"NO!" He screamed and his eyes opened again to the waiting room, a very spotty healer looking scared to death. He breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a dream. His eyes snapped up to the healer, making him jump again.

"How is he?" He asked him straight and the healer nodded nervously.

"Follow me sir." He said and Sirius stood up and hurried along behind him, Crosby's head still on his shoulder as he slept on peacefully. They turned down a corridor and Sirius saw the healer who had been doing the operation standing outside a room with a large glass window.

"Is he alright?" Sirius asked as he reached him.

"Yes," Sirius suddenly felt like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "But..." His heart sunk once more.

"But what?" He blurted out.

"But he's still in delicate condition. If he's all right by this time next week, he should be ok. Though he'll need at least six weeks to recover. His wrist is fractured and his arm will also be have to put in a cast tomorrow or the next day, depends on him really." He said and turned to window. Sirius also looked and saw Harry still out from the anaesthetic, pipes up his nose, in his mouth and a drip in his wrist while the different colour mists hovered around him from different spells.

"He should wake up soon and he'll be moved to a ward so you can sit with him." He said and Sirius nodded and kept looking at his godson. Suddenly he remembered.

"Healer Olarf, what about the babies? Are they ok?"

"They're also going to be alright despite some serious spell damage that could have been fatal. I don't think it's going to permanently going to effect either of them, but we'll have to wait till they're born to see for sure."

"That's good, I think, what spell was it?"

"From the looks of it, some long distance apperation and quite a few strong stunning spells. You've got a pair of fighters there. Usually the foetus is dead in ten minutes." Sirius smirked.

"They get that from their mother and grandparents, ironically, they're probably the ones who cast the spells." The healer looked at him curiously. "They don't know he's pregnant, again." He hoisted Crosby up again to keep him from falling.

"Oh, if you don't mind me asking, why?"

"We recently, eloped, you could say. Mainly because they wouldn't have accepted the age difference if they ever found out. I'm guessing they found him some how but I get the feeling they still don't know who he's with."

"Why's that?"

"They haven't turned up to murder me just yet."


Sirius sat in the ward, staring at Harry and waiting for him to wake up, holding his hand (the one that was broken), and thinking how Harry had got out. James wasn't exactly easy to get escape when he wanted you there. He knew that from experience. He guessed Lily had helped, though that didn't make sense, it would mean she knew and she would be the one who was most likely to hex him to pulp.

As much as they both loved their son, she had always been more protective of Harry than James and had always been the one that had been there when needed her. When Harry had been four and James wanted another child, she had refused for another eight years until she was sure that Harry was happy and safe at Hogwarts.

When James had shunned Harry for an entire week, threatening to disown him when he had told them he was gay, even though two of his friends were and he knew it, Lily had been the one to support Harry instead, countering his threats with her own warning that if he disowned Harry, she would go file for divorce immediately.

Apparently, from what he had heard, she had also been the one that calmed him down when they found out Harry was pregnant with Crosby. Harry started to stir and his eyes opened.

"Hey love." Sirius said and kissed his forehead. He smiled painfully, the pipes no longer down his throat.

"Are they ok?" He asked hoarsely and Sirius nodded. "How long has it been?"

"It's about sixteen hours, the sun's going to come back up soon." He smiled and Harry's hand gripped his. "I was so worried about you. I never want to lose you."

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere for a long time." Crosby shifted and there was a yawn from over Sirius's shoulder. "Look's like your next visitor is awake." Sirius joked and turned Crosby around, sitting him on his lap.

"Ma." He stated sleepily and Harry looked at him with love and adoration in his eyes. Sirius smiled as watched the interaction between the two. It was always amusing to watch, despite how much he wished he had some sort of bond like that with his son. He knew it would never be possible. Harry had been talking to him almost every day since he was a four-month-old embryo. He just hoped it would at least be able to make up for it and not always be distant with Crosby.

He put his hand on the side of Harry's stomach where he was sure he wasn't touching the wound. Harry still winced in pain and Sirius jerked his hand away.

"I'm sorry!" He said quickly and Harry shook his head.

"It's not you, it's just a little bit sensitive around there right now."

"Yeah, I suppose since they had to cut it right open and t-"

"Stop, please, change of subject." Harry said loudly.

"Ok, read any good books l-"

"Hey, how long do you think it is till we can have sex again?" Harry asked, stunning Sirius.

"Harry! Crosby's right here." He hissed.

"Well I was just wondering."

"Hormones acting up again?"

"You wouldn't believe it." He huffed and Sirius laughed as Harry pouted.


Well done to everyone who realized it was a dream! I never planned to end it there, but it's a cliffy and as my old hetpenname, Cliffymaster, suggests, I love cliffies and couldn't resist it!

Anyway, I was planning on updating sooner, but got stuck with no internet for an entire week due to my mother lying to me again...grr.

Next chapter: Harry comes home and has an expected proposal for his husband...