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A/N: Yeah, chapter two! Sorry for the wait, but school is a witch right now… and anyway. There is a lot of back and forth in this chapter; some from Alex’s POV and then some from James’s POV. It shouldn’t be too hard to keep track of… but if you have questions, just ask. In case you were wondering, this chapter pretty much sets up the rest of the story… no pressure or anything. Okay, hope you enjoy; please R&R.

Chapter two:
Singing the Baby Blues


Alex sat with her back against the bathroom door as she rapped her head backwards, the thud resonating throughout the tiny flat. Alex sighed, “Naomi, the tests said five minutes. It’s been over an hour.”

The door opened and Alex fell backwards onto the floor. Her eyes flickered up to look at the upside down face of Naomi; her mouth was pushed into a tight frown, her usual clean blonde hair now stuck out in odd directions. Four pregnancy tests lay on the sink counter, they all stared back with glaring blue plus signs.

“I-it could be a false positive, Lex. The back of the package says that sometimes that happens…” Naomi stammered.

“All four?” Alex asked doubtfully.

Naomi swept her hand over the counter, scattering the tests all over the floor. Alex stooped to pick one of them up, “I don’t think that will make them change their answers.”

Naomi slid to the floor, and placing her head in her hands, she whispered, “I can’t be pregnant…”

Alex gripped her beneath her elbow and hoisted her upright, “Come on, we’re going to St. Mungo’s.”

“What . . . Why are we going there?”

“Because the package says that sometimes it can be a false positive,” Alex smiled.


James knocked on the door to Alex’s flat, “Alex, I’m really hoping that you’re home because we were very rudely interrupted last night,” He knocked again. “Alex… Open up or Mona will come kidnap me…”

Old Mrs. McGovery turned the corner and gave James a nasty look. He turned back to the door and whispered, “Alex, old Mrs. McGovery looks like she’s going to kill me…”

After the third knock, he decided that it wasn’t that Alex was ignoring him… she simply wasn’t home. So, he stood on his tiptoes and felt around the top edge of the doorframe. At the very end, his fingers closed around a small, thin key. He slid it into the lock and decided to wait until Alex got back.

About two steps into the room, his stomach gave a nasty growl so, he headed toward the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he looked at the top self; a plate covered in tin foil had his name written on it in black ink. James sighed and opened it up; inside was a rather large helping of Shepherd’s Pie. He threw it in the microwave; then, went to the sofa and flicked on the TV. Mona Sharp’s face filled the screen as the microwave beeped in the kitchen.

Groaning, he stood from the sofa and went to grab the plate from the microwave. As he went to sit back down on the sofa, half the plate spilled into his lap, “In the name of Merlin!”

He jumped off the sofa and walked to the bathroom. Taking off his shirt, he ran it under the water. Using some toilet paper, he wiped down the front of his pants and, looking down; he tossed it into the trash can. He was about to walk back to the TV when he froze.

Slowly, he turned in terror back to the trash can. It was mostly empty except for a few plastic devices in the bottom.

Swallowing hard, he reached down into the can and pulled out one of the pregnancy tests. As he looked upon the small blue plus sign, the breath caught in his chest. He dove to the floor and pulled out the other three tests, all confirming the first. Then, the horror slide into his stomach like cement . . . Alex was pregnant…

Forgetting to put his shirt back on, James bolted from the apartment, completely forgetting to lock it.


Alex practically needed to drag Naomi to the front desk in the OB office. The young girl behind the desk beamed radiantly and sang, “Good afternoon, how can I help you?”

Naomi scowled at the girl as Alex spoke, “Hi, we need an appointment for Na-”

Naomi spoke over her, “Natasha, Natasha Black.”

Alex turned and gave Naomi a look that plainly said, “Really?!”

Shrugging, Naomi grabbed the clipboard from the poor receptionist’s hands. Alex shot her a look of apology as they returned to the waiting area. “Naomi, what the hell was that?” Alex whispered.

“Have you met my family?” Naomi nearly screeched, “My mom will never, and I mean never, forgive me. You know the things my dad did during the war… What do you think he’ll do to Ace when he finds out?”

“So, your solution is to use a fake name?” Alex sighed, “It’ll be kind of hard to use that excuse three or four months from now.”

Naomi stared blankly forward, “I thought we were working under the assumption that the tests were a false positive.”

Alex turned in her own seat and stared blankly ahead, “Oh yeah… I forgot.”


James threw open the door to the flat that he shared with Charlie and Ace. Charlie was at the kitchen table shifting through the paperwork he had brought from work. Ace was passed out on the couch; an ice pack on his forehead, moaning slightly. With a dazed expression, James threw himself on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

Charlie spoke without looking up, “Hey, I thought you went to have a quicky with Alex…”

“That’s my sister,” Ace mumbled pathetically.

“She wasn’t home,” James voiced flatly.

Noticing the tone of James’s voice, both Charlie and Ace looked up. Ace spoke, “Dude, where’s your shirt?”

“I-I don’t think I should tell you,” James gave Ace a worried look.

“James?” Ace grumbled, “I’m not in the mood to weasel it out of you.”

James swallowed and closed his eyes, “I don’t know what happened …we were being so careful…”

Ace and Charlie both sat up at precisely the same moment. Charlie paled, “James, please don’t tell me what I think you’re telling me!”

“I-I found a positive pregnancy test in the flat,” James mumbled.

It was like someone had turned the volume up on the silence. Ace was slowly becoming the color of a tomato as he rose from the couch, “You got my baby sister pregnant?!”

James stood up from his seat, “Ace, I-I mean I don’t k-know.”

“Run,” Ace whispered.

“What, Ace? Don’t . . . Don’t,” James backed toward the door as Ace growled beneath his breath. Shooting one last worried glance back at Charlie, he bolted from the room; Ace, still in his boxers, hot on his tail.


Naomi was sitting in a paper gown with her feet dangling over the edge; she was tapping her fingers impatiently against the examination table.

“Naomi,” Alex whispered exasperatedly.

“What, Alex!” Naomi burst out.

Wide-eyed, Alex looked away and muttered, “Never mind?”

After a few seconds, the door to the examination room opened, and a doctor walked in while flipping through a chart. He looked up and took the last seat in the room. Sighing, he spoke, “Well, Miss Black, the tests have all come back positive. You are indeed pregnant. In a minute, one of our OB nurses will come in and give you the prescriptions for your prenatal vitamins. Then, they will help you schedule your next appointment… If that’s what you choose to do.”

“What do you mean, ‘If that’s what I choose to do’?” Naomi spat.

The doctor looked up nervously, “What I am trying to say, Miss Black, is that you are very young and many women in your position choose not to have the child.”

A fire glowed behind Naomi’s eyes, “So, you’re saying just because my boyfriend is too stupid to put a condom on right I should kill my baby?!”

Alex bit back a laugh as the doctor stood nervously, “No- no, that’s not what I’m saying at all… Do you want me to get the nurse?”

“YES!” Naomi practically screamed.

The doctor turned and practically ran from the room. Alex stood and walked over to Naomi, who was rapidly turning into a puddle of tears, and gave her a hug saying, “Do want to kill Ace or do you want me to?”

Naomi sniffled, “He is so mine.”


The chase had ended in the Leaky Cauldron. James panting for breath and Ace clutching a stitch in his side; they moved towards the bar. They got funny looks from the other customers—mostly because James was still shirtless and Ace was just in his boxers. The bartender smirked as they sat down and asked, “What can I get for you?”

“Firewhiskey,” James mumbled through his hands that were covering his face.

“Dude, I can’t believe I just chased you… What was that? Eight blocks?” Ace laughed darkly.

“Yeah, I thought I lost you with that detour through Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes,” James nodded, knocking back his first shot.

Three chairs down from James a young woman peeked over the top of her menu. Her bleach blonde hair was curled tightly to her head and jeweled glasses framed her small dull eyes. Her name, Bridget Skeeter, was not feared among the masses for the sharpness of both her pen and tongue, but for her ability to make a photocopy. With aspirations to be like her dearest mother, she had begun work at the Daily Prophet; but as of late, progress to stardom had slowed substantially.

She had, of course, spotted the notorious James Potter the second he had walked into the room with none other than Ace Wood. They had appeared to be fighting before they sat down; but now, they just looked determined to drink. She listened raptly as James spoke softly, “I mean I- we were being so careful. I can’t imagine how this happened…”

“Yeah, well, just wait ‘til my mother finds out—your parents will be picking up the tiny pieces that are left of you.”

“I mean, I love Alex; and there was never a doubt that she was the one, you know… but this, I don’t know how we’ll handle this.”

Ace shook his head slowly, “I have no idea what I would do if Naomi got pregnant—I’m nowhere near ready to be a father. And you know how bad she is when it’s her time of the month; could you imagine her with pregnancy hormones raging through her system?”

James and Ace shivered in unison. James mumbled, “Either way, I am so dead…If not by my own mother, then yours.”

“Cheers,” Ace raised his glass in sarcasm, and the boys both took another shot.


Alex stopped dead in front of the door to her flat. Naomi looked up, “What is it, Lex?”

“The door to my flat is open,” She walked into the flat and stopped by the couch, “and there’s Shepherd’s Pie all over my couch.”

“Merlin, did someone break in?” Naomi gawked.

Alex bent and picked up the discarded plate, “Why would anyone want to break into my piece of crap flat? And how did they get past old Mrs. McGovery?”

Naomi threw herself onto the clean part of the couch, “Yeah, that old bat scares the crap out of me.”

Alex frowned, the light to the bathroom was on, and the door was left open. Shaking her head, she rinsed the plate off in the sink. She turned back to Naomi, “So, not that you won’t always have a place on my couch, but what are you going to do?”

Naomi groaned and covered her face with a pillow, “I suppose time travel is out?”

Alex laughed, “Well, yes, assuming time travel is out, how are you going to tell my brother?” Alex frowned and put the kettle on the stove.

“I could, you know, bake him a cake,” she smirked, “and put little letters on top that said ‘Surprise! Your girlfriend got knocked up!”

Alex laughed, “You could leave the pregnancy tests lying around for him to find.”

“Yeah, that would go over miraculously. If you haven’t noticed, your brother is extraordinarily unobservant, and he only ever comes to my flat when he wants to… you know…”

Alex covered her ears, “Eww, please just stop there.”

“I mean, is there really any good way to tell someone?”

“Tell someone what?” Halie said as she walked into the apartment.

Alex and Naomi turned to the door, looking slightly guilty, and Halie repeated, “Tell who, what?”

Alex sighed, “Well, I’m done fielding uncomfortable questions for the day… I’m going to get the post.”

She pushed Halie into the room and shut the door behind her. Old Mrs. McGovery gave her a dirty look as she descended the last step to the front of the building. She opened her mailbox to find the usual stack of bills and an impressive-looking parchment envelope. She began climbing the stairs, flipping through the mail—heating bill, electric bill, water bill, credit card bill, a flowery card from her grandmother. She split open the letter, and a matching sheet of stationary fell out. It read, “Alexandra Callista Wood you are cordially invited to Tea at the Callista mansion on the 3rd of January.”

Sighing, she pushed open the door to her flat. Halie was sitting talking to Naomi animatedly. Naomi, with an all too innocent look, turned to Alex, “Alex, you won’t believe it! Halie has the most exciting news!”

“Yeah, what is it?” Alex gave Naomi dirty look.

Halie took no notice and started, “So yesterday, Charlie wanted to take me somewhere after your grandparents’ party. He had been acting weird all day and well…he proposed.”

Alex nearly dropped the mail, “Charlie proposed?”

Halie nodded with an excited smile, “And I said yes!”

“Congratulations!” Alex gave her a hug and turned to Naomi, “Has Naomi told you her news?”

Naomi looked angry and Halie looked confused saying, “What news does Naomi have?”

“Bugger, Alex, I hate you. Halie, I went to the doctor today and I’m….”

“You’re preggars, aren’t you?” Halie gawked.

“What?! How’d you know?!” Naomi jumped up defensively.

“Merlin, Naomi, you were supposed to be the one who did okay.”
Alex turned to Halie, “What the hell does that mean?”

“Look at me, I write some shit column for the Prophet; and Lex here lives in a stingy rat trap apartment. You were going to be the respectable one.”

“Well, I’m not exactly thrilled about it either,” Naomi yelled.

“So, how did Ace take it?”

“She hasn’t actually told him yet,” Alex sighed and sat down, “So, you and Charlie are getting hitched?”

“And Naomi’s pregnant,” Halie sighed.

“And Alex has no job and lives in a grimy one room apartment,” Naomi finished.

The girls broke down laughing and Naomi spoke; “Now, I can’t even drink!”

“That does suck,” Halie shook her head sadly.

“No, if I don’t get to drink, neither do you two!”

Alex smirked, “If you haven’t noticed, we haven’t managed to get ourselves knocked up.”
“I’m going to order pizza. What do you guys want on it?” Halie stood.

“Extra cheese…Naomi’s eating for two now,” Alex smirked.

The girls continued to bicker as they waited for the delivery guy.


James and Ace had managed to make it back to the flat and had thrown themselves on the couch, which sagged under their joint weight. Ace groaned, “So, what kind of dad do you think you’ll be?”

“Dunno, I mean I would love the kid, which I guess is half the battle, right?” James sighed.

“What do you want, a boy or a girl?”

“Isn’t it a bit early for that? I mean is it even a girl or a boy yet?”

“I didn’t ask you what it was; I asked you what you wanted it to be.”

“I dunno, a boy, I think,” James shook his head.

“I think I would want a girl, you know, if Naomi was pregnant.”

“So, you’ve thought about it. What? Do you even have a name picked out?” James kidded.

Ace shrugged, “I have a great grandmother whose name was something like June or Juni… Wait, it was Juniper, always thought it was a pretty name.”

James laughed, “Your kid will hate you if you give her that name.”

“Yeah, well, lucky me. I’m not the one who’s going to be a daddy in nine months,” Ace kidded back.

At that point, Charlie, who had been standing in the doorway for nearly five minutes, coughed and said, “You two are totally smashed, aren’t you?”

He only heard laughing from the couch so he continued, “Not to spoil the fun but have any of us seen Halie, Naomi, or Alex yet today?”

“Nope,” James sighed.

“And you think that your best way to spend time is to be smashed on a couch and talking about baby names?” No response came so he continued, “James, you are going to Alex’s and you are going to talk this out. And if the other girls are there, you’re going to send them here. Ace, you’re going to find Naomi and apologize for being a drunken git. And when you’re both out of this flat, I’m going to have one uninterrupted night with my fiancée… Now go!”

Ace and James staggered upright from the couch. “Y-yes Sir!” James slurred.

The pair got as far as the door before Charlie called out, “You’ll be wanting a pair of pants and a shirt won’t you?”

The pair looked down and realized that Ace was indeed still in his boxers and James was still shirtless. “Right,” Ace sighed and staggered off to his bedroom.


All three girls looked up as James walked through the door with his hands in his pockets. He smiled and said, “Good evening, ladies.”

“Hey James,” they chorused in unison.

“I have been sent, as a messenger, from your collective boyfriends-” James stopped.

“Fiancée,” Halie corrected.

James nodded, “My apologies, sent by your boyfriend and fiancée to tell you that you have had enough girl time, and your presence is requested.”

“And if we don’t want to go,” Naomi sniffed.
Halie grabbed Naomi by the elbow, “We’ll be off then; I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Oh wait, will you guys go to tea at my grandmother’s tomorrow?”

“Tea?” they both looked shock.

“I don’t know, but I am thinking it will be better if I don’t go by myself… She can’t disembowel me if there are witnesses.”

“Okay then, see you tomorrow,” Halie smiled and shut the door behind her.

James grabbed a piece of pizza from the box and lay down. Alex lay down next to him, “So, do you have any idea how my flat got left unlocked and the sofa covered in the Shepherd’s Pie I left for you in the fridge?”

“I may have had something to do with that, but I admit to nothing…”

“Merlin, James, are you knackered?”

“Totally,” James giggled.

“That’s just great, James. So now you’ve taken to getting totally plastered by yourself?”

“I wasn’t by myself,” James sighed, “Ace was there with me.”

“That’s just fabulous, so my brother’s knackered too?”

“Yep,” James laughed again.

“God, you’re useless like this,” Alex sighed. “You can sleep on the couch. When you’ve sobered up, you can come find me.”


The sun came up and shone into the bedroom. Alex stared at the parchment envelope and turned it over in her hands. The Hogwarts crest was on the other side. She wondered if they could really revoke your diploma if you managed to still not get a job five years after you’ve graduated.

She looked up as the floor creaked. James was standing in the doorway. She smirked, “Do you have a headache?” He nodded but didn’t move. “Good, you deserve it.”

“So, what should I apologize for first?”

“First?”Alex said shortly.

“You haven’t seen the morning paper?” James asked.


“Well, then, I only have one thing to apologize for.”


“You’re really going to make me say it?” Alex arched one eyebrow and he continued, “I’m sorry that I got plastered then came over…”

“So, are you going to tell me why?”


“Why you found it necessary to get drunk for the second night in a row?”

“I would have thought it would be obvious.”

“You know what? I’ve had enough drama in the last day to last a life time. Let’s just finish what we started on the new year.”

She stood up and began kissing him. When his lips did not comply, she began to plant some small kisses down his neck. He started to struggle, “Alex… Alex, I don’t think we’re supposed to do this.”

“You haven’t had a problem with it for the last five or so years, have you?”

“Well, it’s all a bit different now, isn’t it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, James.”

Alex tried to kiss him again, but he fought the kiss, pushing her to an arm’s length away. James turned to face her, holding his hands on either side of her face, “Do you know how much I love you?”

“James, I love you, too”

“-and you can tell me anything…I would never get mad.”

“Except I don’t have anything I really need to tell, but I do have something I really need to show you.”

Alex stood slowly on her toes and leaned in, kissing his lips very, very softly. She led him over to the bed and sat down. She began to kiss him a bit more, but this time, he stood up. “James, what –is –your –problem?!”

“What- What is my problem? Have you completely lost your mind?”

Alex just looked at him with a look of confusion, so he finished, “I can’t handle this; when you’re ready to talk you can call me.”

With that, he turned on his heels and walked from the room. Alex listened, and as she heard the front door to her flat slam closed, she fell backwards against her covers. She covered her face with her hands thinking…has everyone lost their minds?

She felt the corner of something digging into her back and she pulled the parchment letter from beneath her. Without hesitation, she slit the letter open and started to read, “Dear Ms. Wood, It is with the resignation of former Headmistress McGonagall that I, Headmaster Marks, would like to extend to you the position of Professor of

Transfiguration until the end of the semester and a full-time professor can be hired. Thank you for your time. Please respond before the term restarts on January sixth. I apologize for the untimely nature of this invitation and hope to see you in Hogwarts once more. Sincerely yours, Headmaster Marks.”

Alex gawked; the sixth was in four days… Had Professor Marks completely lost his mind? There was no way she could pack up and be at Hogwarts in four days. Still, it was what she always wanted…
Her brain wave was cut short when she heard the front door of her flat open and close. She briefly wondered if James had remembered to lock the door on his way out when two voices called, “Lex, you there? You really need to come see this.”

Alex hoisted herself from her bed and walked to where both Halie and Naomi were waiting. She spoke, “Don’t both of you have jobs to be at?”

“Called off,” Naomi shrugged.

“Your mum told me to leave,” Halie sighed.


“How long has it been since you were in the papers twice in the same week?”Naomi asked.

“I dunno, a couple of years.”

“I think your records been broken,” Halie sighed, throwing down a news paper.

The headline read, “Wild Child No More: Alexandra Wood, Mother to Be.”

Alex looked up with a mixture of anger and disgust and said, “I am going to kill James!”

A/N: So, what does everyone think? A very interesting chapter if I do say so myself, but I want to know what you all think. Next chapter is in the works…until then, byes!

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