Hello everyone! This, being my first story, may not be the best price of work you've ever read. That doesn't mean that I don't have faith in it, it just means that I won't mind criticism. I actually welcome it :) Comments are incouraged!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I have any association with the Warner Bros.
If I did there would be rainbows everywhere. That being said, this is a slash fanfiction. For those of you who do not know what 'slash' means, lemme explain in a sentence and if you still don't understand message me and I'll explain. Okay. My definition: Dean and Castiel's profound bond.
No, but seriously. This contains gay lovin'. If you've got a problem with that then go read something else. For those who don't: enjoy :)
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His footsteps echoed loudly, his pace quickening with the Potter's cottage now in view. He brushed aside his hair, now damp with perspiration, out of his eyes. Cursing himself for what seemed like hours he finally reached the enterence and flung the front gate open, causing it to crash loudly against the fence. He skipped the two steps that lead to the front door of the house and without hesitating, the man threw the door open with a force that would have been impressive, had the situation not transpired into something so grim. It only took a little less than a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness within and once it did his heart leaped to his throat as his eyes landed on the fallen body of his school rival, James Potter.
He froze in shock, momentarily wondering if he was wrong to feel a sensation of relief, but shoved the thought to the side and continued forward. Taking the stairs three at a time, he followed Lily's pleading voice to what he assumed to be the nursery. He had just reached the door frame when Lily let out an ear splitting shriek and a vibrant green light illuminated the room and Severus Snape watched in horror as his childhood friend and long time crush fell to the ground unmoving. The sound of blood rushing in his ears muffled out Voldemort's words as he spoke gleefully to the 16 month old sitting in his cot. If Voldemort had noticed Severus' presence he didn't act on it and pointed his thirteen and a half yew wand at the oblivious child. Snapping into action, Severus crossed the room just as another flash of light lit up the nursery.
Not even a moment later a wave of pure magic washed over Godric's Hollow.
"What the bloody hell do you mean I can't take him? He's my god damn God son!" The angry voice of Sirius Black pierced through the still air of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's office.
The distressed man paced lividly in front of the headmaster's desk, his face bright red from a mixture of guilt, grief, and fury. Bloody rat - disgusting, evil, manipulative, arse kissing, shitfaced rat. Merlin's balls! How did he not see it? How did he actually believe that snivelling bastard for one second?! He wanted slap himself for his stupidity, so he did.
"Sirius!" Remus gripped his hand firmly and gently took hold of his face and spoke sternly. "Don't."
"But... Peter.. he.. Why Remus?" Sirius looked up into the werewolf's eyes, his own filling with tears. Remus' eyes softened, "I wish I cold say I don't know..." He trailed off as Minerva released a gut wrenching sob and buried her face in Severus' shoulder. The young Potions Master stiffened and patted her back awkwardly, frantically working to keep his thoughts in order.
Lily + James = Harry - (Lily + James) = Harry ... Now, normally you would add Sirius, but since that wouldn't be happening anytime soon, a replacement would be needed.
Harry - needs to stay hidden, preferably safe with a relative. Potter Family = dead. Evans family = Petunia. Ha! Not even Severus would wish that on his worst enemy.
So that leaves adoption, but it has to be someone that can pass as a relative of Harry's.
"Someone else could care for the boy, not his aunt. Not if you want the boy to make it to ten. A magical family." Severus supplied, causing Sirius to stop.
"Good! Yes!" He cleared his throat. " I agree with Snivellus." Severus shot him a glare.
Nodding slowly, considering the option, Dumbledore looked up at the dark haired Slytherin.
"Do you have any ideas on whom might take the boy? On such short notice, I doubt very many... but I suppose it's possible."
Shit. He looked around the room. Too old,... screaming virgin,.. mutt, werewolf,... Minerva's a no,... ginger,... might as well marry a plant... Severus swore, he shouldn't have said anything.
Crap, Albus' eyes were twinkling.
"Severus...?"
He huffed. "Fine."
Sirius let out a bark of laughter and rolled his eyes, pausing at the serious expressions filling the room. "Wait, you're serious?"
"I think it's a great idea Padfoot." Remus looked down with an amused expression at his hysterical friend.
"It makes a lot of sense actually, especially given the fact that James and Severus have never got on." Molly spoke calmly, shooting a reassuring smile at Sirius.
"Harry will get on fine. Plus, we'll be allowed to visit, right?" The werewolf inquired. Severus nodded curtly. He would protect the boy - Harry - even if it meant having the mutt over for tea once a week. "Not for a few years, though. All this should die down by then and it would be fairly obvious if you started visiting suddenly." He spoke softly and everybody nodded in understanding.
"Wonderful, I'll get the papers." The headmaster stood up gracefully and skipped from the room, leaving behind a party of confusion.