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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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A/N: Due to evil circumstances there's a chance I won't be
updating this Monday (when the update was supposed to go up), if I'm
wrong you'll get a third chapter on Monday, if I'm right you'll have
to wait an extra week.

Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 02 –
Funerals

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: It
was quite a while before something distracted him from the blurry
haze James found himself in.

Funerals
and new beginnings... perhaps

“Cast it again
Michael, this can't be right.”

“I am casting
it... perfectly!”

“Can't be...
the results are wrong, they have to be!”

“They're not
wrong!”

“He should
have died!”

“And yet he's
alive! Cast it again Michael.”

“I am! The
result is not going to change!”

“Jesus
Christ!”

“Merlin's
soggy left ball!”

“Mr.
Potter...”

“Mr. Potter!”

The intern touched his
arm, his face white as a the sheets beneath Harry, trying to get his
attention, he could see the other Healers were just as white,
possibly just as shocked.

“Mr. Potter...
the Healers found out what was cast on your baby. Besides your
healing charm, and possibly your wife's spell to coat his bottom with
lotion-”

“Actually that
was mine too...” James mumbled, his face doing a very nice
impression of a tomato. The healer could only smile, biting his lip
to keep from laughing.

“Anyway, besides
those two we found only one other spell. A curse on your son... we're
afraid that... you-know-who cast the killing curse on your son
Harry.” the intern said with as much calm as he could possibly
muster in the current situation. How do you tell a parent his son was
supposed to have died?

“The killing
curse?!” James suddenly felt faint, thankful that he was
sitting, least his legs gave away under him again. “But
Harry's... he's...”

“Your son is
alive. Against all odds your son is alive.” the intern said
with confidence, as the Healers finished working on the 3 month-old
baby.

“Is there... side
effects? A delayed reaction perhaps? Will anything happen to him?”
James asked, incapable of getting up but willing to try it anyway. He
couldn't lose Harry. He couldn't...

“Thankfully, no.
Against all odds he survived it, and he'll be able to live normally.
The only thing that's mildly worrying is the scar left on his
forehead, probably where the curse touched him.”

“Can I hold him?”

“Ah... of
course!” He intern smiled, picking up the baby and handing him
to the Potter Lord, who immediately started to coo and fuss over the
tiny human being.

“Battle scars
already Harry? Just wait until your uncles hear about it.” He
smiled, cradling the infant to his chest and to pushing the fine hair
away to look at the lightning bolt scar.

“Mr. Potter...”
One of the healers, Michael, sat in front of him, staring at the
picture of father and son while another one went out of the room. The
third Healer and the little intern stood by, either rearranging the
bottles of potions or spelling the room clean.

“Mr. Potter...
besides the killing curse, your son suffered from asphyxiation and
his crushed foot. Can you tell us anything of how it happened? It
might make treatment easier.”

James only nodded,
touching Harry's left foot and noticing the decidedly lack of bones.
“Well... When the dark lord cursed him, there was an explosion.
I heard an explosion at least and... and when we finally got to the
nursery there was this... everything had collapsed, especially over
the crib. Sirius, Frank and I had to removed everything to get to
Harry.”

“I see.”
The Healer nodded, giving the father a kind smile. “We had to
remove some of your son's bones as you've probably already noticed,
and we gave him Skelegrow at 50% of strength so it wouldn't upset his
stomach still he will experience a lot of discomfort in the next 2 or
3 days. There's also a blood transfusion on his system now, along
with blood replenishing at 70% strength. He will likely be fussy over
the next few days but that will be normal... Do you have any
questions?”

“Yes ah... the
blood transfusion... is it possible that the muggle blood will...
will remove Harry's magic? He did his first move on accidental magic
today...”

“He did? Really?
Congratulations are in order then for the little magician... but
no... muggle blood won't syphon the magic out of him... his magic
might be a bit wobbly for a few weeks but that's about it. The blood
will flush itself out, don't worry.”

James gave the Healer a
confused look, clearly not understanding what he was hinting at.

“Body waste,
faeces... it will be a bit darker for a few days, that's how you'll
know the muggle blood is getting out of his system.”

“I see...”
the Auror nodded, patting his son's bottom as Harry started to fuss,
he immediately looked at the Healer, his face pale.

“Normal
behaviour... he's just hungry now... and here's Healer Ashton with a
bottle.” he smiled, watching as James Potter tried to feed his
son for the first time in his life.

It had been three days
since the attack on his former home and James Aaron Potter would see
his wife for the last time today. He had notified everyone she knew,
Alice Longbottom (née Smithson), Lily's family – or
what was left of it – but he doubted Petunia and her husband
would show up, and even her childhood friends. He swallowed his
pride, his prejudice, his horror and the bile rising up his throat as
he called Severus Snape.

To him, Snape was
Snivellus, a death eater scum, the boy he had bullied over 7 years in
their teenage-hood, the boy whom he had fought – and won –
to get Lily's attention, Snivellus was the one to run to Voldemort,
to call Lily a mudblood, to force the Marauders hand. He also had a
life-debt to pay.

But, once, he had asked
Lily what she had seen in the pathetic snivelling human being and she
had simply answered that he had been her best friend, the one to
listen to her rants without complaint... even if he did call her that
foul name she knew he would always love her, maybe as a friend and
maybe as something else.

It was that loyalty
that made James send an owl for Severus Snape.

He gave a humourless
laugh as the picked up his still fussy child, Harry had been crying
on and off the past three days and there was nothing James could do
to stop him. Not that he had wanted to... he also felt like crying
and breaking down for the past three days as he finally came to terms
with what happened and the fact that he was, basically, homeless.

Solemnly he walked to
the graveyard, his dark robe matching his mood for the day, the black
suit underneath it rubbing against his skin in all the wrong ways.
Harry was similarly dressed, though his outlook came out as
cute instead of mourning.

“Time to say
goodbye to mama.” he whispered to the sleeping infant.

And like that he
entered the church grounds, sitting on the edge of the first bench,
dreading the sight of the coffin but yet not getting enough of seeing
Lily, their love had diminished somewhat since the pregnancy, but he
still loved her.

He idly noticed his
wife's friend sitting on the edge of the second bench across from
them, he heard Sirius say something or other about Snivellus being on
the funeral, but he ignored all of it. His eyes were on the coffin,
his hands trying to sooth the fitful sleeping infant in his arms

They were having the
ceremony outside, flowers covered the holy ground and white candles
were lit as a sign of mourning, but James couldn't pay attention to
it, not properly... it wasn't until Harry started shrieking that he
finally got up, followed close by Sirius and Remus – who had
been unable to come before due to the full moon – and stood a
few feet away from the whole procedure, casting a privacy charm
around the four of them to drown the cries of his child. This was a
funeral, nor a circus.

Padfoot stood a few
feet away, smoking, as he glared at the greasy head of their former
victim. Moony stood against a tree, a silent supervisor to the
funeral.

“Merlin can't you
shut him up?” Came the growl from his best mate. Even as Remus
stiffened.

“He lost his
mother and he just got out of the hospital Padfoot, I'm not gonna
complain over a few tears.” James snapped, cuddling the child
close and rubbing his back. “And don't smoke that near my son!”

“Shhh it's okay
love, it's okay...” he whispered, Harry hiccuping on his
shoulder as he sucked on his fist, clearly hungry.

Padfoot made an
impatient sound, swiftly getting out of their private zone and out of
the cemetery all together, still within sight if someone needed him
but obviously trying to be alone.

It was Moony that broke
the stiffness between them.

“What happened to
him?”

“Crouch attempted
to arrest him for murder conspiracy. Not like they can arrest him for
telling a secret to someone else isn't it?” James replied with
a bitter smile.

“I had to go over
to the Auror Division. They were about ready to send him to Azkaban,
without trial... And then I had to explain that we had changed secret
keepers and now they're after Peter.” He paused, still rubbing
the infant's back, he could still smell baby powder on him. “It's
very annoying when you get the victim role and people still suspect
you.”

With a withering look
in James' direction Remus agreed.

James sighed, staring
as the coffin was gently lowered to the ground, Harry continued to
howl in his ear. “I'm not gonna apologize for trying to protect
my family Remus.”

“Didn't work very
well, did it?”

James – who had
just taken a stop to go and pray for his wife – stopped as if
someone had hexed him. He didn't turn around to look at his friend.
He understood that he was mad, had every right to be mad actually,
but he didn't need that sort of attitude on Lily's funeral.

“If you've got
nothing of value to say today, either keep it to yourself or get out
before I hex you.”

“James...”

“I mean it Remus.
Either keep it inside or get out, I understand the wolf's near the
surface but I don't need that sort of attitude either from you or
from Sirius today.” And with that he walked out, dispelling the
ward and walking to the edge of the hole where his wife's body would
rest for the rest of eternity.

He found himself side
by side with Snivellus, a thought which disgusted him mildly. He
wasn't surprised the other man had come, he was, actually, surprised
that he wasn't incapable of coming. He thought that, by now, all
Death Eaters were caught and in Azkaban even if Dumbledore vouched
for his supposed innocence.

It was somewhat
mind-numbing, to know that just four days ago he had a somewhat
normal life. And now his son was being hailed as the 'boy-who-lived'
and every newspaper in the world wanted a picture of the infant and
an interview with him.

It was an especially
loud shriek from Harry that begun the decidedly odd conversation
between childhood enemies.

“For fucks sake
Potter, can't you control your son?”

“I'm trying Sniv,
but Harry's restless today...” he replied, trying to keep his
anger at bay.

A groan answered him as
Snape turned to him. He looked much, much worse than he ever had.
Dark circles under his eyes, hair in tangles and curling around the
edges, he looked like he hadn't slept the past three days. But
then... James hadn't slept much, or at all, for the past three days
either.

“Have you fed him
yet?” came the unexpected question.

“What?”

“Have. You. Fed.
Him. Yet?” He asked, clearly contemplating hand gestures to see
if the nitwit would understand him.

And, reluctantly, James
found himself answering, telling his childhood nemesis details he had
yet to tell even his friends.

“I've... I've
tried... he doesn't take to anything. I got some milk at the hospital
like the Healers told me to. But nothing works! Absolutely nothing
works!” he shouted, getting the attention of the two other
marauders, who were quick to join both of them.

Severus rubbed his
temples, torn between telling Potter one of his family's secret or
possibly saving the life of his childhood friend's baby. Looking up
and seeing both Lupin and Black approaching, he turned to Potter and
fixed him with a glare.

“Conjure a glass
bottle, make sure the glass is thick.”

“Excuse me?!”
James replied, eyes wide even as he got his wand from his sleeve.

“Just do it you
arrogant arse!”

Hastily James complied,
and watched in fascination as Snivellus drew his own wand and
enchanted a spell, speaking as clearly as he could “Lactans
mater.” He watched in fascination as a white liquid filled
the bottle. And watched with morbid fascination as Snivellus cut his
own finger and added a drop of blood to the bottle, quickly doing the
same with James.

“James!”
Came the shout, a few feet away.

“Feed him that
Potter, it's mother's milk an-” A mild hex made him shut up,
Severus glaring at Black even as he raised his own wand.

“Hello Snivellus,
fancy seeing you here... trying to poison my Godson are you?”
Sirius asked with a snarl, gripping his wand hard enough to make his
fingernails dig into his palm. “You're not welcome here Snape,
get out before I curse you to the nine layers of hell... where you
should have been, scum.”

“Sirius stop,
this is a funeral!” Remus tried to intervene before Severus
could even respond.

“Fuck it, he's
not welcome here!”

“Sirius...”

Arching an eyebrow,
Severus replied, looking at Black before briefly glancing at James.
“I was invited here Black. But since the event is over you'll
have to excuse me... Potter, Black, Wolf...” he nodded briefly
to James before walking past them. Only pausing briefly to look at
the shrieking infant. “If he takes to the bottle and you want
the specifics of the charm, you know where to find me...”

And with that he
apparated out.

“What was
Snivellus doing here Prongs?”

“James you're not
giving Harry the bottle are you?”

James just glared at
both marauders, warming up the bottle and feeding it to Harry. The
silent as the baby hungrily sucked on the bottle was a blessing after
three days of crying.

“Thank
Merlin... I love the kid but...” he grinned at the baby,
disregarding both Marauders and tickling his tummy, “You do
have a set of lungs on you love.” he chuckled.

A/N
– Edited on 12/06/2009
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