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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: Happy Eater everyone!
Hope you had you bunny either delivering chocolate eggs or roasted
over a fire, personally I had lamb and chocolate. Now... I'm quite
impressed with the amount of pleading I receiver over the last
chapter, if I knew that to receive so many reviews I would have to
put a cliffhanger of that magnitude, I would have done so sooner!
(kidding!)

Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 23
– Happy

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: She
stared as James Potter gripped the hand of Severus Snape, at the same
time as he held his son, she saw as Dumbledore leaned forward for the
decision and, finally, she opened her mouth to deliver the verdict.

A Happy
Interlude?

James stared eagerly at
the sky, waiting for the owls to arrive with the papers. Usually he
didn't bother with the trash but today was special! He had been up
since 5 am, unable to sleep even if he was as tired as he had been
after the trial. Thinking of the event he couldn't help but smile
smugly as he skipped up the stairs and headed to the nursery, quietly
peeking at his sleeping son.

“Hello my love,
how are you this fine morning?” He whispered to the sleeping
wizard, picking him up – baby and blankets alike – and
gently putting him to sleep on his shoulders, humming something or
other when the infant opened his eyes, just to give a heavy sigh
moments later as settled back in the realm of the sandman.

“We have a big,
big, big day ahead of us kitten.” He whispered, rocking back
and forth as he left the nursery for the kitchen – again –
to wait the owls.

“And here comes
the first one!” He murmured, excited, as he noticed the rolled
up paper on the owl's talons.

He quickly paid the owl
before removing the paper and setting it on the table, with an air of
triumph as he stared at the headlines. Soon enough the Times was
joined both by the Daily Prophet and the Colony Report. He was sure
that, by lunchtimes, he would have both Witch Weekly and The Oracle
on his pile of news.

He was just thankful
that today was a Saturday and that his boss had given him a few days
rest for the trial.

And he couldn't help
but grin again as he remembered the scene.

“Concerning
the guardianship of one Harry James Potter, we made the decision to
give full guardianship to James Aaron Potter, with at least one-day
visits during each month to Mrs. Petunia Dursley, to reinforce the
blood sacrifice that Mrs. Potter started. Mrs Dursley please step
forward so we can give you, your directions.” The Minister said
with a fatigued voice.

There was silence in
the courtroom as everyone waited for the muggle to step up.

But she never did.

Apparently – from
what Vendevie had told him after the trial – for all that Albus
was willing to go to court in the case of Harry's guardianship, he
forgot the most important detail of all...

He forgot to contact
Petunia about her possible role in Harry's upbringing. James couldn't
stop smiling at the memory... Vendevie had told him that they had
hastily contacted Petunia, but the muggle was not willing to even
take a look at Harry, least of all having to play babysitter without
some sort of remuneration.

Honestly, he couldn't
see why not, his Harry was as cute as a button. No, as cute as a
newborn kitten... always getting into mischief and acting all
innocent specially since he started putting things in his mouth. Even
James' wand had been victim of the teething period as proven by the
little marks on the tip of the wand.

He remembered as he
walked into the living room...

...looking at the
secure area where they had added the perimeter where Harry was
allowed to play, he stared at the nappy-covered bottom high in the
air as Harry crawled after the bright red ball, babbling and talking
to the object.

He watched silently
as Harry patted the toy and it went bouncing back and forth in the
perimeter, the infant clapping delighted before he set off to crawl
towards the ball again. He stopped midway to look at the dark wooden
stick on the couch, where James had – foolishly – left
his wand, and James had only a second to think of possible disaster
before Harry had the dark wood in his mouth, biting and gnawing at
the tip.

Hastily stepping
forward, making noise so Harry wouldn't be startled, he picked up the
infant, removed the wand from his mouth and replaced it with the
sucking toy Severus had made all in one fluid movement, before
turning stern eyes to his child.

“Daddy's wand
is not a biting toy, Harry!” he murmured, gently pressing his
finger to the child's nose.

But that only got a
giggle out of Harry.

James grinned at the
head filled with wild curls on his shoulder, he didn't notice the
time passing by, the birds starting to wake up or even the sun
getting higher in the sky, neither did he notice as Severus entered
the kitchen, stopping at the doorframe as he stared at the 2 of them.
Severus silently walked behind James, placing a kiss on both dark
heads.

“You're happy.”
He stated, his hands moving to James' waist.

“I've got my son
exactly were he belongs and Dumbledore can't get him anymore. What's
to be sad about?”

“Explain please,”
the other man murmured, even as he started to feast on James' neck.

“The Wizengamot
is the supreme judicial force here in Britain, if they come to a
decision, whatever it may be, there's no one to complain to, there's
no going back. It's over and done with.” he grinned, patting
the tiny bottom as Harry shifted in his lap.

“And don't start
something you can't finish.” he muttered, at the same time that
Harry shifted again and opened his eyes and yawned, drawing their
attention.

“Hello angel, how
are you this morning?” James asked, his smile not only on his
face, but on his voice as well. But Harry just answered him with a
loud sneeze.

“Aren't you a
cute one, I thought your father was teaching you some manners.”

“I'm trying to,
he can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to be.”

“Wonder where he
gets that from.” Severus muttered, nuzzling the infant's curls,
he was just a relieved as James to have Harry with them.

“Personally, I'm
blaming Lily for his temper.” he grinned, grabbing the stray
hand as it tried to grab his glasses.

“It's a wonder
you got along with Lily at all... the both of you had the exact same
temper.” Severus said, finally removing his hands from James'
figure and getting Harry's bottle from the cooler.

“And you're no
wallflower yourself you git... wonder how he'll grow up with us...”
his answer to that was only a snort.

“What?!”

“The way you
spoil him? He'll end up the sweetest boy you'll ever know.”
Severus said, his smile plain for all to hear as he approached the
man and gave him a kiss on the lips, and helped the infant hold the
bottle.

“How could you
not spoil him? Just look at that face!” James smiled, staring
into bright green eyes.

And Harry... Harry just
looked on at his parents face.

A few miles away from
their London house, all the way down in Devon, a family of 8 was also
starting their day, the father was already at the breakfast table, a
red headed baby on his hip as he set down the bread and butter and –
casting a mild silencing spell on the infant – bellowed for his
two eldest sons to come down.

“Bill! Charlie!!
Breakfast's ready!”

All the while he knew
his wife would be taking care of Percy, Fred and George.

Sure enough he could
hear the pit-patter of feet as his twins came down, the grins on
their faces reminding him of Fabian and Gideon Prewett... it was a
nice legacy for his family to carry. Behind them came Molly, carrying
Percy on her lap and his child carrying... something...

“But can I keep
him?”

“We'll see
love...”

“But I want to
keep him!”

“After breakfast
we'll talk to your father about it... now leave the pet in the box
and go wash your hands.”

“He needs to be
here!”

“Percy...”
Molly sighed, defeated, then picked up the rat, and hastily
transfigured a cage out of leftover yarn. “There you little
brat,” she said with fondness and love clear on her face, “the
rat will be in your view all morning, now go wash your hands and get
ready for breakfast!”

With a grimace she
washed her hands, before picking little Ron from Arthur.

“What does he
want, love?” Arthur asked, giving a peck on his wife's lips.

“Ewwwwww...”
Came the collective voiced of Bill, Charlie, Fred and George.

“You're kissing
mum!” they looked down at Bill's scrunched up face.

“She's a girl...”
said Charlie before poking his tongue out in apparent disgust.

“I don't like
girls...”

“'don't either
George... they like to cry... and play with dolls!”

Arthur just shook his
head, staring at the children and then at his wife, as she breastfed
Ron.

“A pet... he
found a rat at the Orchard and he wants to keep it.”

“Yeah! Can I keep
him dad?? Pleeeeease???” Percy asked, rocking back and forth of
his feet before he sat down with a pout at his mum's look.

“Vy 'ould yu
'anna ratifor?” Came Billy's voice, talking with his mouth full
of toast and bacon again.

“Swallow before
you talk William!” Molly admonished, glaring slightly at her
son.

“Shorry mum.”

“William!”

“So, why a rat?
There's always owls and cats... and even dragons!” Charlie
said, staring at his younger brother, holding a cup of pumpkin juice
in front of him.

“Well... owls and
cats are expensive... and I want somebody to talk to!”

“You've got
us...” Charlie said, staring at Percy then at Bill.

“And us! He can
talk vith us, right F'ed?”

“Uh-huh...”
said the other twin, looking down as he destroyed the toast on his
plate.

“It's not the
same...” Said Percy, his face bright red as he looked down at
his lap.

“You two is
always together.” he muttered, biting his lip as he stared at
his older brothers, and then he pointed to the two year old twins.
“So is them.”

Molly stared at her
third son – still feeding little Ronnie – before she
looked at her husband as if to say 'it's your decision.'

“Think you can
handle a pet Perce?” Arthur said, smiling at his son, his
smiled only got bigger as Percy nodded, followed by Charlie and then
Bill.

“Ve'll 'elp!”
said his oldest, munching on his buttered bread.

Molly Wesley just
rolled her eyes saying, exasperatedly. “William!”

“Shorry mum!”

Arthur swiftly got up
as he heard the peck-pecking of an owl at the window, and –
minutes later – as he opened The Daily Prophet, he almost spit
his tea as he stared at the headline.

DUMBLEDORE
x POTTER

An Epic
Battle for the Boy-who-lived's Custody

Reading the article, he
couldn't help but smile at James' part of the trial... Albus had even
asked about the previous article mentioning Fudge, only to be shot
down with a bored look – as the camera had pictured – and
a 'I was talking about my son, it's not my fault that people
misunderstood.'

“Arthur? What's
the verdict?”

“James got full
custody, as we knew he would... but Harry has to visit his muggle
aunt at least once a month.”

“Really? All that
drama over some visits?” Molly asked, staring at the picture of
James and Harry, and wishing that her sons would become friends with
the boy, it would – at the very least – be interesting.

“Not only that...
but it says here that his muggle aunt doesn't want to see neither
hair nor hide of any wizard or witch, least of all her nephew.”

“Oh dear, what a
horrible woman.”

“Yes well... I've
no idea what my father was thinking supporting Albus in this, a boy
should always be with his family, can you imagine it if was Ronnie on
his place?”

“Merlin forbid!
I'd have died... I would... don't even say that! What nonsense!”
Molly cried, shaking her head and getting up, handing Ron over to his
father again as she set about the house.

Arthur stared after his
wife sheepishly then turned to his son.

“Don't ever get
your mother mad boy... not ever!” He warned, his eyes full of
laughter.

“What about my
pet??”

“Well... you can
keep him if you promise to take care of it!”

“P'omise!”
Said the five year old, getting up and getting the rat from its cage.

“I call you
Scabbers... what you think? Because yous lat-lav- 'cuz you don't have
a toe.. and you're all yucky! Gotta take a bath.” The five year
old said, running out of the house and towards the pond, his brothers
trailing after him, 2 to look after him and the other 2 to watch the
rat.

That night, after
everyone had gone to bed, the newly named Scabbers escaped the
confines of his new owner's bed running towards the living room and
transforming into a man halfway, the man stared at the Prophet for a
moment before sitting by the lit fireplace. Had anyone been up they
would have noticed not only the Dark Mark lit by the firelight and
showing from a torn sleeve, but also the two wands poking out of his
robe.

“Well, well,
well... You've done well James, better than I thought you would have.
Never thought you would have gone head to head against Dumbledore.”
he sneered, staring at the picture.

“I-I think so
too... and... and... and the baby's cute, isn't he? Wish I could...”

“Your wish means
nothing Peter! I know exactly what you desire, but don't worry, for
once I'm prepared to give it to you... for a price of course.”

“O-of course...
I-I want to, want to hold him, just once.”

“And you will
Peter, but first we have to make sure this family believes it has a
new pet, don't we?”

“B-but Harry!”
He braved, staring at the fire and trying not to show disappointment.

“James is taking
care of his son Peter!” he hissed, suddenly furious. “We
cannot take the baby while he's watching!” He snarled.

“I-I know...
long.. how long?”

“I would think 2
to 3 months... make them feel safe, believe that only the pests and
mudbloods and blood traitors want the boy... we'll make them think -”
he stopped suddenly, closing his eyes. “What?!”

“Them, who?”

“James and
Severus. We can no longer trust Severus...”

“Good! S-snivelly
was never trustworthy!”

“True Peter,
you're right of course.”

“I... I am?”

“For once, don't
let it get to your head, come we must sleep, it's been a tiring day.”

“Never
thought the boy would try and wash me...” The man giggled,
going up the stairs and stopping outside a door with a little sign
with 'Percy' written on it. Suddenly, no man was standing at the
corridor, but a rat was making its way towards the bed where his
owner was sleeping.
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