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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A Father’s Love

James Potter held his baby son close to his heart. Baby Harry was sound asleep in his arms, laying his tiny head over his heart. He loved Harry so much that it choked him sometimes, when he thought too hard about his son, when he thought of Harry never being born, when he thought of the evil man that was now so intent on killing his tiny son.

Harry was a tiny baby, he had always been tiny and it tugged on every single protective string inside his heart. He couldn’t even put Harry down to sleep in his crib, even though Lily warned him that it could injure Harry’s back. He always felt more content to hold Harry against him, bonding with the baby son that looked almost identical to himself. He had been so happy, so amazed when Harry’s baby blue eyes had turned his Mother’s startling, stunning emerald green, happy but also a tiny bit disappointed that Harry wouldn’t be a complete James Junior, though he refused to tell that to anyone.

James carefully sat on his favourite chair, bending slowly so he didn’t wake Harry. It wasn’t all that long ago when he had been playing pranks and lounging around with his friends on the lawns of Hogwarts. It seemed so long ago but he was only twenty-two and as he stared at the smooth, rounded face of his baby boy, he could hardly remember those times when he was a cruel and selfish bully.

Holding Harry in his arms brought out his protective side, the side that would fight to the death so his little Harry could live. He could still appreciate a good joke, he could still have a laugh, but it was all secondary to Harry. Nothing came before Harry, not even Lily, the love of his life.

Harry snuffled in his sleep and squirmed closer to the warmth of his body and James broke out into a loving smile that he couldn’t even attempt to control. Harry really was a little angel and Sirius would never let it go if he heard James say that out loud, but James really didn’t care at that moment as he held Harry impossible closer, watching indulgently as one tiny fist came up to a tiny cupids bow mouth and those plump lips wrapped around Harry’s little knuckles as his son suckled at them.

He would do anything for Harry. He would give him anything he wanted, do anything he wanted, spare him any and all pain and he would lay down his life for Harry in a heartbeat. Harry was his son, was his angel and anyone who wanted to take him away would meet the end of his wand first, or even his fist.

“James? Do you have Harry?” Lily called out softly as she came into the living room. She rolled her eyes as she saw them both. “Of course you do, ask a silly question.”

Lily sat on the arm of his chair and stroked a tuft of jet black hair behind Harry’s tiny elfin ears and stroked a flushed cheek.

“He’s so beautiful.” She whispered and James silently agreed with her.

“He isn’t beautiful Lily love; he’s a handsome young man. Honestly he’ll pitch a fit in later years when he hears you call him beautiful of all things.”

Lily laughed and ruffled up his hair like he had used to when he was younger, now it annoyed him. Respectable Father’s didn’t have messy hair and unkempt clothing.

“Lily!” He whined. “I spent half the morning styling my hair.”

Lily kissed his cheek and James melted into the chair. He still loved her so very much.

“Harry’s so perfect.” She said as she gazed at her baby son.

“Lily, I’ve been thinking. Let’s not have any more children. Harry’s so perfect and I want to be able to focus everything on him, plus with Voldemort running around it’ll be easier to keep track of just the one child.”

“Don’t say that name in front of Harry!” Lily scolded him before replying to him. “I was thinking the same thing, but you love Harry so much that I thought that maybe you’d want more children over the years.”

“No, I only want Harry.” James replied.

Truthfully he didn’t think his heart would take being stretched more than three ways, he loved Lily, he loved Sirius, but he adored Harry and he was afraid that another child would pale in comparison to his first child, he wasn’t one of those Pureblood supremacist that ignored their daughters in favour of their firstborn son, even though he was a Pureblood and had been raised in those circles. It wouldn’t have mattered to him if Harry had been born a female, he still would have loved her, still would have laid his life down for her and he would have felt the same, he wouldn’t have wanted another child after her. He wanted to devote all of his time, all of his energy to his child and it would be easier to do that if there was just the one.

“You don’t think he’ll be lonely growing up without siblings do you?” Lily fretted. “I mean, Remus would never have any children because of his little furry problem, Sirius would rather shave his head than have a child and Peter, well Peter can barely keep a girlfriend for more than a month.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine Lily. We can set up play dates for him, Frank and Alice have had a baby who is about the same age as Harry, Edgar Bones had a daughter last March and Gideon and Fabian Prewett have been banging on about their Nephews for years. I’m sure Harry will make friends.”

Lily nodded and run a hand down Harry’s back, cupping his nappy clad bottom for a moment before pinching a little toe and wiggling it.

“Why don’t you put Harry to bed James? Lunch is just about done.”

“He’ll be waking up from his nap soon, what if I’m not there when he wakes up?”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine James, we have the baby monitor on.”

James nodded and reluctantly got to his feet and climbed the stairs with his precious bundle of eleven month old child. He carefully, gently, slowly lowered Harry into his cot and bent over to kiss his son’s baby smooth cheek.

“I love you Harry, my little angel, and I’m never going to let anything happen to you.” He whispered as he pulled a light summer blanket over Harry’s legs and left the nursery to wolf down his lunch so he could get back to Harry sooner. He never saw one little green eye crack open and two little hands clenched into fists as little elven month old Harry missed the sound of his Father’s strong, steady heartbeat against his ear.

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A/N: I’ve read a lot of baby Harry fics and a lot of them show James as an immature childish man who barely looks after Harry properly and doesn’t know how to take care of his son at all and relied heavily on Lily to do most of the work. I don’t see James like that. I see him as a matured man who finally grew up, got the woman of his dreams and a child he would die for.

There are no manuals on how to look after a baby, the majority of it is instinct and common sense that comes as the baby is born, comes from trial and error and good old fashioned practise. James might have been a goof in school and he might still have moments of silliness with his lifelong friends, but having a child matures most people and I don’t see James as being immature or stupid at all around Harry. I see him being a loving, responsible Father who loves his son enough to die for him and I wanted to share with you my view of James the Father.

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