I don't own the world of Harry Potter; I only own Kyrene Jonson, Jared Potter, Lycoris and the child of Lucius & Sirius (i'm not going to say the name though)
A/N: Sorry I took so long. I tried many times to write this and I got the first like three pages done before I remembered that Lucius was pregnant and should probably be having a baby in this chapter and he does!! Anyway, I'm actually pretty proud of this. Okay, the song the sorting hat sings I made up. It's not that good but I wrote it. The announcements Dumbledore says comes from the movie not the book. Um, but enjoy! Oh! And thanks to all of you that reviewed and added this to their fav story/alert list. You make me all very happy!! :D

Fifteen: New Happenings

His bare feet made little noise as he walked along the tiled floor, the moonlight shining in through the window at the end of the hall being his only light. His right hand glided along the wall, guiding his way through the dark manor. There were no stars visible in the night sky as they were all hidden by dark clouds.

No rain pattered against the roof of the manor, though the sky showed signs of it starting soon. The moon was outlined in a ring of the dark clouds that flashed streaks of lightning across the sky. No thunder boomed across the night as he moved as silently as he could. It was an eerie night as he made his way down the hall.

It was the last door down the hall that he stopped at, turning the knob and slowly creaking the door open. Moonlight poured against his face as he crept into the room, slowly letting the door close as softly as possible behind him. The windows on the wall across from him allowed all the light from the slowly disappearing moon into the room, lighting up the shelves of books.

He crept across the carpet, in between the main shelves, heading towards the back of the library. The back wall was covered in books only, no windows allowing any light to shine back there. The only light guiding his way came from the front of the library, leading him into the pitch black.

At the end of the line of shelves, he turned right at the last shelf and headed to the dark corner. His ankles crossed as he stopped at the end and slowly lowered himself to the ground. He pulled out the last book on the bottom shelf and opened it, beginning to read the fourth chapter.

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Lucius' due date was for August 10th, and he was in the delivery room right now, on that date, squeezing the life out of Sirius' hand. They've been in this position for six hours, when Lucius slumped back against the bed.

"Come on Mr. Malfoy. You're almost there." Healer Lyle encouraged.

"Almost there?" Lucius growled. "It's been six bloody hours." He panted and his grip loosened on Sirius before tightening again as more pain racked through his body.

"One more push." Healer Lyle said.

Lucius groaned before he started pushing again, clutching desperately to Sirius' hand.

"Oh! I see a head, Mr. Malfoy." The healer cheered.

Lucius just groaned and continued to push while Sirius ran his free hand through Lucius' hair. "Almost there, baby." Sirius whispered.

A wail echoed around the private room as the healer handed the child off to his nurse so she could clean it up. Lucius slumped back against the bed, panting. The nurse came back a moment later, their new daughter wrapped in a baby pink blanket. Lucius smiled as he was handed his daughter and looked down into her grey eyes as she stared up at him. One of her hands peaked out from underneath the blanket and waved back and forth as she yawned.

Sirius sighed happily and nuzzled Lucius' neck as he stared at his daughter. "Luc?"

"Kaelyn Narcissa Malfoy." He whispered as his eyes started to close.

Sirius smiled brightly down at his baby girl as both his lover and daughter fell asleep.

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The goblet that would be used for the Triwizard Tournament sat innocently on the desk in the headmaster's office. Albus stood before his desk, his wand out and pointed at the cup. His wand started to move in a strange pattern as he mumbled incoherent words under his breath.

The cup started shaking back and forth on the desk as Dumbledore's magic surrounded it. A purple flame burst forth from the cup, shooting up towards the ceiling. The flames twirled around each other as Dumbledore held out a sheet of paper towards the cup. The flames picked up, bursting forth with sprays of yellow coming in between the purple. A flame flicked outwards towards Dumbledore's hand and snatched the paper from his hand. The flames hissed once more before they fell back into the cup and the room turned normal.

Dumbledore grinned, not just an ordinary grin, oh no; his grin was dark, evil, though he didn't know that.

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The whistle echoed around the Hogsmeade station as the Hogwarts Express pulled up. It was night, as it always was when the train arrived and Hagrid walked along the platform carrying his trusty lantern and yelling out for first years.

Harry and Draco stepped off first, tightly holding the others hand, with Hermione and Luna right behind them, their hands also tightly clasped. Ginny followed next walking along side Pansy with Blaise squeezing his way in between them and wrapping an arm around each girl. The group of Slytherin's then headed towards the carriages, sliding into the first one they found.

Ginny pouted as they slid into their seats at the Slytherin table, and Luna skipped over to the Ravenclaw table.

"What's wrong Gin?" Harry asked as he batted Draco's roaming hand away.

"It went away again. It was there for so long now it's gone."

"At least we know that they didn't graduate last year." Hermione answered as they waited for the first years to come in.

"How do you know it's not a teacher?" Draco asked, smirking as Harry grabbed his hand and brought it up onto the table.

Ginny and Hermione's eyes widened. "I never thought of that." Ginny whispered.

"But who do we have to choose from?" Hermione asked, scanning the head table.

"There's Snape." Harry started and stopped. "That's it isn't it?"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah; just Snape."

Ginny sighed. "I haven't a clue who it is." She pouted again. "Nothing. I only know that it's a male and they're older than me."

Hermione patted her shoulder. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

The doors opened then, McGonagall leading in the first years. There were quite a few this year, most looking scared and staring straight at the ground. They stopped in front of the stool and the hat started to sing its beginning of the year song.

"Time it is now,
To believe in us all.
This year will be challenging,
I can feel it now.

"But that's not important,
Not right now.
Now it's time to know your new home,
In one of these four houses.

"There's Hufflepuff,
In yellow and black,
They're just and loyal,
And true friends to the end.

"Then there's Gryffindor,
In red and gold,
With hearts so brave,
And courage too.

"Ravenclaw's here as well,
In blue and bronze,
Very intelligent minds,
Reside here.

"Finally, Slytherin,
In green and silver,
Their cunning minds,
Can make excellent friends.

"Make friends from everywhere,
Don't listen to the candyman,
All can be true,
Just open your hearts."

The great hall clapped, cheers echoing around the room, while Dumbledore glared at the hat that looked particularly smug. McGonagall cleared her throat a moment later and the hall quieted down.

The sorting began, the little scared first years walking quickly up to the hat and practically running to their table. Dumbledore stood up after the last boy was sorted into Slytherin.

"Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore started as the doors opened and Filch ran in. "This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen..." He stopped, whispering to Filch. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming, the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime."

The Great Hall doors opened, admitting the girls of Beauxbatons who danced to the front of the hall followed by their headmistress.

"And now, our friends from the north." Dumbledore started again. "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang, and their high master, Igor Karkaroff."

The boys walked in next, their faces held firm as they stared at the front. They too did a routine as they headed to the front of the hall before sitting down.

"Welcome, and let us feast."

"Wow." Harry whispered as they started to eat.

"Something's going to happen this year; you can feel it." Hermione whispered back as she stared up at Dumbledore, eyes narrowed.

Harry nodded. "It's got something to do with Jared."

Ginny looked up at the portraits of Helga and Rowena. "Nobody knows though; you can tell."

Draco hummed as he scooped up a bite of mashed potatoes. "Your father's coming back."

Harry nodded again as he looked up at the portraits of Salazar and Godric. "Yes, and it's not going to go too well."

Ginny nodded before pouting again as the sensation left her.

Ten minutes later, desert came up and their conversation stayed quiet and calculating.

Four men came in then, carrying a statue to the front of the room.

"You're attention please." Dumbledore began as he stood up. "I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks; three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch."

Bartemius walked forward, and held his arms up as he began to talk. "After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of 17, shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." As he said this, the school went berserk. "This decision is final."

"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted. He put his wand over the statue and began to lower it, causing it to disappear, leaving a cup. A flame burst out of the cup. "The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

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Severus stood looking over his class of third year ravens and badgers. He wandered the room, keeping his hands clasped behind his back so he wouldn't rub behind his ear. Every so often a memory would flash in front of his eyes for no longer than a second but it left him confused.

He knew something was going to happen this year; he could feel it in the air. Everywhere you went you could feel the tension in the walls and statues of Hogwarts. The Gargoyle still resided in front of the Astronomy Tower, though nobody could figure out the password.

Tomorrow night they were going to read the names, and he was thinking that tomorrow would be the day when everything became clear.

He pushed back the presence at the back of his mind, clearing his head as he stood at the front of the class and gathered their attention.

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The three schools sat in the Great Hall, impatiently tugging on their robes. The goblet of fire stood in the center of the Great Hall that had changed quite a lot since dinner. The tables had been moved and benches stood along the walls and forming a bit of a circle around the goblet. The staff table was still there, overlooking the entire process.

"Attention. Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection." Dumbledore said. He put his hands on the goblet, channeling his magic into it and stepped away a moment after.

The fire began to turn pink, and it shot out a sheet of paper.

"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum."

They all applauded as he stood up and walked to Dumbledore who pointed him in the direction of where to meet.

The fire turned pink again and shot out another sheet.

"The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."

The school applauded as she smiled and stood up, walking towards Dumbledore, then following Krum.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!"

Applause erupted throughout the room as he stood up and followed Fleur and Krum.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions." Dumbledore said. "But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, the Triwizard cup!"

He pointed towards the head table where a smaller table stood holding the cup that had previously been covered with fabric. The fabric shot up and off the cup, disappearing in thin air.

Severus stared at the goblet as the fire turned pink again, confusion writing across his features. Dumbledore turned, fighting to keep the smirk off of his face.

The fire turned pink and shot out another piece of paper.

Dumbledore caught it and read the paper. "Jared Potter. Jared Potter?"

"No. No." Hagrid said.

"Jared Potter!" Dumbledore screamed.

Jared numbly stood from his position between his friends and slowly headed towards Dumbledore. Harry's mouth was wide, as were the four portraits and most of the school. As Jared started moving, people snapped out of their shock and began to whisper and yell across the room.

Dumbledore forced the paper into Jared's hands, who took it and continued to stumble towards the door the other three champions disappeared through.

Ginny and Hermione looked at each other and nodded; they knew who was behind this.

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The date was September twentieth, and it was currently midday. Kyrene stood nervously in front of the library door where she knew Remus was sitting, reading. She had something to tell him and she had no idea how he was going to react. She had this sinking feeling that he was going to be mad and not talk to her for days, maybe weeks.

She took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door, scanning around the room and finding Remus, Lily, Sirius, Lucius and Kaelyn sitting on the couches in front of the fire. Remus, Lily and Lucius were all reading while Sirius was playing with Kaelyn on the carpet in front of Lucius. Kaelyn has Lucius' grey eyes and Sirius' dark hair. She was currently dressed in a little pink onsie with her favorite stuffed animal in her hand.

Kyrene smiled as she quietly walked into the room. Lucius hadn't exactly been pleased with her choice, but she was his daughter and he didn't care. Lily had gotten it for her; it was a black panther with pink beads as eyes instead of the normal black. It wasn't that big, but Kaelyn liked to grab it by the tail and hug it to her. She was never seen without it.

Lily was the first to notice her and looked up from her book, smiling at her. Kyrene smiled back as Remus linked his hand with hers when she sat down beside him, not looking up until he had finished the paragraph.

"Everything alright Kyrene?" Lily asked.

Kyrene nodded before biting her lip. "I need to talk to Remus though." She looked at him and he nodded, saving his spot and turning his full attention on her. "Um, not here. I want to tell you alone first."

Remus raised an eyebrow but nodded and pulled her with him, out towards their bedroom. "What's wrong?" He asked as soon as the door was shut behind them.

Kyrene took another deep breath as she twisted her hands together in front of her. "I don't know your reaction to this; I didn't even see it happening. Please don't get mad."

Remus' eyes widened and he pulled her into his arms. "I could never be mad at you."

"You say that now." She mumbled.

"Kyrene?"

She sighed and stepped back, though he kept a hold of her hands, rubbing circles on the backs of them. "I'm pregnant." Kyrene kept her eyes trained on their hands. His hands suddenly went slack and she was sure his eyes had widened. His hands fell away and hers fell to her waist and twisted back together as she waited.

Kaelyn means pure according to baby names . com. There are other ways to spell this name, but I liked this way the best. I decided Narcissa for her middle name because she was Lucius' good friend even though there was a lot of confusion on my part. Sorry again about that but Narcissa is dead. Now; what gender should the child of Remus and Kyrene be? And if you want any names you think would be cool? and please tell me the meaning if you're going to suggest a name; I just like to know.

Thanks! And I hope you enjoyed it!