Disclaimer: The characters here and the world they inhabit are the creation and property of JK Rowling and her assigns. Larry Lupin is the creation of Headless Huntsman.

Larry Lupin woke on the morning after his wedding alone in a bed. It was pretty rumpled, but he wasn't sure he could remember everything. The clink of silverware on china at the end of the room indicated where he might find his wife. Her foot was bouncing, and she was behind a newspaper. The headline read, "MILD EARTHQUAKES IN PARTS OF ENGLAND, EAST COAST OF UMS"

"Sweetie?"

The paper lowered and blue eyes looked over the top of it. Why did that seem so wrong?

"Good morning, Larry. I thought we should have a good breakfast, after last night, and... you know."

He couldn't remember what exactly had happened. "So we..."

"Oh, yes. It was as if the whole building was going to fall down, but I'm pretty sure it was just the bed. Then you said, 'BAM!'"

Suddenly he remembered it. It was very intense. Perhaps the earthquakes had made it so.

They looked for a strange rabbit-sort of animal in a formal garden and had a picnic in a summer-house that reminded him of some place he'd been. She spoke with sharks on an island from which they could see a volcano erupting. They looked for several sorts of insects in a rain forest. Through it all, Larry tried to fight off a sense of unease. After all, this was Luna, whom he'd loved since he met her. He was soul-bonded to her, wasn't he? Why did he feel like he'd done all of these things before, but with someone else entirely?

They were gone for half the summer, but then Luna confessed that she was getting tired. They were sitting at a train station in Wales that had a gigantic car park behind it. "I think it's time to go home," she said.

"You don't seem to feel well, lately," he observed.

"I am tired," she admitted. "I'm not sick, though."

"That's a relief."

"I think I'm pregnant."

To say that Larry was delighted by the idea was an understatement. He quickly changed his opinion after they got home. Not long after returning to Ottery St. Catchpole and his father-in-law's home, Larry's other soul-bond mates descended upon him.

"I'm preggers, and it's your fault," announced Pansy.

"Your half-brother is now going to have a half-sibling who's a half-niece or nephew," said Remus, angrily. "Couldn't you leave things well enough alone?"

"I can't explain what even happened to me," said Ron between bites of an enormous sandwich. "We all went out for a drink and then went back to our homes, and suddenly in the middle of the night, it was like a tidal wave. I heard you shout 'BAM!' and the next morning there were reports of the tremors. A few weeks later I thought I was coming down with dragon pox or something, but the healers told me I was pregnant. Hermione is not best pleased, mate."

"It even happened to that bloke in the UMS... Hank, I think his name was," said Harry. "The officials there discovered he'd been Obliviated, and contacted us."

"I didn't-"

"It was the soul-bond," said Tonks. "You got us pregnant over that. Didn't you notice the earth quakes on your wedding night?"

"I-" Larry needed some air. Something was poking at him and getting more and more insistant, but he couldn't place it. "It can't have happened."

They circled around him and kept saying it.

"I'm having your baby."

"I'm having a baby."

"I'm having the baby."

"I'm having the baby."

Larry woke up with a deep breath of air. It was all a dream. "Thank Aries."

He was in his own bed. His name was, indeed, Larry Lupin. He was forty-never mind, he was a little over forty years old. He was the Professor of Managing Relationships and Counseling at Hogwarts as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was the Head of Merlin House.

His wife was Phoebe Lovegood. She was the child of Xeno Lovegood and Septima Vector-Lovegood and the result of a marriage law. She had her mother's brown eyes but looked very much like her half-sister, Luna. Any day now, Phoebe would-

The poking was on his shoulder, and one of his tentacles ached. He needed to get Phoebe to loosen her grip. "Sweetie? You won't believe the dream I just had." He tried to pry her fingers loose.

"Aguamenti!" Now a stream of water hit between his eyes.

He sat up. "Lumos! What's the matter?"

"Are you done dreaming about my sister?" she wheezed. "I need you to get the Matron." Now she seemed to completely lose her breath. The tentacle she was gripping lost all sensation as she closed her eyes and ground out her next words.

"I'm going... to have... the... bay... bee..."

A/N: Thank you, as always, to Blue Artemis for advising me through this story. I apologize to those who don't understand Phoebe's presence in the end of this story. She's mentioned briefly in Headless Huntsman's story "Harry Potter and the Were-Squid. For background on Larry, it's an awesome read. I apologize to the Larry/Luna shippers. It's not a bad ship, and I was going to leave it at that, but promises were made and therefore we get a Newhart-style ending.