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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: Posting now because I
won't be here tomorrow morning! =) The rest of the A/N is at the end
of the chapter.

Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 05 –
Night

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:“What?
Me? Why?!”

Night
Talks

“Because, as I
told you, I can't trust Sirius right now... as much as I'd like to.
Until I have confirmation that he won't do anything to put Harry in
danger, even if it's by accident, I won't be able to trust him.”
James shrugged.

Severus just glared
before he moved to the fireplace, throwing a pinch of floo powder.
Belatedly he looked around the house, the shaking structure gave him
a bad feeling and he couldn't help but worry about the infant. Even
if he told Potter he would not have him in his house...

“James...”
He inquired quietly, looking around the living room again, even if
James was good in transfiguration... “Where are you both
sleeping tonight? I know I caught you both here in the living room
but...” he trailed off seeing the uncomfortable look on the
former Gryffindor's face.

“You'll
transfigure something...” Severus nodded, trying to tell
himself he did not feel pity for them.

It didn't work.

Severus closed his
eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and extinguishing the flames.
He hated going back on his word.

“Ok, that's it,
get your stuff, get Harry's stuff and you're spending the night at my
house.” He glared at James as he made to open his mouth. “Don't
even think of arguing Potter, the house is in no fit state to house
you or an infant, you're coming with me and that's final!” he
glared James into submission. A glare that, later, would be known as
Master Snape's death glare.

With a wave of his wand
James quickly packed everything that was usable, shrunk it, picked up
a sleeping infant, and headed for the fireplace. He lighted the
fireplace again, expecting Snape to call out the location, it was
only courtesy after all.

“Spinner's end.”
came the clear call.

As he got out of the
fireplace, he looked around, the house was cramped with books and the
light was horrible but it was still better than their crumbling
house. James hated having to bend to another's will but it was
inevitable in this case, he shivered having to think of a proper
thank you for the Prince heir. Patting his son's bottom he thought
about the earlier scene of Severus walking around naked in this room
and he hoped, with all his forces and willpower, that he wouldn't
have to walk around naked too. Sure he could set Harry naked on the
playpen with a warming charm over him and drying and evaporating
charms on the linens... but not him. Never! Specially around Snape!

He gave a half-hearted
glare as Snape stepped through. No matter that this was his house! He
would not be caught walking around with his bits exposed to the
elements.

“About that dress
code........” he trailed off, uncomfortable.

Snape just snorted,
muttering about 'dimwitted idiots' as he walked around the house,
spelling the area clean and removing the dust.

“It was to scare
you off my fireplace you idiot. If you must absolutely know, I was
getting a tattoo and it required me to step out of my garments.”
he rolled his eyes, quickly cleaning a set of armchairs, before
ascending the stairs.

“Come, I'll show
you to your, hopefully, soon-to-not-be-in-use room...”

The room was dark,
cold, filled with books and with a crumbling bed with a thin looking
mattress against one wall.

“As I said, I
know it's not much, but I'm sure you can transfigure it into
something better for you and your son. I'm making something to eat in
a bit if you're hungry.” and with that, Severus stepped out of
the room, closing the door behind him.

James sat dejectedly on
the bed, looking at the sleeping infant on his arms. Casting a tempus
he was shocked to find out it was close to 2am already he had spend
over an hour talking with Snape and not once – disregarding
that first time – he had tried to curse him, or maim him or
even prank him.

“How odd...
Snape's growing on me, who would've thought?!” he wondered
aloud, expecting an answer and getting none. He wouldn't risk
contacting Sirius through their special mirror.

A quick set of charms,
a set of runes and a transfiguration later, James was asleep on the
new and comfortable bed, Harry cuddling on his side.

Elsewhere an old man
was plotting. Not revenge – even if he did feel like it –
not a political manoeuvre, not even something as simple as a party.
Ah no he was planning something directly linked with the greater good
and the destruction of evil.

He was planning the
fate and life of one Harry James Potter.

He had read the reports
from the Healers, he had seen that James had cast the Quiesco
Curatio on the boy but he had his doubts that it might have been
that which had saved Harry. The charm was good, and the protection
was descent but it would not be enough to withstand Voldemort's Avada
Kedavra. His money was on Lily, a mother's sacrifice to block the
curse, therefore setting in a protection directly linked to her
blood, like Harry and like Petunia.

He hated to do it, but
he would have to force James' hand, force him to give up Harry so
that Albus could protect the boy and, for that, he would need to use
the debt Sirius Black had with him. As a bonus he would also get
Remus Lupin, specially as the werewolf was mad at James and had taken
to following the Black pariah around.

He looked at the
phoenix that was sleeping in his office, a tiny smile appearing on
the old face.

“You know
Fawkes... I think things will work out in the end, can't really
explain it. I just have this feeling...” He trailed off, the
tip of the quill making tap-tapping noises as it hit a spare
parchment.

It was close to 2AM
now, and he knew his visitor would be coming around this time –
he had asked him after all – but still, he startled as he heard
the knock on the door.

“Come in.”
He called, his voice carrying through the wooden door.

“Hello
Professor.” Came the smiling face of one Sirius Black before
the rest of his body followed into his office, still walking as if he
owned the world, still smiling as if there was nothing to worry
about.

“Hello Sirius, do
forgive me for asking to see you at this hour but I had a feeling you
wouldn't be sleeping. Was I right?”

The Black Pariah
shrugged, uncomfortable. “I wasn't able to sleep, not with the
funeral and the Petter issue.” He sat in one of those
comfortable chairs, letting his muscles relax on the cushioned
surface.

“Can you believe
James invited Snivellus for Lily's funeral?” he growled. “And
he wouldn't tell me why! I mean I'm hist best mate right? You would
think I had a right to know this stuff!”

“Did you bother
to ask him or did you just expect an explanation out of nowhere?”
Albus asked, the usual twinkle in his eyes as the looked at the
marauder. The sheepish look he got in response was enough of an
answer for the elder wizard.

“Tell me Sirius,”
he began, his fingers idly playing with each other. “What do
you think of the events of October 31^st?” he asked,
just to start the conversation.

“I still can't
believe that Peter betrayed us. After everything that happened
between us, our childhood memories, our very lives were entwined...
how could he possibly do that?!” He cried, the guilt he had
been feeling stepping forward.

The headmaster
shrugged, not at all shying away from the topic. “Some people
don't value memories like others do. Peter, I fear, is one of those
people.”

“I thought he
wasn't... he had always been in the shadows of other people, how
could he...” Sirius shook his head, resting his head on the
cushions of the overstuffed chair.

“I do not know
Sirius, but it's entirely possible that the evilness of Voldemort has
gotten to him.” the headmaster stared at the Black Pariah,
contemplating the next course of action, if he outright said what he
had in mind it was entirely possible that Sirius would run and tell
James Potter of their plans the first chance he got, on the other
hand...

“What do you
think happened that night? The Healers at St. Mungo's are adamant
that James is responsible for Harry's survival but...”

“You think Lily
did it? It's possible... Blood sacrifices are not that uncommon
but... if that's her work, why didn't Voldemort disappear when
another mother tried to protect her children?”

Dumbledore could only
twinkle at him, his smile a bit wider but just a little bit sad.

“Because that's
the first child Voldemort has ever killed.”

“That's not
possible Albus, in every house he and his followers attacked, there
has always total devastation, every one was killed, children
included.” Sirius laughed, incredulous.

“Oh I know, but
that wasn't his doing. Tom likes to kill powerful wizards... a way to
prove his strength if not his worthiness. He usually left the
children for his followers.”

“And to have met
his end at the hands of a baby that's not even a year old and his
mother's protection...” Sirius threw his head back and laughed,
the sound bitter and barking.

“So you believe
me... about Harry and Lily and their protection.”

“I'm not sure
professor... I mean, it's plausible all right, but James was also
chanting that healing spell. What's not to say that it's a mix of
both things that made sure Little Harry survived?”

Dumbledore nodded,
leaning back on his chair. “It's an interesting idea Sirius, a
blood sacrifice combined with the Quieco Curation an odd
combination but it's possible, if we had a catalysis that is.”

“The Dark Lord's
killing curse is not enough of a catalysis?” Asked Sirius,
thinking of the tiny baby he had seen only a handful of times since
he was born.

“Unfortunately,
no... for a proper catalysis one would need an unifying agent. A
third party that loved the boy as much as his parents did.”

“Do.”

“Excuse me?”

“Loves him as
much as his parents do. Don't use past tense.” Smiled the
marauder, even as he started to wonder why had Albus called him at
2am...

“Ah yes, do
forgive me, my dear boy.” The headmaster said, popping a lemon
drop on his mouth. “Tell me, what of James? Is he adjusting
well to his new life? I'm worried you see. First his parents, then
his wife and now his son's a target not only of Death Eaters but also
of the press and probably of the adoring public as well. They've been
pressing me for an interview with James and pictures of Harry
already.” the headmaster sighed, weary.

“Pressing you? Ah
well I suppose that makes sense... James won't let anyone near his
son without his permission.”

“Is that so?”
he inquired, staring at dark blue eyes. He idly wondered where his
spy was at this time, he had seen him at Lily's funeral earlier that
day and briefly talking to James before he stalked off to wherever he
lived. “Don't you think he's being a bit... overprotective of
Harry?”

To that Sirius could
only shrug.

“I've seen Harry
only a handful of times, and every time I went to pick him up he
started crying so either James or Lily would pick him up and leave
the room.”

“That's being
overprotective...” Albus smiled, his eyes twinkling. He also
had seen Harry only a few times, counting the last Halloween, and
based on what he had seen he had the ground to file a change of
guardians to the boy. He knew Sirius would back him up, he had to.

“I think, no... I
fear what James might do now that he's alone.” He shook his
head, staring at the missing phoenix. Fawkes hated when he begun to
weave some lies but the headmaster kept telling himself it was for
the greater good.

“James wouldn't
do anything to his son.”

“Not even consort
with a Death Eater?”

“What? I...”
Sirius sighed, getting up and standing by the closed window. “Until
some time ago I'd say no but... now I'm just not sure I mean with
Snivellus...” He shook his head in disappointment. What was
James doing?

Headmaster Dumbledore
ignored the jab to his spy. Sirius and Moody tended to think alike,
once a death eater, always a death eater.

“You're going to
take action aren't you?”

“I am... Harry's
important to our world and James... I fear what he might do to him at
this time.” he sighed.

“I'll help, I'll
try and make James see sense, he has always been a reasonable guy. I
don't see why this would be different.” Sirius shook his head
again, his hand searching for the wand inside his robes.

“Thank you
Sirius, I really appreciate your help.”

“Don't mention
it... and.. headmaster?” He tilted his head to the side,
staring at the elder wizard. “Does this... clear my debt?”

“What debt?”

And with that Sirius
left, wondering if he was doing the right thing. Getting his
brother's son away from him, even if it was for Harry's own good...
James would never forgive him.

It was as he was
leaving Hogwarts grounds that he saw him, scurrying around like the
little rat he was, probably searching for another family to destroy
or even a new master to follow, was Wormtail. The snivelling little
rat.

If Snivellus didn't
hold the nickname already that is what he would've called the
traitor.

Without thinking twice
he charged ahead, howling the other's name.

“Wormtail!!”

What greeted him was
something he never, in all of his years, would have expected. The rat
broke into a warm large smile, opening his arms and running to
Sirius. This was the happiest he had seen him since their 6^th
year.

“Sirius! Oh
Sirius thank Merlin! Sirius the Dark Lord he... oh Sirius you've
gotta help!!” the plump man cried, attaching himself to the
Black Pariah's neck and refusing to let go, even as Sirius tackled
him to the ground and jabbed his wand on the other's back, directly
over his spinal cord.

“Don't move
Wormtail, I'm gonna give you a chance and one chance only. Why did
you betray James and Lily?” He growled, sounding much like the
dog that was his animagus counterpart.

“Betray? What are
you talking about? Wormtail said that... Oh no... not betray!
Never... I'm loyal to you and the marauders remember?” The
balding man said, innocent confusion shining on his eyes. “Listen!
I've got to tell you something... is about Snivellus...”

And then he grinned,
looking at Sirius with murderous intend. A hollow laugh followed as
the little rat begun to strangle Sirius, the auror misplacing the tip
of his wand in the process as Peter held his throat with his hands
and squeezed.

“Actually, never
mind about Severus let me tell you how I delivered your dear friends
to my lord.” Peter grinned, a grin full of yellowed teeth.
“See, to tell someone a secret you've got to be willing to
tell, to share the love so to speak.”

“And
with the Dark Lord... well... he didn't trust tiny little Peter to be
ready for him, to be willing and so, what did my almighty lord do
Black?” He asked, leaning on the grass, his hands still on
Sirius throat as he squeezed and released. “He legitimized us,
Peter and me, and torn apart our mind like a hot knife through warm
butter. And he was quite right you know Sirius... or rather, Mr.
Padfoot, tiny little Peter wasn't willing to give James and Lily's
location but oh, oh you wouldn't believe what happened!”

A/N
part 2: I'd just to remind you all that I do not answer well to
death threats! On another note I've reached 50,000 words for this
story!!!

A/N
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