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A/N Thank you to all who reviewed! I'm happy to give you this next chapter.. and maybe you can guess a few things at the end -snickers knowlingly-


"Harry, wake up, Harry." Harry heard Draco's voice say to him through the groggy fog of his mind. Harry opened his eyes finally to Draco's nose close up to his face, and his grey eyes staring down at him.

"I'm up… what the bloody hell is going on?" Harry asked, feeling aches all over his body. Draco's lips curved up into a small smile, confusing Harry even more. 'I didn't go to bed so soar… what happened to me? And how did Draco…' Harry thought. "Why are you here?" Harry asked, closing his eyes again before he attempted to get up.

Pain wracked Harry's abdomen, like someone had stabbed him there and healed it up carelessly. Wincing, he got up slowly, forgetting how close Draco was to his face. Pain soon shot through his head after his head came in contact with Draco's pale forehead.

Draco shouted out in surprise, and probably a little bit of pain of was laced in his shocked expression. "Harry!" he heard Hermione say somewhere in the background, while Draco steadied Harry's body with his hands.

"Don't worry yourself with Harry, Granger, I have this handled." Draco said, letting Harry adjust to sitting up. It was a position that should not have caused him so much pain, but the constant throb in his lower body was enough reminder that something had happened to him during his nap. Or had happened to his unborn child.

"Malfoy, it's not like you.." Hermione was about to protest before Harry groaned and tried to get up onto his feet, and action that took a lot more energy then it normally would have taken.

"Would someone tell me what the hell happened to me!" Harry half snapped half groaned. His temper was short right now, and even though he had a reason to be cross, it was more hormones going crazy again then anything.

Hermione looked like she wanted to answer but Draco opened his mouth first to answer Harry's angry questions. "The child was draining your energy; I had to perform a spell on you to get its magical energy balanced." Draco told him, but Harry just let out another pain filled moan.

"Does it have to hurt me so much?" Harry asked, getting up very slowly. Draco had to stand up to help Harry stand up. As Harry slumped over Draco's arm, trying and failing to hold himself up, Hermione stuck a cup in front of his face.

If Harry looked around himself instead of glaring at the sandy ground of the clearing he would have noticed a black cauldron simmering over a makeshift fireplace surrounded by clumsily placed stones which Hermione had made a pain relief potion for him in.

Harry took the cup and drank it cautiously, feeling the effects almost instantly. The first ache to leave was in his head, the second was his abdomen, which turned into a dull funny feeling. "You're pregnant, Harry, you're going to be in a lot more pain over the next eight months then you are now." Hermione said, taking the cup away from his mouth after Harry had drained it completely.

Harry then jabbed Draco in the stomach with his finger. Draco yelped and asked, "What was that for, Harry?"

"If I'm in pain, you're in pain… love." Harry said, his tone full of loving contempt. Draco laughed at Harry and ruffled his black hair, kissing him gently on the cheek. Harry grumbled, pushing his lover away from him and walking around, stretching his limbs as they protested his movements stiffly.

"Are we going now? Have I missed out on everything because I'm knocked up?" Harry asked, looking none to happy about his statement, even though it drew out laughter from everyone in the clearing they were temporarily calling home.

"No you haven't missed out on anything… the priest is a total loon, thinks we'll be staying for thousands of years… at least my mom and Severus, but I can tell you that won't be happening if mom has anything to do with it," Draco said moving his hand up to get his blonde hair out of his eyes.

It was then Harry noticed a small pink and purple flower in Draco's hand, and he was sure he had never seen a flower that looked like an oddly barbed star. "Draco… what are you holding?" Harry asked, and Draco just glanced at the strange object before answering.

"I'm a follower of Persephone, she's a spring child. The only excuse we could give him was that we needed to show Persephone a flower never before seen, one she can decide to keep in the world or not. This isn't easy for us you know… that Pankratios is one tough guy to deceive."

"Panker ratios?" Harry asked, not pronouncing the ridiculously absurd name correctly, he didn't care to figure it out. They wouldn't be around Ancient Greece for long.

"Pankratios, I'd want you to come back with me to the house but I have a feeling I really don't want to lie to that guy anymore then I have to." Draco said, sighing.

"You're staying for a bit though, right?" Harry asked, not wanting to give up meeting Draco safe and sound right away.

Draco nodded, and looked around the clearing and at the tents mounted on it. "Yes, but you guys really should try to get into the house. This can hardly be comfortable for someone in your condition." Draco said and Harry growled at him.

Harry was not going to be weakened because of this, if women could do it he could too! "Shut up, you git, I'll be just fine here. I expect you're afraid of breaking a nail mister prim and proper." Harry retorted back.

Draco glared at him but instead of tackling Harry like normal when he insulted him, he left it alone. This annoyed Harry to no end, he was not going to be some delicate flower because of his child, he was perfectly capable of doing things just as he always did. Well to a certain degree, he'd admit that on some level he was vulnerable to losing the child if he over did it.


James hadn't been bragging about his kiss with Lily Evans, something rather out of character of Mister Potter. For some reason he wanted to keep it secret, he wanted it to be special. He knew it hadn't been too much of a secret, but not talking about it and telling everyone about his victory over a lady was a change, and he thought he quite liked this change.

Harry had woken up a while ago, and he was in less pain now. "Be glad you didn't have to give birth to me." Harry told him, holding his stomach as his complexion greened a bit. James had to say, he was glad he was the father, not the mother of Harry Potter.

Pregnancy looked painful enough; he was starting to have a lot of sympathy for Lily. "I'm glad, very glad… Hey did you see Remus or Sirius around since you woke up?" James asked his son.

"No… go check in your tent." Harry told him curtly. Draco was sitting across from them and he sent James an apologetic look, but James was sure the young Malfoy was feeling more sorry for himself then anything.

James got up though to do just that, leaving the small circle the younger generation had set up around the fire. Hagrid took his place, squeezing in between Harry and Hermione, offering rock cake, kindly declined by everyone, even Harry was nice in saying no.

It seemed to James that Harry was always kind to the gentle giant. James couldn't hear a thing from the tent, assuming Remus and Sirius were up to nothing, he opened the flap and got an eyeful of Remus and Sirius snogging the life out of each other.

Sirius was the first to break off the kiss he'd been sharing with Remus, his red lips showing off the passion he and Remus seemed to be sharing at the moment. Staring at their friend they watched him fall to the ground with a loud clunk as his head met hard soil.

Only Remus looked shocked, Sirius was too busy laughing at the look on James' face to help Remus pick James up.

"What happened this time?" Ron called from the fire, and Snape just glared at them, not offering any help other then a nasty sneer. "He caught me and Sirius in a rather odd position.." Remus called over to them, a blush creeping over his face.

"What position would that be?" Draco asked, his smirk telling them all that he was finding this terribly enjoyable.

"Snogging." Sirius said with no shame, dragging his friend into the tent onto a blanket. "Remus get us some water, I've been waiting two months for this." Sirius said happily.

Remus just looked warily at Sirius before walking over to them for a cup of water. Remus got the cup silently and Draco chuckled to himself, Harry stared at him in a daze, and Hermione and Ron just looked weirded out by the news of Sirius and Remus snogging.

Only previous experience with Harry and Draco made their reaction less then James. It came as a shock to hear that Sirius and Remus had been snogging to Harry, but he soon found it made sense in his mind. Remus and Sirius were somewhat… clingy was a word he would use to explain their behavior.

He watched his godfather take the water and after hearing a slight splash in the tent his father shared with Sirius and Remus he heard James loud scream. Draco looked so amused it was almost frightening to Harry, Hermione was watching resoundly, and Ron was sharing confused and shocked looks with Harry.

The only ones who didn't seem to unfazed by recent events in the clearing were Hagrid, Snape, and Peter. Snape was uninterested and ignoring the students, Hagrid was busy feeding the fire, and Peter was just sitting there with out a clue on what to do with James out cold.

"IS EVERYONE I KNOW GAY?" Harry heard James Potter yell out from the tent and he was a tad annoyed with how James seemed to not be able to get around the fact people were interested in the same sex once in awhile.

Draco couldn't control his laughter anymore, he burst out laughing, closing his eyes tight as his mouth opened up to let out the noise. Harry looked at Ron again who shrugged. "It's a shock to find out that your best friend is interested in other guys when you thought they were straight, a very big shock." Hermione said, knowing how Ron had acted when he first found out about Harry and Draco.

"Well at least your father caught Sirius with Remus and not Snape, that's how I felt with him." Ron said, motioning his head towards the blonde beside Harry. Draco was used to Ron treating him like this, and even though most of the time he'd reacted to it, he chose to ignore it this time.

"If Snape caught himself with Sirius he'd jump off a cliff." Draco said, getting up from the fire finally. "And as much as I enjoy hanging with you losers, I have to go back to the house now." Ron glared and Draco as he got up and snogged Harry.

"I don't need a ride back; I'll get there on my own." he said with his head pointed in Hagrid's direction. No one stopped.

"Are you sure you can manage that?" Harry asked him as he left the clearing, but Harry was inclined to say something before he left him, Draco turned around, winked at Harry and started to walk away. "Of course I can, I'm me." Draco retorted leaving them finally.

"Stupid git." Ron muttered darkly, and they were all soon reminded about James and his new found discovery.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SO YOU STARTED A REALTIONSHIP? ONE DAMN DRUNKEN SNOG DOESN'T MEAN GO START SHAGGING EACH OTHERS' PANTS OFF!" James screeched.

"YOU COULD BE MORE—" they heard Sirius start to yell back at James but it was soon muffled out. Harry imagined Remus somehow stopped the crossfire with either a silencing charm or a hand over both his friends' mouths.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Hagrid's attention was completely on the tent and how silence was reigning supreme for a few moments now. Then James stormed out of the tent, glaring at all of them. "Did you know about them? Am I the last one to know about this as well?" he spitefully asked.

His hazel eyes were alight with anger and his face looked pale white turning quickly into a deep raging red.

"No…" Harry said carefully, he'd been confused about the knowledge Sirius and Remus had obviously at one point in there lives been more then friends. There had never been anything to suggest otherwise in his time… had there?

Hermione and Ron kept their mouths shut, seeing that James didn't really want an answer, he just wanted to yell. James let out a fierce grunt before stomping off into the woods, cursing along about how he'd been having a great day and then THIS happened.

"Guys, ever since this whole mess started happening… it seems like more troubles keep on coming up!" Harry said, looking put out.

"Harry, we've always had problems." Hermione pointed out, but Ron soon cut her off.

"Yeah but those only tried to kill us, these problems can be classified as normal!"

Harry laughed, thinking about how true Ron's statement was.


Pankratios knew there was something off with the gods, but he'd seen them arrive himself. It had been so awesome, so powerful, how could it have been anything but the gods coming to see a loyal priest for a stay in their lowlier world?

But soon Pankratios started to see where the gods could do powerful things, their followers knew next to nothing about the right ways to pray, the right ways to give sacrifice to the gods, or even the right rituals for the gods they followed!

Such insolence should not be tolerated, but the goddess tolerated it. Hades seemed to have a problem with it but Persephone was to gentle to be the real goddess. Or maybe she was in a good mood to be back in the world she so loved to paint.

Soon though he realized only Hades really understood what it was like to be divine through their many talks, and his wife was uninterested in any of the things they spoke about. So he went back to the temple in hopes to purify himself from his disgraceful doubts when he heard a loud rushing noise as the same thing that happened when the gods arrived happened all over again.

Purple lights and electric feelings shot through Pankratios' body as he watched another being step through the magic hole in the invisible air. He stared in awe as what could only be a god came through, and he knew instantly those gods had to have been lying to him, because this was power, and before his unworthy self.

He knelt down on his knees in reverence and awaited for the holy god to speak to him, he'd make those frauds pay for their insolent foolish bluffing.

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