James felt a sense of dread sink into his stomach and make a home there. Normally he would be happy if he'd heard the words his wife had just uttered, but something in his wife's expression when she said "Honey, do you remember how you had told me you wanted more children..." had stopped him from picking up his beloved bride and spinning her about the room as he told her that she'd just made him the happiest man ever. He soon learned what the cause of his dread was when he entered his son's nursery to find that he now had thirteen Harrys instead of one.

His wife had loved experimenting with charms, and had taken to joining her former fellow Charms Club member Selene Lovegood in performing several extremely dangerous experiments. Apparently, one of his wife's experiments had gotten out of hand, very out of hand.

"Honey, exactly how long are we going to have thirteen kids?" James asked his wife.

"Until they die." his wife replied.

"And that will be...?" James asked hoping and praying that the answer wouldn't be something like, "Midnight", or "Next week".

"I don't know." Lily replied "They could live to a ripe old age, or Voldemort could kill us all tomorrow."

Two months later, Vernon and Petunia Dursley were awoken by an unholy racket which was coming from the living-room. When they reached said room, it was to find thirteen crying babies who had been left in baskets which had been set down on every available surface.

Vernon snatched the rather thick looking envelope which had been left on one of the baskets and tore it open.

"Son of a bitch!" Vernon yelled, dropping the letter as if it were on fire.

"What is it?" his wife asked, looking completely overwhelmed as she tried to figure out which baby to tend to first.

"Those bastards expect us to take all thirteen of those unnatural children!" Vernon roared gesturing wildly at the baskets which each contained an identical baby boy who had a lightning bolt shaped cut on his head.