A/N I Own Nothing

I've been working on this chapter for so long. And I'm truly, very sorry.

ArchiveOfOurOwn – Once_Upon_A_Potter

Weeks 9-12

Albus Dumbledore, had given up hope of Sybil Trelawney becoming the next Divination Professor, she didn't seem to know much about the subject. She had a remarkable love for predicting deaths. Then her bug like eyes glazed over, and she started speaking in a raspy voice.

He would keep this information to himself for as long as possible.

And, maybe, just maybe, she did have some potential.

Week nine

The ninth week, they had found, was the worst for his morning sickness. They found this out in the middle of the night, when he was hunched over the toilet, and Lily was running around the house, trying to find the pregnancy safe stomach soothers she had bought. She reentered their bedroom, as he was laying back down.

xXx

The nineteen yearold was tapping her nails irritatedly on the Weasley's table. Lily Potter was at yet, another Order meeting. She understood that Dumbledore wanted to end the war, but this seemed a bit ridiculous. There hardly ever was anything to talk about. Then, Dumbledore stood from his chair.

Well, at least she could floo home today, instead of driving.

Week Ten

"What, is that smell?" Lily asked, gagging slightly, as she walked into the kitchen the next morning.

"Good morning to you, too." James answered, sarcastically, voice muffled by what looked like a medical mask, shutting the fridge door with his foot. He dropped a sponge into the sink, and picked up a full garbage bag, taking it outside. "Something," he said, spraying lilac scented, air freshener, "Spoiled in the fridge a couple weeks ago." He finished, taking the mask off, and the yellow rubber gloves.

"I get the gloves, but why the mask?" Lily asked, bending down to pick Crookshanks up.

"So that I could open the fridge without vomiting." He answered flatly, "And, so I could use bleach somewhat safely." He added, turning to start putting the food that hadn't spoiled, back in the fridge. "How'd the Order meeting go last night?"

"Well…" Lily started, fidgeting. "You know Sirius' younger brother? Regulus?" She asked.

"MmmmHmm… What about him?"

"He… He was found dead, by the muggle police." Lily answered. "We think he did it, but, why would he drown one of his follower. It's not his style…"

"Where is he?"

"Huh?"

"…Sirius. Where is he?" James asked, turning around, to look at her.

"Oh! He's with Remus." She stated. "Honestly, I couldn't tell how he felt about the news. He didn't seem too broken hearted."

Turns out Lily was, in fact, right. Sirius didn't really care (Just another deatheater gone, right?).

xXx

Week eleven

"Alice!" Lily exclaimed, gently hugging her friend, after being let through the Longbottom's floo. "How's little baby Longbottom doing?" she asked pulling away.

"Well, I'm twelve and a half weeks along. Healer Greengrass found that I wasn't as far along as first thought." Alice told her, after making her sit on the couch across
from the fireplace. "Instead of June 30th, I'm due July 21st."

"What about you? Any luck trying?" An elderly voice asked.

Lily looked to the chair in the corner, and blinked when she saw Lady Augusta Longbottom sitting there, with a book on her lap, and her big red purse on the floor
beside her. How had she not seen the woman before, she wondered. It wasn't as if she was hiding.

"Actually," She started, looking from one person to another. "That's why I came here,"

"You're pregnant!" Alice exclaimed excitedly.

"No," Lily stated, watching as her friends face fell into confusion. "Not exactly."

"Adoption?" Alice asked, perking back up. "Surrogacy?" The womans eyes widened. "… You… aren't planning on… kidnapping a child, are you?"

"Wha... NO! Wha- Alice!" Lily exclaimed, wide eyed. "What the hell?"

"Well, there are all these… stories going around, of couples kidnapping children when they can't have their own." Alice explained.

"Especially couples in your situation. Who need an heir." Frank continued.

Lily was shaking her head, eyes wide in disbelief, throughout all of this. "NO! I would- We would… We would never do that!"

"Good." Alice told her. "I never doubted you."

A sigh came from Augusta. "Male bearers run in the Potter line." She started, the other three looking to her, two in contemplation, one in surprise. "In fact, Charlus and Dorea contemplated taking the potion, before Dee got pregnant with little James."

"Dee…who's…?" Lily whispered, in confusion.

"Dorea." Frank stated. "Mother used to call Dorea, Dee. They were good friends I Hogwarts, you see."

Lily nodded.

"Well?" Alice started, she was practically vibrating. "Don't keep us waiting! Is little baby Potter happening? You're not pregnant, so is James pregnant?"

Lily nodded absently. "Little baby Potter. Coming to our lives, August first."

Alice squealed, starting to bounce. Lily often wondered, how this woman has so much energy. "They're going to be in the same year at Hogwarts! Probably even the same house!" She suddenly gripped Lily's upper arm. "They could even have the same birthday!"

"I- I wouldn't go that far." Lily stated, flatly. "Friends? Maybe. Probably. Birthday twins? Not as probable. Unlikely."

"Oh, Come on!" Alice exclaimed. "Everyone knows, Male Bearers give birth early!"

Seriously, Lily thought, as Alice started bouncing in excitement again, How can one woman have so much energy?!

xXx

Week Twelve

"I don't look too much like a woman, right?" James asked his wife, turning to give her a better look as he stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, Lily on the bed, book in one hand, the other petting her Crookshanks, who was purring quite loudly.

She froze, Crookshanks headbutting her hand trying to get her to pet him again, as James turned around, looking at her expectantly.

"Well?" He prompted, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh… well…" Lily stuttered. How could she answer this, without causing pouting. In all honesty, he has always been rather feminine, even more so now though. Especially with breasts some women could only dream of having (Though, she would never say as much. She didn't have a death wish!), and the bump, that, if he wore anything but, his zip up jacket that was two sizes too big, was rather obvious. And obviously a baby bump. "…No?"

"Really? Honestly? Are you sure?" He said, catching her hesitation.

"No."

Sure enough, this caused a night of pouting, and mild glaring, though he forgot all about it the next day. Especially when she had used the 'Birthday girl' excuse. As in, 'you can't be too mad at me! I'm the birthday girl!'

A/N For those who have read the 'Harry's a Potter! But, wait! he's not actually a Potter! Lily and James kidnapped him!' stories.