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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: Previous chapters were
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Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 06 –
Day

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:“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!”

Day
Talks

“You know... I
gave in! I let the Dark Lord to that area of our mind where the
secret was held and I gave it to him on a silver plate!” And
then Peter laughed, a hollow, high laugh as he released Sirius,
swiftly getting up while the auror panted for breath, picking up
Sirius' wand and, with a wicked look at the fallen auror, he snapped
the wand in half, getting a howl for all his troubles.

“Honestly Sirius,
blood traitors like you and James shouldn't carry wands, it's not
proper!” he chided, like a mother to an ignorant child. “I
thought you knew that! You're a Black after all.”

Sirius Black could only
cough, trying to get much needed air into his lungs, even as the
shock of loosing a wand begun to set in. “Who are you?”

“Honestly one
would think you knew me by now, I'm Wormtail. Wormtail and Peter all
in one.” he grinned.

“Why?”
Sirius coughed, looking at Peter and knowing that he was going to
die.

“Why what? Why
did I betray them and delivered James and Lily in a silver plate to
the dark lord? Why did I break your wand? Though to be fair I have
just answered that one, why the sky is blue and the earth is round?
You'll have to specify Mr. Padfoot.”

“Why did you
betray them?”

“Oh don't be
silly Mr. Padfoot. I betrayed them so I wouldn't die. Really, I
expected better out of you! I have this theory about the sky and the
earth you know... thought you might be interested in hearing it!”
He grinned.

“That's not good
enough Wormtail! We would have died to protect you!!” The
fallen auror shouted, finally daring to try and get up, on his hand
and knees.

Only to received a kick
on his ribs, sending the auror flying on the grass.

Wormtail sat on Sirius'
back, grabbing that mane on beautiful hair that the auror was so
proud of, and tugging, until he heard a crack and until he could see
Sirius could barely breath in the current position.

“Don't be an
idiot Mr. Padfoot. None of you would have died for me, just as I
wouldn't have died for any of you! We're all selfish beings Mr.
Padfoot and we would all rather that the world screw with our best
friends than have it screw with us. That's why I did it, and that's
why you'll do it someday.” he grinned then, taking a knife from
his robe, looking this way and that as he decided where to stab him.

Just as he was about to
plug it into Sirius' throat, a red light passed over his head.
Wormtail looked up, staring at the running form of the headmaster.

“Ah well... guess
our fun time is over... I'll regrettably have to postpone this
meeting to another time Mr. Padfoot and I do hope you'll forgive me.”
the plump man said as solemnly as he could, before taking one of
Sirius' hands, putting it on his back, directly above his kidney and
plunging the knife to the hilt. Leaving the auror on the wet grass,
hand attached with his back in a gruesome parody of a puppet.

“Do give my
regards to James and Harry, won't you?” the rat grinned, before
transforming and running to the forbidden forest.

“Sirius! Sirius!”
The headmaster shouted, kneeling besides the fallen auror, noticing
only the broken wand with the oozing core.

“Come on my boy,
hold on...” And that was the last thing Sirius Orion Black
heard, before he woke up in St. Mungo's 12 hours later.

James woke up to the
sound of giggles and a sharp slap on his face, again.

As he opened his eyes
he saw himself face to face with his tiny son, his tiny son who
smelled. Again.

“You know Harry,
if this is how you wake up your bedmates you'll be going to the
crib!” he joked, wiggling a finger in front of the infant as he
got up, picked up the infant and walked to the door. That's when he
smelt fried eggs, and realized he hadn't eaten anything in over 2
days. It was only the thought that if he fell, so would Harry that
kept him upright.

Carefully he descended
the stairs, coming to a stop near the door from which the smells were
coming from.

“Snape? Snape you
there?”

He heard a clank of pan
hitting pan before Snape opened the kitchen door, his face drawn into
harsh lines as he smelt the infant.

“Bathroom...
third door on the left.”

And quickly closed it
again.

“He's a prick you
know, but he's an intelligent prick so we'll let him be.” James
grinned at the infant, entered the bathroom and quickly transfigured
a needle into a changing table, put Harry on it and changed the boy
from something smelly to something cuddly and smelling of soap.

“There! All
done... now we'll feed you and then we'll feed daddy right?” He
asked the infant, going back to the kitchen, not caring in the least
that Snape was there was well.

A few hours later,
after James had argued with Severus so the later would take care of
Harry and after a mild breakfast, he left the dark house and it's
equally dark (and annoying) owner. Apparating directly into
Gringott's steps he hurriedly got inside the building, got a clerk to
accompany him to his family vault and requested a full inventory of
what his parents had done or not in the last 2 years.

He got a very
unpleasant surprise as he got into his parents vault. James
remembered the last time he had been here, he had been eleven and
they were about to get his Hogwarts supplies. The piles of gold had
reached the ceiling and there were precious stones here and there,
some were even parts of jewellery, women's jewellery but still.

And now... there was
not even half of that, no jewellery, some knuts and sickles were
thrown around and there was furniture in the far corner. It was all
disorganized and James felt like crying as he looked around the
half-empty vault. Even his own – the one where his payment was
deposited – was fuller than this.

“What the fuck
were they doing?” He muttered to himself, his hand
automatically going to mess with his hair in that old nervous
gesture.

“How could they
spend so much in ten years? There were thousands of galleons here!”
he continued to mutter as he set about getting his vault straight.

This was going to take
some time... even with magic.

Back in Spinner's End,
Severus was at a stalemate. He was staring as his best friend's child
and the child was staring back at him, the green eyes wide and
curious and intelligent staring right at him as if to ask 'who are
you?' swallowing what little was left of his pride – he had
taken Potter into his home after all, well, at least for the night –
he poked the soft, full tummy, snatching his hand back as the infant
gurgled at him. Draco had never done that.

“For Merlin's
sake Severus, you snatched the child out of his father's arms last
night while the little menace was crying. Surely you can take care of
him now!” he cried to himself, pacing up and down his living
room, looking at the babe every few seconds. A child who was looking
back at him, following his progress through the useless exercise. A
child who was growing tired of being ignored by the only adult in the
new house.

His lip trembling,
Harry let out a series of distressing noises, trying to roll around
in the soft cushion he was in.

Severus' eyes widened
as he heard the whimpers of distress. He had known it wasn't a good
idea to, to take care of the infant. He didn't know how! His only
experience with children was with a crying Draco. Which he usually
ignored, placing a silencing charm on the boy. He didn't think it
would work this time. Narcissa has always attempted to curse him when
she picked up the boy, until he reminded her he hadn't actually
volunteered to take care of her screaming nuisance.

This time... this time
he had been bullied into submission.

“I need to go
to the bank today.” James had said as he fed the baby.

“So go, no
one's stopping you.”

“I need you to
take care of Harry while I'm gone.”

“No.”

“Snape, you're
going to take care of Harry. He's colicky and I can't take him to
Gringotts with me.”

“No.”

“Lily would be
disappointed.”

“Lily's dead
and too busy getting used to heaven to look down. That's still a no.”

“It will be
easier to relocate and remove us from your house if you do.”

“I'll not be
subjected to bullying Potter! You'll just have to take your spawn
with you!” He had shouted. But still... he was bullied into
taking care of Lily's spawn.

Harry whined again,
finally rolling on his stomach, throwing a triumphant look at Severus
before trying to roll again, only to give up a moment later and lay
with his head on his hands.

Severus couldn't help
but chuckle, sitting beside the boy and putting him on his lap,
cushion and all. Harry Potter was so tiny, it was hard to believe
that the boy, barely bigger than his forearm, was being hailed by the
masses as the vanquisher of Voldemort. It was mind-blowing,
unthinkable it was... it was too much to bear on too tiny shoulders.

It was then and there
that Severus decided to protect the tiny infant from anything he
could, even if currently that was only dust bunnies from his house.

Placing a hand on
Harry's back he begun to talk to the boy, telling him the only
subject he knew how to approach. The boy's mother.

He was surprised when,
not even thirty seconds later Harry decided to try rolling around
again, lifting his head a bit and and rolling to the side. Severus
hastily moved his hand from the infant, looking at what he might do,
but Harry only sighed, resting his head on the cushion again, this
time looking at Severus.

The potion apprentice
sighed too, putting his hand on the boy's bottom and with a quick
accio he had one of his books in hand, with another spell it
was hovering in front of them, the pages turning quickly to the one
he had stopped in.

“Your father told
me you like being read to, am I right?” He asked, idly patting
the tiny bottom.

“Well, I don't
have any children's books around so you'll just have to make do with
the books from my mastery.”

And so he begun,
telling him about the effects of anise, and cardamom and blood wood
and why one should never ever mix dry sodium into a mix of holy oil
and peppermint risings.

When he looked down,
twenty minutes later, was to see the infant sleeping on his lap, eyes
closed and breathing steadily. He didn't bother putting him on his
bed on the third floor, he didn't even bother to move. He just
continued reading, this time quietly to himself.

Remus John Lupin was
lost. Nursing a goblet full or amber liquid he though about life so
far. As a child he had been bitten by a werewolf, and that was such a
scandal in high society that his parents sent him to live with an
older aunt. The woman had been caring and gentle sure, but it was not
enough to tame the wolf.

At eleven he had gone
to Hogwarts – against all odds – and got three wonderful
friends.

Now at age 20, going on
21, he had been the suspect of treason, had almost killed someone (he
lay the blame at Sirius' feet still), had gotten himself inside a
werewolf pack to try and bring them to the Light side – in the
process doing horrible things that still gave him nightmares –
and, overall, he felt that his childhood friends were a let down.

James, as the so called
leader of his pack, thought more about himself and his son than the
rest of the pack. Remus still got a bitter taste on his tongue as he
thought about the infant, for some reason he was unable to accept him
as part of his makeshift family.

Sirius was angry all
the time now. He had almost gone to Azkaban, had been replaced as
secret keeper by Petter, and was being led by Albus Dumbledore by the
nose into something Remus feared he wouldn't be able to get out of.

Peter... the slimly rat
had proved to be more of an Slytherin than any of them had ever
thought. He had gotten into the Order, had listened to their secrets
and betrayed them all in the end. He knew the animagus secret, knew
most of those secret passages... knew about Severus, Sirius and
James...

The werewolf snorted as
he thought about two people in particular... Frank Longbottom and
Severus Snape.

The first had taken a
liking to James and Lily from the second he had seen them in a new
setting – namely the Order – he had taken the young auror
under his wing, so to speak, and had ingrained himself deeply into
the working order of he Marauders. Peter was just too damn cowardly
to say anything but accept the virtual stranger and at the time Remus
still considered James to be their leader, their Alpha and so he
didn't say anything. Sirius was the only one to find the setting
weird and would often complain.

Snape... well... he
feared that he would see more of Snape than he had ever thought he
would, enough said.

He had heard that
werewolves had a particularly hard time adjusting to changes, but he
never really thought it was this difficult. His wolf counterpart
refused to accept anything new or strange, Harry and Frank two prime
examples. Oh he didn't doubt that, had James died as well, the wolf
would have taken the young baby as his own, would have even called
him 'cub'.

But the thought of
doing so now disgusted him.

He didn't doubt for one
second that, if given half a chance, his instincts would take over
and he would feel either forced to or have a seriously strong urge to
deal with the more easier to solve problem. It would be so easy to
drown the child and claim an accident. Or suffocate him and claim it
was a pillow.

Remus shuddered, trying
to get rid of those enticing thoughts. James was his friend, and he
had lost part of the family not even a week ago. He deserved to
grieve and to take time off of his friends, even if Remus' wolf was
hinting otherwise.

He shook his head,
staring at the empty glass. “I need another drink.”

“Too much alcohol
is bad for you Remus.” said a voice behind him, making him jump
and stare at the headmaster, someone he regarded as his personal
saviour of sorts, someone who, in the food chain, was bigger than
James when it came to pack mentality.

“Headmaster? What
are you doing here?”

“Do forgive me my
dear boy, but I tried to call you over the floo, but you were not
answering. I fear that Peter might have come after you too. And after
everything...”

“Peter? What
about him?”

“He attacked
Sirius last night as he was leaving Hogwarts. I had to bring him to
St. Mungo's since his injuries were much worse than what our new
mediwitch can heal. No, no... it wasn't anything bad actually, just
gave us all a scare.”

“Peter
attacked him? How?”
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