A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, I really like this chapter and I hope you do too.

James still lived with his parents, he was only nineteen after all and between Quidditch practices and Quidditch games James barley had time to sleep so what was the point in wasting his money on a house he would barely live in.

He was sitting with his sister, Lily, who was home for the summer. He had the week off from Quidditch practices and he was sitting there watching television, he didn't even look up when there was a tap on the window. "Get that," he told Lily, not taking his eyes off the television.

"You get it."

"I'm on my break."

"So am I."

"Stop being a lazy little shit and open the window for the poor bird!" He smirked as she sighed and got out of her chair to open the window. (James-1, Lily-0)

To James's surprise a group of four large birds carrying a box with holes poked through it flew into the living room. Dropping the box on the coffee table they flew out of the window they had come through.

"It's for you," Lily said, handing him the letter taped to the top of the box.

James, it said in untidy scrawl. It looked as though it had been written in a hurry.

I don't want it.

Good luck,

Darrie (the girl you slept with in Ireland after the Quidditch cup)

James wondered why Charlotte-look-a-like was contacting him. Didn't he promise that there would be no commitment's, no strings attached? Was there no respect for the age old tradition of one night stands anymore? And what did she mean she doesn't want it? Want what? There was only one way to find out.

James opened the box and was faced with a peacefully sleeping baby. Lily, who had apparently seen the look of shock and disbelief on her brothers face walked over. "What is-" she stopped when she saw IT. "Who sent you a baby?"

"Some girl I met when I went to Ireland for the cup," he said, still staring at IT.

"Is IT…Is IT yours?"

"I hope not."

Lily smacked him on the head, hard. "Did you sleep with the girl?"

"Yes, but for all I know she sleep with hundreds of other men before, and after, me so IT might not be mine!" Their arguing had brought the middle Potter child from his room, a rare occasion in and of its self. "What's going on?" Al asked.

Lily answered before James got a chance to do so, "Someone sent James a baby and there is a good chance IT's his."

Al looked at them like they were crazy. "No, seriously," he laughed, "why are you two arguing?"

"Al, just come here and look," James ordered, pointing at the box in front of him.

Al stood on James's other side and looked into the box. "Bloody hell! Who would send a baby through owl post?"

"ALBUS!" James-who was clearly having some kind of breakdown-yelled. "The proper use of owl post is the least of our problems at the moment!"

"What should we do?" Lily asked, looking at IT, who had now woken up and was staring at the three teenagers.

"We'll do what we always do when we need help," Al said, also staring at IT.

"Good thinking Al." James made his way to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it in. Sticking his head into the green flames he yelled "Flat over Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Hogsmeade!" When he could see the furniture of the home he wanted he yelled for the only person who could help him. "Teddy!" Teddy Lupin came into view along with his girls, Lita and Leslie. "What is it James?" he asked as the girls yelled, "Hi James!"

"Hi girls," James said quickly. "Teddy, will you come over for a bit? It's an emergency." Teddy nodded and after telling Victoire where he was going James moved out of the fire place to make room for Teddy to come through.

"Alright, what's the emergency?" Teddy asked, brushing soot from his clothes. James drug him to the coffee table where IT still lay in the box. Teddy stood beside the Potter siblings and looked at IT.

"Well, looks to me like you have a baby."

"Thank you, Teddy, we thought it was a box of turnip's" said James sarcastically. "Now what do you suppose we should do about IT?"

"What do you mean 'what should you do about IT?' It's a baby, James, not a rat. Have you even gotten it out of this box?" The siblings looked at each other guiltily; taking IT out of the box hadn't even crossed their minds.

Teddy gently picked the baby up and set it's head on his shoulder; IT looked around the room with big hazel eyes. "Now," he said. "Tell me; why did you received a baby in the owl post?" James told Teddy and his siblings about the Charlotte-look-a-like, not leaving anything out. When he was finished and he had shown Teddy the note Teddy spoke. "There's only one thing we can do at the moment. We'll figure out what else needs to be done after that."

"What's that?" all three siblings asked.

"We need to see if James is the father."

"You know how to do that?" Lily asked.

"Yes, I looked up how to do it when Lita and Leslie were born. Not that I don't trust Vic, I just wanted to see if it would work. Lily get me a glass." Lily did as she was told and Teddy took a moment to let IT drool in the cup. "It's preferred to do this with blood but spit works too," he told them shoving the cup in front of James, who spit into it. Teddy handed IT to James, who wasn't as skilled at holding babies as Teddy was. He stuck the tip of his wand into the spit and starting stirring. "If at the end of a minute it turns red the baby isn't yours if it's blue it is."

The four of them watched as the spit changed colors and when Al announced that a minute was up the spit settled on an unmistakable blue. Although, James did try to say that he thought it looked purple but no one was listening.

"What do we do now?" Lily asked no one in particular.

"I think you should tell Harry and Ginny," Teddy answered.

"NO!" James screamed, making IT start to cry.

"James you have to tell them," Teddy said, adjusting James's hold on the baby so he wouldn't drop IT. "They'll notice that there's a baby in the house eventually."

James looked at the baby who was still crying softly in his arms. "Do I have to?" he asked in one final attempt.

"They have a right to know James. And you might want to see what gender your baby is before you tell them. They'll want to know things like that. Now, I've got kids of my own to get back too. Good luck James." Teddy said a quick goodbye and flooed back to his home.

A/N: If you have read my first story then you would have seen that coming, maybe not coming in the owl post but coming none the less. Also, Darrie is an Irish name that means red-haired, which is really the only thing anyone knows about the Charlotte look-a-like.

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