A/U: After having this story up for so long, and not updating it, I decided to make a try to make it better. It was, after all, written during a period when I was still in the learning of the great art that is fanfiction writing. Anyhow. This story is being rewritten, and I will try to update it more often.
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Everything else belongs to JK Rowling
-6th May, Sunday, 1984-
"Daddy, Daddy!"
James Potter barely had time to turn around, before his small son jumped at him.
Quickly he caught him, and raised him up in the air, before spinning around, bringing laughter from the raven haired child.
He settled the boy down on the ground, and squatted down, so that his hazel eyes met his sons green ones.
"Look what I found, daddy!" Holding out a small fist, he opened it slowly, and James caught sight of a small, dark green and slightly disgruntled looking toad.
Pretending to be surprised, James gasped and looked wide eyed at the boy.
"You caught that, Pronglet?"
His son nodded, eagerly, a wide grin upon his face.
"Good job! You must have been pretty sneaky, managing to catch it! Toads are fast!"
His son beamed at the praise, and once again turned his hand in to a first.
"Piggy back ride, daddy?"
"Of course! Jump on!"
Moments later, James was jumping around, trying to sound like a dragon, while the raven haired child on his back laughed and held on.
Lily smiled gently, as she watched her husband play with their son. If somebody had told her ten years from now that she would be married with that slightly crazed, hazel eyed man named James Potter, she would have cursed them in to next week.
Now, she couldn't imagine spending her life with anybody else.
Her son, Harry, squealed in delight, and she had to stifle a giggle, as her husbands eyes turned wide, and he yelped, now running and jumping around like crazy.
Harry held on for dear life, squeals of laughter escaping him.
He was almost a small clone of his father, with his messy, black hair, faint freckles splattered over his nose and almond shaped eyes.
He did, how ever, have Lily's green eyes and slightly pointed ears. In her eyes, he was the perfect combination between the two of them.
Stopping before them, James quickly grabbed Harry and put him down, before continuing to pull of his jumper and shirt. Out fell a small, green toad, which glared at James before jumping off.
Harry laughed, and ran after the toad, and James settled down next to Lily on the bench.
"Little bugger. I'm sure Padfoot put him up to that."
Lily laughed, and gave her husband a peck on the cheek, before turning her attention to the two girls in the baby stroller next to her.
Rose and Jasmine Potter were identical twins, and their brother's pride and joy.
They both had dark red hair, like their mother, and pale skin, but they were already showing that they would walk in their father's footsteps when it came to pranking.
Their brown green eyes were watching their father, both with raised eyebrows, and when he grimaced at them, they laughed and turned to each other, whispering in a language that neither their mother or father could understand.
"Hungry yet?" Lily asked, as James pulled his shirt back on again, and he grinned and nodded, his stomach growling in response. The green eyed woman rolled her eyes. "Figures."
James laughed, and gave her a kiss, before standing up.
"I'll get Harry then?"
Lily nodded, and stood up.
"Harry!" James frowned. Maybe he was hiding somewhere?
"Harry! Come on out! It's lunch time!"
When he got no response, a small ball of panic was starting to form in his chest.
"Pronglet!"
Still no response. His eyes scanned the playground. No mop of wild, black hair. No green eyes.
His breathing got shorter, and he was starting to tremble.
"HARRY!"
His fingers quickly grabbed his wand, and he uttered a quick 'point me' –spell.
His wand spun around on his palm, refusing to point him any where.
Meaning that Harry was too far away…He was not still on the playground. He was not even in the area.
"HARRY!"
"Let me go! I want my mommy!" The child sobbed, desperately trying to open the car door.
"Shush, baby. It's okay. Mommy's here. Nothing's going to harm you. Mommy got you." The woman raised her hand and pulled her fingers through the childs black hair, and in response the child gave a wail and tried to hit her hand away.
"I want my mommy! I want my daddy!"
"Shh, Marvin. It's alright now. I'm going to take care of you. Daddy won´t be home for another few years, but it will be okay, love. We'll manage together."
"I'm Harry! Let me out! Let me go home!"
The woman didn't even look at him, as she continued to drive down the highway, a gentle smile on her lips.
"It's you and I, Marvin. Daddy's in a rough spot right now, but he'll be back soon. Until then, your uncle David is going to help out. You like uncle David, don´t you, son?"
Harry glared at her, and tried to unbuckle the seatbelt.
Ruth turned her blue eyes towards the boy, and frowned.
"What are you doing? Stop that!"
But as soon as Harry was free of the seatbelt, he tried once again to open the door.
Ruth snarled, grabbing a handful of his hair in a painful grip, and suddenly bringing his head forwards, smashing his head into the dashboard. The child stopped struggling, and went limp.
With eyes on the road, Ruth gently buckled his seatbelt again, and arranged him in a more comfortable position.
"There, there. A little bit sleepy are we. Shh. Go to sleep, love. We'll be home soon."
She kept pulling her fingers through his black hair, ignoring the quickly forming bruise on his forehead.