Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be

Author: SweetMercy

Rating: M

Warnings: mpreg, slash, may have small references to HBP, has naughty swear words!

Pairings: RL/HP

Chapter 21: The Icing on the Cake

As there was now only one more week to go until the Christmas holidays were upon them, the teachers had decided that what the N.E.W.T students needed was a good, long dose of holiday homework. As Harry was already determined to spend the Christmas holidays wrapped in Remus' arms, he had been working more than ever to complete the work instead of his usual 'leave it to the last minute' approach which he had adopted for the passed 6 years.

Being snowed under with homework, however, meant less time with Remus and the babies. Remus didn't mind too much as he knew that this would enable him to spend more time with the young man during the holidays but the strain was starting to show on Remus as he was practically on his own looking after the triplets when school was over for the day.

"I could ask Sirius to stay for a few more hours," said Harry for the umpteenth time as he lay on his stomach on the living room floor finishing off a Transfiguration essay he had received that very day. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind one bit; he'd be happy to help."

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after my own children, thank you very much," he muttered impatiently. Skylar hadn't eaten since lunch and it was obvious she was hungry. The only problem was she wasn't allowing Remus to feed her. She screamed and cried and flailed her arms and legs in all directions, but she just wouldn't have her feed.

"Just bung her in her cot and leave her for half an hour," said Harry, wincing at the high pitched screaming she was now emitting. "She'll soon shut up."

"You can't just leave her," said Remus sounding scandalized. "She hasn't eaten in hours, she might starve!"

"She won't starve," he said. "When she realises that the only way she is going to be fed is is if she shuts up then she'll soon calm down."

"You know what I think the problem is?" he shouted over the noise. "I think you've babied her too much."

"Well, she is a baby," Harry pointed out.

"But you've spent too much time with her," he tried to explain. "You seem to favour her over the other two and now she's used to having you look after her."

"I do not favour her," said Harry defensively, "I just spend a little bit more time with her, that's all."

"Exactly," said Remus. "When we take them for a walk, you always have Skylar. When we feed them, 8 times out of 10 you feed her, when she cries it's you who cuddles her. You're far too attached to her Harry."

"Well that's because she almost died Remus," he said. "And she's the youngest."

"She's nice and healthy now and she's only the youngest by 7 minutes."

"But," said Harry with a smile, "She's still the youngest." When Remus didn't look impressed he sighed. "Oh come Remus, are you telling me you haven't got a favourite?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," he said.

"And you don't even favour one of them just the teensiest bit more than the others?"

"Right."

"I don't believe you," said Harry flatly.

"I don't care. I'm not that type of parent who favours one of their children over the other." He turned back to the screaming baby and attempted, once more, to give her her bottle.

"It's Joshua isn't it?" said Harry.

"I love that kid," said Remus. "Have you seen how smart he is? He knows when I enter the room and he always gurgles the same little sound when he sees it's me. And his little eyes," he smiled fondly, "They follow you all over the place. I swear he smiled at me before."

Harry chuckled and turned back to his work. He thought it best not to tell Remus that Sirius favoured Leanna. The fact that Sirius favoured any of their children was sure to rattle the man.

He finished off his Transfiguration essay and pulled over his homework diary which Hermione had gotten him a couple of years before. He opened it and looked down at the next piece of homework he had been assigned to do over the holidays. Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"What is the point in giving me homework?" he asked Remus. "You know I've got more than enough to do as it is."

"Do you want to end up in some dead end job?" Remus said, "Or do you want to be in a job you enjoy?"

"I highly doubt one piece of Christmas homework is going to affect the rest of my life."

"Just do it, smart ass," he laughed but he soon stopped. There had been a flash of fire in mid air and the golden and ruby feather had floated down, this time accompanied by a letter. Holding Skylar firmly in one arm, he retrieved the note and flicked it open. Harry watched the mans face darken as his eyes scanned over whatever was written down.

"I have to go, Order stuff," he informed Harry.

"But you had a meeting the other day," Harry said, pushing himself up so he could look take Skylar out of his arms, "Surely you don't have to go again."

"It's not a meeting," he told him, "They want me to take a look at some muggle Jewellery shop in London. They think some Death Eaters have been in and cursed a few rings – they're trying to get people under the imperious curse without actually cursing them in person. I have to go."

"Well, how long will it take?" asked Harry.

"About an hour or so, depending on what I find there," he said. He flicked his wand and his cloak and briefcase came flying over to him. "I'll be back soon enough."

"Be careful," he said quietly, allowing himself to be kissed softly on the cheek.

"I will," he smiled and he took a handful of powder from a jar on top of the fire and threw it into the flames. Harry had been allowed floo powder in his room but was only allowed to use it in case of an emergency. Even though Ron and Ginny had bothered him countless times to let them use it to sneak into Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, Harry had kept his word; after everything Dumbledore had done for him he wasn't going to disappoint him in using the fire for his enjoyment.

He watched Remus disappear before turning his attention back onto his daughter who, surprisingly enough, had stopped crying now she was in Harry's arms. He smiled to himself and picked up her bottle to feed her.

Wedding Bells for The Boy Who Lived? By Saphira Rose

If you haven't heard the recent rumours about Harry Potter then let me bring you up to date. The boy wizard and his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin, have been spending increasing amounts of time in each others company.

It has already been revealed that Harry was with Mr Lupin when he gave birth to triplets on the evening of October 24th in St Mungo's hospital in London and since then it has been said that the student and teacher have been pretty much inseparable.

We have witnesses at Hogwarts school that have said that they have reason to believe that their Professor has spent quite a few nights in the young mans room as he was seen going in and not leaving until the morning after for work.

A month later the pair were seen walking around the school grounds together with the three babies in their prams. As most of us already know, our sources weren't able to hear what was being discussed between the two men but were, however, able to snap a picture of a small kiss being exchanged. (see picture bottom left)

Then, just over one week later, our very own Gossip Columnist, Lola Joy, witnessed for herself Mr Potter and Mr Lupin at St Mungo's again with the three children.

All of these recent activities have led the nation into suspecting that more than a platonic student-teacher relationship is going on and some are even going as far as saying that the Professor could be the father of Harry's children.

And now, let The Daily Prophet be the first to reveal that there may be illegal wedding bells in store for Harry Potter. Lupin was seen yesterday evening inside muggle jewellery shop 'Chanel Fine Jewellery', which is situated on New Bond Street in London. Lola Joy stood by as she watched Lupin look at a wide selection of expensive engagement rings.

"I was just doing some of my everyday shopping when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, what looked like Remus Lupin coming around the corner," Lola Joy, our resident Gossip Columnist told us. "I followed the man and saw that it was him and I stood there as he went into Chanel. I quickly used a disguising charm and entered the shop after him. By then, he was at the counter and asking if he could see some engagement rings."

This, coupled with the other recent incidents, questions the appropriateness of the pair's intimacy. If Remus Lupin is indeed the father of the children then he could be facing at least 10 years in Azkaban for sleeping with a student, let alone an under aged one.

The Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, is aware of the recent accusations but refuses to take any action against 'The Chosen One' and the Professor, believing said accusations to be nothing more than the public's overactive imaginations. The Daily Prophet, however, will be making further investigations.

Harry finished reading the paper and placed in down on the table, looking up at Hermione. It was the next morning and the story about Harry and Remus had finally reached the front page of The Daily Prophet.

"What was he doing looking at engagement rings in London?" Ron asked slowly but making sure his voice was quiet.

"Is he really going to purpose?" asked Hermione, shocked. Harry looked at her disbelievingly.

"No," he said, shaking his head seriously. "He was doing Order business. They sent for him last night and told him they needed him to check out some jewellery store in London."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," he said. "Apparently some Death Eaters had cursed quite a few rings and he went to check it out."

"Well," said Ron, trying to sound cheerful, "At least the Minister isn't taking it seriously. At least you know you aren't going to end up in trouble."

"And this Lola person," sniffed Hermione in annoyance. "'I was just doing some shopping.' Yeah right! She followed him there more like. I bet she has loads of spies everywhere, just looking for scandal. And besides, whodoes everyday shopping in New Bond Street? Please."

"What's in New Bond Street?" asked Ron.

"Loads of expensive designer shops," she said, "Which is why this Lola person can't have been doing a spot of shopping. There's no way she earns that much working at the Prophet. But still," said Hermione, running her hands through her long hair. "I can't believe this. It looks so…well, on top of everything else that they have written about lately…it really does make it look like you guys are…you know? It looks really suspicious, Lupin looking at Chanel engagement rings."

"I know," Harry said incredulously. "If we were going to get engaged I'd want a Tiffany ring, not one from Chanel.

As the day went on, Harry wasn't the least bit surprised to find that the whole school was talking about the so-called 'engagement' between the student and teacher. Harry had lost count of how many times a fellow pupil had walked up to him and demanded to see his hand, leaving somewhat disappointed when they saw that his ring finger was empty. They insisted, however, that Harry had the ring - he just wasn't wearing it at school.

He was doing his best to ignore them, he really was. To him, the idea of Remus and himself being engaged so soon was laughable and he could not understand why so many people had finally been convinced that something actually was going on; even some of the teachers had pulled him aside to make sure it wasn't true. Harry just couldn't understand them at all.

By the end of the day all Harry wanted to do was lock himself in his room again and shield himself from all the ridiculous questions that were being thrown at him. He was fed up of the silly gossiping and the immaturity of the students. Every time Harry had denied the accusations they had demanded to know why their Professor had been in London looking at rings and Harry had been just about to crack up and tell them when Dumbledore's voice had rung through the castle.

"Could Harry Potter and Remus Lupin please report to my office."

"Oh, you're in for it now Potter," yelled a student from the other end of the corridor. Harry scowled before setting off for the Headmasters office.

He threw the password at the gargoyle and tapped his foot impatiently as the winding staircase ascended slowly. Once at the top, he jumped off and knocked on the door before pushing it open. Dumbledore looked up with a smile and held out his hand.

"Sherbet lemon?"

Harry ignored him and threw himself into the familiar chair in front of the desk. He watched Dumbledore pop one of the sweets into his mouth.

"Remus should be here shortly," he informed Harry and not a moment later the door opened and Remus entered the room. Dumbledore conjured up an extra chair on Harry's right and he sat down. He looked exhausted.

"Sherbet lemon, Remus?"

Remus reached out and took a sweet out of the offered bag and Harry could tell he did this only out of politeness. Once Dumbledore had placed the bag in his desk draw he looked back at the two, straightening his half moon glasses on his crooked nose.

"I believe you both know why you are here," he said. Remus nodded. Harry, however, spoke up.

"Things have gone too far," he complained, trying to keep from shouting. "I haven't had a moments peace since that bloody article appeared this morning and quite frankly I'm getting sick to death of The Prophet writing all this rubbish!"

"Arh, but the first few articles weren't rubbish, were they?" said Dumbledore with an annoying twinkle in his blue eyes.

"They don't know they were true," Harry said stubbornly, crossing his arms. "It was all just lucky guesswork."

"Albus, please," Remus said, leaning forwards slightly in his chair, "Can't we just tell the papers that it isn't true and put an end to all of this?"

"I wish we could," the Headmaster sighed, "But they'll want proof and I'm afraid we can't offer them any."

"Can't you just tell them that Remus was on order business?" asked Harry, slightly angered by this.

"I'm afraid that isn't an option," he said. "If we tell the papers what Remus was really up to then they'll publish it."

"That's sort of the idea," said Harry as if it was obvious.

"Yes," he said, "But if they publish it then Voldemort will know that we know what he's up to with the jewellery."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," muttered Harry, but he knew it was necessary. They had finally got a hold of a piece of Voldemort's plans and they couldn't afford to jeopardise it.

"So you're saying that we just have to live with the fact that the whole world thinks I'm sleeping with Harry?" asked Remus incredulously.

"You are sleeping with Harry," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, but they don't know that," said Remus, thinking it best not to go in to detail about how he and Harry hadn't slept together since the conception of their children.

"But what if they find something else to write about?" asked Harry. "What if things go as far as the Minister getting involved? Can't we tell him then?"

"I'm sorry, but no," Dumbledore shook his head. "You know what the Minister is like; he's hardly any better than Fudge."

"But he knows about the Order," said Harry as if trying to reason with his Headmaster.

"But he doesn't know what we know," Dumbledore said. "We can only let him know so much otherwise he'll take over the situation, thinking he knows best. I'm sorry Harry but it has to remain a secret."

"Remus and I could get into big trouble! Remus could get arrested for crying out loud! Are you just going to sit there, knowing full well we are not engaged, and let us be brought up in front of the Ministry?"

"Of course I'm not Harry," he said, doing a much better job than Harry at keeping his voice level. "I'm sure we can think up some excuse to pass the whole thing off."

"Like what? I'm sure Voldemort will be able to see through any stupid alibi we decide to give the papers."

"That is why it requires some time and thought," said Dumbledore. "But," he looked at Harry sternly, "In the mean time I want you to keep your head down. Don't give the papers anything to write about."

"Oh, don't worry," he muttered darkly, "They've wrote about everything they could possibly write about already."

But when the next day rolled around Harry was quick to find out that the papers hadn't wrote about everything at all and what was written in The Daily Prophet now was sure to have major side effects.

"I heard them having sex!" By Saphira Rose

After a slightly hectic couple of months for 'The Chosen One' - what with giving birth and then having his forbidden relationship discovered by the public - Harry Potter probably thought the worst was over. However we, at The Daily Prophet, have received information that will surely turn the boy-who-lived's life upside down.

Last night we had a visit from a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who actually caught Harry Potter and his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, engaging in sexual activities.

"I was just on my way to Professor Lupin's office to hand in some late work when it happened," the student who, for safety reasons, is going to remain unnamed. "I knocked on his door but there was no answer so I tried again. When still no one answered I tried the door and found that it was unlocked."

The student acknowledges the fact that he/she wasn't supposed to be trespassing in a teachers office without permission but insisted that he/she only did it because his/her homework was already overdue as it was and didn't want to end up with a detention.

"I put my work on the desk and turned to go out when I heard noises coming from the other room. I thought it might be Professor Lupin so I went over and was about to knock on the door when I heard another voice in there. I listened for a few moments in case they were intruders but it soon became apparent that the two people in the room were enjoying themselves. I listened a little longer as I didn't want to be mistaken and it was very obvious from the noises that they were making that they were having sex."

After having heard this, the unnamed student left the room in a hurry, not wanting to be caught by the Professor. He/she didn't, however, return to the common room, but chose to wait in the corridor outside.

"I wanted to see who was with him as I was worried it might have been a student," our source says. "He's a good teacher so I wanted to make sure he wasn't doing anything illegal; I'd hate to see Professor Lupin in trouble but sometimes you have to do what's right.

I waited for about 10 minutes before the door to his office opened and I was utterly shocked to see Harry Potter walking out of it. He robes were slightly creased and his hair was a mess; there was just no denying what they had been up to."

When we asked the student about his/her thoughts and feelings of what he/she witnessed he/she said that they 'felt betrayed by Harry as he was someone that everyone looked up to.'

"I was scared to tell anyone at first but after reading about what The Daily Prophet had found out I knew it was time for me to say something."

The Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, refused to comment but we have been informed that he is indeed taking action against the boy wizard and his teacher in the near future.

Remus Lupin, who was an old friend of Harry's father, James, could be facing a minimum of 10 years in Azkaban on five counts; for sleeping with a student, for sleeping with a minor, for getting a minor pregnant, for continuing a relationship with the student, and for getting engaged to the student. An investigation will be made, but Mr Lupin's chances of getting off look bleak as he has a low employment record and a history of violence whilst he was at the school 23 years ago. Lupin is also a werewolf and, even though it isn't illegal for a werewolf to reproduce, it is frowned upon.

Harry didn't know if his heart had stopped or was just beating so fast that it seemed like it had stopped. He didn't know if the Great Hall had actually fallen silent or if it was just his ears playing a trick on him. He didn't even know if he was awake or if he was stuck in some horrible nightmare. Reality, however, seemed to kick in when he managed to pinch himself hard on the arm and the chatter of the students reached his ears once more and he felt his heart beating frantically in his chest.

He looked around the hall and was relieved, only slightly, to see that most students hadn't read the article yet. It was obvious, however, that some had read it and Harry was prepared to bet the triplets that news would travel very fast.

He stood up quickly and, with a meaningful look at Ron and Hermione, left the hall with the other two behind him. He didn't stop until he reached his room, where he finally burst into tears.

"What's happened? What's wrong?" asked Sirius, oblivious to what had appeared in the paper. Hermione handed him the copy of The Daily Prophet and held out her hands to take Leanna from him. She looked over at Ron who was sitting uncomfortably on the sofa next to Harry.

"Hug him," she mouthed silently to him and Ron looked slightly mortified as he looked back at Harry, who now had fat tears leaking down his face. He awkwardly moved closer to Harry and extended his arms. Just as he touched Harry's shoulder, however, Harry cried even more and pulled Ron into a tight hug.

"What are we going to do?" he sobbed loudly. "Remus is going to be arrested and I'm never going to see him again."

"Of course you will," said Ron, trying to help, "He's only going to get arrested for 10 years or so. You'll still be here when he gets out."

Harry cried even louder and Hermione glared at Ron sharply.

"I'm sure everything will be alright Harry," said Hermione, bouncing the baby gently on her hip. "I'm sure Dumbledore will talk to the Minister about it – they won't arrest Remus, I know they won't."

"'Low employment', 'history of violence'," read Sirius, shaking his head. "That's because he's a bloody werewolf; that has nothing to do with his character as a person!"

"But it makes him look bad, doesn't it?" Harry sobbed into Ron's shoulder. "With everything they've published lately…and Dumbledore saying we can't tell them about the jewellery and Voldemort…it looks really bad."

"I'm sure we can find a way out of this," said Sirius comfortingly and he sat down on Harry's other side. Harry loosened his grip on a relieved Ron and leant into Sirius for a hug.

"But we can't," he cried. "Malfoy's told everyone. It's all over."

"Malfoy?" asked Sirius. "Why would Malfoy…?"

"He knows," he told him tearfully, "He has for ages. He said he wouldn't tell anyone if the babies weren't his and they weren't his but he still told."

"If the babies…what? You slept with Draco Malfoy?"

"I had to," he sniffed. "He said he'd tell people about Remus and I if I didn't."

"You let him blackmail you into sleeping with him?"

"Not exactly," he said. He sat up and wiped his eyes on his sleeve before continuing. "He may have blackmailed me but I wanted to sleep with him so it's as much as my fault as it is his."

"But Harry…"

"Can we not talk about this please?" he sobbed with pleading eyes, but as he looked at Sirius he remembered something else.

"He knows I slept with you as well," he said and before Sirius could say anything he added, "But I don't know how. He just said he knows. And I don't want a massive lecture on it, please."

Sirius closed his mouth and put his head in his hand and sighed heavily, breaking the silence that had descended after Harry had finished speaking. Hermione shifted slightly and sat down on the opposite sofa, sitting Leanna on her knee. Harry sniffed again and wiped his nose on his robe. Ron just sat still, staring at the paper that was now lying on the coffee table in front of them. There was a click and they all looked up to find Remus standing near the door.

He glared at Sirius when he saw that he had his arm around Harry and bit his lip as if trying to stop himself from speaking his mind. Sirius seemed to take the hint and moved away to sit next to Hermione. Remus sat down.

"We have to do something," said Hermione, obviously wanting to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen heavily on them.

"But what?" asked Ron.

"I don't know," she muttered distractedly, "Something. Anything."

"Dumbledore told me that the Minister has been in touch with him," Remus informed them all. "He's coming here in two days time to talk to us about the allegations."

"I can't believe he's taking this seriously," said Ron. "After everything that's happened…after all Harry's been through with You-Know-Who…you'd think they'd have some decency wouldn't you? No respect at all…"

"This is not happening," Harry moaned, letting his head rest on Remus' shoulder. But before anyone could think of something else to say about the matter there was a loud, frantic knocking on the door and Ginny burst through looking rather harassed. Out in the common room Harry could hear students shouting and running back and forth.

"Someone better get out here quick," she said to them.

"Why, what's going on?" asked Ron as he stood up.

"The Slytherins are causing trouble, as usual," she told him, "Only this time they've brought it to Gryffindor's front door. Loads of them are out on the corridor throwing water balloons at the younger students and terrorising them; Malfoy in the lead, obviously. It's getting out of ha…"

Her sentence was cut short as Harry pushed roughly passed her and ran out into the common room. Ron, Sirius, and Remus immediately ran after him.

"Here," said Hermione hurriedly, handing the baby girl over to Ginny. "Stay here and look after the kids."

"But I…"

"Stay." And Hermione ran out after them.

Harry pushed his way through the excited crowd of Gryffindor's and scrambled out of the portrait hole to find himself in the midst of a ferocious water balloon fight. He managed to dodge a few loose balloons that had been thrown in his direction and he ran into the middle of the battlefield (half way down the corridor) where the Slytherins were taking cover from Gryffindor fire. He spotted Malfoy surrounded by his cronies and he stormed over to him, pulling out his wand as he went.

"Harry, no!" shouted Hermione over the screaming first and second years who were being pelted with water bombs. At the sound of her voice, Malfoy looked up and saw Harry coming towards him, but before Harry could even reach him he had turned around and was running down the corridor, leaving the 'fight' behind. Harry sprinted after him, closely followed by Remus, Sirius, Ron, and Hermione. They could hear the Gryffindors and Slytherins cheering in the background.

Harry ran as fast as he could, his eyes fixed firmly on Malfoy just a little ahead of him now. He didn't know what he was going to do when he caught him; yell at him, punch him, hex him, Crucio him – it was all the same to him.

Malfoy, who had started to slow down, turned quickly into a door off the corridor and Harry followed him into an empty classroom. Malfoy scrambled over the desks and pressed himself against the wall. Harry slowed down. He had him cornered now.

"Harry, don't do anything stupid," came Remus' voice as the others entered the classroom behind him. "It's just going to mean more trouble."

"He's not worth it Harry," said Sirius. Harry ignored them both.

"Go on," whispered Malfoy, his eyes glinting, "Do it. Curse me, go on."

"Harry, you're stronger than this," said Hermione.

"You know you want to," said Malfoy with a malicious grin. "Just hex me, go on. I deserve it don't I?"

"Harry, don't do it. You'll be in so much trouble if you do."

It was on the tip of his tongue. All he had to say was one simple word and Malfoy would get the pain he deserved. He deserved to be withering around in pain on the floor, he deserved to be screaming for his life. So much had happened in the passed two months that had screwed Harry's life up so much it was almost irreparable. But just when he had thought things might actually start to cool down, this had happened. And it was all Malfoy's fault.

Harry slowly lowered his wand and turned around. He was facing the Minister as it was…they were right, Draco wasn't worth it.

"That's it," sneered Malfoy with a contemptuous smile, "Walk away. Go back to letting the wolf man fuck you, you little whore."

It wasn't Harry who went for Malfoy this time, it was Remus. He had lunged at the boy with a growl and Sirius had only just dived forwards in time to fling out an arm to stop him.

"Remus, no," he said, "Just ignore him."

"That's right," said Malfoy, "You can't lay a finger on me otherwise I'll talk. I'll tell the whole bloody world all about your secret life as a whore, Potter."

"You better shut up Malfoy, for your own sake," warned Ron.

"The Daily Prophet wants me to give them an interview," Malfoy gloated, "And I have so much more to tell them. Like how their saviour slept with his own Godfather then moved on to his teacher. About how you begged me to sleep with you and how you had to settle for one of your room mates instead. You're just a cheap whore with…

"Obliviate!"

Harry watched, with his wand still pointed at him, as Malfoy went soaring across the room and knocked over a couple of desks. Harry was absolutely seething but, in the long run, was immensely glad he had chosen to hit him with the memory loss charm rather than with Crucio.

A/N: Hey! I'm back! Sorry I couldn't post sooner, I was away on a College trip for a week then I was really busy and didn't have time to check through this chapter. It's been what...2 weeks since I last updated? Well, I have now so yay!

PLEASE READ:
Some of you are wondering about Voldemort and when he's going to make an appearance. Well, when I first started this fic I didn't intend it to be so long but by putting Voldemort into it it would make it A LOT longer than it is now...but I see why Voldemort should be in since he's a threat to Harry and the children and all...I'm not sure what I'll do about him...I can either put him in here and make it really long or try and put him in some sort of sequel...but I'll need some ideas for that...I do have some whch I intend to but in here but it's nothing to big...and a sequel might be a bit too much...any ideas? Keep in mind that I still have a while to go with this fic so we're not talking about next month or anything like that.