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Anything For You	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7798 -:- 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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Just a heads up, I don't plan on doing much bashing in this story, I want it be all gooey and sweet... so yeah... I am not much of a James fan, but he supposedly changed after 5th or 6th year, and I am going to roll with that, going on the idea that he MAY had loved Lily as much as Sev had...Though... I can't see that, but I am biased when it comes to Severus, I'll admit it,lol

Chapter 4
October 1975
"Oi, Evans!" James Potter called out from the Gryffindor table, waving her over.
Lily stuck her nose in the air in an effort to ignore the boy she hated the most. She sat down at the Hufflepuff table, next to her friend, Alice. Alice spent a lot of time with the Hufflepuffs as her boyfriend, Frank Longbottom, was one.
"Potter again, eh?" Frank inquired.
Lily didn't verbally answer, but instead gave a huff.
"Want me to give him a little talk?" Frank sent Potter a dirty look.
"No." She sighed, and took a banana from the nearest fruit bowl. "How can he expect me to go out with him after what he did to Severus?!" she gripped the banana so hard, it squished into her hand and out through her fingers.
Alice raised her eyesbrows. "That poor banana..." she said dramatically.
Lily scowled, setting the mutilated fruit onto the table and cleaning her hand with a quick spell.
"Potter's just a toerag." Frank said gently. "Been that way since I've known him. You'd think he was half raised by the Malfoys, Lucius is no different."
"Lucius didn't threaten to harass someone just so he could go out on a date!"
Alice shrugged. "He might have. He was four years older than us. Could have done a lot in four years. Knowing their lot." she tossed her head toward the Slytherin table.
Lily got up, glaring. "Not everyone in that house is a bad person."
"But the majority are." Alice pointed out gently. "So just... watch yourself."
"Yes, be careful..." Frank warned. "If you want me-"
"I don't need you to escort me anywhere." Lily insisted, making sure her wand was equipped. "Knowing Potter, he'll be lingering two steps behind me anyway."
"So, you do want an escort, just not me." Frank teased.
"I'm not in the mood, Longbottom." Lily stalked off grumpily. She couldn't eat, she may as well go up to bed early.
Even though it had been just about four months since that incident, Severus and Potter still pursued her. Severus acted like a wounded puppy, and Potter was just as insufferable as ever, unable to comprehend that she didn't like him that way- that she didn't like him at all.
With all that going on, she was kind of tired of Hogwarts. Sick of the fighting, sick of the war on blood purity, and she was getting irritated by the constant pestering of both boys.
If all that wasn't enough, she had to be on the look out for attacks because a select few were brave (dumb) enough to try and curse her with awful spells.
She had climbed two floors before hearing a taunting, "Mudblood."
Lily looked around, but the corridor seemed empty. "Come out and face me like a man." She called out, raising her wand. But the hall remained quiet. Lily laughed. "Scared of my kind? How typical of your kind. The lot of you are cowards!"
A red bolt zipped to her. Lily didn't recognize the curse, but with a quick counter, she realized it was either very weak or blockable.
"That all you got?!" She snapped. "Show your face!"
And, one by one, four boys and a girl emerged from a classroom. All Slytherins, of course. "You'd be wise to go home." Avery sneered.
"Yes, before you get sent back in a coffin." The girl added.
"Always in a gang. In a group. No one taught you a fair fight?" Lily asked, watching them closely.
"All's fair in love and war." Avery raised his wand, smirking.
"Expelliarmus!" Lily disarmed the lot of them, wands flew everywhere, making the Slytherins yell out in surprise.
"Get her!" Avery shouted to his group, swiping up his discarded wand.
Lily stupified two of the group and realized that she didn't have time to do them all. She cast a shield around her and began running toward the Gryffindor tower.
She felt a small vibration each time their curses bounced off her shield, but it managed to stay intact with her full concentration of it. "Escalate!" She gasped, pointing at the stairs she was approaching and making them move upward. When she leaped on, she murmured, "Vers Nellian!"
"Hey! How'd she do that?" The girl demanded as the stairs zipped up so fast that Lily had to momentarily glue her feet to the step she stood on to keep from flying off.
She was safe. She thought, giving the stairs a glance after stepping off them. They'd be like that for a while and those Slytherins wouldn't brave it.
She jumped when she looked up, seeing someone ahead, but sighed when she saw that it was only Severus. Even though he was heavily interested in the Dark Arts and Death Eaters, he was harmless.
She bit her lip and walked toward him, her pulse picking up. She had wished many times, with all her heart, that he hadn't had said what he did to her. It had pained her dearly when he had called her a mudblood. She wasn't bothered by name calling (much), but because it had come from him, the boy she had grown to love and trust, it had upset her beyond repair.
How could he had done that to her?! After all they had been through? What had she done to him to deserve such treatment? The horrid memory instantly brought tears into her eyes.
"Lily-"
"Save it!" She snapped, passing him.
"He's giving you a chance." Severus followed quickly behind her. "He wants you, Lil'."
Lily whipped around so fiercely that her long hair wrapped around her neck. "You had better not be talking about Voldemort!"
Severus winced. "You're not supposed to call him that." He said meekly.
"Why would he call himself a name and not expect anyone to call him it?!"
"He'd rather be called-"
"He'd rather everyone kiss his feet! He's a crazy wizard, who thinks he can control everyone! Well, he won't control me!"
"Please, Lily, when he wins-"
"Don't touch me!" Lily shrieked, slapping at his hand that had made a grab for her arm. "Don't you dare touch me!"
Severus' arm dropped to his side. "His plans for your kind... They aren't good.." he whispered.
"And you support him, so they are your plans too!"
"Lily, please, just listen to me!" He begged in desperation.
"You say another word to me, Severus Snape, and I'll silence you! I'll silence you forever!" Lily's eyes narrowed darkly, blazing with a searing fire. Her wand was pointed at him, shaking slightly from her anger.
Severus' mouth shut at the threat. His eyes sunk to the ground and he sniffed wetly, but he was smart to remain quiet.
"Get away from her, Snivilus!" Potter sent a hex toward Severus, and Lily turned on her heel. Severus had made it clear that he didn't want any help from her kind.
And so she wouldn't.
She angrily wiped her tears away and stalked off.
* / *
"People wear strange things here." Harry noted, as they stepped into a clothing shop. Severus was going to get him a couple pairs of outer robes for protection against the elements of the upcoming winter. Harry gave Severus a shy look as he looked over his dark robes.
"Yes, many of the grown men here like the comfort in robes."
"Bathrobes?"
"Does this look like a bathrobe to you?" Severus asked, slightly insulted.
Harry giggled at Severus' disgusted face. "No!"
"It's a wizard's robe."
"Wizard?" Harry got a confused look on his face and a moment later his eyes widened. "That was a wand?!" He shrieked.
"What? This?" Severus fetched his wand from inside his robes. "Yes, it's a wand."
"Not a stick to hit me with." Harry eyed it in wonder.
"No, definitely not."
"Can you do a magic trick?"
"Trick?" Severus scoffed. Once again, feeling insulted. "Wizards don't do magic tricks. We do magic spells."
Harry shrugged. "What's the difference?"
"You're thinking of a magician, who fools his audience on making them think he can do magic. A wizard needs not to fool someone to believe his spells, for he is not a fake."
"Would you show me a magic spell then?" Harry asked, slightly mocking him.
Severus' eyebrow quirked up, surprised by that, but he chose to overlook it. Draco had the tendency to do the same thing. Maybe it was a thing that little boys did. Perhaps mimicking their authority figures helped them learn.
If Severus wanted this thing to work, he couldn't seek Potter in the boy. He had to see just Lily or else he'd never succeed with this. This much he knew. He hated Potter. He couldn't hate Harry though. Not Lily's son. He had to avoid being judgmental when it came to Harry.
"This is the first one you learn in school." he demonstrated the lumos spell, lighting up the tip of his wand.
"There's a school for wizards?"
"How may I help you?" A tall, cheery witch approached Harry and Severus, interrupting their conversation.
"I need two pairs of robes for the boy. Best quality you have that'll brave the upcoming winter weather."
The witch smiled at Severus then down at Harry. "And the colours?"
Severus stopped himself from saying black. With a thoughtful look, he asked Harry, "What colour do you want your robes to be?"
Harry gaped at him, obviously surprised that he was going to get some expensive robes, and also get to choose the colours of them. "Um..." Harry looked at Severus' robes and asked, "Can I have one black and one red?"
"You certainly can!" The witch said friendly. "Hop on this stool here." She gestured to one of the many foot tall stools.
"Not literally, Harry." Severus groaned, watching the boy jump on it with a laugh.
"Energetic little fella, aren't ya?" The witch noted, and set loose her measuring tape.
"Wow!" Harry gaped at the flying item that collected his measurements. "That's neat!"
"Hold still, little one." The clerk adjusted Harry's head to face forward. "Almost finished. Ah, there we go, we're done. My, my, you're a scrawny one." She said after reading over the notes. She glanced at Severus a moment before dashing off to one of the back rooms.
Of course people are going to accuse Severus of not feeding the child. What else was new? He got blamed for everything anyway, this wouldn't be any different. Well, he'd show them. Harry would be the best cared for boy of all the Wizard World.
It took two hours to get everything that Severus thought Harry would need. Including nutritional food to make meals that would allow the boy to gain some needed weight.
After putting away everything (Harry's new clothing had to be stored in boxes for now, as Severus' flat was so small and there was no room for another chest of drawers for the additional items), they were both extremely tired. Severus arranged his bed for Harry to sleep in. He had changed the sheets, the pillow covers, and even gave Harry a quilt of his own. The boy didn't know it yet, but Lily had quilted it back in their 3rd year. Severus had "stolen" it from the Potters' house the night that they were murdered.
"This is a very wicked quilt, Severus." Harry said with sleepy eyes. He yawned, patting the printed lion with his hand.
"Yes, it is." Severus simply agreed. Gryffindor quilt or not, he still liked it. It was Lily. Pure Lily. Red patches; as red as her hair. Gold bordering; for as precious as she was. And the lion prints; to represent her sorting.
"Where will you sleep?" The boy asked through another yawn.
"On the sofa." He answered, tucking the quilt under Harry's chin.
"But this is your bed, you should sleep in it."
"Tonight, it is yours, Harry. Sleep well." He noxed out the overhead light, slightly smiling at the comfortable sigh that Harry did before his breathing slowed into slumber.
The next morning, Severus woke up to the smell of bacon. He squinted his sleepy eyes and stretched his aching body. He moaned in discomfort. He had a pinched nerve in his neck and his entire left leg was numb from having had fallen asleep after the odd angle it had been kept in throughout the night. With a grunt, he sat up.
"Harry?"
"Yes, sir?" The boy entered the room from the kitchen, holding a fork.
"You're not cooking, are you?"
Harry nodded. "Breakfast. How do you eat your eggs?"
Severus stood and limped to the doorway, an effect of his sleeping leg. He winced as the sharp tingling began, a sign of circulation returning.
"Are you alright, Severus?" Harry asked worriedly.
Severus bit a finger to stifle a groan and nodded. "Leg's as-asleep." He grit his teeth.
"I hate that!" The boy giggled. "Try stamping your foot. That usually helps with me."
"It's almost finished." Severus assured the boy, grasping onto the wall for support. A moment later he sighed and stood up, patting down his wrinkled robes that he had slept in. Ordinarily, he slept in the nude, but he didn't want to scare Harry with his hideous body.
"Now then, why are you cooking?" Severus asked. Harry had returned to the frying pan and was turning the bacon.
"Earning my keep, sir." he answered simply.
"Your keep?"
"Yeah, I cook and clean, and, in return, you give me a place to live."
"Harry," Severus started sternly. "Go sit down at the table."
Harry spun around, his face filled with confusion. "But I need to finish cooking breakfast..."
Severus swept to the stove and gently pushed Harry to the table. "Six year olds do not cook in my house."
Harry's brow wrinkled. "Then... what do I do to earn my keep, Severus?" He asked innocently.
"Er..." Severus wasn't sure what Harry could do. He knew it was good for a child to grow up doing household chores, establishing morals in life, but he felt the boy had probably done enough of that in his short life.
"Wizards don't need little boys to do their housework. They can do it much faster themselves." Severus brought out his wand and gave it a flick toward the stove. Harry let out a surprised gasp as everything went to life all at once. Bacon was pulled out of the frying pan and the grease was collected. Eggs cracked into a bowl and were whisked vigorously with a fork. Fresh bread was sliced and toasted over the flame of the stove. Fruit was cut up and mixed together, topped with yogurt. The eggs were then fried, and, when they were finished, everything came hovering toward them, arranged on plates, ready to be consumed.
Harry was stuck in awe, unable to eat.
"It'll get cold." Severus warned dryly, picking up his fork.
"That was... amazing!" Harry cheered. "Can you teach me how to be a wizard so I can do that too?!"
"It takes many years to learn how to master all that, and even more to do it all at once. To do it all the time is a bit overwhelming for your body. I just did it to show you the possibilities."
"But you'll teach me?" He still hadn't touched his food from all the excitement.
"Eat." Severus said, pointing his fork at Harry's plate.
To satisfy Severus, Harry shoved a fork load into his mouth. "I want to learn magic, sir." He said after swallowing his bite.
"You will. At Hogwarts."
"What's Hogwarts?"
"The school where you'll be taught how to manage your magic."
Harry's chewing slowed, thinking that over. "My magic...?"
"You have magic, Harry. You're a wizard."
"I am?!"
Severus nodded, shuffling around the food on his plate, gazing at it. "Let me tell you a story. Your parents didn't die in a car crash, Harry. They were murdered..."
* / *
The tiny hand felt warm against the violent, icy breeze of the night. It squeezed Severus' own hand, almost as if the boy was trying to send him a comforting message.
"How are you fairing, Harry? Are you warm enough?"
Harry stared, but nodded. His other hand, that wasn't folded around Severus', was clutching a single white lily. Without breaking their connection, he delicately placed the flower on the tombstone of his mother's grave. He then fished a tissue out of his pocket and held it up to Severus. His eyes filled with passion. Passion that he had inherited from his mother.
"Thanks." Severus whispered, wiping his nose with a single sniff.
He came here every year on the anniversary of her death, and felt it was right to let Harry accompany him this year.
It never got easier. Severus could swear it got worse every time. The guilt stabbed his chest like an ice, cold knife.
Harry then took out a crayon from his pocket, and let go of Severus, walking to his father's grave. The boy bent down and started drawing. Severus waited until he was finished. He didn't know Harry had planned this, but Harry seemed determined enough to give his father a memorial marking of his own, and Severus wasn't going to stop him from doing it.
Harry stepped back minutes later to inspect his work. Severus went up to him, pulling Harry's scarf a bit tighter around his neck, since it had loosened from his movement.
"Is it good enough?" Harry asked worriedly. Harry had drawn a stick figure flying on a broom. Severus assumed that it was supposed to be Potter. The figure held a round ball looking thing (the Quaffle) and was posed in front of three goal hoops with another stick figure on a broom, blocking his pathway.
"It is better than enough." Severus told him. "And I'd believe your father is enjoying it right at this very moment."
Harry snuggled his face against Severus to block the horrible cold breeze of the wind.
"Let's go home, Harry." he gave one last grieving look at the letters spelling Lily's name, and then Severus turned, walking away, with Harry by his side.

A/N; I like listening to remixes. I also enjoy make up my own tunes, but I suck at it. Anyway, I was listening to a song, and it reminded me much of this story; warm and fluffy. Even though you haven't read much fluff yet, I am writing it up, so yeah. Squee!

The song is called Tectonic by Farbro (available to view on youtube). A cute, sweet, and cushiony remix. That's the theme song I have chosen for this fic. Have a listen if you want to feel all cozies.
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