A/N I had a bit of complications with this, so sorry about it being very late : I'm very happy for the reviews I have gotten for this story, so thank you very muhc :D If I get out of character with the mauraders, I'm sorry, I don't know that era very well.


James waited behind the great hall door with Sirius, smiling at each other mischievously. They waited, and ignored the fact that they were missing lunch to pull this off, even if their stomachs were growling.

Sirius peeked inside to see if Snivellus was getting up to leave, and just at that moment he did. The elder Snape was sitting at the table talking to the teacher that looked like a bird, Professor Galen. As far as the two marauders were concerned, this was a good time to give Snape a present.

Snape walked closer to the door and James took out his wand and pointed it directly at Snape's nose, even though there was some distance between his wand and Snivellus. James waited until Snape was close enough and whispered floridum (rich in flowers).

Bright purple and green lights shot out of his wand, with flower images waving out into the air after its path. The lights hit Snape directly, and soon a flower popped out of his nose.

The flower was a bright magenta color, its stem twirling around and flopping the flower into his eye. Snape stared cross-eyed at it in horror. He didn't even notice the elder Snape whip his head up and glare in the direction of the Great Hall's entrance.

Sadly, Snape could not see Sirius or James as they had already run off laughing their heads off like the mad loons they were.

Remus looked at Snape, looking like he was making a decision in his mind. Peter just watched with wide eyes and a great big smile, finding the whole situation funny as hell.

James and Sirius ran down the corridor only to see Lily holding Harry Potter, and whispering something in his ear as Dumbledore and Sprout hurriedly walked to them. The expressions they wore seemed like something had happened that wasn't all too good.

James got jealous at the fact Lily was so close to someone who looked like him, Sirius was curious as to why Lily looked like she had just struck a gold mine. Harry on the other hand looked dumbfounded.


Harry stared up into identical almond shaped, emerald eyes. 'Growing inside of me…' Harry thought it over again, and then he recalled something Aunt Petunia had said one day, "If a girl is pregnant, she'll get morning sickness. Now shut up and clean the bathroom." Harry hated that women's screech so he had gone and cleaned the bathroom right away, wondering why he had to ask what morning sickness was.

'Morning sickness…. I get sick every morning… two or three weeks… Growing inside of you.' Thoughts whirled in Harry's head and before he could straighten it out he heard Dumbledore's voice.

"Lily Evans, what happened?" Dumbledore asked, his voice sounding stern and his blue eyes lost all twinkle. Harry wondered what the black oval thing had been, and why it caused this sort of reaction from Dumbledore.

"I heard someone cry for help and when I came running here, Harry was being pulled into that…. Hole was it?" Lily finished off uncertain, and Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I then pulled him out as fast as I could and then you came Headmaster." Lily added, looking at Harry with worry.

Harry realized she had left out the fact that his stomach had started to glow a strange color, and he didn't want to think of it at this moment, it was way to confusing for him right now.

"Please take Mister Potter to the Hospital wing Miss Evans. The other Mister Potter and Mister Black, would you like to accompany them?" Dumbledore asked, the twinkle back in his blue eyes behind half moon spectacles.

James suddenly was shaken out of his staring at Harry, and nodded slowly, Sirius smiled and took a hold of James' arm and dragged him towards Harry and Lily. Lily was helping Harry up, taking extra care to make sure he wasn't jostled around to much.

Lily helped Harry walk to the Hospital wing, never taking her eyes off of him. Harry stared at the floor, thinking through everything that had happened. James stared at Harry with a jealous rage, and Sirius gazed curiously at Harry and Lily.

"Well, Mister Potter, what have you done now?" Madame Pomfrey asked, helping him down into a bed. "You three can go now, I'll take care of him." the medi-witch said and closed the curtains around the bed Harry sat in, going to find a potion to help Harry sleep.


James glared at Lily, who had decided to stay and wait for Harry until he was able to leave. Sirius decided this was a good time to high tail it, seeing as his friend was fuming that she would get so close to Harry and not him.

"Well Evans, getting a little to close to a Potter aren't you?" James asked, his hazel eyes narrowing on her as she looked up as if startled. She had her hands placed on her lap and had been looking at them as they wrapped around each other, but now her focus was on him.

"Well, he's not that bad." Lily said and James snarled.

"Oh sure, you'll allow yourself to get attached to him but not me!" James said, glaring at her darkly.

Lily stared at him slight surprise in her eyes before she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and started to giggle. James frowned and looked at her, growling out, "What's so funny?"

"The fact that you're jealous of your own son. Don't worry, Harry's in another relationship." Lily said, smiling with a somewhat evil glint in her emerald eyes.

"Oh, what proof do you have of this relationship?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Oh god, it's that Draco person isn't it? Oh no, no not a Mafloy, a MALE!' James thought, feeling suddenly awkward about having a homosexual son. 'Well maybe it is a girl. No, can't be because Sirius has a twisted sense of humor.' James thought, not wanting to believe that a Potter of his line could be a pouf.

"The fact Harry's carrying that boy's child." Lily said calmly, smiling as James paled and all hopes that his son was normal fled. Lily frowned as she watched James' expression, not realizing James felt really uncomfortable now.

"My… son… pregnant?" James spluttered, closing his eyes and pinching himself to see if this was real. "Guys, guys can't get pregnant!" James said quickly, trying to think straight. Many weird things happened in the magical world, but this was too weird. Evans had to be pulling the wool over his eyes.

"Harry obviously can. Maybe Harry even had two fathers?" Evans suggested and James face went red with anger, how dare she call him a pouf!

"Now wait just a cotton pickin' minute, Evans. I'm straight, I'm not a pouf. I'll be damned if my son is as well!" James said crossly, eyes narrowing at Lily Evans considerable. Lily returned it with an angry glare.

"I don't have a problem with it, why do you?" she said in a low tone, whispering it out fiercely. James wondered why it had anything to do with his son.

"He's not pregnant, and that's that!" James all but bellowed. And Madame Pomfrey came bustling around with an angry cowl on her face.

"You two stop talking, or get out. I have a patient to attend to, and he needs rest!" she said sternly, and James shut his mouth as well as Lily, pursing her lips together, waiting for the medi-witch to get out of sight.

When Pomfrey moved behind the curtain where Harry lay, James continued the fight he and Evans were engaged in.

"Look Evans-" James started but he was cut off by a very enraged Lily Evans.

"I cannot BELEIVE you! Harry is pregnant, I know it! He gave off protection magic when he felt he was in danger. Only pregnant witches have that, as a natural protection for their child. Even if Harry's mind is too stupid to realize it, his body does!" she growled out, and James felt as if an egg had been cracked on his head and the contents of the yolk were trailing down his back.

Evans was very right, but men never had protection magic! She was off her rocker, maybe she was the one pregnant? James shook his head and Lily made an indignant noise and turned her back on him. James glared at her and gave her two fingers, even though she didn't see.

Boy's can't get pregnant, was James new consoling words. To bad they were a load of codswallop.


Harry was nervous, not only had he heard raised voices, he'd heard the word pregnant, boys and Harry. And right at this moment, he didn't even want think those words had anything to do with him.

Harry stared at Madame Pomfrey as she handed him a cup filled with sleeping potion. Harry took one sip and suddenly, for some strange reason, his body reacted very differently then it should have.

Harry felt sick, as if he was going to throw everything up. Well, he did. Madame Pomfrey looked at him in surprise, and took out her wand to clean up the mess, it couldn't help with the smell but he knew that would leave eventually.

Harry looked up at her and gaped; she stared at him and frowned. "That's never happened before has it Mister Potter?" she asked and Harry shook his head, his dark locks flying into his eyes.

The medi-witch frowned and went through the curtains, muttering to herself something about 'now what could have caused that reaction?' Harry stared at the pale curtains around his bed and felt very enclosed. He frowned, looked at his stomach, and looked back at the curtains.

He looked through the curtains to see his mother turned away from his father, who was glaring at her. He opened the curtain up a bit, and watched his mother and father, as the stubbornly refused to leave the battle field they created, neither one willing to lose.

"My parents have a looooong way to go.' Harry thought. Madame Pomfrey came back to Harry's bed and opened the curtains, catching Lily and James' attention. "Mister Potter, are you ill with pneumonia?" she asked and Harry stared blankly at her.

"Of course he's not!" James called, snapping at the medi-witch. Madame Pomfrey looked over her shoulder, gave him a stern glare.

"I was not talking to you, Potter; I was talking to this Mister Potter. There is a slight difference now isn't there?" she asked, and James shut his mouth tight.

James mumbled "Yes Ma'am," and Madame Pomfrey seemed to take this as a good enough apology for answering for Harry.

"No Madam Pomfrey." Harry said, wringing his blankets with his hands nervously, feeling a heat build up in his head as she sighed.

"Mister Potter, are you and Mister Malfoy sexually engaged with each other?" she asked and Harry blushed a brilliant red, to rival with a ripe tomato. Oh yes, he and Draco were sexual with each other. Draco was a bloody ravaging horn dog! Who wouldn't get pounced by him in less then ten seconds flat if they were his sexual interest?

"I'll take that as a yes." the medi-witch said, sighing and frowning. "Well Mister Potter, I don't know how to say this. Pneumonia and pregnancy are the only things that will cause you to throw up if you take a sleeping potion. If you are not sick, you're pregnant. Congratulations." she said. How she kept it calm, no one will ever know.


"… If you are not sick, you're pregnant. Congratulations." James heard, and immediately he felt faint, in fact he fainted right into Lily Evans' arms, but the world didn't go blank before he heard a "I told you so…"

'Damn you Lily Evans.'


Harry watched as James fainted and stared at Madame Pomfrey with a stupefied expression. "Pregnant? No, no, no!" Harry stuttered, amazed was not an emotion that he felt. Scared, unsure, wishing it wasn't making sense, maybe, but not amazed. Well, no, a good feeling was creeping into his treacherous mind.

"Yes, Harry." Lily said, and Harry's head snapped in her direction. "The orange glow. That was your body's magic protecting the child." Lily said, and Harry sat down by the pillows, in complete shock.

"Oh dear. Here Harry, have some chocolate." Madame Pomfrey said, handing Harry a big slab of chocolate which he took numbly. He broke off a piece and ate it methodically, hardly tasting it has it warmed his body up and calmed him.

Harry wasn't sure what to think, all he knew was right now he would like to wake up and find this all a dream. Unfortunately, he knew for a fact that he was awake. The cruel world.

"Miss Evans, maybe you should go with Potter to the Gryffindor dormitories and let Mister Potter rest." Madame Pomfrey said, and he heard his mother's mumbled reply. After that, though, he closed his eyes and blocked out everything else, wishing he could figure out how the heck he got pregnant. How was it even possible?

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