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Promises of Forever	By : Ravenheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/James Views: 18939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: Again, not one of my
favourites, but it had to be written. Also, I noticed that Sev rolls
his eyes a lot in this chapter. At least in the beginning.

Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 18 –
Jealousy

Pairing: James
Potter & Severus Snape

Summary: James
survived that fated Halloween night, now with an infant by his side
he has to face adulthood and a world that demands his son. Thank
goodness he has Severus Snape on his side.

Warning:
Character Death, OOCness, cuteness, AU, Harry's three months old
instead of 15 months. Manipulative!Dumbledore, Evil!Tom Riddle

Disclaimer: This
is a work of fiction, written to win the NaNoWriMo challenge. No
money is being made from this and no copyright infringement is
intended.

Previously:Severus
climbed on the bed, pulling them both to him and giving each Potter a
kiss on the forehead, Harry answering him with a toothless smile as
Severus pushed his curls away.

Unbecoming
Jealousy

“We'll find a way
James. They're not taking Harry away from you.” his only answer
was a bitter laugh as James turned to stare at him, eyes bright with
unshed tears.

“How could they?
I wanted my friends here, with me to be part of my life... how could
they do that Severus?”

“I don't know, I
don't know them like you do. Your next birthday we can all wish for
their heads on silver plates if it makes you feel better.”

“No, can't say
that it makes me feel better... I want them dead. I want them dead
now.” James whispered, furious.

Severus decided to
ignore the tear tracks as he cuddled close, humming some nonsense or
other as he tried to calm all of them down. James just stared ahead,
the words in the letter burned into his mind.

'Inquiry about the
living arrangements of one Harry James Potter' 'claim of unfit
guardians' 'medical files and tests required' 'presence of witness
required' 'please be sure to notify your attorney or solicitor'

James couldn't help but
hate Dumbledore and Sirius at that moment. More than he hated the
LeStranges, more than he hated Peter and much, much more than he had
ever hated Voldemort.

“They're not
taking my child away. I won't allow it.”

“I know you
won't. Do you have any ideas?”

And then James turned
to him, and Severus was unable to conceal the pride he felt at his
look. Instead of the pure devastation from earlier, instead of the
tear tracks, he saw his eyes burn with fury, righteous anger and
something he couldn't possibly identify. And for a moment Severus
pitied anyone who got in this man's way.

“My... solicitor
is human but my attorney... it's one of the few things my father
kept, said you can't find willing goblins and when you do, you do
anything to keep them.”

“Your attorney is
a goblin?”

“Yeah... I know
it's weird but he's the best there is.”

“I don't doubt
you, but you're setting a shark in a room full of raw meat. I hope
you're aware of that.” His response was an undignified snort
and a look that said just how much of an idiot he was being.

Severus could only roll
his eyes at that.

Later in the day, when
James finally got out of bed, they were greeted by the ugliest goblin
Severus had ever seen. He was short, thin and he had claws instead of
usual fingers. Severus just shivered, choosing a chair right beside
Harry as James started to talk with the goblin, beginning first with
handing him the four letters, the first his and the other three a
call of witness. The goblin stared at it for a long minute before he
looked back at James.

“What do you want
me to do about it Lord Potter?”

“I want you to
crush them Vendevie. I want you to crush them so bad they'll look
like a first year Hufflepuff in a room full of Seventh year
Slytherins.”

“Ah... you're my
kind of client then Lord Potter.” the goblin replied with a
nasty smirk.

“Can you do it?
Can you win this case for us?” James asked and Severus could
see that same unholy light in his eyes.

“I can... but you
don't want to win it do you Lord Potter? You want me to win this and
to crush those inept fools in the process.”

“Don't get cocky,
this is Dumbledore we're talking about and to underestimate him would
be a serious mistake. Concentrate on winning. If you can do that and
destroy their hopes and dreams all in one, wonderful. If not then
just leave it at winning.” Severus advised, getting an ugly
sneer from the goblin who then turned around on his chair and
addressed the lord of the house.

“I do a
throughout job Lord Potter... unlike my human counterparts.” He
sneered.

“I know...
just... I'm on edge here. Our solicitor has been pressuring me about
an interview and-”

“And you should
do it.” The goblin interrupted. “If only to reassure
everyone concerned in this charade that you're actually a good
father.”

James just nodded,
staring at his son. He would not lose Harry! If he did... he didn't
dare think on it. He looked at Severus instead, staring at the greasy
hair that easily fell on his face. James had tried washing it once,
even succeeded, until the next day where Severus had just shown up
again with a greasy head, muttering about potions fumes. He had taken
to washing up Severus whenever they had a bath together –
which, he was happy to say, was often enough – and just getting
through Severus' annoyed mutters about how greasy it got, so what was
the point of doing it in the first place.

“What do you
think Severus?”

“Do it, if
nothing else you can frustrate the persecutors to no end and put the
whole public against them. It will make the trial that much easier,
specially since part of the Wizengamot is easily influenced by the
Prophet and The Times, mostly by the former unfortunately.”

“You think we can
put the whole public against Dumbledore?”

“Not 'we'
James... you. I'm not telling you to go there and have them write a
good story about you because you told them to. I'm saying you should
make them want to write good things about you. Have the wizard world
adopt you as the perfect father for the boy-who-lived.” He
rolled his eyes - yet again - at James affronted look, but continued
on. “I know he's not a tittle! To us he's the most wonderful
boy in the world. But the rest of the world sees him as their
saviour. If you can make them see 'Harry', wonderful, but don't count
on it.”

“I must say I
agree with Mr. Snape. Have the masses adopt you.” The goblin
nodded, his claws tapping on the wooden surface of the table and
leaving tiny little marks, all the while the only babe in the room
was watching the claws go up and down on the table, trying to get a
hold of one with Severus thwarting his every more, getting a
displeased whimper in return.

“Oh, that's all
well and good. But neither of you will tell me how. I can easily
decide on 'when' but how to do it...” he trailed off with a
worried look, nibbling on his lower lip.

Severus dearly wished
Harry didn't inherited that habit.

“Try and be
approachable. Not cute, leave cute to Harry. But be approachable.
Maybe have Neville over while putting on a show for them... Have they
play ball.” Severus added with a meaningful look.

At that James just
smirked, getting up and going to the living room, to catch a word
with Frank. And Severus was left to roll his eyes at the plain
rudeness of it all.

“Do forgive him,
today has been more stressful than we're used to.” He muttered,
a hand massaging his forehead while the other held Harry on his knee.

“Do not worry
about it Mr. Snape, had I been on his situation my reaction would be
much worse. And my politeness to guests as well. But I must be going
now, make sure you tell Lord Potter to be on the Ministry at 5
o'clock the day of the... hearing.” He sneered at the last
word, before disappearing in green flames.

The very next day two
reporters – one for The Daily Prophet and the other for The
Times, Magical Edition – were snooping around the Potter house
– which was properly furnished this time – and snapping
pictures here and there and specially at Harry, James and Severus.
And more importantly, at their interactions.

The questions varied
from a simple “what's his favourite toy?” to the more
complex “How do you deal with his sudden fame?” to the
deeply intimate and intrusive “What was his first bound of
accidental magic?” which James refused to answer, waving the
reporter with a grin and a 'you tell me yours and I'll tell you
mine.'

It was absolutely
brilliant, but it annoyed Severus to no end as he was reminded
forcefully of their school days and how James could get anything he
wanted, nevermind that the one to encourage said interview was him.

The day after that, the
special edition of the paper was delivered all around the United
Kingdom, some copies going around the world even. Needless to say,
Dumbledore wasn't a very happy person when he made it to breakfast
that day.

James looked at the
headlines and swallowed a groan while Frank sniggered.

“'Boy-who-lived
and family, an exclusive interview.' Exclusive? You had two
reporters here.”

“That's the
Prophet for you... what's the other headline?”

“'Most famous
father in the world comes clean, how does he do it? An interview with
James Potter.' So, which one's the worst?” Frank sniggered,
taking his eyes off the paper for a moment to check on the kids in
the playpen.

“Prophet I
think... They keep calling my boy the 'boy-who-lived' and 'saviour'
and all that rot even if I asked them not to, pity this shit is the
most read paper in our world.” James shrugged, fighting the
urge to incinerate the papers. He might have liked the recognition he
had had back at Hogwarts but now... it was little more than nuisance.

“Next time I'll
just ask for The Times, I like them better anyway.”

“Next time?”
Came the snide voiced behind them as Severus walked into the room. “I
thought there wouldn't be a next time.”

Frank stared between
both of them, with an odd look before excusing himself and sitting
with the children to play ball, he still felt unbelievably proud of
Neville whenever he changed the colour of things.

James and Severus
glared at each other before James grasped Severus' shirt and brought
him up close, snarling right up his face.

“What the fuck is
your problem?!”

“Resorting to
violence now Potter?” He sneered, his hand gripping his wand.

“You've been a
git since yesterday, what the hell is your problem?!” James
shouted, gathering looks from the peanut gallery.

“You're my
problem!” Severus shouted back, his face contorting into an
ugly mask as he sneered at James. “You and your perfect life!
You can have just anyone you could possibly want, what the hell are
you doing with a death eater?!”

James just stared at
him for a long moment, in the back he could hear his son crying,
probably because of the shouts. Muttering about stupid people he
yanked Severus forward, claiming the thin red lips and biting down
when Severus went to push him away. Taking advantage of the forced
gasp, he slipped his tongue inside, mapping that lovely mouth with
the tip of his tongue.

He could feel Severus'
excitement on his hipbone and he truly, truly regretted they could do
nothing about it now, specially since James had discovered his oral
fixation.

Pulling away only when
he felt Severus was truly breathless, he stared at the Potion
apprentice, he was flushed, his lips swollen from the kiss and the
tell tale sign of an erection was gently pressing against him; and
even if his face was turned into a scowl, he could definitely see the
heated gaze that swept through him and took his own appearance.

“I can't believe
you're jealous of the damn reporter!” he cried, throwing his
hands up and desperately fighting the urge to hit Severus.

“Admit it Potter,
you could have anyone you bloody wanted! Why the hell are you with
me?!” He cried, extremely grateful for the heavy robes and all
they hid.

“Because you're
the only one with the balls to stand up to me.” The Potter Lord
murmured, his eyes still with that unholy glint that meant Severus
was somewhat in trouble. Not that he actually minded the sort of
trouble he could get into where James was concerned.

“Don't tell me
you would prefer me over some chit who would listen to your every
word. Answer me Potter and don't think you can distract me with silly
kisses.” Severus growled.

“For fucks sake
Severus, if you're that insecure about whatever we have, and you plan
to take it out on me, just get out! I don't have time for temper
tantrums over hypothetical theories!” James shouted before
turning around and picking up his crying son.

Severus just growled
before stalking out of the house, fuming silently in the backyard.
James just rolled his eyes at the display as he patted his son's
back, his fingers drumming on his spine.

“Shh kitten, it's
okay... no more yelling near you... shh... I'm sorry you had to hear
that lovely.” he murmured pacing up and down his living room
staring at Frank and Neville while Harry continued to sniff on his
shoulder.

“Neville's fine,
just a scare...” Frank murmured staring at his friend. The
amount of magic he had seen in them... the amount of possessive magic
he had seen swirling around both of them... it was one of the most
amazing things he had seen. Not even he and Alice or even James and
Lily had that dome of possessive glowing bright red magic. It was
astounding to see.

Frank was sure that
both men would be together for a long time if their magic was any
indication. Even apart as they were now the magic was still swirling
and pulling and pushing against the other one. Not with the fervour
of before, but yet with the very same possessiveness.

As Frank departed for
his own house – and to have a serious talk with his mother –
he saw Severus still on the yard, jinxing some mud-made dummy. He
couldn't help but snigger at that. Ever their habits were the same!

James stared at
Severus, that was all he could do right now as he stared as his...
fuck interest? Blow dummy after dummy. He had noticed that most of
them had the Prophet's reporter's face on them, and the other part
had Dumbledore's and Sirius' faces. Personally, he thought Snape was
an idiot to be jealous. Sure he was good looking – no use
denying the obvious now – and he had some money and a sit on
the Wizengamot (even if the last would count for nothing the next
month), but his head had a price tag on it for any hardcore Death
Eater, his son was a target of two different organizations not to
mention the Ministry and his life was upside down at the moment.

He couldn't possibly
see who would ever want him like this. He was no prize at the moment.

“At least I'm not
an arrogant bully anymore, right Kitten?” He murmured, kissing
the soft curls of his sleeping son. Looking at the mop of fine hair,
he thought Harry would kill him to have passed down the shaggy hair
on to him.

He watched as Severus
cast curse after curse until his magic was almost exhausted. He
couldn't really See magic the way Frank Saw things, but he could feel
them, and as he felt Severus' magic begin to falter, he stepped
outside, carrying a fitfully sleeping Harry with him.

“Severus?”

“What?! Came to
taunt me again Potter?” He growled, turning around to look at
them, his gaze immediately went to the tear tracks on Harry's face
and he felt his heart twist painfully inside.

James just looked at
him and gave him a bitter smile.

“I know... I felt
the same way when I saw him crying.” he murmured, placing
another kiss on Harry's head.

“He's gonna have
nightmares today, isn't he?”

“I think so...
Stay?”

“I'm not gonna
apologize.”

“I don't expect
you to, you arrogant git. Are you coming in or not?”

Severus didn't answer,
just slid his wand on the holster on his forearm and walked inside
the house. He picked the paper on the floor staring at the picture of
Harry playing and James having tea with the reporter, he sneered at
the Prophet and promptly incinerated it.

“Stupid
newspaper...” he muttered, seeing The Times' copy by the
kitchen table. In that one, Harry was also playing, but he was
playing ball with Neville and it went with them changing the ball's
colour over and over and over again.

“I'm thinking of
putting that one on his album... to go with the rest of the
pictures.” James whispered, staring at the picture as well.

“I sure hope you
don't have any photos of me Potter.” Severus growled.

“If I do, you're
not getting to them.” he said, grinning and quickly walking to
his – their? - bedroom. Harry would have to sleep with them
today, behind him he heard Severus snarl of 'Potter!' and he couldn't
help but smile nastily at the sound, it was his own fault for
screaming and shouting.
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