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****** Of Magic and Folly ******
by Kuronekochan
Summary
     On that fateful night of All Hallows Eve Lily, thanks to Severus’
     begging, keeps her life. And with but a lightning bolt scar carved
     onto his forehead, so does young Harry. Yet, with her husband dead it
     is no longer young Harry that Lily sees anymore when she gazes down
     at her child, but the image of her husband James.
Notes
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This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, various
publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copy write or trademark infringement is
intended.
Of Magic and Folly
HP/LP, HP/LM, HP/DM
Chapter 1
No one thought it was strange that Lily had young Harry sleep in the same bed
with her, for indeed that Halloween night of but a little over seven years ago
haunted more than one person, though none more than Lily Potter. Yet, with the
boy’s ninth birthday right around the corner it did seem a bit strange, did it
not, that Lily Potter still had her son sleeping so close to her? Well, that is
at least what Sirius Black thought, the man of which who was currently having a
heated argument with Lily about it at this exact moment.
“Really Lily, you’re going to turn the boy into a sniffling Hufflepuff if you
keep coddling him as you do. He is nearing his ninth year now, more than old
enough to sleep in his own bed.”
“You may be James’ Godfather but do not forget who his Mother is nor whose
house you’re a guest in.”
There it was again. Nearly nine years old and the boy still sleeping with his
Mother, a little more than seven years passed since James had been murdered and
yet still Lily insisted on calling Harry by his middle name, his Father’s name.
Sirius knew that Lily had been hurting, they all had been hurting so, when the
woman insisted on calling Harry by his Father’s name Sirius hadn’t thought much
of it. Indeed, like the select few that Lily let around the boy most thought it
but a small quirk. Sirius however, who had been by to see his Godson more times
than he could count was starting to form a sinking suspicion that this was more
than a small quirk, more than a habit of Lily’s, more even, than the woman
wishing to desperately cling to her dead husband.
“James is the boy’s middle name Lily. You’ve called your son by his Father’s
name so long that he hardly responds when I or Remus call him Harry.”
Lily crosses her arms, an unladylike snort leaving her as she tosses back a
waterfall of fiery hair. “He simply prefers his Mother to you or Remus that is
all. He knows that James is his Father’s name. I speak about James every night
with him.”
And that was another thing. Sirius knew that it was good to remember those
passed, indeed he thought of his dead brother on more than one occasion
but…there was that sinking feeling of suspicion again. There was something that
just wasn’t quite right about this whole situation, and Sirius couldn’t quite
put his finger on it but the man was more than worried about his young Godson.
“Enough of this, Sirius. I know the reason you stopped by was to see James,
Harry, but my son is currently sleeping, I do not wish for you to disturb him.”
Sirius fingers twitch slightly, the hand hovering above his pocket, where he
knew his wand was. Taking in a deep breath the man inclines his head to Lily,
knowing that he would get nothing more out of her as the woman had already
turned her back to him, her emerald green eyes gazing outside, looking upon the
gardens that, without the help of house elves would be in total disarray now
for not once had Sirius known Lily to leave the safety of Godric’s Hollow since
the funeral of James Potter.
Sirius feels his fingers twitch again, and the Auror knew that he could have
Lily comatose in less than a second, that, after cushioning the woman’s fall
with a well placed charm the Head of Black could be in Lily’s bedroom, that he
could awaken the boy and ask him a series of question, just…just to see if he
where well, if everything was all right. But, as strange as Lily’s behavior
seemed to be from time to time, Sirius knew that the woman loved her son more
than anything in the world and would sooner harm herself than harm young Harry.
So with that thought giving him some small form of reassurance Sirius Black
turns on his heels, his robes swirling around his ankles as he sees himself
out.
***
Lily stays poised in her spot, her emerald eyes unseeing as they gaze out of
the window, the woman not moving a muscle until, hearing the soft patter of
feet, the green gaze flickers towards the doorway.
“Mum, Wiggly said that Uncle Sirius came earlier.”
Lily frowns, the woman’s voice like ice as she speaks. “Come here, Harry.”
The small boy swallows nervously, knowing that when his Mother called him Harry
then he was usually going to get in trouble. Trying not to cry as he knew that
would only make things worse, the small black-haired green-eyed child slowly
walks up to his Mother, the eyes that are a perfect match to her’s focused on
the floor beneath him.
“What have I told you to call me?”
Even knowing punishment was about to come the young boy cries out softly in
shocked pain, a small hand pressing to his stinging cheek as tears flood his
eyes. Choking on a sob Harry keeps his gaze low, the boy mumbling out the word
as he speaks. “…Lily.”
“And when we are alone, then what do you call me James?” Lily softly cups her
son’s cheek, the one that was already a bright red from the slap she’d given.
Making small sounds of reassurance in the back of her throat the red-haired
woman uses the tip of her thumb to gently brush Harry’s tears away, the
emeralds of her eyes meeting those of her child as she waits patiently for his
answer.
“…ife.”
“What was that my James? I did not hear you clearly.”
“Wife.”
Smiling from ear to ear Lily slowly bends down at the waist, the red wave of
her hair hiding her face from view though none where there to see as the woman
gently kisses the tears from Harry’s face. The young boy stands perfectly
still, not moving a muscle until he feels the warm lips of his Mother pressing
to his own. Trying to remember all the things his Mother enjoys Harry stands on
his tiptoes, the slight child pressing his lips firmly back against his
Mother’s as his small hands softly touch her hair. Harry can feel the curve of
his Mother’s lips, of her smiling against his own before she pulls back.
“Lower James.”
Trembling slightly Harry drags small fingers lower, past Lily’s throat, not
stopping until his hands were resting over the soft mounds of her breast.
Swallowing thickly Harry awkwardly cups them, gently massaging Lily’s soft
breast, knowing that if he does this well enough then he won’t have to make his
hands go even lower.
“Mmm…that is nice James. Do not be afraid to squeeze a bit harder though.”
Harry does as instructed. He was not a very large child so it was hard but the
boy manages. He loves his Mother, she was his whole word really. Harry was
forbidden to go outside and as a result the boy was unnaturally pale, the veins
just beneath his skin seeming to make some morbid pattern. Harry had seen
pictures of his Father, and the boy knew that outside of his sickly pale
complexion and the shocking green of his eyes that he was indeed the spitting
image of the James.
“Your birthday is coming up soon, James.”
Harry has done this long enough to know that the change of subject means he can
drop his hands. Letting out a nearly inaudible sigh at the short reprieve the
boy does exactly that, letting his head tilt back so that he can meet Lily’s
eyes with his own.
“Uncle Sirius was here because of my birthday?” Harry can see his Mother frown
again, and not wanting to get another slap, or perhaps worse for upsetting her
the boy quickly speaks again. “Wife.”
It is very clear that the hastily spoken word was not part of the original
question yet, it makes Lily feel giddy, and smiling brightly at her James the
woman bends down to give the boy another kiss, this one sweet and lingering
before she draws back. Taking the small hand inside of her own Lily quickly
leads the two of them over to a small loveseat, seating first herself before
dragging Harry down to sit in her lap like the child he was.
“Are you hungry, James?”
“Yes, Lily.”
“Wiggly!” With a sharp pop the little diminutive creature appears out of
nowhere, large watery brown eyes focused on the pair as sinewy fingers
nervously tangle in a crisp white pillowcase. “My husband is hungry, prepare
all his favorites.”
“Wiggly be doing what the Mistress wishes Wiggly to be doing!” With another
sharp pop the house elf disappears, presumably to complete the assign task that
Lily had just given it.
Turning her attention back on James Lily smiles down at the small bundle in her
arms, her slender fingers gently rubbing up beneath Harry’s jumper. “Your
birthday is coming up soon my James. Is there something you wish for?” Harry
nods his head slowly, biting his bottom lip nervously before softly mumbling
something out. “What was that James? If you continue to speak like that I’ll
have to get the ruler.”
Harry eyes grow large, not wanting to feel the sting of the ruler on his
knuckles the boy quickly repeats his words, this time loud enough for Lily to
hear. “I want to go outside Lily.”
Instantly Lily’s hands on Harry’s body still, the woman’s own body going rigid
and her voice frosting over as she speaks. “Why do you want to go outside? Are
you trying to leave me James? You are trying to leave me again!?”
“No no Mum! I mean Lily!”
Lily glares wildly at Harry, perhaps shocked to silence by hearing her James
call her Mum again but whatever it was Harry quickly speaks again, using the
opportunity presented to him. “You’ve told me so much about James, his hobbies,
his friends, you’ve even read letters he’d written to you for me.”
“It will help you remember more easily my James.”
Harry nods, grateful that he’s managed to escape punishment thus far. “Thank
you, Lily. I am grateful. Even when I look at pictures of James I see me
except…”
“Except?”
Glancing up at the woman from beneath a thick flutter of lashes Harry slowly
lifts up a forearm between the two, letting her gaze travel up the vein design
that seemed to carve through his pale skin. “Aren’t I a bit pale Wife?”
“You’re perfect to me James.”
“Yes but…quidditch.”
“You want to play quidditch?”
“James was the seeker, he loved to play quidditch.”
“Yes, you are right my James. But, speaking of yourself like this, you only do
that in front of others like Sirius or Remus. When we are alone you can speak
of who you truly are.”
“Er…yes. I meant to say that tis I who loves quidditch.”
Lily smiles and nods, leaning down to give Harry another kiss on the lips
before drawing back. “I will get you a broom, and on your birthday we will go
outside, together.”
Harry hugs Lily tightly, overjoyed by her words and eager for his birthday to
hurry up and be here already.
***
“Remus, I am telling you, something is wrong.”
“Sirius, do not misinterpret my words. I do find it a bit odd that Harry is
still sleeping with Lily as the boy is nearing on nine now.”
“Odd, Remus? This is beyond Odd! Something is going on there, I can feel it.”
Remus sighs softly, running a hand though his shaggy dirty blond hair as he
gazes at his pacing lover. Ever since Sirius was correct on his hunch about
Peter it was hard to dissuade any assumptions that the man would make, no
matter how off they could turn out to be in the end.
“Sirius, do you remember that serial killer from about two years ago? The one
who was going around mutilating women?”
Knowing exactly where this line of questioning was going Sirius stops in his
pacing, his grey eyes focused on Remus as he grows lowly. “Yes. I remember.”
“You where so sure it was, what’s his name? The guy who use to drive the Night
Bus.”
“Ernie Prang.” The words leave Sirius lips in a biting tone, the man clearly
not pleased that he was going through this with Remus right now.
“And as you well know, your infallible hunch as you like to think of it was way
off.”
“Yes oh lover of mine. I am well aware that I was way off the mark on that one
when Denton caught that old hag Martha red handed.”
“Exactly.”
“BUT you must understand my dear, that no one would have suspected a senior,
yet alone a woman, could have been behind those murders.”
Remus, if only silently, does have to admit to the truth in Sirius’ words
though the man does bristle slightly at the condescension Sirius chose to use
when calling him ‘my dear.’
“Be that as it may Sirius, you know as well as I do that, no matter the
unconventional methods Lily may employ she loves that boy more than anything,
she’d never let anyone lay a head on Harry’s head.”
“James.”
“What?” Sirius growls something under his breath before beginning his pacing
again. “What was that, Sirius?”
“She still calls him James.”
“Ah. Is that what this is all about?”
“No. Remus, you don’t understand.”
“Then please explain it to me Sirius because, besides Lily keeping Harry cooped
up in the house and insisting on calling him by his middle name, as many
parents choose to do, I see nothing wrong.”
Stopping his pacing once more Sirius fastens blazing eyes of grey in Remus’
direction, letting them meet his lover’s amber orbs. “Since you seem to
remember the happenings of two years ago so well, I am sure you recall a late
night in April after I had gone to visit Harry.”
Remus brow quirks slightly but the man nods anyway as he did indeed recall that
night. “I do. It’s one not hard to remember as you’d firecalled me at my
temporary job in Poland.”
Sirius mouth tightens, forcibly making himself not begin the same argument him
and Remus had about the man taking any odd and end job that may pop up when
Sirius had more than enough wealth to support them both, and even if by some
chance he could not access the Black vaults the man was making a decent salary
as an Auror.
“Well I had eaten dinner with the pair you know, and I was rambling on about
Hogwarts since Harry had mentioned the school, and do you know what?”
“Yes. You told me, or moreso uttered intelligibly until I was able to discern
that Harry knew nearly all of our secret passages from school.”
“Yes!”
“Really Sirius. I do not understand nor did I understand then what seemed so
odd to you about that. I am sure Harry remembered from the few other times you
had spoken of those handful of pranks with him.”
“Remus, a few of these hiding places Harry couldn’t possibly know about them.
Some are for well, you know…”
“I know what?”
“For fooling around you dunce!” Remus has to cover his mouth to smother his
chuckles as he stares at Sirius’ irate form. “What?” Sirius growls out angrily,
the man taking a few steps closer to Remus.
Taking the warning for what it was Remus quickly smothers all of his laughter,
adopting a straight look on his face as he speaks. “James use to use those
hideouts with Lily. I caught them once.”
“Exactly! Harry could have only found out about this if Lily had told him. Why
would she tell a small child about things like, well…like that?”
Remus sighs before turning serious now, the previous laughter of earlier
forgotten. “Sirius, when James died we both lost a close friend but Lily lost a
lover, her husband, the Father of her child. Even if you where to lose me I do
not think it could possibly compare to her pain of being a single Mother and,
everyday, reminded of what she’d lost simply by looking at Harry.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am merely trying to make you understand some of Lily’s decisions. I know you
don’t approve of all of them but as Harry’s Godfather it’s your duty to support
her and her child, to be there for Harry when Lily herself cannot.”
“I am well aware of my duties, Remus.”
“Yes, of course.”
There is a short silence as the two continue to stare at each other before
Sirius sighs tiredly, a rough hand running through his dark hair. “Look,
Remus…”
“It’s alright, Sirius. I know you’re just worried about Harry.”
“I am.”
“Lily would protect him with her life. That’s already been made clear with the
pensieve memories she had to give as evidence of what happened seven years
ago.”
“I know, Remus.”
“Harry’s birthday is arriving soon. You can speak to him to your heart’s
content then, alright?”
“Fine.”
Remus places the book he’d been holding in his hands down on the table, not
even bothering to save the page as he’d probably need to reread the whole
chapter over since Sirius had more than distracted him. Closing the distance
between himself and his dark-haired lover Remus offers the man a small
reassuring smile, the werewolf taking Sirius’ hands in both his own before
pressing an almost chaste kiss to the man’s lips.
“We should go warm up the bed.”
For a moment Remus believes that Sirius will persist on remaining upset but,
after nearly a second, the man nods slowly. “I do hate cold sheets you know.”
Laughing Remus quickly drags Sirius to the room before tumbling down to the bed
with his long-time lover. “I love you, Sirius.”
“And I love you, my warm little she-wolf.”
“I am not a she.”
It is Sirius turn to laugh now as he begins to divest Remus of his clothing.
“True, but you sure do enjoy taking it like a she.”
Remus does not even get to utter a response to Sirius’ words for, in the next
second, Remus nails are digging into Sirius’ shoulders, the man’s head thrown
back in pleasure as he hisses out a, “yes, Sirus!”
Sirus smirks, pounding away with well practiced ease, allowing the tension that
going to see Lily had created ease out of his limbs, a tension that was quickly
replaced with a new more pleasurable one.
“Oh Circe!”
Allowing the cries of pleasure his lover was making to guide him Sirius tucks
away his concern for Harry in the back of his mind, one that the man vowed to
himself to resolve once the Harry’s birthday arrived.
Tbc…
 
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