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Chapter 14

Harry smiled as he watched the two children with their Father for a while before leaving the room to look in on Lily Potter. Physically she looked relatively healthy and yet she still hadn't woken. He carefully reached out to her with his magic, looking for anything keeping her unconscious. They needed their mother, just like he had. She was still beautiful, just like in the pictures. He touched her hand gently. "I wish…wake up, please. Your children need you." He left the room.

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Harry led James into Gryffindor Manor and up to one of the guest rooms. When the staff had approached him about giving the man somewhere to recover he had wanted to say no so badly but he couldn't. when he'd taken custody of the children he'd taken responsibility for the physical and mental wellbeing. That meant giving them access to their Dad which was easiest if he was living with them, at least until he was fully recovered and caught up on events.

"Thank you Lord Gryffindor." James sat on the edge of the bed.

"Call me Harry." He offered and James smiled sadly.

"That was the name of our eldest."

"I know; I've seen the records sir."

"If I'm calling you Harry then you should call me James."

"James. Well my wife, Daphne bout you some clothes that should fit. As soon as you're up to it you can go to Gringotts and be officially brought back to life. Then you can get whatever you want or need."

"Do you know anything about the state of the Potter estate?"

"It's been kept in trust for the children but I've had limited access as their guardian. Your manor is still in one piece, I don't know how habitable though, you'll need to get some house elves to look it over."

"Thank you, for taking care of them all these years."

"I haven't been. I've only had custody for a year. I grew up in America, never knew I had relatives over here till I had a heritage test done at Gringotts. Your wife's sister had custody."

"Petunia! How…what moron gave them to her?" James demanded.

"Albus Dumbledore. He's no longer Headmaster. Still sticking his crooked nose where it doesn't belong. He actually tried to tell me off for killing Voldemort."

"And I looked up to him."

"Lots of people did. Get some rest. Dinner's at six."

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James looked in at the odd noise and then moved to hold her hair back. Vomiting…. slight weight gain…. "How far along are you?"

"Four months." Daphne answered after she rinsed.

"Congratulations. Looking forward to being a parent?"

"Yes." She ran her hand over her stomach. "We didn't plan to do this so soon but when Harry challenged Riddle I had to do it. Not to continue the bloodline or anything but I wanted his child in case…."

"I get it." He assured her. "Hoping for a boy or girl?"

"Neither of us cares as long as it's healthy."

"How long have you two been married?" they walked down the hall towards the living room.

"Just after I graduated Hogwarts, there was a contract between our Houses. It's…not what either of us wanted. Harry had someone and I was the wrong gender for him. I was worried I'd be married immediately and have to leave school. But we've worked things out."

"Good. I've never agreed with marriage contracts."

She sat down and he sat opposite her. "What are you going to do now?"

"Get to know my kids again, I don't know." He admitted.

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Green eyes slowly opened and James leant forward, grasping her hand. "Lily? Can you hear me?" He called and her head turned to face him. He smiled, tears of joy running down his cheeks. "It's alright, you're safe love. We're at St Mungo's." He explained and she weakly squeezed his hand. "Rose and Luke are fine too, they're at school right now."

"H…. ow?" She breathed.

"Voldemort is dead. So much has happened in the last year Lily, it will take a long time to explain. "I'm just glad you've woken." He kissed her forehead and she smiled slightly before falling asleep. James stayed by her side, overjoyed she had finally woken up. He'd fully recovered but had been lost without her at his side.

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Daphne watched her husband closely as he watched the reunited Potter family. She could see the sadness, longing and yes even a little jealousy in his eyes. It wasn't fair that he had never been reunited with his parents. She knew he planned to keep his true identity hidden from everyone except herself and their baby. It had been an easy decision when the Potters were presumed dead, not so easy when they were right in front of him. She moved to his side and took his hand, squeezing it gently and he squeezed back, glancing at her and managing a small smile. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she leant into him.

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Lily watched Lady Gryffindor as the younger woman worked on a baby blanket. At seven months she was obviously pregnant, even wearing flowing robes. It still felt like a dream, being free and having two of her children back. Nothing could bring her darling Harry back and she'd accepted that years ago but it didn't stop the pain of finding his little body. It just made what Snape had done to her worse. He'd taken her baby boy from her and then any chance of having more children. The Healers had confirmed her fears, the miscarriage she'd suffered in the cell and done permanent damage. She didn't regret losing Snape's baby at all but she did hate that it meant she could never have another baby. And she hated that bastard for everything he had done to her, making her dread another's touch. She and James shared a room but not a bed and she felt so guilty about it but James was always understanding. After all he'd been forced to listen to everything that happened to her.

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"You sure you're both ready for this?" Harry asked as he and James looked around the old manor.

"You and Daphne have been wonderful Harry but we can't rely on you forever. The goblins have renewed the wards and thanks to the house elves the house is in perfect order."

"Okay. The goblins have custody transfer forms drawn up." The house would be strange with the kids permanently gone but they would soon have their own.

"Thanks." James was glad there wasn't going to be a fight over their children. He knew it was a fight they may lose considering they were both seeing mind healers to try and deal with the years of captivity. The courts may decide the kids were better of where they were. Privately signed papers though meant no ministry involvement.

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Harry rushed into the room and took Daphne's hand even as she panted for air on the bed. "I'm here." He told her and she smiled before crying out as another contraction hit. Harry stayed at her side for sixteen hours, letting her practically break his hand as she laboured to bring their baby into the world. But finally there was a cry and Harry stared down at his newborn son before fainting in shock. The healers laughed and revived him, much to his embarrassment.

"Have you chosen a name Lord Gryffindor?"

"Michael Dean Gryffindor." Daphne answered. Michael for the uncle she'd lost during the war and Harry had chosen Dean. Little Michael was cleaned and wrapped and then given to his Dad while the healers cleaned her up and gave her some potions to speed her healing. Once that was done Harry handed their son to her and she smiled as she ran her hand through wispy dark hair. "He's beautiful."

"Just like hid Mum."

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Lord and Lady Gryffindor announce the birth of their Heir, Michael Dean Gryffindor.

Severus Snape killed resisting arrest by Aurors.

Albus tossed the paper aside. The birth announcement was good; the old families had taken massive losses over the years. But Severus' death was bad, he was a very talented potions Master, someone that could have been helped to truly repent and serve the community.

Lily looked at the announcement and cried tears of pain and relief. The bastard would never hurt anyone again. James slowly wrapped his arms around her and she turned in his arms to cry in his arms.

Harry looked at the paper even as he rocked his son and smiled. The picture of the three of them was brilliant and the news of Snape's downfall was great as well. The monster got what he deserved. Harry had seen enough to realise what he had done to his Mother and it sickened him. Justice had been served.

TBC…

One or two chaps to go.