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Chapter two

Lily new a good offer when she saw one, she was aware that she had manipulated Satire and pushed him to his limits ,however, she still had one more request to Satire. Knowing she was pushing her luck, she said, 'thank you so much for the offer, but I want the same privileges given to James for Sirius.'

'Lily, are you aware that you are about to make me break the most sacred promise I made to myself, the promise not to interfere ever on earth?' Satire asked solemnly.

'Yes I am, now that you have told me. But since the promise has no consequences if broken, why don't you break it for me? Please?'

Satire nodded. 'Alright Lily, James may get the same privileges, however, this is the last request I will be accepting from you. Now, leave my sight this moment, the both of you, your son and best friend awaits you in their anguish.'

'Thank you!' Lily chirped as she felt a chill run across her skin immediately. She turned around to face James; he was not there, all she could see was number four, Private Drive. Really? That man was a god.

Young Harry did not understand what had happened, but he knew that things had changed. His mum and dad were gone. Even his kind uncles were no longer there. They had left him alone with these strange people whom he knew did not like him. The woman was not as pretty as his mummy, in fact she looked like uncle Wormtail's horse, Harry thought. He wondered why the strange people called him 'boy' his name was Harry. This horse woman and big man locked him in a cupboard most of the time and gave him very little food. He wondered if it was because their fat boy called Du….what, he could not even remember so he called him Dunders, yes Dunders, ate all the food.

Harry often cried silently for his mum, who used to sing to him with the voice of an angel, for his Dad who had always woken up when he had a bad dream and comforted him in his strong arms. He knew they will come for him, his father had promised never to leave him. However, after a week of patient waiting, he started to lose hope. But tonight was different, tonight, his mother came for him.

'Harry, can you hear me?' asked the voice he knew so well close to his ear.

Harry nodded and smiled in his cupboard stretching his hands so that he could touch his mother in the darkness, 'Mummy come! Mummy? Where mummy?'

'Yes Harry, I came but I cannot take you and you cannot see me, just trust me, okay baby?'

Harry's heart fell. Why was his mum hiding? Was the bad man who threw green light at his mummy he had dreamt about here? He began to sob. 'Harry, please stop crying, you are a big boy now, you are my big boy and I will not leave you. Am here to take care of you, okay?' said his mum's voice.

Harry nodded; wiping the tears with his shirt, his mum never lied to him. His daddy and uncle Padfoot often lied to him when they wanted to play pranks, but never his mum. He trusted her, she will not leave him.

Wordlessly Lily used her powers to expand the cupboard into a room similar to Harry's previous room. She conjured the best bed she could think of and some clothes for Harry. She then charmed the room so that Petunia and Vernon will see it as just the inside of the tiny cupboard they had locked Harry in. She quickly filled the wardrobe with clothes for Harry, and then dressed him in pajamas. Knowing Harry was hungry; she conjured some bread, a glass of milk and an apple and neatly arranged it on the nightstand. 'Harry, sit on that chair and take your supper, I will then read you a bed time story before I sing you a beautiful song, if you are a good boy.'

Harry's eyes filled with excitement. His mother was here! Even if he could not see her. And she was going to sing to him. Having gone hungry for days, Harry ate his supper miraculously fast. He then climbed into bed marveling at how soft the covers were. 'No daddy?' Harry asked sadly, green eyes staring into space.

Lily felt her heart clench as she remembered their bedtime routine as a family. James would always tell Harry a story, mostly it was about the marauders, or when he had met Lily, or he would read a funny story from whatever prankster book Sirius got him every week. The story will often leave the three laughing their ribs off. After the story, Lily would sing to them. The song would calm both Harry and James down, preparing them for bed. Then they would both kiss their son goodnight. This tradition was one of the things they cherished as a family; both parents would rather miss an important auror congregation than miss this routine. Lily, who had often been the busy one since she was a healer and worked odd hours on the force would often floo home every night for this bedtime routine.

Now, here was the son asking for his father, the father that death had cruelly snatched from him, the father he might never see or hear telling him a bedtime story again. 'Harry, Daddy had to go away, but am here with you.' Lily answered, trying her best to sound calm and reassuring. Harry nodded, he was a clever boy, being the son of two tough aurors, and he knew his parents were often busy.

As he drifted to sleep that night, he knew his mother would be there when he woke up, and for the first time in a week, he did not cry himself to sleep.

Sirius was thinking of seventeen ways to murder Pettigrew when he heard the voice that he knew he will never hear again, thanks to his stupidity in trusting that rat.

'Padfoot?'

'Oh God, these dementors are going to drive me crazy, do I hear James now?'

'You are always crazy, you silly dog. But am here, Padfoot.''

'Prongs? You are here? 'Asked Sirius completely puzzled, was his best friend here or was it his imagination running wild as his mother had often told him.

'Padfoot, I know this sounds unreal, but I am here with you, you might not be able to see me but we shall go through this together, I shall even take you to kill Peter once you have escaped.'

With the declaration of those words, Sirius knew his best friend was here. No one else had ever offered to escort him do the wrong thing except James. 'You are supposed to be dead Prongs, are you an invisible ghost or what?'

'The worst of your dreams mate, I am a Snare.' James said, amusement tinting his voice.

'A Snare Prongs? How pathetic! I always thought we would go to hell and become demons, then come back and terrorize Snivellus, but a Snare? What the hell is that? Please tell me you went to hell and were rejected on grounds of your super handsome best mate?'

'In your dreams Padfoot, I am the handsome of us two, that is why the brightest witch of our age chose me and not you, you are just a crazy big dog. Anyway why don't I tell you of how awesome it is to die over butter beer and in a warm bed?'

Sirius eyes widened in surprise then delight. James laughed. 'Mate, I haven't eaten in a week! And do you have dementors repellent? All dementors seem to have left me alone!'

'I just conjured an invisible Patronus Padfoot, now when I died…'

And James told the story of Snarereaven to his best friend; it went on, deep into the night. The two best friends talked to each other, bantering each other and remembering the old times, as if nothing had ever changed, yet so much had changed.

Little did the two best of friends that ever existed know that they will be spending the next twelve years together, devising plans to help Sirius escape, playing pranks on the dementors and guards and above all, keeping each other company in a world so lonely and desperate.

Vernon Dursley knew Harry was a dangerous freak, but he never guessed how dangerous he was until he woke up that morning with the intent of beating him to pulp because he had heard him talking alone the previous night.

However, the sight that greeted him when he opened that cupboard door was appalling. At the door, in all her glory, stood Lily Evans, sword in hand, eyes daring him to touch her son. Shocked, he had run off, calling for Petunia to get those freaks out of his house. Then the most surprising thing happened, Petunia could not see Lily! His wife had thought he was hallucinating and had dragged him to a shrink where she had said he needed to get help. Lily had disappeared, but she always came back whenever he planned to hit that freak of a boy.

He was suspicious that Dudley saw her too, because he sometimes recoiled from Harry and ran away when it was clear he had been planning to hit him. Vernon soon learned to leave Harry alone because he knew he could not hurt him. However, Petunia never saw her sister, how freakish could that be. But he left the boy alone; you never know what furious women dead women who had been witches in their lifetime could do with a sword if you hurt their sons.

Satire had been the god of Snareaven since forever. He had seen generations of people be born, live happy lives and proceed to the next world. He had welcomed all kinds of brave men and women from earth and appointed them Snares to the few people he deemed worthy on that pathetic planet, earth. His major duty was to oversee the happiness of the people who lived in his planet since they had endured difficult lives on earth. The people never saw him once they chose to be citizens of Snareaven, but they often prayed to him and he granted them their requests as long as they were not evil. Were could never erupt in his wonderful planet; he kept the peoples' powers at absolute minimum and kept everyone contend with what they had.

Irony, the god of planet earth and his sworn enemy was the stupidest god Satire had ever seen. Irony had been granted the gift that all the ten gods of the different planets had desired, people. Irony had the ability to create people they way he wanted them to be. However, Irony had misused this gift, giving witches and wizards absolute power, almost as powerful as the gods themselves were, and yet giving none to muggles. Irony had instead bestowed muggles with intelligence, which the wizards possessed too. Now, the effects of his mistakes were irreversible. Satire could not reverse death, none of the gods could, but Satire had the power to empower Snares with any powers he liked and send them back to earth to guard the people. However, Satire was a god of goodness, he would never give the Snares the powers to cause evil, only to scare evil, and maybe, to do a little good.

He loved it when the people who came to his planet chose to be Snares instead of citizens, it meant they would stay young forever, until their wards no longer needed them or died. He could never allow his Snares to live absolutely as humans of course, they had a treaty among themselves, and they never interfered too much with each other's planets. However, a certain redhead who had been thrown in his planet when she died was going to make him break the treaty if he was not careful.

As a god, he was allowed to fall in love with whatever citizen of Snareaven he liked and marry her thereby making her immortal as him. The other nine gods had done so already, marrying the most beautiful of women and had given birth to daughters and sons who looked like angels, but not him. He was the only bachelor among them, despite the fact that he was the youngest looking and the most handsome of them all. The daughters of his fellow gods had thrown themselves at his feet, seeking the immortality he would give them but none of them measured up to his standards. He had convinced himself that love was non existent, a fabrication by Sarcasm, the god of Groomolore, the planet of those who love, but recently, he had began to see it differently.

Of course, Lily was out of bounds, he told himself now and again. She is a Snare, you cannot marry a Snare! And even if you could, she is already taken, married to James. But something about Lily kept him talking his mind to her, even when James was around; he had found himself flirting, subconsciously with her. She had the most irresistible pair of green eyes he had ever seen, the smile of a goddess and the strong will of a devil. Whenever she approached his throne, he had used all his will to restrain himself from saying, 'come be my wife, I pray.' He had to remind himself that Lily was strong willed, his inconsiderate suggestion will annoy her, and she loved James, not him.

He was a god, he always got whatever he wanted, and he could get Lily that instant if he wanted to, but will she be happy with immortality? He could do anything to make her happy, he was sure of it, including allowing James to be the god of Snareaven in exchange for her. Lily did him want, and Lily will he get, he told himself purposefully.

I don't know if am any good, please review. Also, if I will continue with this, I want to skip forward ten years, to Hogwarts. I was planning to give a short description of how Lily mothers Harry, before then, should I do that or should I give two more chapters through the years before Hogwarts? Tell me what you think.