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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:You're a lucky bunch, you know that right? I got the
computer away from the evilness of relatives and I'm able to update.
Now, if you see any errors please point them out to me despite this
being for nano, I'd like to get it as grammatically correct as
possible.

Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 03 –
Moments

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:“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.

Awkward
Moments

“It could have
been poison you know...” Remus stated, his arms crossed over
his chest and wand in hand. Sirius just frowned, staring at the pink
hue of the milk... he had seen it somewhere before.

James just snorted. “Oh
please... Do you really think Sniv would try anything at Lily's
funeral? He's an arse but he's not stupid... if he tried anything I'd
have killed him.”

“Still... usually
you're more careful than that. Specially with Harry...” The
bookish marauder stared at their 'leader', he just knew that
something was wrong with him... besides the event three days ago.

“Moony... I
haven't slept properly for three days... Harry was already dyeing of
hunger since he couldn't keep anything down, if the Dark Lord himself
had given me a bottle of milk with the promise that Harry would keep
it down, I would've taken it.” he said in such a deadpan voice
that Remus took half a step back and Sirius couldn't help but
chuckle.

“What is it
Padfoot?” James asked, sitting on the first bench as he fed
Harry, watching a lone house-elf pile the earth on top of Lily's
coffin.

“Just remembered
where I've seen that spell before... You know Andromeda? My cousin?
Well... she was on a rant about motherhood... saying how she felt
like a failure because she couldn't feed her daughter... That was
years ago mind, and it's bollocks if you ask me, but since I was
trying to get her sister in law to go out with me, I listened..
Cousin said that she used a spell... that conjured milk or
something...”

James just nodded,
before giving him a weak grin, “Glad to see you're over that
whole shit you were pulling.”

“Ah no Mr.
Prongs... not over... Just found a new target...” And then he
gave a devilish grin, pointing at the crowd of reporters outside the
cemetery.

At that James couldn't
help but groan, not even today, his wife's funeral could they get any
peace. At least Harry was eating this time.

“Stupid
anti-apparition wards.”

“You're gonna
have to talk to them eventually you know...”

“Yes, I am aware
of that... but not now. Think you guys could throw a perimeter ward
around us?”

Sirius looked suddenly
a bit reluctant, but gave a small nod anyway “Tell me you're
going home James, tell me you're not gonna do anything stupid but
stay at home for a few days and take care of Harry.”

“Don't worry Mr.
Padfoot, I don't plan to be anywhere else.” He gave them a weak
grin, trusting his friends to fend off any reporters that got too
close.

And with that the three
friends moved away from the cemetery, James casting one last look at
Lily's grave, before they braved the crowd. As they stepped outside
he was hit with two spells from his friends, it gave him space to
walk between the reporters and encased both himself and Harry in an
invisible bubble, where they couldn't hear the reporters very well.

Well Harry couldn't,
specially as he started to snuggle against James' chest, abandoning
the conjured bottle as he went into the first peaceful sleep of the
last four days.

James on the other
hand, could hear the faint echo of their voices, some drowned by the
bubble, others, shouted with enough force that he could clearly hear
them. He ignored it all.

“Mr. Potter! Why
did You-know-who attack your family?”

“Mr. Potter! Are
you planning to marry again?”

“Mr. Potter! Does
the fact that You-know-who vanished makes your son a more powerful
dark wizard than he does?”

“Mr. Potter!”
“Mr. Potter!” “Mr. Potter!”

He ignored them all.

He glanced at his
partially destroyed house with trepidation, they couldn't remain
here... and the Potters had no other houses, unlike other Pureblood
families. He swallowed, maybe a muggle apartment? He would miss the
magical world of course, but maybe...

As he walked inside and
placed Harry on his moving crib, thanking every God he knew that Lily
convinced him to buy it even before Harry was born, he thought about
what he would do. His mother, when overwhelmed, always made lists and
he guessed this was as a good time as any to start... first he had to
cancel the transfiguration on Harry's clothes, then get in touch with
Sniv- with Snape... he would need a plan of action and now was a good
time as any to collect that life-debt.

“Come on then
Little guy... Time to change but first...” Despite the
situation James grinned, moving through the drawers and getting a
somewhat muggle camera, taking a picture of his son on his tiny black
robes and suit. With a chuckle he thought about how, 15 years from
now, his son would be ready to murder him for that picture, but it
was just too cute for words...

Harry was sleeping...
his arms were up, on either side of his head, the robes falling all
around him and he breathed in and out with a heavy sigh here or
there.

Putting the camera
away, he quickly terminated the transfiguration, leaving Harry in a
light blue one-piece and covering him with the only usable blanket in
the house.

He gave a sigh of
relief as the spare parchment he had sent to Snape had come back with
his floo address and, checking up on Harry one more time, he stuck
his head on the green fire of the fireplace.

“Snape! Oi!
Snape, you there?”

He heard a crash,
probably in an upstairs room, before Snape's head appeared at the top
of the stairs, as soon as the raven haired man saw just who was on
his fireplace he quickly descended, shameless, as naked as the day he
was born, causing James Potter's face to turn an interesting shade of
red. The only thing that was wrong with the picture, was the Dark
Mark on his arm. Severus just scowled at the prudish pureblood.

“My house Potter,
I can walk around in any sort of dress code that I may possibly
want... and I do have a guest upstairs... now what do you want?”

“I... I.. er...”
James flushed even more, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand...
“I... spell... yes that's right... the spell you cast on
Harry's bottle... do you have it?”

Snape just rolled his
eyes before nodding. “Come through tonight, bring our son if
you have to, now get away from my fireplace you heathen!” he
growled, sending a hex towards Potter and putting the fire away...
“Now where was I?” he murmured before ascending the
stairs once more.

James stumbled back
from the fireplace, falling on his arse, face still flushed from the
scene at the other end of the fireplace... A naked Snape...
“Shameless, absolutely shameless.” he mumbled completely
mortified at the lack of manners from the Death Eater. His face got a
new lovely colour of red as he felt the throbbing between his legs.

“Oh come on! I
didn't just... seriously?!” He looked at the tend in his lap,
disgusted with his body's reaction. “It's only been five
months! You've been without sex for over ten years, surely you can
take another five months of celibacy!” he shuddered, trying to
will his erection away.

It was a knock on the
door and the voice of Albus Dumbledore that finally made the blood
rush from his penis and straight into his face. He felt like a boy
again... getting an erection in the middle of class and having his
professor catch him with it.

“James? James are
you there?”

“I... I'm here
Albus, just a minute.”

He awkwardly moved
around his still messy living room, taking a quick look at Harry to
make sure he was still sleeping, he pulled his wand tiding up a bit
before opening the door for Albus and Minerva.

“What can I do
for you professors?” He asked with a smile, even as he frowned
at the two Auror escorts stationed at the end of his front garden.
Something was not right.

“Ah, we just came
to see Harry... he has been through a lot lately and we came to look
at him, maybe help you out?” Albus asked with a benign smile,
but James' sixth sense was tickling, warning him that something was
not right.

He faked a mild
apologetic face as he shook his head. “Do forgive me
professors, but Harry's sleeping right now, and you saw how fussy he
was at the funeral.”

“I see... come on
then Albus-” Minerva begun, only to be cut in the middle of her
sentence by Dumbledore. The Headmaster never did that, he never cut
anyone. Unless it was important or they were being unreasonable. This
time he doubted it was either of those reasons.

“Of course, of
course... can we see the child at least? We're worried about him...”

He felt like frowning.
For some reason or other his previous Headmaster was acting weird and
his senses were tickling, warning that something was seriously wrong.
But, remembering his pureblood heritage and the etiquette lessons
that were hammered into his head – even if he did forget all
about them during his time at Hogwarts – he gave both visitors
a truly apologetic face, while palming his wand and getting ready to
commit some form of unforgivable (from a parent's point of view).

“I truly can't
let you in Albus, nor you Minerva... The Healers said Harry might be
a bit sensitive to other people's magic for a few days, you saw how
he was at the funeral... he only calmed down once we were at the
house.” It wasn't exactly true... but since no one had been
able to see his son properly, and due to the stomach issues earlier,
it was a perfectly plausible excuse.

But Albus knew he was
lying about Harry's sensitivity to magic. And James knew the
headmaster knew he was lying... He wouldn't let them in, at least not
today.

Minerva pressed her
lips together in disapproval, either at him or at Albus he knew not,
but nodded her acceptance of his refusal. She touched the
headmaster's arm as he opened his mouth, probably to try again.

“It's okay, we
understand James. Our best wishes to Harry, and may Merlin and
Morgana guide his recovery.” She said with a smile just as
false as the sentiment she wished to convey to them but he nodded his
acceptance anyway.

Just what were they
doing? What was the reason? What did they want? Why did they want
Harry? Were the Aurors in on it?

All those questions
swirled through his mind as he sat on his couch, staring as Harry's
cot swung from side to side smoothly and gently. He suddenly wished
his wife and his parents were there, that he had been the one to die
instead of Lily, he didn't even noticed as the tears started to fall
he could only see his son and he could only feel the black hole his
loved ones had left behind, just as they had left him behind.

He suddenly wondered if
their deaths was his fault. He was the one to talk his parents into
helping the Ministry and Dumbledore fight the against the Dark Lord,
he had been the one to convince them to finance part of the Order.
And Lily... He had talked her into fighting, into jumping into battle
head first. He practically painted a target on her forehead. And
then, when they found out she was pregnant, he had convinced her to
stop fighting, to stay by the sidelines and focus on healing instead
of fighting.

He only realized he was
crying when he felt the sudden sobs shaking his body, he was a bit
surprised at first, he had never lost control like that but he
remembered one of his professors talking about the effects of sudden
trauma, how it would catch up with you and suddenly make you break
down. He supposed the events of the past few weeks – his
parents murder, Lily, all the funerals happening one right after the
other – had finally caught up with him.

Suddenly needing a
lifeline, James hastily transfigured the couch into a comfortable
bed, with linens and a nice thick blanket, he felt like the weather
was crying all around him, pouring and morning the passing of three
of the most important people he ever had the privilege to meet.
Gently he picked up his son, careful not to wake him up, and laid him
down on the bed, getting under the heavy blankets himself.

He needed the comfort
of another human being, even if said human being was his sleeping
son. James fell asleep with the fireplace burning, with rain on his
window, his a soft body near him and with tear tracks on his face.

He woke up hours later
with a smack on his face, for a moment he thought it was Lily before
he heard the baby babbling away. He gave a forced weak chuckle at the
infant, rubbing his face to try and take away the pain of being
suddenly smacked. He felt his son would have a nice right hook when
he was older.

It was as he was
leaning over the infant, smiling a teary smile that he noticed the
shadow moving up and down his living room. He grabbed his wand as
fast as he could, even as he suddenly picked up his son and cradled
him to his chest, intent on fighting whoever it was that had them.

The voice of the person
naturally scared him nearly to death.

“Oh for fucks
sake Potter, put the stick away and pick up your glasses!”

He recognised the
voice, of course he did, but he couldn't seen to place it with a
face, even an enemy face. With a mumbled 'acio' and a bit of fumbling
he got the piece of metal on his face. Only to come face to face with
a thankfully clothed but pissed off Snape.

“What are you
doing here?” he asked, yawning now that the adrenalin had
passed.

“When you didn't
show up, I decided to come up here. Thankfully my floo records the
address of everyone who calls in.”

“Didn't show up?
But...” He muttered a charm, cursing at it showed to be over
10pm. Harry had gone to sleep around 4pm and him around 6. 4 hours of
uninterrupted sleep were wonderful, and despite his nightmares he was
well rested right now. “Shit... anyway, what's the charm like?
How does it work?” he frowned, thinking Harry should be hungry
by now.

“You know the
spell already, I wouldn't be surprised if you tried it already.”
Snape sneered in disgust looking at him. He noticed his eyes often
shifted to Harry, with a look of guilt and anger.

“I know the
incantation but How.Does.It.Work? Will it require blood every time we
cast it? What are the side effects? And where did you learn it?”
He grinned nastily at the young potion apprentice, unable to curb his
sharp tongue. “Planning to have little Snapes are you?”

He leaned forward, over
Harry – who was watching the two of them in apparent interest –
and near the edge of the bed. He was unprepared to receive the
needle charm right on his face and thus fell down from the bed,
falling on his arse for the second time that day. Snape only murmured
a quiet 'idiot' before he begun pacing in front of the two men
(well... man and baby).

“The spell is a
dark one-” He begun to say only to be interrupted.

“A dark spell?
You cast a dark spell on my-” James shouted, half enraged
already. How dare he? How. Dare. He?! And on his wife's funeral! His
best friend's funeral!

“You. Will. NOT.
Interrupt. Me!” Severus shouted, standing face to face with his
childhood nemesis, his hooked nose softly bumping against Potters.
“It IS a dark spell, and it's classified as such because it
involves blood. Doesn't matter that the blood is willingly given,
that it's the parents blood. It is still named a dark magic user.”

“What the spell
will do is this, it will take your blood and yes, you'll have to give
him two drops of blood everyday as long as he should be
breastfeeding. What the spell does is this: It will fill a baby
bottle with milk as if you were a woman and the milk had been yours,
the blood will make sure your white cells will mix with the milk and
get inside your son. And no there are no other side effects that you
should be worried about.” the man nodded in acceptance of the
forced kind, deciding to ignore everything and everyone that might
have told it was no problem to hear the weird tale of how he learned
the mother's milk spell.

“Where I learned
it or not doesn't matter. Tell me Potter... has Dumbledore come over
yet?

“He did... with
the state of the house I wouldn't let him in.” James said,
reluctantly.

“Good...
he got this idea that he had to train your son as soon as humanly
possible. Trouble is he wants to remove custody from you to do so.”
said the greasy haired young adult, looking at James with such
sincerity that the Potter Lord had to look away.

A/N:
Edited 12/06/2009
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