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Promises of Forever	By : Ravenheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/James Views: 18873 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 07 –
Allies

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:“Peter
attacked him? How?”

Allies
and schemes

“He got inside
the wards of course. We don't know how he could have done so, but
there you have it.” Albus shrugged, sitting by the werewolf.
“Do forgive me if this is a bad time, but I was wondering if
you knew where James was, you see, the Healers asked me to contact
friends and family because of the accident and somehow I can't find
him anywhere.”

“He's not... he's
not in Godric's hollow??” he asked, shaken in the knowledge
that James had broken his promise to him and Sirius.

“No, he's not...
and I can't think of anywhere he might have been... I thought about
checking on Sirius' place and even the Longbottom state, but if he
had been there he would have been checking on Sirius already. I
thought you might know where he was.”

“No... I don't...
I can't... where could he have gone?” He muttered to himself,
briefly staring into clear blue eyes. “Maybe the muggle world?
I doubt it but it's possible...” Remus muttered as he put his
glass aside, the smell of alcohol filling his sensitive nostrils.

“I don't think
so... you see, even if he got married with a muggle born, he didn't
pick up anything from her. At least not anything that drastic or that
could lead to something this drastic.” the headmaster of
Hogwarts shrugged, staring at the lone marauder.

“Ah... no, he
didn't pick up anything useful I'm afraid.” the man replied,
his thoughts turning inwards once again as he thought about Lily and
James. James wouldn't pick up anything useful from Lily.

“Have you checked
with Snape by any chance? I know that seems crazy but they were
talking in Lily's funeral.”

The headmaster gave him
a gentle, indulgent smile. “Do you really think James would
seek shelter there?”

The werewolf shrugged
by way of response, his face a bit on the red side, and Albus
couldn't tell if it was from the wrong answer or perhaps the alcohol
in and of itself.

“Ah... I can't
help but be worried right now. If you hear from him, please let me
know.”

“Have you send
him an owl?”

“I have tried, it
hasn't returned.”

Remus nodded once,
before throwing a pinch of Floo Powder and flooing to St. Mungo's.

“Ah youngsters,
always in a hurry...” The headmaster mumbled, before taking to
the fireplace as well.

James stared at the
much, much cleaner vault. It had taken over three hours of spelling
and pulling and pushing and more spelling before it was clean and
orderly enough to understand what he was seeing.

Few jewellery had
passed through his mother's inspections and survived, also the Potter
Lordship ring was intact and for that he was thankful. A few darker
books were on the side, along with broken furniture he was planning
on throwing out or even selling. On the other side there were boxes
and boxes of shrunken furniture from the sold houses. Enough to
furnish the entire west wing of the Minister's house. He was just
thankful that there was still baby furniture around. The pile of gold
and silver and bronze was smaller than be previously thought as well.
Not much of a difference between the perceived wealth and the real
one, but still enough to have James almost cursing his ancestors.

Sighing in frustration,
he separated a box with basic furniture for both himself and Harry,
then got a pouch and filled it with galleons and got out. All under
the watchful eye of a goblin. As he got out of the cart – which
was reason in and of itself to leave Harry at home – he
approached one of the tellers, waiting in line until he had the
goblin's attention, and politely asked for their fee charts.

The goblin gave him a
sneer, before stalking off and coming back with their manager. One
second James was in front of the teller, the other he was sitting by
the fire with one of the ugliest goblins he had ever seen.

“Mr. Potter, why
would you want our fee charts? I guarantee that we run a honest
business here, and to be honest, by asking after it, we feel like
you're calling us thieves and liars. And we don't like being called
thieves and liars.”

“With all due
respect, I'm not calling anyone a liar or even a thief. But, unlike
my ancestors, I like to keep a close eye on my money, how much we pay
for the safekeeping of our money and how much of it is left after
your fees.” James replied, his back stiff against the stuffed
armchair and his left hand closed in a tight fist.

The goblin stared at
him for what felt like forever before getting up, stalking off to
some place and coming back with a book and a sheet of parchment bound
with a string. “Very well, have at it!” the goblin
sneered, looking at the Potter lord with such contempt that James had
only seen twice.

“Is there
anything else Gringotts can do for you?”

“Ah...”
James stared at the sheets of parchment, biting his tongue before
looking at the goblin again.

“Yes, My personal
account... I'd like half the money transferred to the family vault
and the remaining things I'd like to change it into a trust fund for
my son, Harry.”

“Not afraid we
might steal from you while moving the money around?” The goblin
snarled, showing more teeth than any animal or sentient being had any
right to have.

“Of course not,
unless, of course, you know of any goblin that might steal from me.”
James smiled, trying his best at an innocent smile.

“Mr. Potter...
I'd hold my tongue if I were you...” He sneered, before
producing a golden key from the folds of his suit and handing it to
James. “there you go, consider it done.”

And with that he
stalked off to the depths of the bank.

James just nodded,
before shivering and leaving the bank, Apparating into the Ministry
of Magic's atrium.

He found Frank on the
way to the PR part of the Ministry and the face of the senior auror
was as white as Malfoy's hair.

“James? What are
you doing here?” He whispered, eyes wide and his grip bruising
on James' arm.

“I work here
Frank, unless someone fired me without my knowledge.” His smile
was strained, Frank Longbottom's fingers were digging into his arm
and he couldn't help but thing something was seriously wrong.

“But.. Sirius?!”

“What about him?
Don't tell me he got stalked by another ex-girlfriend of his?”
James replied, rolling his eyes and staring at the Senior Auror.

But Frank just shook
his head, grabbing James' arm and leading him to the elevator.

“Peter attacked
him last night, Healers said he did a number on him. Broke his wand
even.”

“Peter? But...”

“Yeah, I know...
I thought about visiting him there but things have been tense between
us... where are you going anyway?”

“PR, just created
a trust fund for Harry and I gotta change where they deposit my
money.” He grinned, stepping out of the elevator and coming
face to face with a glaring Mad Eye Moody.

“Sir?”

“What the fuck
are you doing here Potter? And where were you yesterday? No one was
able to find you!” He auror growled, taking James' other arm
and leading both aurors to an empty interrogation room.

“Am I under
suspicion?” James asked as soon as they entered.

“Did you do
something to put you under suspicion?” The head auror glared,
Frank just shook his head and grinned weakly.

“Lay off him
Moody... we just want to know where you were... Albus said he
couldn't find you by owl and he wanted to talk to you.”

James rolled his eyes,
sitting on the table, disregarding both Moody and Franks glare at the
action.

“Muggle hotel, we
couldn't actually sleep in Godric's Hollow could we? The house is in
shambles!”

“So why didn't
you go to one of your friends house? We could have protected you
there, you nuisance!” Growled Moody, his fist clenching and
unclenching.

“Tell me Sir, who
would have thought to look for a pureblood heir and his child in the
muggle world?” James asked, a smug grin on his face. It had
been a stroke of brilliance on Snape's part, hiding the boy-who-lived
and his father in a death eater's house. Obviously no one had thought
to look for him there.

For the first time
James could remember he saw a look of mild pride on Moody's face –
it could be constipation as well but he would rather think of it was
pride – and even Frank had a mild surprised look on his face.
Both of them making him feel slightly guilty for lying.

“Good call lad,
but next time if you could just leave us some form or other of
getting in contact with you!” he finished with yet another
glare, while Frank just chuckled at his actions.

“I needed some
space after... everything and Sirius did have our two-way mirror.”

“Ah, that's what
he was clutching...” Moody murmured, nodding to himself.

“Anyway... it my
interrogation over? Can I go now?” He asked cheekily. “Gotta
visit Sirius and get Harry from his babysitter.”

“You... you left
your son with a babysitter?!” Frank cried out, more alarmed
than James ever thought he would be.

“Couldn't exactly
bring him to Gringotts could I?” James muttered, rubbing the
back of his neck.

“Muggle sitter?”

“Yeah, can't
leave him with someone magical could I? Part of them would spoil him
rotten and take numerous picture to sell for the Prophet, the other
part would rather kill my boy.” He shrugged, unapologetic.

“But still...
what if something happened?”

“I'll obliviate
her...” he rolled his eyes, waving at the two aurors and
walking out.

“He's lying.”
Frank said as soon as James' walked out.

“I know, think
you can follow him? Find out where he is? If he's in danger call me,
if not, let that bit of information be between the two of you. What I
don't know, I can't say.” The head auror gave a half-shrug,
walking out of the interrogation room.

“Dear God
James... what did you get yourself into now?” The hazel-eyes
man muttered, walking out of the room and in search of his wayward
friend.

He found him by the
floo, ready to shout the address. As soon as James stepped into the
green flames, Frank followed, and both of them ended up on a heap on
the floor in Spinner's end, from his position on the floor he could
see Snape reading quietly to his son, even as the potion apprentice
lifted an eyebrow to greet both aurors.

“I don't remember
agreeing to visitors, Potter.” Snape drawled, eyeing the mass
of limbs on the floor and bravely resisting the urge to laugh.

“I didn't agree
with it either...” James muttered, cuffing the other auror on
the head. “Honestly Frank!”

Pushing the other auror
away, James sighed and stood up, staring at the tiny baby on Snape's
lap. “How was he?” He asked, picking up the tiny bundle.

“He behaved more
decently than you ever did.” Came de deadpan reply as Snape
turned another leaf on the book. 'Probably potions.' James thought,
cuddling the infant close and peppering the dark head with kisses.

“Daddy missed you
so much my kitten!” He exclaimed, his fingers checking over the
infant.

“Oh for fucks'
sake Potter, if you're going to display cavity-inducing displays of
affection, do so in the guest room!” Snape cried out, pinching
the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “And take Longbottom
with you!”

James could just nod as
he stared at Snape.

“What happened to
him anyway?”

“I stunned him as
soon as I noticed you weren't the only one to arrive.” The
owner of the house said, unapologetically.

James just nodded, not
daring to argue. He just took his wand and levitated Frank to the
guest room, casting a silencing charm on the whole room and a mild
one on Harry's ears. Harry was still a bit colicky and he had no
intention whatsoever to make him even more upset.

As soon as he released
the other Auror, James received a cuff on his head and a glare. He
didn't dare sit on the probably transfigured bed, he didn't dare take
his eyes off James, he just glared at his friend and hissed through
clenched teeth:

“Explain.”

And James did,
everything. He explained about St. Mungo's and the Healers and the
three-day crying. He explained how his son refused to eat and how
Snape's spell was the only thing that he could keep down. James told
him about Snape's suspicion against Dumbledore and how he had forced
them to come to his house. He even told him about the Gringotts
scheme, thought that last titbit he swore the other auror to secrecy.

Frank listened to it
all with a calmness that scared James. When it was over he just shook
his head, mumbling about 'idiots' as he led them out of the room, a
whining Harry along.

“You're staying
at my house tonight, no... I'm not gonna let you stay with a death
eater. I don't care what he might have said or not, he doesn't have
any proof of it.” Frank muttered, leading James and Harry away.

“The fact that my
son is still alive-” James begun, only to be cut in the middle
by Frank.

“Only means that
he might be paying for the life debt now instead of later!” He
hissed before stalking into the living room, where Snape was still
reading as if nothing was wrong.

With a piercing look at
James and a shouted Ministry of Magic, Frank Longbottom was gone.

James stared at Snape,
the man was reading, his eyes following the page as he tapped the
book cover with a finger. James didn't think Snape was aware he did
that. Awkwardly he shifted the baby, biting his lower lip and
resisting the urge to just go, just get out of the way. However,
courtesy demanded he did something before leaving.

“Will you stop
staring already!” The man snapped, closing the book and placing
it – none too gently – on the coffee table.

“Sorry, but I
just don't know what to say before I leave!” James snapped
back, his glare more of a sulky stare than a proper intimidating one.

“You don't have
to say anything, just give me the gold and go!” Snape cried,
staring at James as if he would grow a second head.

“Gold?”

“Yes Potter,
gold... the thing you're having me melt. I'm sure you're familiar
with the term...” He gave him a half-hearted glare, resisting
the urge to rub his eyes. He knew having Potter around was a mistake,
he was getting a migraine already.

“Oh... right...
here... it's one-third of what I have now, but it should work.”
He gave the Order spy a bemused smile, unaware of the thoughts
swirling through Snape's head.

The more important of them all being 'he has a nice smile' and 'I'd
like to see him laugh more often'. Not that Snape would acknowledge
those thoughts until weeks later.

“Go you
nuisance!” The owner of the house cried, making shooing noises
to see if the Potter Lord would follow the hand gestures and just
leave.

James just grinned,
picking Harry's hand and waving it at the grumpy potion apprentice
before he left for the Ministry of Magic.

“Bloody nuisance!” Snape cried, opening his book and
returning to his reading.
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