Both fully dressed now they walked out into the street and hailed a cab. It smelled a bit like B.O., there were multiple stains on the upholstery and he could plainly see food wrappers and water bottles in the front seat near the driver, but that was to be expected. "Nearest hospital, please," Harry said and they sped off. Andrea was chewing her lip nervously.

"So what do you do, Harry. I mean, when you're not picking up random girls at sleazy bars?" The cab driver shot a look back at the couple at her comment.

"I don't remember it being too sleazy." In fact it had been rather nice, he reflected, well ventilated and a stone's throw from a small inlet, protected from the beach and perfect for skipping rocks.

"You didn't answer the question."

"No, not yet." Andrea, shot him a dark look, which caused Harry to laugh, "Well I just finished school and a lot of stuff happened so right now I'm taking it easy. I think I might go into professional sports eventually." That wouldn't be bad, he thought. Wood had been hounding him to join his team for a bit and now that the dark lord had fallen it would only intensify his begging. It would be fun to play for Oliver again.

"Really? Which sport? And what sort of stuff." When she got nervous, she talked, and it wasn't helping that Harry wasn't adding too much to the conversation. If he didn't start participating more she'd start rambling and who knew what sort of embarrassing thing would come out of her mouth then, probably something about John.

"It's not really well known around here. It's sort of like basketball though, with more hoops and slightly more violence." Andrea snorted, "What?" He asked defensively.

"No offence, but you don't seem too much like the sort who can take violence. More like the air-headed, tough guy's gay best friend."

After wondering for a moment whether or not he was air headed or his tough, best friend was Harry realized that wasn't the point. He cocked one eyebrow at her and said., "You really have a thing against guys, don't you?"

"Well if some of them thought with the brain they have on their shoulders rather than one between their legs there wouldn't be a problem. See, girls don't have problems like that." Silence filled the cab again (as Harry didn't respond) punctuated with the occasional noise from the driver. Andrea began to chew on the skin around her nails.

"You shouldn't do that," Harry pulled the hand away from her mouth gently.

"Well then talk to me," Andrea huffed, "What kinda stuff happened after school?"

"Stuff stuff," Harry said, looking down at the grimy floor and avoiding the question all together, "Nothing worth mentioning."

She snorted again, "Typical male," and turned her body away towards the window. Her forehead banged lightly against the cool glass as she watched the world pass by.

"You really want to know?" He demanded, with an edge to his voice for the first time that drew the girl's attention back from the window to the man next to her, "Very well, my two best friends died. One of them, Ron, was my fiancée's sister."

"Wait, you have a fiancée?"

"Was my fiancée. She broke up with me because of it. Right now I just want to get my life in order. I just want to feel like I have enough room around me to breathe."

Silence filled the cab again, broken only by the drivers coughing now and then. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't know," she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"It doesn't matter now anyway, does it," there was a pause, and a sigh from Harry, "So what do you do for a living?" They stuck to small talk for the rest of the ride.

When they got to the hospital Harry led Andrea up to the front desk and rang the little bell. Andrea was shaking by now and clung worriedly to Harry's side and just closed her eyes, letting him deal with everything. An annoyed looking bleach blonde answered Harry's ring, her expression changing at the sight of him.

"Oh my God, it's Harry Potter," she whispered, "My friend's one of your sort, she told me about you. She has the biggest crush on you."

"Er. No, no it's not. You must have me confused with someone else," he said, glancing at Andrea who had opened her eyes and was looking at him intently. "I need to see a doctor for pregnancies."

The bleach blonde looked at the girl and back towards him, "Harry Potter, Dubledore's Golden Boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the Chosen One knocked up some random chick from the down under?" she paused dramatically, "Does Ginny know?"

"What? No," the woman shot him a look, "I mean no as in I'm not Harry Potter and I didn't have, er, sexual relations with this girl. I'm, um, Jimmy Odd."

The girl raised her eyebrows and looked at him and crossed her arms over her chest, and asked "Jimmy Odd?" with a tone of disbelief and a matching look sketched across her face.

"Yes, Mr. Odd to you though."

"Very well, Mr. Odd, can I see some form of identification and some form of payment please? Have to make sure you'll be able to pay for this at the end."

Harry reached into his back pocket, avoiding Andrea's gaze, and fished out his wallet. He forked over a Jimmy Odd license and a Jimmy Odd credit card. The girl behind the desk did whatever it is that they do and gave him a bunch of forms to fill out.

"Whatever, Mr. Odd. She fills these out and you wait to be called up. Good day."

Harry led Andrea to a secluded area of the waiting room and handed her the papers to begin to fill out. She got halfway through it before she spoke up. "So you lied to me, Mr. Odd?"

"No, I lied to her, very different things. And it's still Harry, Jimmy Odd is my alias."

"You're alias? Right, how silly of me not to realize that before," she said in a thickly sarcastic voice.

"James was my father and Evan was my mother's last name, so I picked Jimmy Odd, a little weird I know. But I am famous, in select circles, so it's good to have fake IDs on me just incase. Here's my real one." Harry fished in his back pocket again and handed over a similar ID to his Jimmy Odd one but with a different name.

"Harry James Potter, very well. Then answer me this; who's Ginny?"

"My ex-fiancée. I mentioned her in the cab."

Andrea looked up at Harry from her forms. "I'm not sure if I'm going to believe you, mister, but I'm not sure I'm not going to believe you either."

They waited for a ridiculously long time, as is usual for most hospitals in the world, before being admitted to a waiting room where they waited even longer. Then a nurse came in, and asked Andrea to strip and dress in a paper robe, for which Harry left the room. He was waiting in a very impersonal hallway for her to ask him back in when it happened.

Two burly men were transporting one of their mental patients from one room which he had somehow trashed by unknown methods to another new one. Everything was going smooth, which was strange for this one. He had been admitted almost a month ago now and had done nothing but cause trouble, raving about a friend of his and about a dark evil on the raise and fall and causing things about him to malfunction or explode for no obvious reason. Simply put, he scared the hospice workers shitless and the two men were doing the best they could to keep him calm, a plan which went to hell as soon as they passed a messy-haired man lounging outside a room.

"James! Fucking Merlin's beard, James, you got out, didn't you? I knew you would, you always were the smart one," he shouted and with surprising force he ripped away from the two workers and ran over to Harry, gripping his shirt in strong hands. Harry felt immobilized. The lunatic dropped his voice to a whisper, "But how did you escape You-Know-Who? And how'd you find me here, in this place full of muggles?" The two men caught up with him at this point and tried to get him away. He started to scream again and the lights began to flicker, "No! James, please don't let them take me again," Harry's shirt ripped and the men began to drag him away. The man was screaming, then he caught sight of Harry's eyes, "Wait, you're not James. You don't have hazel eyes." The men apologized shortly and pulled the man away and Harry finally felt like he could move again. He was about to go after the lunatic but the door opened and Andrea looked out.

"What was all that noise and what happened to your shirt?"

"Huh, oh, a strange man just came by and ripped it. I think he was a mental patient or something," he explained. Andrea gave him a look, one that Harry got often enough; it said, 'boy, you get stranger by the second.'

Harry went back into the room with her and they waited for the doctor. He came in later and examined Andrea which included a lot of poking at her in places that made Harry blush deep red. Finally he set his instruments down. "Ms. Dalem, I have some bad news." Andrea squeezed Harry's hand until he felt like his fingers would break, "I'm afraid that you're baby fetus is struggling inside your womb. Have you had any medicine, drugs or alcohol recently?"

Andrea blushed, looked away and nodded as she began to cry. "I'm afraid that there isn't much we can do. Your child will miscarry. I'm sorry, Ms. Dalem, perhaps you should have been more careful." With that the doctor got up and left the room.

"Stay right here, I'll go talk to him. Ok?" Harry said, but Andrea wasn't paying attention.

"Hold up, Doc?" Harry shouted after his retreating back, closing the door carefully behind him.

The man turned around and cocked his eyebrow, "Yes, Mr. Odd?"

"So there's nothing you can do?"

"No, I'm afraid not. You should have taken better care of her before. Now it's too late."

"But the fetus, at this point in time, is alive?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but it will die fully before tomorrow. She will experience some sickness and possibly some depression. Any other questions, Mr. Odd? I'm a busy man."

"Yes, how much is this going to cost about?" The doctor looked Harry up and down at this question.

"About three hundred dollars before insurance." Harry didn't even bother to say thank you, he just ran back towards Andrea. Whipping out his wallet he left some cash on the table, not wanting to just leave without paying and then pulled out his wand.

"Andrea, do you trust me?" The girl was still crying and she looked up at Harry through her tears.

"Not in the least," she declared.

"Well, hold on anyways." With that, Harry picked up the girl and apparated to the Hogwarts infirmary. Poppy stared at them in shock, Andrea nearly retched and Harry said, "Poppy, please save her baby," before setting the girl down on the cot that he usually occupied when he got hurt. The medi-witch bustled over and began to wave her wand wildly, Andrea getting a more and more worried look in her eyes as lights flew from the stick the women held.

"Just promise me one thing, Mr. Potter, that this isn't your child."

"Does it matter?" he asked in exasperation, while searching for a sleeping or calming draught in the cupboards. "She's a muggle, can we give her this before she freaks out?"

The medi-witch fixed Harry with a calculating stare from over the rim of her glasses, "I'll see what I can do, but I'm not promising anything."

Elsewhere

James had been talking to himself for sometime, but there wasn't much else to do so that was expected. Other prisoners would sometimes move into other cells and they'd be company for some time, but for the most part he was his own company. So talking to himself didn't worry him, not until he started talking back.

It had been awhile since his tormentors, the Death Eaters, had come to 'visit' him. And while he was thankful that he was no longer being so abused, their absence also singled the absence of an unsteady but life-preserving food supply. He knew he was wasting away and that it wouldn't be too long now. That's the reason he assumed for the cause of the blackouts.

It had seemed almost normal at first, just passing out from hunger. It had happened before. But there was writing on the wall, near his marks that roughly calculated the passing time, in his own style. At first he ignored it but then more blackouts followed, and more writing appeared, pleading or demanding answers. Soon enough he started responding. It wouldn't be much longer anyways. He only hoped that Lily had made it out with Harry; that they were all right, even to this day.

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Well Happy B-day Femalprongslet, again slightly belated but it wouldn't let me update earlier, don't know why, but finally I just copied and pasted it to a different document and saved it again and that loaded up here, wierd. Either way, R&R to help me get over my writer's block, suggestions welcome.