Hey Lovelies! So two chapters in one day for this one! This is to make up for the fact that midterms are this next week and I don't know how much I will actually be posting... I hope to continue like normal, but we shall see. Any who...Here is "Fight Song" inspired by the Rachel Platten hit! Enjoy!

Chapter 8 – Fight Song

Rumors had been flying for weeks that Lady Potter-Black was pregnant. No one had confirmed or denied the accusations and the press was dying to get their hands on the real deal. One day in mid-October Cissa had decided that she had had enough of hiding out in the house, that she was ready for the world to know about the baby so that she could get back some sense of normalcy.

Harry chuckled at her reasoning when she brought it up, claiming that she was married to him and that that in and of itself provided her with little normalcy. He agreed with her ultimately though. She shouldn't stay cooped up in the house just because she was pregnant.

"How about we go out to lunch in Diagon Alley? Just the three of us." He put his hand on her belly as she laughed.

"You are going to solve my problem of not being able to go out in public by simply going out in public?"

"It seems like the easiest solution." He stood slowly, easing her off of his lap as he did so. "Come on." He took her hand and dragged her towards the fireplace.

"Harry, I'm in muggle clothes!" She looked down at her jeans and sweater, "Not to mention the fact that it's the middle of October in London, and I need a jacket!"

He flicked his wand over her shoulder and her coat came flying in from the hall. "Problem solved." He tapped the end of her nose with his wand and then pulled her into the fire after him, calling out "The Leaky Cauldron."

They arrived in the dimly lit pub, and they were thankful that it was quite empty, as no one even glanced their way as they quietly slid out the back door, through the brick archway and into the busy alley. "What would you like?" He looked around at the different restaurants that had been added since the end of the war.

"That one." Cissa nodded towards one of the larger restaurants along the alley and he smiled.

"Really, again?"

"What can I say, your child is a pasta fiend." She chuckled as he led her towards the grand Italian restaurant that sat across from Gringotts.

"Well, whatever that little one wants is what it shall have." He held the door open and he followed her inside. Cissa was enjoying being just one of the masses when all of a sudden someone approached their table.

"Lord and Lady Potter?"

"Yes?" She looked up at the girl that had spoken and then her eyes drifted past her to the redheaded man that was making his way towards them.

"My name's Charlotte, I'm a friend of Ron's,"

"I think you can say girlfriend Char." Ron spoke over her shoulder as he came up behind her. "Harry, Cissa. I'm surprised to see you. I thought you were hiding away in the house all fall." He caught sight of Cissa's ever-growing baby bump and he smiled. "I guess the rumors are true then. Thanks for telling me mate!" He teased Harry before turning back to Cissa and bending to kiss her cheek. "Congratulations though, you look wonderful."

"Thank you Ronald. It seems that a year ago this conversation would have gone entirely differently." The three of them chuckled at the memory and Charlotte looked lost, but Ron told her he would explain the joke later. "I couldn't stay hidden away in that house any longer if I tried, I was going crazy. I guess we will just have to take the heat from the press."

"I'm sure it will be fine, after all the Potter, and Black lines need heirs don't they?" He teased just as their waitress arrived to take their order. He stuck his hand out towards Harry and nodded a goodbye to Cissa as he steered Charlotte away from them.

When the waitress had left Cissa smiled over at Harry. "Just think this time last year he wanted to kill me and he was drunk over breaking up with that girl, now they are together and he just congratulated us on having a baby."

Harry laughed, "I guess you never really know how anything is going to turn out do you?" He watched her watch all of the people around them. "What are you worrying about now?"

She grinned over at him. "How do you know that I'm worrying?"

"I know you. You worry." She started to make a face, but he shot her a cocky grin, "Don't think anything of it, it's one of the reasons I love you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, you worry about everything, therefore I only have to worry about half of the things that I used to have to worry about."

"Harry…" She let it go as they settled in to eat their lunch in peace.

Half an hour later Cissa thought that maybe they would make it through the afternoon unscathed. That somehow they had avoided the onslaught of the press, barely drawing any attention to themselves, while putting the pregnancy rumors to rest. Yes they were having a baby, but overall no one seemed to mind. Everyone had been positive and congratulatory. But she was a Potter now and Potter's couldn't get that lucky.

They had barely stepped out of the restaurant when she saw the other woman across the street. There was no mistaking that red hair and short stature. Molly Weasley was coming down the steps of Gringotts.

"Harry." She directed his attention to the woman that hadn't noticed them yet. "Should we face it, or should we," but she never got the chance to finish. In her muggle clothes and coat there was no hiding her baby bump, and she hadn't been trying to, but Molly Weasley wasn't the person that she wanted commenting on it in the middle of the alley.

"Merlin help us, you have got to be kidding me." Molly's voice floated across the alley towards them. She parted the people easily and came to a stop in front of the Potter's. "How can you possibly think that this is okay? Are you delusional? First you trap Harry into a marriage so that you can be a part of society again, and then you trap him even further by getting pregnant? That is if it's even Harry's child. You have no place beside that boy. He is a boy Narcissa! And in less than a year you will have made him husband and a father! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Narcissa was doing her very best to keep her cool through Molly's rant, but her patience was wearing incredibly thin. How could this woman not get it through her head that Cissa loved Harry? That she hadn't asked him for any of this! He had proposed to her! He had decided to marry her at the Ball! She hadn't been trying to get pregnant, it just happened!

With one last look at her husband she stepped off of the curb and into the street to face Molly. She pulled her wand from the pocket of her coat and pointed it at the other woman. "Listen to me Molly Weasley. I have warned you before and I am warning you again. You will not threaten, question or degrade my family or myself in any way. You have no right to speak to me that way because you're right in the regard that I hold a higher station than you. You should speak to my husband and I out of respect, simply because it is the decent thing to do."

She didn't seem to notice the crowd of people that were drawing around them to watch the interaction between the women that had so infamously come to a mutual hatred of each other. Harry watched with intrigue as his wife laid in to Mrs. Weasley. He kept one hand on his wand, knowing he would intervene at the slightest chance that something could happen to the baby, but at the same time having dueled his wife himself, he knew that she would not need his help.

"As far as how I think this is okay, I think it is perfectly okay given the fact that I love him and he loves me, and that we both already love this child. It's not even here yet and we love it so much we don't know how to contain it. Secondly, in no way am I delusional. In fact, if you think that just because you cause me to cause a scene people are going to think I'm giving in to the same insanity that my mother and sister did you are wrong. This scene has nothing to do with insanity and more to do with anger and jealousy."

She took a deep breath as she took another step closer to Molly, cutting her off when the other woman began to speak. "You are delusional if you think that I ever had a chance of stealing anything from your daughter. Have you met her? She is one of the fiercest witches of her generation. I couldn't have stolen Harry from her if I wanted too. Now you claim to know so much about Harry, how could you think that he let me trap him into anything? He asked me on a date, he asked me to marry him. Twice. He did this willingly, I didn't ask him, he asked me. That's not a trap of any sort. And if you ever dare to say that I am unfaithful to my husband again, it won't be with words that I come after you. You can be positive of that."

Molly stood speechless in front of Narcissa. There wasn't anything that she could say as a rebuttal that wouldn't make her look like even more of a fool. She looked over at Harry who was still leaning casually in the doorway of the building. He hadn't done anything to get in his wife's way in fact he was smiling. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the young man and his wife before she shook her head.

"None of that makes this right. You shouldn't have gone out with a boy that is younger than your own son." She drew her wand on Cissa, but the blonde was faster. No sooner had Molly's wand left her bag than it left her hand.

"I warned you twice Molly. You should never have drawn your wand on me." She looked to the side to see that Ron and Charlotte had joined Harry in the doorway. "Ronald." He looked from his mother to Cissa and she smiled as she retreated from Molly and moved back towards the trio standing there. There was something worse for Molly than Cissa beating her in a duel. "Here you are." She handed the woman's wand to her son. "I would very grateful if you would remove your mother from my sight."

Ron chuckled under his breath as he looked from Cissa, who was still the picture of grace and poise, to his mother, who was red and huffing in the middle of the street. Casually he took the wand from her and stowed it in his back pocket before bending to kiss her cheek. "Of course Lady Potter."

Harry and Narcissa didn't stay to watch Ron lead his embarrassed mother away out of the alley. Instead Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him as they wandered off up the street. "That was amazing." He pressed a kiss to the side of her head as they walked. "I'm proud of you for not cursing her."

"Cursing her would have been kind. I humiliated her." She grinned up at him. "That's much harder to recover from."

He laughed as they continued up the street. "Seems like my lioness might be just as poisonous as the snake."

"She just may be…" A sly smile was tugging at her lips when she heard her name being called from behind them.

"Lady Potter!"

"Lady Potter, what was the fight about?"

"Lady Potter, can you tell us when the baby's due?"

"Lady Potter!"

"Lady Potter?"

She groaned and ducked her head into Harry's shoulder. "This is going to make the front page isn't it?"

He looked over his shoulder at the reporters coming their way, his laughter increasing when he saw her reaction. "Probably…"