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A/N I took forever to update this and there's not much of an excuse except that I was having problems and stress. But you don't want my excuses, you want my results! So here you are, a long chapter, Ten pages! Whoo hoo! Now go read and review and tell me how much this surprised you :P My Beta, Kai, was surprised so we're hoping you are to! Hehe. The James/Lily pairing was focused more on in this chapter but the next chapter we'll have more slash mwhahaha! Oh and as a quick note, I have endnotes in here because there was some confusion as to a few references I made. They are there to explain some technicalities.

Recap on Pairings: Harry./Draco, James/Lily, Sirius/Remus, Narcissa/Lucius, Ron/Hermione, and any others that happen to pop up in this story!


"You'll need to grab the follower of the false Persephone," the illustrious God told Pankratios. Pankratios took everything that the high god Zeus was telling him, knowing this would earn him the Elysian Fields in the after life for being a good servant to the gods.

"I want him brought to this temple, understand this?" Pankratios nodded his head quickly. Pankratios got up off his knees and watched Zeus' followers start to prepare with their magic. The impostors would get what they deserved for upsetting the gods; war.

Pankratios only had to take care of grabbing the fair-haired boy for Zeus; it was all too easy.


"Draco, dear," Narcissa said, trying to calm her son's nerves. He had come back to this awful plebeian home masking his unrest carefully. How Narcissa hated this horrible, dirty, ancient home. It was even affecting her son, even though in her time he had yet to be born.

"Mother, I'm fine. Harry's an idiot, is all. I will have to get used to worrying about him, unfortunately," Draco replied. Narcissa sat back down on the wooden chair, shifting because even with the cushion is was not as satisfactory as she would like. Severus refused to listen to her and magic a real leather chair.

Draco was leaning on one of the walls, staring off into space. Draco, what a wonderful name! She would be very happy with her son being named after a tyrant(1). Knowing this one little detail about her future son, who from her 'time' had not been born as of yet, would be helpful in pleasing Lucius early on in her soon to be marriage.

"He's a Potter. They're all pretty headstrong and idiotic," Narcissa commented, using the ancient Greek dialect she had been spelled to learn. She picked up her glass of wine, glad that this time had one thing worthy of her tastes. Draco nodded his head in agreement with her.

Narcissa stared at her son and frowned. Even with her attempt to cheer him up he was still showing off signs of being displeased. "What's wrong, Draco?" she asked softly, this time in English.

Draco looked up at her with surprise. She saw the look in his eyes; it was as if she'd surprised him by saying something he usually heard, but had not expected to hear this time.

"You know he's pregnant?" Draco asked. All Narcissa had to do was confirm her knowledge with a nod and another sip of wine. Placing the wine on the coarse wooden table she sat up straight, ready to listen.

"I have a bad feeling he won't take care of himself enough to keep the baby healthy. Yesterday might have proven that," Draco confided. Narcissa sighed and figured that where she was naturally a mother, this Mister Potter had some things to learn.

"I wouldn't worry, Draco. He'll find his way into things. It'll be fine once we get back to our time," Narcissa said reassuringly. Draco looked over at her to smile at her but all traces of contentment drained from his face into white.

"I beg to differ, nothing will be fine after you receive your punishments," a dark voice said behind her.


She turned around only to want to scream in horror. She held it inside because she knew that the worst thing to do at a time like this was to panic, although fainting was entirely appropriate.

James stormed out of the woods to find an eerie stillness around the temple. He frowned and followed the narrow path down to the town all the while raging to himself about stupid certain people and their damned homosexual tendencies.

He had thought he was getting used to his son being homosexual but oh no, Sirius and Remus had given him an extra special surprise! If Remus and Sirius were not his friends James would have been disgusted. But as they were his friends he knew that beyond the initial disgust was the fact he still, and always would, care for them.

James walked all the way to the ancient Greek city but found himself barred from the gates by soldiers. It was hard to convince them where he was going, but soon they figured it better to let him in to see the Gods then face the wrath of their Gods.

James found it hard to navigate himself along the city roads and many small houses. He soon found the market place where Hagrid and Snape had taken them a few days ago. From there it was easy to find his way among the many stalls that sold items he could barely put a use to.

James had momentarily forgotten his fuming over Sirius and Remus because of his attempts to find the house where Lily and the others were staying. It crept back in his mind from time to time along his small journey through the Greek city and then it fled altogether when he found the house where he had been only days before.

Where the flowers on the right side had been, there was only wilted black and brown reminisces of flowers. The veils that had seemed so vibrant to him were now dull. James got the chills from seeing the house and knowing intuitionally it was deserted.

James ran up the doorway in front of the corridor and ran into the house to find it bare of people. Moving into the kitchen he noticed a chair overturned but nothing else out of the ordinary. After walking into what Lily had called the andron(2), he found a bigger mess. Chairs had been broken, bronze cups were melted or smashed. A duel had taken place in here.

James ran up the stairs that he had not ventured up on during his first visit and ran into the room on his right. There he found a very antique looking loom, broken down the middle, with a flock of red hair flowing down it and a small pool of blood seeping onto the floor.

James quickly realized it was Lily leaning over the loom. "LILY!" he shouted and she lifted her head up. He picked her up by her sides and held her close to him for a second before he asked, panicked, "What happened? Where are you hurt? Where are the others?"

Lily groaned and leaned her head on his shoulders. "Shut up, James Potter; I got knocked over from the back by a pitcher," she indicated to it by shuffling the broken shards of pottery that lay on the wooden floor with her feet, "and I didn't notice anything until then."

"So the blood—?" James questioned but as Lily groaned again and fell down slightly he had to catch her and haul her back up to a comfortable holding position for him.

"It's from where the pitcher hit me on the head," she whispered. James could tell she was in pain and it was probably best to get her back to the camp where she could be healed with a potion.

"Do you think you'll be able to walk to the forest near the temple or am I carrying you?" James asked. He got a happy grin on his face despite the circumstances at the thought of being able to play the hero with Lily. Normally she'd have hexed him if he tried.

"I'm honestly not entirely sure," Lily replied with a grim expression. She tried to push herself up and was able to stand with a hand using James' arm as a stabilizer. Taking a step was a bit of a challenge for her but she would not give up as James helped her out of the room.

It soon proved a bit useless; James could tell because as they were going down the stairs Lily clung onto his arm and groaned again, holding the back of her head. James picked her up with surprisingly no complaints. Is she feeling all right? James asked himself as he carried her out of the darkening house.

The oil lamps that had lit the rooms were going out, and fast. The slaves were no where to be seen to replace the oil in them. Of course she's not alright! Her head was hit with a pottery pitcher! Idiot! James thought as he chastised himself.

He tried to move them around the city without gaining too much attention from passersby, but it was not easy as he was holding a limp girl in his hands and it was not an everyday thing that happened even in his time.

The worst he got in the city was dirty looks from some women and men, but he did not hit big trouble until he got to the soldiers.

"What are you doing with that girl?" one asked, but it sounded a lot like an order. Having a spear held at James' throat James managed to keep a cool profile. Shifting Lily in his arms he relieved the pressure on his right arm and moved her weight to his left. James was allowed a fast moment to think up a smart lie to respond with.

"It's one of Persephone's followers. She's sick and needs to be seen by the priest; I'm aware he's at the temple, am I incorrect?" James asked. He heard Lily whisper to him 'Good one.'

James had to admit, it was a good lie and he had delivered it well as an added bonus. The soldiers grunted and let the spears down and moved out of James' way. "No, you're right. He should be at the temple attending to his duties right now."

James nodded and without any thanks he walked away from them. "That little—" one growled but James closed his ears off to their insults. He was being rude but he felt he had every right to be.

"That wasn't very nice. The least you could have done was thanked them," Lily said to him. James snorted and walked up the hill, which would not have been as hard as it was if he had not been tired form walking so much and carrying Lily at the same time.

"I don't have to thank them; I'm right," James stated proudly.

Lily laughed and shuddered because laughing had caused her to move her head. When James noticed her shudder he thought about the headache she must have gotten from the contact of the pitcher to her skull. James kissed the top of Lily's forehead without thinking. "Potter, have you ever heard of 'killing your enemy with kindness'?" she asked with pain lacing her voice.

"Yeah, I never much cared for that saying," James responded with a smirk playing on his lips as the temple came in sight over the hill that the dirt road led to. Lily sighed and made a huffing sound.

"Might want to learn how to do it," she grumbled. James would have responded but he noticed that there was 'action' playing around the temple. There seemed to be men clothed in dark robes from their time moving around a bonfire in front of the temple.

James frowned and stepped off the path so he and Lily would not be noticed. He found a larger rock to lay Lily down on the grass as well as be hidden from sight. "What are you doing?" Lily demanded, her voice a little stronger.

"I'm going to look for a way to get to the woods without going near the temple. Look, but don't be obvious! Look behind the rock at the temple, there are wizards from our time there," James explained as he scanned for another route to take to the woods that would keep them covered.

Lily pulled her self to the side of the rock with some difficulty and peeked behind the rock. She let out a gasp and whispered with a bit of fear, "Those are Death Eaters!"

James had suspected that but had wished it was not true. He had been crouched but now he moved to his knees and hands, crawling like a dog to see behind the rock. Squinting, James could see one of the Death Eaters in black robes wearing a white mask.

"Shit," James exclaimed, glancing behind them and figuring the best way to avoid them was to head to the forest straight from this rock. With a bit of luck, the Death Eaters would not look their way. He was hoping that because of their distance, they were far enough to not be of interest to a bunch of Death Eaters, but they were not Death Eaters for no reason.

"What are they doing here?" Lily asked furiously. James had to admit he did not have the slightest idea of what they were doing here in the past with them. Lily looked at the woods from where she lay on the ground.

"I don't know," James replied, "but I'm betting they have the others." He and Lily shared a look and both imagined that they were thinking the same thing, Oh Joy.

"We can make it," she said with determination and picked herself up. James frowned and made to catch her in case she fell. "I don't need your help, just if I fall when we get into the woods catch me. I still have one massive headache," she told him.

James nodded dumbly and felt the adrenaline pumping through him, making him ready to run from danger. He did not reply, he and Lily just picked themselves up from behind the rock and made a run for the woods.

Their feet stamped on the ground in their rush but they did not hear any pursuits or curses being yelled their way. As they ran, James barely missed a small tree but Lily tripped over a seedling. She did not cry out but James was there to help her up and they stopped to listen around the forest.

James could not hear anything; all he heard was silence, perhaps a few animals here and there, but there was nothing to suggest wizards or humans in general had followed them. "You don't hear anything?" Lily asked as she caught her breath.

James shook his head, already adapted to having slowed down. He was ready to move on to the clearing. "Come with me," James said to Lily, and took her by the hand. The walked through the woods as James found himself having no clue where the clearing was.

"Potter, do you know where you're going?" Lily asked after awhile of wandering. She was looking at James with an exasperated, angry look. James sent her a knowing grin but she did not seem pleased with him.

"Well, I sort of stormed off—" James replied, remembering why he had been so angry earlier. Remus and Sirius; if we ever find the camp I'll murder them both for keeping their real relationship a secret form me!

He didn't have much time to think of his anger as Lily was giving him one of her death glares. "You hot headed idiot! You don't just storm off in a wood that does not have a marked trail because you're angry. No wonder we're lost!"

"We're not lost!" James protested.

"Potter, we are lost."

James sighed and took a glimpse of their surroundings; maybe he could wing it and get them back from memory. He sighed when he realized that nothing looked familiar around here.


Harry noticed Sirius was looking at the trees again. James had left them a long time ago and had yet to come back. It was starting to get darker outside and time was running thin. "Still no sign of him, Sirius?" Harry asked calmly.

Sirius moved his head slowly to look at Harry. "Nope. No sign. I bet that idiot's gone and gotten himself lost."

Sirius would have said this in a lighter voice, Harry thought, if he was not worried and upset about how James had left. Harry wanted nothing to do with his father and Sirius' friendship; he wanted to believe his father was not too much of an idiot to throw his friendship with Sirius away over his sexual preferences, but from what he had seen he was not sure he could believe that.

"Potter, we are lost," was said from the other side of the clearing and Harry recognized it as his own mother's voice. Sirius jerked his head in the voice's direction and Remus got up off the clearings ground and moved over to the trees on the other side of the fire.

Remus did not seem to have to walk far until Harry heard, "REMUS!"

"Was that my mother or my father?" Harry asked Sirius. Hermione and Ron were not paying any attention now that they could tell James had come back. Harry bet it was the safest route to take rather then get involved.

"I think it was Lily; James' voice isn't that girly," Sirius said, his straight face a little unnerving to Harry. Ron snorted but still kept quiet.

Harry nodded and looked over to where the tree were being pushed aside to reveal Lily's bright red hair and James' unhappy face. Remus came up behind them with a tired look on his face.

Snape, who had been checking the cauldron over the fire, looked up at the trio. "Oh wonderful, Potter; you have finally decided to join us again," he commented sarcastically.

James did not respond but Harry bet he was thinking 'sod off' or even more creative insults. Snape stared at Lily for a second and then sighed. "Evans, why are you here?" he asked with a sigh.

"We had a problem, although it doesn't seem to be the only problem," she commented, looking at James and Remus with a curious glance.

"Potter was just informed earlier this afternoon about Black and Lupin's horrid coupling. Now what is your problem?" Snape said bluntly, looking satisfied as his statement had received angry glares from Sirius and James both.

"The others were taken, we think by Death Eaters," Lily said, and that was all Harry had to hear to know Draco was in trouble. Hermione and Ron looked as if they were getting ready to jump on Harry and tie him to a tree to keep him rooted to the clearing.

Snape looked at her with his black eyes and narrowed them. "Are you sure Miss Evans?" he asked. By the look of Sirius' reaction he was stunned Snape could say something as polite as 'Miss'.

Harry's mother did not seem phased by it at all, though. "Well at the temple there are Death Eaters and I was hit with a pitcher from a gust of wind at the house in the city."

Snape looked into the cauldron before he stalked to Hagrid's tent and opened the flap. Harry could now hear Hagrid's loud snoring; the tent must have had a silencing charm placed over it.

"Hagrid, wake up; we have a situation," Snape snapped. Harry was about to get up but Hermione had grabbed his shoulders and Ron made a lunge for his feet. Harry looked at them both, startled.

"What is wrong with you two?" Harry asked. He looked alarmed by their reactions to him just getting up. Ron let go of Harry's feet slowly, his ears tinting pink because he was aware of how he must have looked.

"You're not going to run after Draco," Hermione said, and how she said it really meant 'Do not argue with me or else.' Harry had not been entertaining the thought to rescue Draco right away, but he had wanted to ask Lily about the red patches on her Greek dress.

"Lily, why is there blood on your… shirt?" Remus asked before Harry could. James seemed to come out of his state of anger at the mention of Lily being hurt.

"She got hit on the head; she needs to be looked at," James said, all the while glaring at Sirius as if it were his fault Lily had been injured. Sirius returned the glare. Lily looked at the two of them and Harry could tell she was just itching to tell them to settle whatever fight they were having.

"Hagrid, GET UP!" Snape yelled from the tents and caught everyone's attention. Hagrid shot up and Harry could make out the edge of Hagrid's head on the tent.

"What do ya want, Snape? I was having a great snooze," Hagrid said tiredly. Snape only seemed to want to bash someone over the head. Harry could only be happy Snape was suffering in no small amount.

"Hagrid, the other students have been captured by Death Eaters, we have a student injured, and you are off sleeping," Snape growled. Hagrid bellowed 'WHAT?' and was out of his tent. Harry laughed as Hagrid had stood up in his tent and ripped it out of the ground.

Pulling the sheet off his head Hagrid threw it to the ground and was looking around wildly. "Where are they, where do we go?" Hagrid asked, suddenly all too attentive and serious for Harry to believe it was Hagrid.

"First we heal Evans and then we make a plan," Snape remarked, walking over to Lily with his wand. James looked like he wanted to kill Snape for even going near her but all Snape did was heal Lily's head.

"Relax, Potter," Snape said highly, smirking that he had made James upset. Lily smiled and thanked Snape, which only infuriated James more. Lily smiled at Harry and made her way over to the fire, patting her head.

"They're hopeless," Hermione whispered behind Harry. Harry had to say, he quite agreed with her. Harry sat back down, looking at Ron as he gathered himself up off the ground.

"You know, I wasn't going to go blindly after Draco. I'm not that stupid," Harry said, wanting to give himself some credit. Hermione only patted his shoulder.

"Harry, he's been caught by Death Eaters," Ron said and the words finally sunk in for Harry. Memories floated of his parents being killed and the muggle man he had seen before Voldemort returned.

"Ron, shut up!" Hermione hissed, as if trying to make sure he did not say anything to get Harry worked up.

It was useless, however, because Harry was already thinking of all the horrible tortures Draco could be going through and his mind was going into over drive. He was becoming as bad as when Draco had been taken through the time pocket. "We have to save him!" Harry exclaimed loudly, earning him the small group's attention.

"Potter, you're not going anywhere," Snape ordered, glaring at him.

Harry was about to get defiant when Hagrid spoke. "Yer no use to Mr. Malfoy worked up, Harry," he gently reminded him and Harry sat back down, defeated. Lily sat down beside Harry and gave him a comforting smile and a squeeze with her hand on his.

"Don't worry; we will think of a plan calmly and rationally. Then we can finally go home after all of this fiasco," she said gently and Harry was overtaken with a strong emotion to hug his mother, something he had never had a chance to do in his life.

Harry grabbed Lily around the waist tightly. Lily did not object to his actions, though, and just let him hold on to her. "He's had a rough month," Hermione explained but Lily did not seem to care.

"Well I'm sure I do this with him in the future, I am his mother after all." Hermione looked at Harry with worry, knowing he was liable to start crying at any moment now. Luckily Harry held his own and did not let the truth of Lily's future out. Harry honestly wanted to but right now all he wanted to do was sleep again.

"Well now that you've had a mother and son bonding, could we get on with the planning?" Snape growled out, breaking any moment that Harry had been having with his mother.

Ron muttered 'bastard' under his breath and gave Snape an icy glare. Hermione let it slide, thankfully. Harry let go of his mother and smiled at her, getting up with Hermione and Ron to ask Hagrid and Snape how they would go about this.

Harry heard Lily sigh and then he heard her say, "Potter, Black; get over your idiotic spat then kiss and make up."

"NO!" they both cried. Harry looked back at them to see them both staring at each other in horror, Remus hiding his face with a hand and trying to hide his laughter, Peter's confused face, and Lily's frustrated face.

Remus spoke up to end the confusion, "You know she didn't mean it in a literal sense!"

Hermione spoke again from her place beside Hagrid. "They really are hopeless." Snape looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Why Granger, why do you sound so surprised?"


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Endnotes: (1)- A lot of people label Draco as meaning Draconis, the Latin name for Dragon and a star constalation. This would make sense only I happen to think Draco is named after an ancient Greek tyrant, Draco. So that's just my explanation for this paragraph. Draconis is overused to me, seeing as Draco and Lucius were both names of Emporer's (Lucius-Roman) I think it makes sense. I could be wrong but I haven't read anything about Draco's name supposed to be meaning "Draconis" (I did check it up!) so if I'm wrong, I apologize.

(2)- an Andron was the equivalant of an ancient Greek living/drawing room. Men would entertain guest's in here and it was considered a "man's" room. An ancent Greek household was typically divided up into where the men's quarters were and where the women's quarters were.

And lastly a huge thank you to me reviewers! I thank you for waiting this long, and I am sorry about this. Thanks to MistyShimmer Really? Well James will learn to warm up to it in this story, he had no choice, inumoon3 I am very sorry this story took so long to update, I know you were the one who requested MPreg so very long ago and I just make you wait for the end result ;( I am sorry about my pace, SeverusSnape'sLove, UK All The Way I thought it was a brilliant line too :P, Lady-Draconian-Sapphire You'll see why they are in ancient Greece, there is a reason to it! So it is helping the sub-plot and the story, just so there is no confusion, volleypickle16, D/H, wicket willow for reviewing. :)