait!" Remus exclaimed after a few seconds, "babies like warm formula."

"Would you warm it up for me please?" James asked exasperatedly. Remus nodded and dashed off into the kitchen, quite literally throwing the bottle into the microwave and punching the buttons with furious fingers.

James glanced down at Harry and bit his lower lip. The infant's face was twisted and reddening by the second. He began to shush the baby, but Harry only cried louder. James rolled his eyes. "Please be quiet," James whispered, his voice full of hopefulness.

Remus came skidding into the living room, slipping in his socks on the hardwood floor and ramming into the back of the couch. He cursed loudly and James quipped, "Smooth, Moony."

"Do you want your son to shut up or not?" questioned Remus jokingly.

Apparently, James didn't catch the joking hint in the werewolf's voice and glowered at him, "Moony," he muttered through gritted teeth in a murderous tone. Remus held his hands up as if surrendering and sputtered, "I was just kidding James."

He hastily handed the bottle of formula to James, who grunted and shifted Harry in his arms. He shook his hair out of his face and sighed, "Well, let's hope he'll drink it this time." James tilted to bottle ever so slightly and put the nipple up to Harry's mouth. Harry was hesitant at fist, but took it to his mouth and began suckling; James punched the air.

"Watch it, Prongs; don't want to drop the little guy, do you?"

James shook his head and peered down at Harry through his glasses, smiling softly. "No, wouldn't want to do that," He said under his breath. Remus grinned tenderly and sighed; James really was going to make a good father.

A/N: Come on, guys, do I really need to tell you what to do? ((sighs)) Review please!