Ok, ok, I'm back! Thankies to all who reviewed! Now, if you haven't read that announcement, I will update this, then Destiny of a Star Child, and then lastly Surprises. That way I won't have to worry about never finishing them all! Yay!

Ejje: Let's just hope you don't get any NEW ideas until then. Your fans have been dying for the next chapter of this!

Sorry fans: sniff: I didn't mean to wait so long; I've had other things on my mind!

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(Mentions of under-age sex in this chapter, if that offends you then just skip over it, and something that begins with an 'm'.) Oh, and if it seems I've been hurrying along thing for the couples I've had to do that, for plot's sake. You'll find out why in later chapters, when the plot actually kicks in. Yay for plots!

Chapter 9

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(Normal P.O.V.)

Harry was happier than he'd ever been in his life. Draco kept his promise about not taking anything too far at the moment, but still it was the greatest thing he'd ever experienced in his life. Not only that, but Draco promised they'd do the same thing next time they met up!

He sighed to himself and looked over to find Ron and Hermione bickering about something again, but as soon as they noticed him watching they stopped. He cocked an eyebrow and said, "What?"

"Oh, um, nothing Harry. Aren't you hungry, you haven't eaten anything?" Hermione asked worriedly. She'd noticed Harry's change in moods over the last few days, and it was beginning to worry her. Maybe Ron was right when he said Harry had found himself a girl, it would certainly explain everything that had been going on; Harry returning late to the dorms at night, always daydreaming, and exceptionally happy.

"Not really, anyway I'm going to head on over to Potions if you don't mind, get there early and everything for once. Bye!" Harry stood up flung his bag over his shoulder before hurriedly walking out of the great hall.

Ron and Hermione stared after him like he'd grown an extra head. Turning to her boyfriend, Hermione asked, "Did he really say what I think he said?"

The red-head nodded. "Yes, unless I'm hearing things too he said he was going to potions early! Something's seriously wrong with him 'Mione, and its worrying me."

Neither one of them saw the silver blonde exit the hall at that point to make his way down to the dungeons…

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"Evan, are you ok? You seem to be, um, pacing if I'm correct." Xintil said, pulling he covers up farther over his body. The day before (it's Tuesday by the way) the two had gone up into Grim's private quarters after class and, well let's just say Xintil wasn't up to going to any of his classes that day. He watched the man stop pacing and turn to look at him, a tired look set on his face.

"Am I ok?" He asked a bit bitterly. "I have a sixteen year old laying in my bed for Merlin's sake! How can you ask me that?"

Xintil's eyes widened and he quickly went from worried to angered. "Haven't we gone over this? I'm not sixteen, I'm twenty-eight! Seriously thought you understood that!"

Evan sighed heavily. "Yes, I understand that, but to the rest of the world Xintil you are a sixteen year old and I'm twenty-five! Do you think they'd understand it if they were to find out I was with you like this? I, I can lose my job!"

The black-haired teen (man?) made a growling noise in the back of his throat. "I can not believe you! I, I thought you said it didn't matter! I'm risking more than you are for crying out loud!"

"I know Xintil, I know but I guess it really just sunk in how serious this really is, ok? I'm sorry, but just give me some time to think this over, ok?" The professor whispered softly, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Xintil.

Xintil sighed and looked down at his hands. "I guess I could, but promise me one thing ok?" He looked back up to see the man nod. "Promise me that when you make up your mind, no matter what it may be, that you'll never forget what we shared, ok?"

"Like I could ever forget." He leaned down and kissed the boy lightly, but it soon turned into a passionate one and Evan found himself pressing the teen (man?) back onto the bed roughly.

He broke it and found Xintil looking at him with lust-filled eyes. "One more time couldn't hurt I guess." He captured the boy's mouth again and slowly began their cycle from the night before over again…

(A/N: Err, I'm even confusing myself with the teen/man thing for Xintil, so I'm just going to refer to him as a teen/boy from now on. Ya'll ok with that?)

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(Ok, nothing really serious takes place until like Christmas break, so I'm just going to skip over to that. Summary of the time in between: Evan stays with Xintil, Harry and Draco fall more in love (still ain't gone to far yet, don't worry you didn't miss it), and Hermione and Ron get more suspicious along with one certain Potions professor…)

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(Normal P.O.V.)

Xintil cringed again as he made his way up to the hospital wing. He'd been feeling lousy for ages. Luckily it was break, so there weren't many other students he had to face. The only other Gryffindors who had stayed were Harry, Hermione, and Ron, plus one first year whose name he didn't know.

"Mr. Alch, what's wrong?" Madame Pomfrey asked as she hurried over to the wincing teen. She looked him over and then led him over to a bed.

Sitting down on it she asked him to describe what had been bothering him. "I've been having these strange cramps in my stomach, and err; certain personal places have been hurting." He replied with a slight blush of embarrassment.

After a quick (yet slightly embarrassing) examination, Madame Pomfrey went to check her books for a cause for the strange symptoms. Xintil lay back on the bed and sighed impatiently. He wanted to get out of there so he could spend more quality time with Evan.

Madame Pomfrey suddenly appeared looking furious. Confused he sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You know perfectly well what's wrong Mr. Alch, and I am ashamed at you for not coming here sooner. I can't believe you of all people would be messing around with strange potions!" She yelled. "I've already called up Professor Snape and the headmaster to find out what exactly you've been stealing from their stores."

Xintil was now very confused. "What on Earth are you going on about? I haven't been messing around with any potions, let alone stealing from any professors!"

The witch simply glared at him. "Don't you lie to me, the signs are all there. Now tell me where the potion is so I can see if you've brewed it right at least. If not properly brewed it can have nasty side effects after all, we don't want that now do we?"

"What potion? I haven't been brewing any!"

Pomfrey sighed in frustration. "Why the conception potion of course, now please tell me where it is!"

"Conception potion…" Xintil went deathly pale very quickly. "Oh…"

Suddenly the wing's doors flung open and Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape walked in.

"Well Poppy, what seems to be the matter?" The older professor asked calmly.

"Mr. Alch here seems to have been brewing a conception potion, and he won't tell me where he's put it!" Madame Pomfrey explained pointing a finger at Xintil.

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, well Mr. Alch what do you have to say for yourself?"

Xintil gulped slightly, and with a trembling lip he whispered, "I haven't used any potion sir."

"Don't lie boy!" Snape snapped. "It's your own health and that child's health at stake here, so just tell us where that potion is!"

"I'm not lying sir, I haven't used any potion!" Xintil repeated.

The old wizard turned to the other adults in the room and gave them a patient look. "If you two don't mind I'd like to speak to the boy alone for a moment."

Snape glared, but did as he was told, and Madame Pomfrey left without question. Once both were gone Dumbledore turned back to the trembling boy on the bed. "Xintil, I want you to tell me exactly what is going on please."

The teen sighed lightly. "Sir, I'd absolutely love to tell you, but I'm not sure if I should. It could have major consequences."

"Now dear boy, I'm the most trustworthy person you could possibly find! Now please, I'd like to know what is going on."

"Well…" Xintil made another sigh. "First of all, I'm not human." He looked up to see the professor's reaction but the man just looked at him with the same calm, understanding expression so he continued, "And I'm not from this time. Anything I tell you could, and probably will, affect the future in ways that may be hazardous to my species."

Dumbledore nodded. "I understand completely. Now, continue if you will."

"I come from very distant time, I'm not exactly sure of the Earth year, and yes, I'm not from this planet. I fell through a portal, and when I did I was twenty two, but when I came out I was ten. I lost twelve years of my life." Xintil gulped. He knew he should have told Dumbledore this ages ago, so now that he was it felt like a weight was being taken of his shoulders. "My, um, race we don't have as many females, and as you can plainly see now the males can have kids."

"I see, so you are pregnant through your own biological advances. Now, for the big question." Xintil sighed. Now he was going to want to know the father and he didn't think he could tell the professor that. "What do we tell Madame Pomfrey?"

Xintil's yes widened and he smiled brightly. "If she can keep a secret, I guess you could tell her and her alone. I'm going to need some help when it comes time for the birth after all."

"Understood, but one more thing if you don't mind. Who, "Xintil groaned softly as the professor continued with, "is the child's father?"

"Since he doesn't know yet, I don't think I'm ready to tell you. Can you give me some time?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I think that could be arranged."

Xintil sighed of relief. Now all he had to do was confront Evan and hope the man still accepted him…

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