"Hello?"

James, though he would never admit it, was rather scared as he entered the tent. The last time he'd tried to talk to his son and find out some answers, his nose had bled for three days straight.

He found his way through it somehow and as he stared into the sitting room, gathered all of the courage that had gotten him put in Gryffindor. It was rather large, though silent and empty. He heard water running upstairs and made his way up. The noise led him to a door that was three-quarters closed and with caution, he opened it.

Harry was lying on the king-size bed on his side, his knees bent, his hand clutching a piece of wet cloth tightly and taking long deep breaths.

"Harry?" His eyes snapped open. "What's wrong?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you…"

"Now's not the time."

"Where's Sirius?"

"He's taken Sirry for a walk out in the forest."

"Then it is the time." Harry's eyes narrowed and he glared at him. Pushing himself up from the bed, he managed to sit up.

"Don't patronize me. I've got enough problems as it is." He hunched over in pain, his hand going to his stomach and his breathing changing again.

"Oh Merlin, is it…"

"Yeah. I've been having contractions for the past hour or so." A panicky feeling he hadn't had in many years rose in his stomach. The feeling you only get the first time when you realize your child is coming, or in this case, Grandchild

"How exactly does it come out?"

"They have to do a C-section." Harry said, lying back down again in pain.

"Your mother could do, but I don't where she's gone. She went somewhere last night and…"

"I'm not having her touching me or the baby." All his rational thoughts seemed to have disappeared and James ran out the room, down the stairs and out the tent.

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Two hours later, James sat in the living room, the glass of whiskey (his third) in his hand finally calming him and his rushing brain down.

He believed in the very wise words 'Once an alcoholic; Always an alcoholic.' and true enough, despite the kid (it couldn't be more than a year and a bit), Harry never being much of a drinker (James still inwardly thanked the hangover that had gotten the fourteen-year-old. He rarely touched it after that Summer party in their backgarden) and pregnant, Sirius had the bottles hidden away in their tent, though James got the feeling he was the only one who would have known to look inside the stairs (no really, under the board of the fifth step. Sirius always did like five...)

Someone rushed through the door and he looked up from his place in the satin blue armchair nearest the fireplace. Sirius, looking confused and flustered, walked over to him.

"What happened? Why's everyone I've ever met standing outside the tent?" James just stared at him, blinking and turning his head. It seemed running through the grounds of the world cup screaming for a healer attracted more attention than you'd think.

"Harry." He said simply. Sirius's eyes widened. "The healer's with him."

The sleeping boy in his arms was suddenly placed on James's lap and he could hear Sirius's feet pounding up the steps. James drank down the last of his whiskey and placed it on the table next to him. It crashed and he slowly looked over, blinking again. Wait, wasn't a table there ten minutes ago?

Deciding that he didn't care, he looked at the child, who'd just woken up and was looking back at him. He must have decided that he liked him, or at least seen something familiar, because his expression changed and he smiled widely, despite only having three teeth.

James could see that he'd gotten most of his looks from his father. His eyes were the exact same shade of grey and seemed to light up as he laughed, the same laugh as Sirius. The shape of his mouth and face made it clear that he was going to be a handsome man someday.

As he held him for longer, he saw his son in him too, though more subtly. As he started getting restless, James picked up one of the plushies that had been lying at the foot of the couch.

In a way very much like Harry, he didn't bite it or shake it or even play with it. He held it in his hands and stared at it, not moving, just looking at it curiously with a strange amount of calm for someone his age.

After a few long minutes, his one hand ran over the fur, stroking it caringly. He looked down at his own hand and smiled. He had gotten Harry's hands and (James's hand touched his face) nose too.

The least subtle of all of these though…

The few pieces of hair that he did have hung in his eyes, exactly the same auburn colour as his mother had.

James noticed a few more things as he stared, gathering the traits slowly but surely, a majority of them from Sirius.

He didn't even realize that the sun had gone down and when Sirius came back downstairs about six or seven hours later, he was lying across the couch, both him and Sirry, who was lying on his chest, fast asleep. He woke up when Sirius took his son, going back up the stairs and placing him in his crib.

He came back and James was rubbing his eye tiredly. James looked up and saw scruffy Sirius looked. The stress he'd clearly been going through had not quite worn off, but he was smiling tiredly. He looked at the empty bottle that had rolled to the edge of the fireplace.

"You found it, then?" James sat up, putting his feet back on the floor.

"Can't say I don't know you." He smiled back at him. "You left the corner of the carpet up and anyone with ears can hear it's hollow. Drinking with a child in the house, how irresponible. What would your 'wife' say?" He said in mock dissappointment.

"Last night? He wanted to curse me because, according to him, it's my fault he can't have any." James query why they'd both needed it and perhaps it was for the best that he didn't.

"How are they?"

"They're okay. Harry is probably going to be out for a few hours though…"

"And… what is it?" Sirius smiled shrewdly, running a hand through his hair.

"Another Boy."

"Congratulations!" He said, a bit more enthusatically than he'd planned. The effects of his boozing hadn't quite worn off yet. "Why do you not look so happy about it?" Sirius looked slightly embarassed, his cheeks turning pink.

"No, I'm happy about it of course. We were kind of hoping for a girl but Harry said he knew about six months ago that it would be a boy anyway… We're going to miss the final match. It's a shame, Sirry's been excited about it for about three months now." Sirius said and if he weren't practically bouncing off the ceiling, it would have been woeful.

"Well he'll have to settle for a new brother instead." James stood up, clapping him on the back. "I'd better go. Lily might be back by now. Congrats again…" As he walked to the door, he missed the look Sirius shot out to the backdoor, making sure it was still locked and secured from the forest behind it.

As James went to the tent flap, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sirius caught him in a tight hug, one he hadn't received for many a year. Almost twenty-seven of them now.

"Thank you Prongs."

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My final chapter and the stupid breaks on document manager screw up :(

This is all . It's been good writing, good reviewing and in general, so much more than I expected. Thank you to every single one of you! I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have glomps every single reader