Gold Moon Rising
By: Cassius de Lioncourt
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Company, JKR does. I only own the plot and I'm making no money off of this.
Summary: AU. Long ago their was a king named Severus Snape striving for power. He had followers that would do his bidding and claim land. But what happens when Severus falls for a common peasant? Lord!Snape, Hemophiliac!Harry SLASH ::SS/HP::
An:/ hi, its me. I had to get this story off my chest. I hope u like it, but be warned, this is HIGHLY AU, as it takes place in the 15th century in the Renaissance. Also, Harry's parents are alive and he has a younger brother. There is no magic in this world; all the characters would be considered muggle. I'm not to sure on how people tended to treat hemophilia (which is a hereditary disease that prevents blood to clot as it would, so people with the illness can bleed to death by just a tiny scratch), so I'm trying to guess with the best of my knowledge. If you are uncomfortable with that or slash, turn back now because I will not be taking flames lightly. Sorry if I've bored you with these notes, continue on and R+R
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The sun dawned bright that morning, its rays spreading the warmth and glow onto the peaceful little village of Godric's Hollow, down by the mountainside. Its people soon popped out of the huts by the crow of the roasters and set about completing their daily tasks set before them. The men went from their families, kissing their wives goodbye, as they headed out to tend to their herds or farm the fields. The woman then in turn kept to the house and cared for their children, preparing the meals.
Yet all was not the same for one home in Godric's Hollow. There was much hustle and bustle abode as one fair lady was giving birth to her second child.
The midwife, a chubby old woman with frizzy hair and stubby fingers, was barking orders at the frantic and anxious father to put him to good use, all the while wiping away the beads of sweat on the soon-to-be mother of two.
"That's all right dear, you're doing fine… deep breath and- push," Was the gentle motherly tone the mid-wife gave the woman.
"Lily! Lily, are you alright, do you need anything?"
"Yes this woman needs something," snapped the frizzy haired midwife. "She needs you to stop that insufferable pacing!"
The father stopped pacing, only to give a worried glance at his wife in labor, then to start back up pacing again. The father was a tall, good-hearted man. Strong from working in the fields, yet gentle and caring when it came to his family. He shook his unruly mane of black hair out of his hazel eyes and gnawed at his bottom lip in nervousness.
"James!" The woman in the bed panted. The father, James, almost ran to his wife's side and grabbed her petite hand in his own manly hand.
"What is it my Lily?" James asked softly.
Lily took a deep breath and, as commanded by the midwife, pushed. In the process James was writhing on the ground, pain coming from his hand which was trapped in the vice-like grip, relentless in its hold. After Lily let go of the broken hand, James caressed the appendage to his chest and looked back at his wife.
To say Lily was pretty would be an understatement. She was a rose in bloom, her fiery red hair dampened with sweat and the pale features of her face scrunched up in pain. Her emerald eyes were ablaze determination to get this child out and into the world.
"James!" Screeched the busied midwife, "Get your son out of this room!"
James eyes adverted from his wife then at the wooden doorway where a young boy, no older then six stood in trepidation. His face was heavenly, like an angel's, having gained James' thin face and dark messy hair that seemed to frame his head like a halo. He had the same emerald green eyes like Lily's that sparkled innocence, yet the depths contrasted to his all too pale, almost white, skin. The young boy was short, dressed in two-layered garments and sucking on the knuckle of his left index finger; while watching the scene of his parents and midwife unfold.
James' eyes widened in shock, then frantic as he hurried to scoop up the young boy in his arms, remembering to be gentle, and carrying the boy out of the room.
"Harry Potter, don't go in there!" James scolded his six-year-old son lightly. He put the boy carefully onto a straw-filled cushion and stared at the boy in the eyes. "Only older people can go in there. And I don't want you to get hurt!"
The mop of black hair bowed it's head, ashamed and Harry spoke in but a whisper that James had to strain to hear it, "I just wanted to see if I'll be getting a brother or a sister."
James sighed. "Mother will be out shortly and then we'll see if you get a baby sister or brother," James expression turned from calm to an almost frightened one. "Harry, you shouldn't even have moved! I told you to stay in the chair, what would have happened if you fallen over and gotten hurt! Or you-you could have scrapped up against the harsh wood."
Harry, appearing to have heard his father's rants more then once, rolled his eyes. "Father, I was careful…"
James cut his son off. "It still doesn't matter Harry. Just… just promise me you won't move from this chair until your told?"
"I promise father." Harry said before he went back to sucking on his knuckle again.
"And don't do that, you could accidentally bite your finger, what would we do then?" James swatted the finger away and turned to retreat back towards his wife when he tripped over the table in his haste and fell unceremoniously to the ground. Harry did his best to muffle his giggles behind his small hand but in the end, failed miserably.
"You see Harry, that's why you should stay in that chair." James composed himself and continued on to the small room that held his wife.
~3½ hours later~
Wails of a child came into the world, followed by declarations of joy. Then James Potter came out from the tiny room holding a tiny bundle wrapped in sheep's wool. A mighty grin was set upon his lips and his eyes shown with a proud glint in his hazel eyes.
"Harry, meet Gabriel, your new baby brother."
Harry visibly perked and sat up straight in his straw-filled cushion, having been slouched awaiting the latest news of his mother's labor. James crouched next to his eldest son so he could get a peek of the babe. Harry smiled as he caught the first sight of Gabriel. Young Gabriel had soft curls of auburn hair adorning his round head and pudgy, rosy cheeks along with a small, dainty little nose. As if sensing he was being watched, little Gabriel's eye lids fluttered open to reveal wide, innocent hazel eyes. The babe stared at Harry and for a few fleeting seconds, Harry could have swore he saw the question, 'you're my brother, aren't you?' in the hazel eyes.
"Can I hold Gabriel?" Harry asked quietly after a staring contest with the youngest Potter, his emerald eyes glowed in questioning.
"Are you sure you can handle it? Gabriel is sort of heavy, I don't want either of you to get hurt-"
"Father, I can take care of him. I won't hurt him," Harry said earnestly. James eyebrows knitted together in worry, before he gave in and told Harry how to hold the auburn-haired babe.
Harry sighed in wonderment, it was nice to hold his little brother, it gave him a sense of duty to protect Gabriel. And Harry told him just that.
"Don't worry Gabriel," Harry spoke to the baby, as he began to fuss. "I'm always going to be here for you. I'll protect you forever, I promise."
James smiled at his two sons and looked back to see the midwife smiling approvingly in the doorway. Although not all was happy. Fear could be felt in the tiny hut of Godric's Hollow that day, all coming off of the Potter parents and Midwife. What if Gabriel was like Harry, another Fallen Angel?
TBC….
By: Cassius de Lioncourt
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Company, JKR does. I only own the plot and I'm making no money off of this.
Summary: AU. Long ago their was a king named Severus Snape striving for power. He had followers that would do his bidding and claim land. But what happens when Severus falls for a common peasant? Lord!Snape, Hemophiliac!Harry SLASH ::SS/HP::
An:/ hi, its me. I had to get this story off my chest. I hope u like it, but be warned, this is HIGHLY AU, as it takes place in the 15th century in the Renaissance. Also, Harry's parents are alive and he has a younger brother. There is no magic in this world; all the characters would be considered muggle. I'm not to sure on how people tended to treat hemophilia (which is a hereditary disease that prevents blood to clot as it would, so people with the illness can bleed to death by just a tiny scratch), so I'm trying to guess with the best of my knowledge. If you are uncomfortable with that or slash, turn back now because I will not be taking flames lightly. Sorry if I've bored you with these notes, continue on and R+R
~_-*-_~
The sun dawned bright that morning, its rays spreading the warmth and glow onto the peaceful little village of Godric's Hollow, down by the mountainside. Its people soon popped out of the huts by the crow of the roasters and set about completing their daily tasks set before them. The men went from their families, kissing their wives goodbye, as they headed out to tend to their herds or farm the fields. The woman then in turn kept to the house and cared for their children, preparing the meals.
Yet all was not the same for one home in Godric's Hollow. There was much hustle and bustle abode as one fair lady was giving birth to her second child.
The midwife, a chubby old woman with frizzy hair and stubby fingers, was barking orders at the frantic and anxious father to put him to good use, all the while wiping away the beads of sweat on the soon-to-be mother of two.
"That's all right dear, you're doing fine… deep breath and- push," Was the gentle motherly tone the mid-wife gave the woman.
"Lily! Lily, are you alright, do you need anything?"
"Yes this woman needs something," snapped the frizzy haired midwife. "She needs you to stop that insufferable pacing!"
The father stopped pacing, only to give a worried glance at his wife in labor, then to start back up pacing again. The father was a tall, good-hearted man. Strong from working in the fields, yet gentle and caring when it came to his family. He shook his unruly mane of black hair out of his hazel eyes and gnawed at his bottom lip in nervousness.
"James!" The woman in the bed panted. The father, James, almost ran to his wife's side and grabbed her petite hand in his own manly hand.
"What is it my Lily?" James asked softly.
Lily took a deep breath and, as commanded by the midwife, pushed. In the process James was writhing on the ground, pain coming from his hand which was trapped in the vice-like grip, relentless in its hold. After Lily let go of the broken hand, James caressed the appendage to his chest and looked back at his wife.
To say Lily was pretty would be an understatement. She was a rose in bloom, her fiery red hair dampened with sweat and the pale features of her face scrunched up in pain. Her emerald eyes were ablaze determination to get this child out and into the world.
"James!" Screeched the busied midwife, "Get your son out of this room!"
James eyes adverted from his wife then at the wooden doorway where a young boy, no older then six stood in trepidation. His face was heavenly, like an angel's, having gained James' thin face and dark messy hair that seemed to frame his head like a halo. He had the same emerald green eyes like Lily's that sparkled innocence, yet the depths contrasted to his all too pale, almost white, skin. The young boy was short, dressed in two-layered garments and sucking on the knuckle of his left index finger; while watching the scene of his parents and midwife unfold.
James' eyes widened in shock, then frantic as he hurried to scoop up the young boy in his arms, remembering to be gentle, and carrying the boy out of the room.
"Harry Potter, don't go in there!" James scolded his six-year-old son lightly. He put the boy carefully onto a straw-filled cushion and stared at the boy in the eyes. "Only older people can go in there. And I don't want you to get hurt!"
The mop of black hair bowed it's head, ashamed and Harry spoke in but a whisper that James had to strain to hear it, "I just wanted to see if I'll be getting a brother or a sister."
James sighed. "Mother will be out shortly and then we'll see if you get a baby sister or brother," James expression turned from calm to an almost frightened one. "Harry, you shouldn't even have moved! I told you to stay in the chair, what would have happened if you fallen over and gotten hurt! Or you-you could have scrapped up against the harsh wood."
Harry, appearing to have heard his father's rants more then once, rolled his eyes. "Father, I was careful…"
James cut his son off. "It still doesn't matter Harry. Just… just promise me you won't move from this chair until your told?"
"I promise father." Harry said before he went back to sucking on his knuckle again.
"And don't do that, you could accidentally bite your finger, what would we do then?" James swatted the finger away and turned to retreat back towards his wife when he tripped over the table in his haste and fell unceremoniously to the ground. Harry did his best to muffle his giggles behind his small hand but in the end, failed miserably.
"You see Harry, that's why you should stay in that chair." James composed himself and continued on to the small room that held his wife.
~3½ hours later~
Wails of a child came into the world, followed by declarations of joy. Then James Potter came out from the tiny room holding a tiny bundle wrapped in sheep's wool. A mighty grin was set upon his lips and his eyes shown with a proud glint in his hazel eyes.
"Harry, meet Gabriel, your new baby brother."
Harry visibly perked and sat up straight in his straw-filled cushion, having been slouched awaiting the latest news of his mother's labor. James crouched next to his eldest son so he could get a peek of the babe. Harry smiled as he caught the first sight of Gabriel. Young Gabriel had soft curls of auburn hair adorning his round head and pudgy, rosy cheeks along with a small, dainty little nose. As if sensing he was being watched, little Gabriel's eye lids fluttered open to reveal wide, innocent hazel eyes. The babe stared at Harry and for a few fleeting seconds, Harry could have swore he saw the question, 'you're my brother, aren't you?' in the hazel eyes.
"Can I hold Gabriel?" Harry asked quietly after a staring contest with the youngest Potter, his emerald eyes glowed in questioning.
"Are you sure you can handle it? Gabriel is sort of heavy, I don't want either of you to get hurt-"
"Father, I can take care of him. I won't hurt him," Harry said earnestly. James eyebrows knitted together in worry, before he gave in and told Harry how to hold the auburn-haired babe.
Harry sighed in wonderment, it was nice to hold his little brother, it gave him a sense of duty to protect Gabriel. And Harry told him just that.
"Don't worry Gabriel," Harry spoke to the baby, as he began to fuss. "I'm always going to be here for you. I'll protect you forever, I promise."
James smiled at his two sons and looked back to see the midwife smiling approvingly in the doorway. Although not all was happy. Fear could be felt in the tiny hut of Godric's Hollow that day, all coming off of the Potter parents and Midwife. What if Gabriel was like Harry, another Fallen Angel?
TBC….