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A/N I know lot a lot happened in this update, I'm just hoping it's not to much. My beta seems to think its good so, lets hope. Thank you for all the reveiws, if I had time I'd answer a few, sadly I'm preoccupied. :)


James prodded Harry's back, and when Harry turned his head over, following the sounds of Snape's light yet rushed footsteps, James asked what happened. "Draco and I were… Actually I was looking to kill Draco. I really should do something to him as punishment, it's his fault we're going to be fathers so early in life." Harry mused more to himself than anything.

"Uh, what does that have to do with that thing?" Sirius asked, looking at Harry with blue eyes. Harry blushed; he had gone off in a rant of his own thoughts and not answered the question.

"Nothing. Draco and I were having a talk, then that animal came out of nowhere.. I guess you could call it out of no where." Harry started and James cut him off.

"You're not making any sense, you know." Harry nodded to that statement; he didn't know how to explain what had happened, because he simply did not know exactly what had happened. He was very confused and thinking about it was starting to give him a headache.

"I'm just tired." Harry finally said, sighing. Sirius and James looked at Harry who seemed to be lost in another world and kept on an eye on him in case he decided to wander off from going to the Headmaster's office.

Once they arrived to Dumbledore's office, each sitting down in a chair while Snape threw the animal down onto the Headmaster's table and started to grumble about wasting his time with stinking animals.

Dumbledore looked the animal over with a frown, touching its head and looking into its mouth with care, in case the animal suddenly did something weird or magical. It did neither, and stayed stupefied like a normal animal would.

Harry looked up from the floor to see Dumbledore and Snape engaging in a very quiet conversation. Harry could not hear a word except for mumbling, until finally the stepped away from where the animal had been thrown down and Dumbledore began to speak.

"It appears to be a non-magical animal. I'm not sure what kind of animal, but at the moment it doesn't seem to be anything from this world. Harry, I think what happened with that spell not only brought a generation to this time, but also opened time pockets." Dumbledore said.

"Let me guess, the spell was cast from a bunch of crazed Death Eaters and those time pockets are set to trap me into them!" Harry cried, feeling all of a sudden very cranky, and very moody. James noticed the sudden swing in Harry's mood and wondered if a pregnant man really did get mood swings as well.

"No, from what has been reported from a few teachers, students have been seeing time pockets open up and suck something into them and then close again. These things are completely random; although this is the first time anything has come from the other side." Dumbledore explained gently, as if coddling a baby, receiving a glare from Harry.

Harry was about to let all hell loose on what he thought of not being informed about these time pocket things that seemed to be rather dangerous, and also his views on being treated like a baby, before James broke in.

"What is a time pocket, Professor?" James asked, eyeing a very pissed off looking Harry. He could almost feel the air around Harry cracking with uncontrolled power and rage, and he could most definitely feel it.

"It is a space between two times that if opened up to become wide enough, can suck you into that time. Normally time pockets are too small to cause any harm, but since Hogwarts is so old, many pockets lie around the castle." Snape said in a snarky manner, as if James was too stupid to know anything.

"Be careful because as of right now, we do not know how to reverse what has happened and how to retrieve a few of the objects lost. We lost a very good suit of armour last night to the Jurassic Period, I believe." Dumbledore said, as if trying to lighten the mood and tension between James and Snape.

Sirius suddenly looked up. "Sir, if someone was to say… fall into or get sucked into the time pocket, would they be stuck in that time forever?" Sirius asked, and Dumbledore's voice suddenly turned from light to serious.

"Hopefully not forever, but if the time pocket did not open again, then yes, forever. Until we find out how to open the time pocket with our own means instead of it randomly happening, we do not want anyone going near those pockets."

All three boys nodded, Sirius understanding, James getting the point but preoccupied with making sure Harry didn't blow something up, and Harry's angry nod, who looked annoyed and not at all pleased with being there at the moment.


James didn't know what was worse: and angry Lily Evans or an angry Harry Potter. After getting back the common room, Harry made a dash for the dormitory, and he could have sworn he heard something break when Harry slammed the dormitory door closed.

"What is wrong with him?" Remus asked, staring at James and Sirius as they sat down in front of the fire.

"Mood swings or something. He said he's not in a good mood and should be left alone for a couple of hours." James replied, thinking of the way Harry's eyes had flashed, very much like Lily's did, with anger. He felt very foolish for never seeing how alike the two were in some ways.

"Ha, mood swings? It's like he has something permanently stuck in his side!" Sirius said, earning him a round of laughter from his friends.

Lily and a girl with bushy brown hair walked up to them and sat down, and when James put his arm around Lily, she didn't shove him away, but she looked like it kept a lot to not sock him.

"Is Harry okay? I've never seen him that angry. And I saw Draco walking to the infirmary with a bloody arm. I don't think Harry would do that to him because he got him pregnant…" The bushy haired girl said.

"Who the hell are you?" Sirius asked, staring at her with curious eyes.

"She's Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends." Lily snapped, glaring at Sirius for all it was worth, she really did not approve of how rude he could be.

"I don't mind about him, lord knows I deal enough with Ron and Draco. Now if you do not mind, I would like a few answers." the girl said, earning a few stares that spoke volumes of what they thought of her.

"What gave you the right to order us around?" James asked, yet he made it sound light even still.

"If I don't get answers right now, I will find them out later, and I will annoy quite a few people for it and risk getting the common room thrown into chaos because of an emotional Harry." Hermione responded, and James wondered if it was worth not telling her.

After trading a look with Remus he decided it was not. And it was a good idea to inform people of what was happening, right? It didn't sound that good if someone were to be lost in a time pocket.

James and Sirius took turns retelling all that they had heard earlier, and all that they knew. Hermione left to inform more students of what was happening, and Lily rested her head on James shoulder rigidly, going limp a few minutes after with her red locks tumbling down his arm.


Harry had a relatively nice silent night. Mainly because as soon as he slammed the dormitory door and decided to take a nap on his bed, he was sleeping like the dead for the rest of the night.

But when he woke up, it wasn't the normal sick feeling that tumbled around in his stomach, it was the memory of what had happened to Draco and the fact he had never gone to see him yesterday, just acted like a child and thrown a temper tantrum.

He almost felt ashamed, but a more important matter was at need: the bathroom.

After curing his stomach, he vowed to find something that would help with the horrible morning sickness. He was tired of the churn that felt like a sea storm was raging in his stomach; he wanted something to bring him smoother awakenings.

Harry dressed quickly, changing from the robes he had worn earlier to cleaner ones, they held no warmth the other robes did, but he felt refreshed in them after washing his face in cold water.

Walking as fast as he could to the hospital wing, Harry wondered what he would say to Draco once he got there. Arriving to the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey would not let him see Draco for a few minutes while she checked his bandages and finally claimed the salve to be healing rapidly.

Walking up to Draco's bed, Harry sat down carefully, making sure he did not sit down on Draco, who grimaced as he looked at his arm. "If I'm lucky, this will not scar." he said, and Harry smiled. There was the vain Draco he knew and loved.

"You seem healthy enough." Harry commented, smoothing the blankets around him so they were wrinkle free. Of course Draco shifted his legs and created the crevices in the blankets once again.

Draco sighed and laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes, his skin looking normal enough yet Harry could see how much less red his lips were. His eyes had held a bit more gray the blue today, saying his mood to the world, and yet only a handful knew how to read them.

Draco spoke in a mellowed tone, "Yeah, but I don't feel that well. I lost a lot of blood according to the witch over there. I'm stuck in here until I can regain strength." Draco shifted again and looked at Harry through the slit of his eyes. "Speaking of strength, how are you holding up?" he asked, patting Harry's leg with his hand.

"If I don't find a cure for that damn morning sickness, I will be forced to have a never ending sleep or not sleep at all." Harry replied, smiling at Draco, who grinned back, only to pinch his thigh.

"Ow, what was that for?" Harry grumbled, rubbing the stinging thigh.

"Sleep and keep your health. I want my child healthy for when it comes into this world." Draco said.

Harry gave him an angered look. "Well then you can get fat and give birth to it then." Harry replied, and Draco smiled up at him impishly.

"Harry, you can keep that honour." Draco informed Harry, and Harry would have smacked him, but he didn't want to cause Draco anymore pain. Well, not that he gave into the urge at least.

Harry was also starting to get a bit upset about his weight gain as well, he wasn't going to enjoy being blown up like he blew up Aunt Marge in his third year. There was that saying what goes around comes around wasn't there? But Aunt Marge had still deserved to be blown up anyways.


Later that day found Harry and James walking to the Quidditch pitch in hopes of getting a good practice in for their feverish flying needs. James stared in wonder at the broom in front of him, Harry's firebolt.

Harry said he wouldn't fly to high, or to fast, in case he would get scolded for it by someone who would make him feel guilty about endangering his child.

While flying conditions had been safe, and coming back to the castle they had enjoyed in talking about flying techniques, they came to a great disturbance in the Great Hall. People were standing around in groups talking avidly, and Harry could see someone crying.

They reached the Gryffindor table, Harry running up to the red head, Ron, and Hermione. James looked at Remus and Peter, who seemed to be looking rather scared, and even Sirius had lost his normal joking attitude.

"What happened?" James asked Remus, who looked up with worried eyes.

"In the library a few minutes ago while you were out flying, a few kids were caught in a time pocket. One was Lily, the other was a Hufflepuff, Snape, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy." he said, and James stopped hearing everything around him.

Not even the noise in the background seemed as loud as the noise of not hearing Lily Evans voice anymore.

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