Discalimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/N you may kill me for not updating. I'm sorry, I beg forgivness! I'll be updating this alot though cause I know I need to finish this one... which might take forever. But you readers have waited long enough for this story so I believe I should not make you wait any longer. Look for another post, cause I'm working on another chapter! mwhahah.


Harry took one look at Hermione's face and knew something was wrong, and her bottom lip was trembling as if she were in distress. "Hermione, what's happened?" he asked, looking around the Great Hall again and noticed a girl in Hufflepuff robes crying her eyes out as someone tried to comfort her.

"I'm sorry mate.." Ron spoke first; his blue eyes spoke sympathy in droves.

"We didn't know…" Hermione interrupted, Harry started to get a feeling in his gut that made it squirm and pull, nervousness boiling in its pit.

"Draco's sort of.."

"Well he's.."

"Gone." they both finished off, looking into Harry's face worriedly as the colour drained from it a bit.

"G-G-Gone? How can he be gone? Where is he? What happened? Did Voldemort, oh Merlin what did the Death Eaters do? Do they know about the baby?" Hermione stared at Harry confused, while Ron stared at his friend with a suspicious gaze. Harry had never acted like this before, ranting on and on without barely a space of breath in between.

"Ummm, no.. You see, Harry, Draco's been taken away by.." Ron was starting to say, before Harry interrupted him, growling in what could be seen as very unnatural.

"Let me guess, Voldemort came and kidnapped him." Harry said, eyes pinpointing on Hermione, the look he was giving her was not a healthy look, his vein looked like it was about to pop.

"No he didn't! He got caught in a time pocket that has most likely transported him into god knows where in time. There are no books on these things!" Hermione cried out, making Harry's angry look fall into one of a very scared look.

"He's caught in a time pocket? As in that time pocket that transported the strange animal that attacked us earlier?" Harry asked, wondering if he was hearing correctly. Three problems were flooding into Harry's mind, screaming at him in all corners of his brain, one: Dumbledore had told him he couldn't reverse it, two: he might never see Draco again, and three: without Draco, how would he raise a child on his own?

"Yes." Ron said in a hushed voice, waiting for Harry's reaction, figuring it would not, no it could not be a good one.

There was no reaction, well not really. Harry just dropped onto a seat at the Gryffindor table, stared across the Great Hall and, seeing Draco wasn't there at the Slytherin table, looked around, as if willing himself to believe it was one horrible joke.

Harry then let out a sob, and started to cry. He was blubbering one minute later, saying over and over again "What if I never see him again? How can I have a child like this? What if he never comes back, what if, what if," and then he sniffed, wiping his nose before more tears came dripping down.

Hermione put an arm around Harry and hugged him, rubbing his back trying to calm him down. She then looked up and caught Ron's eyes, and motioned for him to do something. She looked a little angry when he smiled meekly and shrugged, not sure what to do, and rose her leg a bit as if making to kick him.

Ron then sat down beside Harry and made 'helpful' suggestions. "Harry it'll be okay, I'm sure we can get him back, I'm sure Dumbledore will get him back, maybe you should go see Dumbledore."

Those words seemed to snap Harry's mind back into place, and he looked up from the floor with red eyes, but determination glowing in the green iris'. "Yes, we'll go talk to Dumbledore, and then we'll get Draco back. Come on lets go!" Harry said.

Harry then shot off for the teacher's table, who were huddled around each other talking quietly. Hermione smacked Ron upside the head. "Ow, what was that for?" Ron asked, rubbing his scalp.

"For your brilliant plan, now he's going to go off and rescue Draco. He's not in the right condition to go and be courageous right now! Do you ever think before opening you mouth, Ronald?" she prattled, glaring at him.

Ron's ears turned pink, and he snapped back, "It's not my fault he loves the ferret!" He was right on that one, he'd tried many times to knock sense into Harry and get him to leave the git. Draco had gotten Harry pregnant without Harry's permission as well! Why Harry put up with the self absorbed Slytherin, Ron would never know.

"Well you could have said something better!" Hermione countered, and before you knew it they were fighting again, hurling insults at each other, and totally ignoring what was going on with Harry and the teachers.


"James, what is your son doing?" Remus asked, craning his neck to look over the tall Sirius. James looked around, seeing Harry walk confidently up to the Headmaster and start speaking to him.

"I don't know." James said, not sounding like himself at all. He looked worried for once in his life, something his friends were not used to seeing on his face.

Sirius cleared his throat, and in an attempt to liven up James' down face, he said, "Let's go see what he's up to." But it didn't do anything. James hazel eyes were still downcast, and the inhuman frown was set on his face. It was inhuman because James never frowned unless a prank had failed.

"Okay." James replied, and followed Sirius towards the teacher's table, while Remus and Peter tagged along behind.

As they reached the teachers' little huddled group, they heard angry voices, loudest of all Harry Potter's. "We have to save him!" Harry was saying, before the older Snape cut him off.

"Mr. Potter, you seem too stupid to understand that if we go gallivanting off on a white horse to save our students without proper plans that we will get caught up in time elsewhere from where they are." Snape said, and James suddenly noticed something about the man, he seemed much more cold then he had ever been.

"Well Professor Snape, what do you suggest we do?" Harry replied in a snarky tone, and James wondered how his son could seem to hate Snape even more then he himself did. He found the git annoying, but that was pure hatred bubbling out of his son's mouth.

James had perked up somewhat, at the idea of finding Lily, and he was eagerly listening with Sirius to this conversation. He would do almost anything illegal if it meant finding Lily.

"I suggest you shut up and let the adults take care of this." Snape spat back at Harry.

"Professor Snape is right Harry, we need to make plans. History is going to be rewritten if they are in different times and act or influence anyone in that time. We cannot have that, what a paradox it would be! We would lose all we know now, and probably know a new world. You might not even be born if we cannot find your mother, and we cannot have that." Dumbledore said in a grave voice, looking at Harry with blue eyes that for once, did not twinkle.

Harry harrumphed, took a pose and wrapped his arms around his belly, frowning in an almost pouting way at the floor, as if admitting defeat. James didn't think any Potter would ever give up that easily, though.

And James was very right.

Review! I'm sorry for the shortness! I'm having problems writing this story... I am trying though!