Before I start this chapter, go and check out the fantastic story, 'A Happy Accident: 70 Years,' by the wonderful Njchrispatrick. It is where the inspiration for this story came from. If you notice any similarities between the stories, I do have permission to use them.

"There is one thing that we need to talk about, regarding the sperm that you have chosen." Dr. Hannigan steepled his fingers on his desk, casting serious eyes on the anxious couple in front of him. James stiffened slightly, eyebrows furrowing. Lily gently placed her hands on her stomach, where her three month old baby was currently growing, as if she was shielding it from the bad news with them.

"Has something gone wrong with it?" James asked, the picture of calm. On the inside, though, his insides were twisting themselves into an impossible knot, so complicated that even Lily's hairbrush wouldn't be able to solve it. "Please tell me it's alright."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with the child, quite the contrary. What I'm going to tell you today is only good." James sagged in relief, while Lily smiled softly. She was more radiant than ever. "Your child is going to be the picture of health, I guarantee it."

"How can you tell?"

"Remember when I told you about Dr. Abraham Erskine and his experiments with the Super Soldier Serum?" They nodded in confirmation, and Dr. Hannigan continued. "Do you also remember how I told you how I wasn't sure how it would manifest in your child?"

"Have you found out?" Lily gasped, eyes wide. Even though she knew there was nothing to fear, her hands were shaking slightly.

"Indeed I have, Mrs. Potter."

"I've told you to call me Lily."

"Of course." He retrieved a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to James.

"This is good right?"

"As I said before, this is excellent news. The Super Soldier Serum may manifest in your child later in its life, or it may not. Even if it doesn't, your child will be perfectly healthy. The possibilities of it having any diseases are infinitesimal."

"I'm just so glad we decided to go with Steve Rogers."

"I'm glad you think that."

James spoke. "If it does inherit the serum, what kind of things can we expect to see?"

"Now you're asking the good questions. Well, the first thing you will notice is a rapid growth in height, almost an overnight change."

Harry grasped onto the side of the bench, desperately trying to keep his balance. Every step he took left his head feeling dizzy and fuzzy, like someone had stuffed cotton between his ears. It felt like someone had shoved a crowbar under his skin and was forcing him to grow. He could feel his body stretching outwards and upwards, an incredibly uncomfortable sensation that left him feeling disoriented and the smallest bit panicky.

He didn't know what was happening to him. Every step he took was one into the unknown realm, a realm where there was no rhyme or reason. How could he be growing? Even in the wizarding world this wasn't a possibility. He'd long since ruled out the possibility of it being a prank from Ron or George.

Sweat began running down his neck in rivulets, mixing with the tears somehow leaking out of his eyes. Both were beyond his control. Why did everything seem like it was beyond his control? If fate were person, Harry was sure that he would have been its plaything.

Unable to take it on his own anymore, Harry grabbed his wand and turned on his heel, instantly being sucked into a compressing vortex. It probably wasn't the best decision, as the pain that ripped through his body was beyond anything he'd ever felt. A thousand white hot knives were being stabbed into his skin, while monsters with razor sharp claws slashed and tore at his insides. He landed on the floor of Ron and Hermione's little house biting his tongue, refusing to scream out.

Heavy footsteps reached his ears, but Harry could barely hear them through the rain wracking his body. It was all he could do to not let go on consciousness right there and then, to hold onto it. He vaguely registered arms dragging him upwards and onto a couch, a pillow gently being placed under his head, which lolled to the side. That didn't matter, though. His entire world was pain.

"―rry! Harry!" Hermione's frantic voice, muffled by agony, punctured the haze. "Harry!"

Violent shivers tore through his body, and he wasn't sure if he was trembling from the pain or is someone was grabbing his shoulders and shaking him around. He didn't know which one was a preference. Both of them felt like he was a small item being tossed around in a particularly enthusiastic washing machine.

Stop!

"Stop!"

And suddenly, the shaking and shivering ceased, so abrupt that Harry had to question if it was even happening in the first place.

"Harry!"

He cracked his eyes open and his entire vision was bombarded by Hermione. Well, more like he was bombarded by Hermione's bush of hair. She was kneeling down right next to him, her face inches from his. A stutter ran over his heart, before calming down. Hermione was here, and Ron was hovering in the background. Maybe they would be able to help him find out about what the Hell was going on with him.

After the pain subsided, of course.

"Are you alright? What happened?" There is was. The questions began.

Wincing, Harry pulled himself into a sitting position, not unaware of how his body felt substantially heavier than it did before. His limbs felt longer, out of his control, like a lanky baby giraffe attempting to walk for the first time. "I'll be alright soon."

"That's good." Ron flopped down onto the couch next to him, chucking a fluffy blanket onto his lap. Harry just stared at it, having no idea what to do with it. Hermione frowned at both of them before spreading it out over Harry, ignoring his weak protests. "Just keep it on, mate. She's become obsessed with blankets lately."

"They help when you're sick."

"Well, it's making me overheat." The sweat on his forehead increased, not that Hermione seemed to notice. Harry shrugged the blanket off, bundling it up and giving it back to Ron.

"Okay, you don't like the blanket, I get it," Hermione huffed. "But what happened to you? When you got here you were screaming. And not a little, fake one too. It sounded like your nightmare screams. Oh, sorry." She was silenced by a sharp glare from Harry, his eyes suddenly cold. "Okay, let's not talk about that. What happened."

"Ron, could you stand up, please?"

"Why?"

"Just do it, please."

Ron stood, clearly puzzled. Harry followed, struggling slightly with the nausea in his head. At first, he was slouching, but when his back straightened, he was at least three inches taller than Ron. And Ron was tall.

"Now do you see my problem? I've grown a foot over night!" Ron was gazing up at Harry―and wasn't that a strange thing to see―with startled eyes, mouth agape and arms limp at his sides. He reminded Harry of a particularly startled codfish. "I can barely walk without tripping over my own feet, and everything is tiny!"

"I….How?" asked Ron. "This is impossible."

"Well, we all know Harry, don't we?" chuckled Hermione. "The impossible has never applied to him." She walked next to him. "I don't even reach your shoulder! This is incredible." His pain seemed to have completely slipped her mind. So, when she grabbed onto his arm to examine it, causing him to give a sharp hiss of discomfort. Regret flittered across her features, but it was warring with her usual curiosity and fascination.

Harry sat back down, head spinning. It was good thing he sat down, too. If he hadn't, he would have collapsed right there and then. "I have no idea what's happening to me." Even to himself, his voice sounded broken, a shadow of his usually jubilant tone.

"Nor do we." Hermione and Ron sat down on either side of him. It was the first day his appearance had changed all over again, them comforting him and Harry breaking down. "We'll find out though. You're not alone in this." She bit her lip, looking slightly guilty.

"Just say it."

"Is there anything else that has happened with this growth spurt?"

"Well, that isn't exactly bad," James said.

"I did say that there was only good news today, remember, James."

"Yeah, I know."

Lily cut in, before her husband became a fully fledged worrywart again. "What else may happen?"

"Well, as you know, the serum gave Steve Rogers superhuman strength. I think, if it manifests in your child at all, that it won't be as potent, but it will definitely be stronger than the average human. If I had to hazard a guess, I would put it at around three quarters of Steve Rogers's strength if it's a male and half if it's a female."

"So, how strong are we talking?"

"Quite strong." Lily raised an eyebrow at the half truth. Dr. Hannigan winced. "Okay, freakishly strong, even if it's diluted."

Lily nodded in satisfaction.

"No, not that I know of. I'm still trying to deal with the fact that I grew a bloody foot overnight!"

"I understand." She paused for a minute, before her eyes lit up with a fire fueled by curiosity. Harry found himself gulping and trying to disappear into himself. Unfortunately, because he was now the tallest in the room by far, that was impossible. It didn't stop him from feeling like a turtle without a shell, though.

"Should I be a bit worried?"

"Yep," was Ron's succint reply.

Hermione glared at them in mock offence. "You'll be fine. I do have a few theories that I would like to test out, if you're up for it. Best to do it now, while the changes are still taking place, I think. Also, don't perform any major magic while this," she flapped her hands around his whole body, "is going on. Especially apparating."

Harry gave a dry chuckle. "I learned that one for myself the hard way. I won't be doing it any time soon, don't worry."

"Are you up for it?"

"Yeah, sure. Nothing huge, though. I still feel a bit wobbly." True, he was leaving out the fact that his bones ached and his muscles felt like someone had used a hammer to crush them. No matter. There was no need to worry Hermione and Ron further. He certainly didn't want to put a damper on their engagement with his achey bones.

"Okay." She clapped her hands together, eyes gleaming with undisguised ambition. All of a sudden Harry felt like a rabbit, while Hermione was a deadly, dangerous snake. "Harry, you stay right there. Ron, please go and get my notebook from my desk. Be snappy about it." Ron shot off like someone had sent a stinging hex at his backside, disappearing into Hermione's study. He'd moved into her place, as Hermione refused to live in the Burrow, as much as she loved the haphazardly cobbled together home.

Oh, if there was one thing they were both very familiar with, it was Hermione's ice cold frustration when things went wrong with her studies, homework and theories. When things went wrong, she tended to stew, eyes flicking about and mind working a million miles a minute until she came up with a plan to solve said problem. Best to just do what she said and hope for the best, that they wouldn't be coming out the other side completely changed people. It hadn't happened before, but the two of them never took any precautions.

Harry stayed on the couch while Hermione also disappeared into her study. She soon returned with a small beaded bag, similar to the one she carried during the war, save for the fact this one was a light violet instead of a dark purple, and the strap that went around her shoulder was a braided leather. She tapped it with her wand and put it down on the ground.

To say Harry was puzzled was an understatement.

As Hermione began speaking, Ron returned and handed her a small leatherbound notebook. A quill jumped out of it and began flitting around in the air, ready to record everything that was being written.

"I want you to try and lift that."

"It's got a feather light charm on it?" Harry was beginning to think that Hermione had gone mad.

"Yes, I know. Just lift it."

"I don't see how this is going to help."

"It just. Just lift it." Her eyes were beginning to narrow dangerously.

So, even though Harry couldn't see the point of it, he stood and picked the bag up by its strap. It was slightly heavier than he was expecting, weighing around the same as a large container of yoghurt. He slung it around his shoulder and shrugged.

"Yeah, it's a normal bag. What was the point of getting me to lift it?"

He then noticed how Hermione was absolutely slack jawed, her eyes bugging out. He didn't know what was so amazing about picking up a bag, but knowing Hermione, there was something about it she had hidden from him.

"I spelled it so it weighed half of its actual weight, Harry," she said slowly. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.

"And how much is that?"

The answer was a whisper. "Two hundred kilograms."

Both of them were silent, Hermione in contemplation and Harry in shock, his mind understandably blank. Then, it was shattered when Ron let out an impressed whistle and began clapping slowly, clearly impressed.

So much for weighing the same as a normal container of yoghurt, Harry thought in complete and utter exasperation.

"Is there anything else?" asked James, now quite enthralled with the serum, even if he didn't understand how it worked, nor how the muggles from fourty years ago were able to make something so...amazing. There really was no other word to describe it. Maybe he should start learning more about the muggle world and what they were capable of. It was thanks to them that he was having a child, after all. And were the tales Lily had told him about travelling to the moon really true? He'd thought they were just that, tales, fantastical stories, but now he wasn't so sure.

Dr. Hannigan gave them a knowing smile. "Yes, there are many other things. Would you like me to list them off?"

"Yes, that would be nice, thank you," said Lily.

"Well, you're going to be here a while, so you might want to get out the popcorn." He only received blank stares. "Maybe tea?" Now the couple in front of him was just confused. Dr. Hannigan sighed. "Alright, let's start again. The next things that will manifest are sharp relfexes, along with excellent agility, both of the mind and body.

"Just how sharp are we talking?"

"Well, say someone tossed a knife at you. Would you be able to catch it?"

"Of course not. That's a ludicrous question." Lily's common sense won through, but wonder was seeping in. Just what would her child be capable of if this serum kicked in?

"Well, your child would be able to."

"Mate, that's bloody awesome!" exclaimed Ron, rushing over. He took the bag off Harry's shoulder and it instantly plummeted to the floor, landing with a loud 'crunch!' He tried to yank it off the floor, but it didn't budge. He laughed in disbelief. "This is great!"

"I guess so." Thought his tone sounded morose and let down, Harry was actually feel quite intruiged by what was happening to him. He wouldn't quite call it excitement, more like a creeping curiosity that would slowly overtake him, like the idea of teaching the DA back in his fifth year at Hogwarts. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, for once, his exponentially bad luck would be useful for something other than getting him into shitty situations.

"Stop messing around," chided Hermione. She tied her hair back, causing it to look like a brown bush was exploding out the back of her neck. Her eyes were bright now. Oh, dear. She was completely consumed by what Harry liked to call the 'research fervor.' There was no stopping her now. She handed her notebook to Ron.

He watched in morbid fascination as she walked into the kitchen, towards the knife block. With a scraping noise, she took one out and tapping it with her wand. A feeling of foreboding crept up Harry's back. Exactly a second later, the knife was rocketing through the air towards him, a deadly projectile. His hand snapped up and caught it by the handle, a subsconscious reaction. The gleaming blade was an inch from his face, the sharp point quivering, almost begging to be released. Harry chucked it onto the table and rounded on Hermione.

"Why in Merlin's name did you do that?" Harry shouted. "You could have stabbed me in the head!" Hermione waved a hand non-dismissedly, already focusing on something else.

"Oh, hush. The blade was completely blunted. The worse it would have done is give you a bad bruise." She ignored the indignant noise that escaped from Harry. "Besides, there's nothing like fear to get you moving." She sauntered over to Ron and snatched the notebook back, scribbling something down with the squirming green quill.

"Well, that's what you think, isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"I don't know what to say to that."

"Then don't say anything at all. I'm not done yet." She grabbed her wand and pointed it at a plain wooden chair sitting quite sadly in a corner. It was the one piece of furniture in the apartment that didn't really have a purpose. The rest was all cosy and well made, while that chair just seemed...wrong. She swished her wand in a complicated pattern, performing a non-verbal spell. The movements seemed familair, and it wasn't until the chair began changing that he knew where he'd seen it before.

The wooden chair began morphing, melting into a shape that vaguely resembled a human. Harry's eyes widened as it rushed towards him, arms outstretched and ready to hit him.

"Surely, that's all."

"There is one more thing."

"There can't be."

"Well, there is. And this is the most important one. The serum amplifies a persons qualities. So be sure to raise your son well, else it will not turn out well for you."

"We already had plans to raise our child well." Lily's voice had gone slightly frosty, though she did understand the gravity of the situation. Truth be told, she was feeling a little bit lost. Those things that Dr. Hannigan just listed of could be her child. Her own little bundle of joy could become almost superhuman. Emphasis on could.

James noticed her predicament, and they decided to leave, bidding farewell to Dr. Hannigan, who gave them a cheery wave. Before their child was born, they met a few more times to discuss little technicalites, but that was the one meeting that stuck in their minds.

Unfortunately, they would never have the chance to raise their son and see the incredible, selfless, kind man he would become.

A battered Harry lay on the floor, breathing hard, the remains of the wooden dummy spread out around the floor. His mind was whirling, his body zinging with energy and adrenaline. Somehow, he'd known the right moves to defeat the dummy's attacks, recognised patterns in the fighting of his enemy and had moved to block them. It was like he'd been living his entire life with a burlap sack over his head, and only now had it been removed. He saw things clearly, quickly and effciently, able to deduce the right move in record time.

He laughed out loud.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. he knew exactly what had happened now, and it was all about the Super Soldier Serum that ran through his biological father's veins. Even without glancing at Hermione, he knew she had come to the same conclusion. Judging from the frantic scribbling of her quill, she was probably writing the order of which she was going to research specific topics and ideas. Typical Hermione.

Still chuckling, he hauled himself to his feet. A small trail of dried, crusted blood ran down his face, from where the dummy had landed its first and only hit. He could feel it when he turned his head to the side, the blood cracking. With a smile and mock salute at his two friends (which Ron returned and Hermione didn't even notice) Harry found his way to the bathroom, where he knew Hermione kept the first aid kit. If the injury was any more serious, he would have fixed it with magic. A small nick didn't need magic. A simple tissue and some pressure would be fine.

When he reached the bathroom, Harry stopped dead. The person in the mirror was like a stranger. Their face was more filled out, the gaunt cheekbones making way for nice, filled out ones. The blood on his temple made him look...older. More experienced. He would even caution the use of the word badass. Holding his arms out revealed that they were covered in sinewy muscle, his frame lithe and strong, quick as a whip and two times more resilient. As quick glance down his shirt and he saw a well toned stomach. His legs were the same, well shaped and looking better than they ever had. A grin crept over his face.

Well, this bout of 'bad luck' certainly wasn't something he was going to complain about.

Meanwhile, in London, a small child licked a letter covered in balloons shut and gave it to his mother to send off to one Harry Potter.

Whew, this one was a bit longer. I like it though, especially the balance of past and present. I really enjoyed writing it. Well, now you know what is happening, at least. Can you guess who the small child at the end is? He's appeared in the story before, and will have a fairly significant role in this portion of the story. Don't worry, Steve will be coming into the story. I'm just not sure when. I've got some vague plans, though, so don't fret too much.

I'm going to aim for a chapter every two days. The once a week thing really isn't working for me.

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