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Anything For You	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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A/N: Been really busy. Trying to help some fellow readers with their stories. While also not submitting to a gnawing plot bunny. Curse those things to hell and back!
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Starr: Me neither. But Vernon married her, so maybe they can find a suitable person for her.

"What about your friend, Remus?" Lily asked. "Robert is single, isn't he?"
Remus took his time in cutting up the semi rare pork chop that Severus had made for him. He avoided eye contact with both Lily and Severus, and cleared his throat to ready himself to answer her. With a brief glance at Harry, he uneasily said, "That would be a fabulous idea."
"What's the problem then?"
Severus cracked a smirk. "I believe Robert would be interested in Remus much before Petunia, Lily."
Lily gasped out in surprise. "Really?!" She squeaked.
"Does that mean he's gay?" Harry's question was nonchalant, more busy with picking out the papaya from his fruit salad than the conversation.
"How would you know anything about that?" Lily was more shocked at her son than with Severus' previous statement.
"Stop picking at your food, Harry," Severus scolded.
Harry frowned in frustration. He really did not like the disgusting fruit. "Neville told me that his uncle is gay. That means that he loves men and not women."
"No one is supposed to know," Remus confirmed Lily's question.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "It is certainly not hard to tell."
"And you're the expert?" Lily shot out at him.
"Lily, his voice is three notches higher than it used to be, and it wasn't from a spell or anything."
"And you can't deny how frilly his hair is," Remus added.
Lily shrugged. "I haven't paid much attention, I guess."
"Mr. Lopez always smells like strawberries."
"He likes to smell pretty," Lily told her son.
"Like Neville's uncle?"
"Exactly so." Severus' eyes were glittering with amusement, but he successfully hid a smile. "Finish your dinner," he ordered the boy.
"I don't like the pink pineapple." Harry made a face. "Ick!"
"It's papaya, Harry," Lily corrected. "And it's good for you. Remus brought it for us to eat, and it would be impolite not to eat."
Remus stirred in his seat, feeling a bit guilty. "Oh, Lily, that's alright if Harry doesn't like it."
"It tastes gross." Harry brutally stabbed it with his fork, as if he were trying to kill its flavour.
"You know the rules, young man," Severus reminded him.
Harry pouted, staring at the fruit, wishing it to disappear. He had been able to do it a year ago with the roasted turnips that Severus had prepared for him. The man's back had been turned, and Severus had actually believed that Harry had eaten them. Of course, the boy hadn't said otherwise.
Severus sighed in disapproval when Harry made no intention in eating the fruit. "You will eat it or you'll go straight to bed with no dessert."
"Severus-"
"There are to be no picky eaters under my house," Severus interrupted Lily firmly.
"What if I'm allergic and it kills me?" The boy asked with a bit of a cheek, he dared not to look up from his plate though. "You would feel bad then."
Severus cleared his throat coldly, warning Harry not to continue with his lip. Lily gave Severus a wary look, but Remus couldn't help chuckling at the boy's craftiness.
"There's only a couple people I know that he would learn such cheek from."
Severus' slit eyes left Harry briefly enough to give his friend a warning of his own, making the man bite back a smirk. Severus had the creepiest of looks.
Harry reluctantly finished his meal in silence, knowing Severus wouldn't put up with his behavior any further.
"Good boy," Severus praised, magically setting a piece of strawberry pie in front of Harry who exclaimed a quick, "Thanks!" before digging in eagerly.
When it was time for bed, and Lily and Severus made sure Harry was ready for his night of sleep, Harry asked if he would ever have to eat papaya again.
"I'll try my best to see to your request, Harry," Severus told him, not all too eager to make full promises to the boy lately. "But you have to be a good boy. Trying new foods is not a terrible thing to do."
Harry snuggled happily under the covers, content with Severus' response. "Okay."
Lily put Harry's favourite sleeping song on the player for him, charming it to repeat until he was asleep. "Thanks, Mum." the boy said sleepily, mesmerized by the music.
"Good night, sweetheart." Lily kissed his forehead, and Harry's eyelids closed. "Love you."
"Love you too, Mum," he whispered and then he yawned. "Love you, Severus."
"I love you, Harry. Sleep well."
The music stopped playing before the couple could even close his bedroom door. They exited the room hand in hand, their fingers laced together.
The next morning, Lily was making breakfast the muggle way (she hadn't quite mastered it the magical way). Severus sat at the table, pretending to read the Daily Prophet as he watched her flip pancakes at the stove. She sent him an ugly look when he nonchalantly turned the bacon with his wand. Severus gave her an innocent smile that quickly spread into a smirk.
"I'm making breakfast!" She told him sternly. "You got to make dinner last night. Besides, you're just teasing me."
"Pancake's burning." He announced blandly, wrinkling his nose to the smell. "Stove's too high."
Lily sighed. "I am not used to cooking with electric! Mum and Dad had gas burners!"
"We'll just put lots of jam on them." Severus said just to make her feel better, migrating the cooked bacon out of the fry pan and onto a plate with a spell. He sent one piece levitating toward him, his mouth was watering from the heavenly aroma. "And practice makes perfect."
Lucius' owl flew into then, gracefully landing on the table. It plucked the bacon right out of Severus' hand, lifting his leg, prompting Severus to remove the delivery.
Lily giggled as Severus grumbled a few curses.
"That was my bacon, you beast!"
The owl retorted with a snap of its beak, then took off, his task finished.
Scowling, Severus read the note;
While you were gone on you Honeymoon, there was an announcement made at the KettleKorn Country Club. Apparently, there's a junior Quidditch league in the making. The founders have already come up with a name for it, and they going to call it 'Little Beaklings Quiddtich League'. Seven people have signed up as captains to direct a team of their own. Tryouts are to began next week.
Draco is positively ecstatic over the idea. The lad's sweating his bum off, practicing out in the back as I write this. I thought your boy would also like to sign up. I have included the enlisting sheet and the league's official pamphlet.
Obviously, there will be a slight issue with convincing your wife to allow Harry to join. From what I hear, if he doesn't join a team, he'll practically be the only athletic boy wizard that will not be a part of this.
And we can't have that with the famous Harry Potter, can we?
Good luck, mate. You'll need it, I am sure.
Severus set the letter down, and rubbed a hand down his face. Lily didn't really feel comfortable with Harry playing Quidditch. She barely allowed the boy on a broom! But if Harry got word of this (and no doubt his friends wouldn't spare him the news), he'd want to sign up immediately. And, if Harry did show up at the league's tryouts, every captain would want him on their team. Not just because of his fame. Harry was a complete natural on a broom. He was an excellent player in just about all positions (he didn't make a great Beater, but that was an overly aggressive position).
It just wouldn't be right if Harry couldn't play Quidditch.
"What's that?" Lily asked curiously as she set down a plate of breakfast at the center of the table.
Severus took a deep breath. "There's a new Quidditch League."
"Oh," she said, sitting down. She called Harry down for breakfast who yelled that he'd be down in a minute. "That's interesting. Is it for the locals?"
"Yes, and it's going to be a league for children," He explained slowly.
Lily nodded, not missing where this was going to lead to. "It's a dangerous sport. Anyone who allows their child to play that is mad."
"It looks safe enough." Severus scanned the details. "It shouldn't be any more dangerous than football. The Bludgers will probably be similar to the Narf balls that Harry plays with at your parents'."
Lily smiled. "It's Nerf, hun, not Narf. Besides that, football is played on solid ground. I remember the games at Hogwarts, and the injuries those kids got from the sport!"
"This is different though. The balls are softer. The players are weaker."
"Severus, I am not going to have Harry play Quidditch right now. There's a reason they don't let the kids play until the second year of Hogwarts."
Severus nodded. "Yes, and it's not because it's dangerous. It's because, in their first year, students are to pay more attention in school and getting adjusted to it." He lifted a finger when she went to interrupt. "I was a professor there once- I know."
Lily huffed quite immaturely. "Well, he's my son, and I say no." She sent him a look, daring him to argue.
Severus looked down at his plate, poking the eggs with his fork. It wasn't really fair of her to say that. He had spent the last couple years raising Harry, and still put in an equal amount of parenting as she did. Shouldn't he have an equal say also?
"He'll be the only boy not allowed to play," He told her quietly. "It wouldn't be right."
"Then he'd be the only one safe."
Severus pursed his lips at her stubbornness. Even Potter hadn't been this headstrong. He shoved a fork load of the cold eggs into his mouth and soon slowed his chewing when he thought of something.
Potter would have let Harry play Quidditch.
Severus swallowed hard, clearing his mouth completely before he said the last thing that he could to persuade Lily's decision. "His father would want him to play."
That had made a satisfactory impact. Lily's eyes lowered to her plate, absorbing his statement. Severus knew that she hadn't had much feelings for James Potter at the time of her time travel, but she couldn't necessarily ignore the past that the two of them had had. Even one that she did not recognize. Harry was the outcome of a love they had shared. Whether she was around for it or not.
She shook her head. "James isn't the one that has to sit there, watching him fall off his broom, breaking his neck!"
"Lily-"
"He's only seven years old!" Lily hissed. "No."
Severus said no more, knowing the finality of her tone when he heard it.
Then she could tell the boy that he couldn't play! Because Severus wasn't going to! He got up from the table, and walked out of the kitchen, careful not to look at her.
Quite frankly, he was annoyed with what she had said, and how she had said it. It was like he had no so say in Harry's life anymore, and that hurt. He couldn't accept himself to take over as Harry's father, but he had been the boy's guardian for a lengthy amount of time. Long enough to grow fond of the kid. Long enough to worry when the boy was hurt or sick. Long enough to have had sat up many nights when Harry wept into his arms from the horrid nightmares of his previous life before living the new one that Severus had opened his life up for.
And long enough to love Harry just as if he were his own blood.
Later that night, when Severus came out of his Potion lab, still upset over the morning's event, Harry approached him, as if he had been waiting for Severus to emerge.
"Can I have Nev and Draco over for a sleepover tomorrow?" He asked eagerly.
Severus stalked passed Harry to the kitchen. "Ask your mother," he muttered, seeking inside the fridge for a something to munch on.
"She won't mind, you know so."
"Lily is in charge of you now, Harry, you need to ask her from now on." Severus pretended not to notice the boy's confused look and magically made himself a sandwich. He took it to the living room so he could stare at the telly, pretending to be engrossed in that.
Severus refrained from sighing when Harry sat next to him. "Why are you mad?" The boy asked worriedly. "Did I do something bad?" His eyes grew wide at the possibility.
Severus wrapped an arm around Harry to make him feel better. "No, you've done nothing wrong. You'd know it if you had."
Harry nodded. "You'll look mean and scary."
"Precisely." He smirked.
"But you are upset."
"It's something you can't help with."
"Why not?"
"Harry, it's just nothing you should worry about," Severus told him firmly. "Now please let me be."
Harry frowned but obeyed, slowly sliding off of the sofa and leaving Severus to his thoughts.
It wasn't until two days later before Harry learned that he was forbidden to sign up for the Little Beaklings Quidditch League, and if they had had neighbors, everyone would have heard the protest he put up.
"But I want to play Quidditch with Draco!" Harry cried, waving the pamphlet, eyes wondering to it. He blissfully watched an animated picture of a cartoon boy whizzing through the air, chasing a flittering Snitch. "Severus will let me though, won't you?"
"Harry James Potter!" His mother screeched unhappily. "I said no!"
"But if Severus says yes, then I can go. Right, Severus?"
Severus sent the boy a cold look. "Wrong," he snarled, making Harry look down shamefully.
Harry's eyebrows creased with irritation. "Well, why not?!" He demanded at Lily. "Draco gets to go! And Ronald Weasley, who can barely even dodge a Bludger!" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I should get to play! I am not a baby, Mum!"
"You're certainly proving that," Lily said sarcastically, cutting Harry's sandwich in quarters.
Harry shoved the plate away. "And stop doing that!" He shouted, standing up. "I can eat my sandwich whole!"
"Harry," Severus spoke up.
Harry stood in place, huffing from anger, but said nothing. His eyes shifted to Severus, acknowledging him.
"You do not talk to your mother that way, am I clear?"
"Yes," His voice answered tinnily, knowing he had made a huge mistake.
"Apologize to her."
Harry sniffed. "Sorry, Mum." He said tearfully.
"Go to your room, Harry," Lily told him, swiping his uneaten meal off the table. "And no playing. Sit on your bed for timeout."
Harry ran for his escape.
"What has gotten into him?" Lily asked shockingly. "My little boy-"
"Does not want to be treated like a little boy," Severus interrupted her.
"I'm only protecting him."
Severus stood up, taking Harry's sandwich. "Well, he's your son to do whatever with." He walked to the doorway, stopped, and turned to her. Lily was giving him a questioning look. "Just don't cry to me when he won't talk to you because you've embarrassed him and forced him into being a mama's boy." He paused as she narrowed her eyes. "You know, men who grow up as a mama's little boys tend to not get married. They disgustingly devote their entire lives to their mothers. Forfeiting any chance of their social life, all because their mother won't let them do things on their own."
"Severus-"
"Don't worry, Lily," he said softly. "I'm only going to give him his sandwich, and make sure he doesn't go hungry." he gripped the plate tightly. "It's something I have been doing for the past couple years, after all. I'm just doing my job."
Upstairs, Severus didn't even knock on Harry's door before he entered, finding him sulking on his bed.
"Here." He set Harry's lunch on the bed beside him, and pieced together the sandwich whole.
"Why won't she let me go?" Harry whispered, picking up the sandwich and pulling off the crust. "Why does she treat me like a little baby?"
"She's a mother, it's just what they do. They are supposed to protect you until you are ready to fend for yourself."
"But... it's Quidditch." Harry sighed in frustration. "Quidditch for kids." He took a thoughtful bite. "You would have let me go, wouldn't you have?"
"What I would have allowed you to do doesn't matter anymore, Harry. You're mother is here for you now."
"But you're like... a second dad to me, and you've married my Mum. So can't you do something?"
"I've tried talking with her, Harry. She's firm on the decision. At this point, I think you're the only one that is capable of changing her mind."
"She won't listen to me neither," Harry said glumly.
"Do you really want to go?" Severus asked.
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's Quidditch, Severus! Of course!"
Severus stood above Harry, contemplating on what he was about to do. He saw no harm. Harry would end up learning about it eventually. Severus was just going to give him a head start. And in all honest, it would have been something Harry would have known already if he had had a normal life to begin with.
"I'd say it's time to teach you a little something, Harry," Severus said, casting a silencer spell onto the room.
The boy looked up at the man with curiosity. "What's that?"
"People are like musical instruments," he started his lecture. "and once you learn to read the music and play the right notes, beauty is made."
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