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Not Alone Anymore – Mint and Chocolate Goodness.
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As Harry stepped onto the cobbles of the bustling horde of shopping witches and wizards that was Diagon Alley, his mind went over what had just transpired. What had happened to Hermione that had made the Weasley's all react in that manner? Did she suddenly turn psycho-killing/super-villain and threaten to kill their family? Harry was sure as he was a father that his best friend wouldn't do such a thing so he was back at square one; not a clue as to what the hell was going on.
Harry mused over possible explanations for the Weasley's behaviour, becoming increasingly frustrated. He was so lost in thought, he didn't notice a pair of small hands clawing at his robes, jumping at him and screaming "ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!" in a high pitched voice. Harry then stumbled as something blocked his path. He immediately jerked out of his blank state and looked down to see what had obstructed his journey. Before him stood a very agitated 4 year old, with her hands on her hips and her eyes fixed angrily upon her father.
"Pup?" he blinked, trying to get himself back to reality. "What's the matter?" Choosing to ignore the snickers coming from his 'family', Harry climbed to his feet and dusted himself off.
"ICE CREAM!" The child stamped her feet against the ground; eyes still locked on the man in front of her.
"What about it?" Harry asked dumbly now scowling at the laughed emanating from Remus, Sirius, Lils and James. He even saw the girl roll her eyes at him.
"I. Want. Ice. Cream!" She stated slowly, saying each word clearly just so he could understand better.
"I'll take her, Harry", came the voice of Sirius, stifling his laughter. Harry sighed, then walked over to a nearby table. He slumped into the seat, and watched as his godfather led away his skipping daughter. He soon found his thoughts returning to the matter of the Weasley's, and before long, his mind was swimming with useless theories.
"Oh I give up", He said out loud. His family suddenly turned to face him, with confused expressions on their faces. They had been thoroughly enjoying watching Sirius across the street, who was struggling to contain his 4 year old charge, having just made the discovery that there was more than one flavour of ice cream.
"What is it Harry?" Lils spoke softly as she sat down next to her son. The young man just leaned forward, pinning his elbows on his knees and placing his head in his hands.
"It's Hermione." He breathed sounding defeated. "Something's up with her and I don't know what. I'm starting to get a really bad feeling about this." He felt an arm wrap itself around his shoulder and not caring who it belonged to he leaned back into the touch.
Lils smiled faintly at the young man in her arms. Holding her son like this made her once again feel like the mother she was over 20 years ago. It at least eased her thoughts that Harry was deliberately avoiding any contact her either James or herself. She could understand his hesitation, she was well aware he'd had to grow up in the Dursley household; that thought alone sickened her. But having said that, she was still his mother, she loved him like the son she'd sacrificed herself for back when Voldemort ripped them apart. And nothing on Gods Green Earth would ever change that fact.
"It'll all turn out fine, Harry, just you wait." she said, reassuringly patting his shoulder. She then looked at him and smiled what Harry thought was the most comforting smile he'd ever seen. He suddenly felt a warmth inside, but it was a warmth far greater than any butterbeer could provide. He felt happy and carefree, and for the first time since his family returned, a feeling of contentment washed over him, leaving him smiling back at his mother. It only just dawned on him that he had everything he had ever wanted - his very own family.
"Mum, I..." Harry stopped. He had said it without realising. He felt his face burning, and tried to look away, only to discover there was no escape. He breathed a sigh of relief when everyone's attentions were stolen by the return of a tired-looking Sirius, complete with an extremely happy child on his shoulders. She was holding two ice creams - one in each hand - and was licking each cheerfully in turn. The table laughed as Sirius put her down on the floor, and then collapsed into a nearby chair, looking positively exhausted.
"And just think Padfoot." Remus began with a sly smirk at his school-time friend. "You'll be dealing with that attitude all night tonight." Everyone was sent into yet more hysterics at the horror-stricken look on Sirius' face.
"Daddy look!" Lily bustled happily over to her father and stuck an ice cream cone under his nose. "Chocolate and Mint! Try it daddy!" She urged the man to lick the creamy substance by pushing it towards his mouth. He wrinkled his nose a little before sticking his tongue out and swiping it across its mint and chocolate marbled surface. Resisting the urge to wretch at the taste he'd learned to despise over his years at Hogwarts, he smiled happily at his child.
"It's great pup. Why don't you go force Prongs to try it?" He smirked at his father's wide-eyed expression. He now realised where his distaste for the flavour originated from. Lily cocked her head to the side, a confused expression playing on her face.
"Prongs?" She asked. Harry pointed to James and her eyes lit up. "Grandpa!"
Harry laughed as he watched his daughter happily run towards James, then forcefully push an ice cream cone in front of his face. The entire table erupted with laughter at the expression on James' face as he tried his utmost to please his granddaughter.
"Oh, it's um... Wonderful", James said to Lily, forcing himself to swallow the small lick of ice cream. He smiled at the child, who was looking none- too-convinced at his manner, and patted her head. She smiled back, and then cast her eyes around the table, pondering who should be next to try her ice cream. Her eyes fixed on Remus, and she skipped over to him.
As Lily took her ice cream to her other Daddy, Harry looked on with an amused smile. The child seemed to indeed get her love for the infernal frozen, coned cream flavour from Remus as he saw the other werewolf take a huge mouthful of it from the diminishing tower Lily had in her hand. He laughed when he saw the four year old scowl at the remnants of her treat.
"You know you just set yourself up for a day of constant whining, don't you?" The Hogwarts Defence Professor plastered his most innocent look on his face when his daughter's father glared at him. Though the effect of the glare was cut rather short by the fact that his mouth was covered with mint and chocolate flavoured ice cream.
"Potter." A voice of someone he'd never thought he'd hear in this lifetime again called out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw James and Sirius glaring at something that was obviously stood behind him. The only move Harry made was to fold his arms across his chest and plant a smirk on his face.
"Snape." He called back unmoving. He saw Sirius move to get up and raised a hand, successfully keeping the animagus from reaching an upright stance. "Stay." His voice laced with warning and amusement at the subtle joke aimed at Sirius' animagus form.
"You resurfaced from your pool of self pity then?" The man behind him teased but to Sirius, James and Lils' surprise, Harry simply carried on smirking.
"My pool of fatherly duties Snape. Don't mix the two." He heard the other man snort.
"And you've brought... guests, with you. Remus." Harry could only assume Snape nodded in his former mates' direction because he saw the werewolf nod back with a smile from his position still sat with his daughter in front of him.
"Yes, well my guests sort of found me." Harry replied without turning around to face him. He heard Snape sniff behind him, and a mental image of the sneer he'd become used to during his time at Hogwarts flashed across his mind.
"What do you want, Snivellus?" Sirius spat angrily and Harry turned his head to face his Godfather.
"Hold your tongue Sirius. I'll warn you once, understood?" The older wizard didn't reply verbally but nodded his head without relinquishing his glare at his school-time rival. James, Harry saw, was about to say something also but stopped when Lils slapped him in the arm and levelled him with a look that said all the words Harry had just spoken.
"Long time, no see Snape." came the voice of James, with a hint of amusement
"Let me assure you, it is not long enough, Potter." Snape sneered, without moving his steely gaze from Sirius, who responded to the look with a rude gesture.
"Severus..." Harry's voice was once again thick with warning. He really didn't want an all out battle in front of his child. He could hear Snape move around his chair to come to face to face with him. "I can easily shut you all up if I want to. Now either keep your snide comments to yourself or risk my removing your ability to speak then conveniently forgetting to replace it again." The three men before him all nodded their heads and he clapped his hands together cheerfully.
"So, how have you been Severus?" he asked the man as if they'd been long lost friends. Sirius and James just stared dumbly at them both.
"What the-'' The canine animagus began but was cut off with Remus put a hand over his mouth.
"Severus and Harry made their peace with each other along time ago Padfoot. You two should do the same." He nodded in James' direction also; making sure his other friend heard loud and clear. The two best friends looked from Remus to Harry and Severus, and then back to Remus.
"We made our peace with each other in our first year Moony." James said innocently and was rewarded with Lils slapping him upside the head. Remus rolled his eyes at them all.
"With Severus, James. Make your peace with Severus." Repeated the man with ice cream round his mouth.
James rubbed his head, mumbling incoherent protests - but after a meaningful glower from Lils, he rose from his seat, and walked as slow as he possibly could over to Snape, with his gaze looking suspiciously like a glare moving from Remus to Lils and back again. Snape himself was looking decidedly uncomfortable at having his old rival come within three feet of him.
"Ahh..." The former Gryffindor awkwardly held out his right hand towards Snape whilst scratching the back of his head with the other. He plastered a silly, forced smile on his face and spoke. "Truce, Snape?" The Slytherin looked at the offered hand scathingly then cocked his head from one side to the other as if inspecting it on its cleanliness. James realised what he was doing and scowled. "I've washed it, Snape." He growled and the other man smirked.
The former Potions Master removed a black leather glove from his own right hand and at a deliberate slow pace, moved his hand to capture James'. When both hands were firmly clasped Snape couldn't resist wrinkling his nose in a mocking look of distaste.
The two former foes locked eyes and a brief period of awkward silence passed. The awkwardness was only broken when Harry, bemused with the manner of both parties, snapped a bread stick and threw each half at his father and former potions teacher. Sirius, Remus and Lils all laughed out loud when they saw a startled Snape and James turn around to face what had attacked them with a mixture of confusion and anger etched on their faces.
As James walked numbly back to his seat, still nursing his head, Remus turned to Sirius, who was still laughing at the expression on Snape's face, and spoke in a voice laced with amusement
"I don't know why you're laughing, Padfoot - You're next."
A look of complete disgust and horror fell on both Sirius' and Snape's faces as Remus' words reached their ears. The pair glared at Remus and Harry before turning to eye each other suspiciously. Once more, an awkward silence washed over the group, with the tension between the two slowly increasing with each soundless minute.
Their suspicious looks were now very much glares, and each was trying to unnerve each other. Snape's mouth moved slowly and his face screwed up, as if chewing something particularly vile, and Sirius ran his tongue over his teeth, occasionally spitting on the ground below him.
The silence began to make the entire group feel uncomfortable, with every tiny sound seeming multiplied, until suddenly, the voice of a bored 4 year old shattered the tension, bringing the group swiftly back to reality.
"Daddy, Daddy!" The child yelled, causing almost all concerned parties to jump slightly. Harry just chuckled at his daughter before motioning her to come around the table to him. She bounded happily over to her daddy with sticky hands and ice cream all over her face. Shaking his head he waved a hand over her and she was as clean as she was this morning.
"Much better. Come on Pup." He hoisted her up and planted her on his knee then turned his attention back to the two adults that had yet to move from their positions. When Remus and his own eyes locked for a brief moment the same idea seemed to run through both of their minds causing them each to plaster scheming grins on their faces.
Discreetly Harry manoeuvred his hands into a position best suited for the task he was about to complete. Lily was oblivious to anything around her as she played with the Phoenix pendant around Harry's neck so he had no trouble in keeping her quiet.
Concentrating on the two unmoving figures, he flexed both his index and middle finger on each hand slightly then watched the show unfold.
Sirius and Snape were so busy glaring daggers at each other that they hadn't noticed anything wrong until they heard the awe-struck voice of a 6 year old boy walking passed the table they were stationed around.
"Look Momma! They're flying!" The child had called out loudly, pointing upwards.
Frowning slightly, Severus looked around and something stuck him as odd about his perspective of the Alley; he wondered why he could see over a few of the low roofed shops. He then looked back at Black and saw the man staring wide-eyed at something below him. Fearing the worst, Severus slowly dropped his gaze in the same direction of Sirius and only then did he notice exactly why the other man had become so pale.
It seemed that the pair had been levitated about 6th in the air by some unknown force. Or rather, a known, annoying force.
Severus scowled down at the grinning form of Harry Potter and folded his arms haughtily across his chest, sticking his nose in the air - more so that it already was. Below him he could hear the occupants of Harry's table laugh at the attitude.
"Come now Severus. Shake hands with Sirius and truce. If you can manage my father, you can cope with Sirius.." Harry called up from his seat with that same silly grin on his face.
"I refuse to do anything whilst floating in the air like this Potter. Get me down this instant!" He demanded, expression unwavering.
"Harry, let me down!" Sirius called out from his position opposite Severus. The Slytherin cracked an eye open and saw Black's distressed state. The site made his lips twitch and curve upwards slightly. The man was looking around everywhere to grab a hold of something but was able to grasp onto all of nothing. "Harry James Potter! Let me down NOW!" Black demanded but Harry merely carried on grinning cheekily up at him.
"Sirius. I will let you down when you and Severus call a truce and shake hands!" When the pair in the air made no move what-so-ever Harry sighed; he moved the fingers on both hands closer to each other a little which in turn forced Sirius and Severus to move closer to one another. "Please?" They made no movement. "It would mean a lot to me if you two could stand to be around each other for longer than 10 seconds." The last ditch effort on Harry's part caused both air-born parties to look down at his pleading expression and then back to each other.
Releasing a breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding, Sirius held out his hand towards his school-time rival. After a few seconds, Severus too reached out his hand to grasp the others and when their hands shook firmly the crowd that had been gathered below watching in wrapt interest burst into applause.
Sirius being Sirius milked the situation for all it was worth and started to bow in every direction. Severus being Severus folded his arms across his chest when the glove for his right hand had been replaced and acted as if the people below were not actually there.
Harry beamed at the two men and with another flex of his knuckles; he lowered the pair slowly back down to Earth. Once grounded both of them allowed themselves small smiles at the feeling the cobbled road gave them.
"Thank you, I mean it." The wizarding world's saviour was still beaming at his Godfather and former Professor. "Alright, Severus. While you are here I would like to ask you something." The Slytherin raised an eyebrow at the man with the child on his lap.
"Ask away." Harry took a deep breath before asking what he did next.
"Will you be Lily's Godfather?"
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Not Alone Anymore – Mint and Chocolate Goodness.
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As Harry stepped onto the cobbles of the bustling horde of shopping witches and wizards that was Diagon Alley, his mind went over what had just transpired. What had happened to Hermione that had made the Weasley's all react in that manner? Did she suddenly turn psycho-killing/super-villain and threaten to kill their family? Harry was sure as he was a father that his best friend wouldn't do such a thing so he was back at square one; not a clue as to what the hell was going on.
Harry mused over possible explanations for the Weasley's behaviour, becoming increasingly frustrated. He was so lost in thought, he didn't notice a pair of small hands clawing at his robes, jumping at him and screaming "ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!" in a high pitched voice. Harry then stumbled as something blocked his path. He immediately jerked out of his blank state and looked down to see what had obstructed his journey. Before him stood a very agitated 4 year old, with her hands on her hips and her eyes fixed angrily upon her father.
"Pup?" he blinked, trying to get himself back to reality. "What's the matter?" Choosing to ignore the snickers coming from his 'family', Harry climbed to his feet and dusted himself off.
"ICE CREAM!" The child stamped her feet against the ground; eyes still locked on the man in front of her.
"What about it?" Harry asked dumbly now scowling at the laughed emanating from Remus, Sirius, Lils and James. He even saw the girl roll her eyes at him.
"I. Want. Ice. Cream!" She stated slowly, saying each word clearly just so he could understand better.
"I'll take her, Harry", came the voice of Sirius, stifling his laughter. Harry sighed, then walked over to a nearby table. He slumped into the seat, and watched as his godfather led away his skipping daughter. He soon found his thoughts returning to the matter of the Weasley's, and before long, his mind was swimming with useless theories.
"Oh I give up", He said out loud. His family suddenly turned to face him, with confused expressions on their faces. They had been thoroughly enjoying watching Sirius across the street, who was struggling to contain his 4 year old charge, having just made the discovery that there was more than one flavour of ice cream.
"What is it Harry?" Lils spoke softly as she sat down next to her son. The young man just leaned forward, pinning his elbows on his knees and placing his head in his hands.
"It's Hermione." He breathed sounding defeated. "Something's up with her and I don't know what. I'm starting to get a really bad feeling about this." He felt an arm wrap itself around his shoulder and not caring who it belonged to he leaned back into the touch.
Lils smiled faintly at the young man in her arms. Holding her son like this made her once again feel like the mother she was over 20 years ago. It at least eased her thoughts that Harry was deliberately avoiding any contact her either James or herself. She could understand his hesitation, she was well aware he'd had to grow up in the Dursley household; that thought alone sickened her. But having said that, she was still his mother, she loved him like the son she'd sacrificed herself for back when Voldemort ripped them apart. And nothing on Gods Green Earth would ever change that fact.
"It'll all turn out fine, Harry, just you wait." she said, reassuringly patting his shoulder. She then looked at him and smiled what Harry thought was the most comforting smile he'd ever seen. He suddenly felt a warmth inside, but it was a warmth far greater than any butterbeer could provide. He felt happy and carefree, and for the first time since his family returned, a feeling of contentment washed over him, leaving him smiling back at his mother. It only just dawned on him that he had everything he had ever wanted - his very own family.
"Mum, I..." Harry stopped. He had said it without realising. He felt his face burning, and tried to look away, only to discover there was no escape. He breathed a sigh of relief when everyone's attentions were stolen by the return of a tired-looking Sirius, complete with an extremely happy child on his shoulders. She was holding two ice creams - one in each hand - and was licking each cheerfully in turn. The table laughed as Sirius put her down on the floor, and then collapsed into a nearby chair, looking positively exhausted.
"And just think Padfoot." Remus began with a sly smirk at his school-time friend. "You'll be dealing with that attitude all night tonight." Everyone was sent into yet more hysterics at the horror-stricken look on Sirius' face.
"Daddy look!" Lily bustled happily over to her father and stuck an ice cream cone under his nose. "Chocolate and Mint! Try it daddy!" She urged the man to lick the creamy substance by pushing it towards his mouth. He wrinkled his nose a little before sticking his tongue out and swiping it across its mint and chocolate marbled surface. Resisting the urge to wretch at the taste he'd learned to despise over his years at Hogwarts, he smiled happily at his child.
"It's great pup. Why don't you go force Prongs to try it?" He smirked at his father's wide-eyed expression. He now realised where his distaste for the flavour originated from. Lily cocked her head to the side, a confused expression playing on her face.
"Prongs?" She asked. Harry pointed to James and her eyes lit up. "Grandpa!"
Harry laughed as he watched his daughter happily run towards James, then forcefully push an ice cream cone in front of his face. The entire table erupted with laughter at the expression on James' face as he tried his utmost to please his granddaughter.
"Oh, it's um... Wonderful", James said to Lily, forcing himself to swallow the small lick of ice cream. He smiled at the child, who was looking none- too-convinced at his manner, and patted her head. She smiled back, and then cast her eyes around the table, pondering who should be next to try her ice cream. Her eyes fixed on Remus, and she skipped over to him.
As Lily took her ice cream to her other Daddy, Harry looked on with an amused smile. The child seemed to indeed get her love for the infernal frozen, coned cream flavour from Remus as he saw the other werewolf take a huge mouthful of it from the diminishing tower Lily had in her hand. He laughed when he saw the four year old scowl at the remnants of her treat.
"You know you just set yourself up for a day of constant whining, don't you?" The Hogwarts Defence Professor plastered his most innocent look on his face when his daughter's father glared at him. Though the effect of the glare was cut rather short by the fact that his mouth was covered with mint and chocolate flavoured ice cream.
"Potter." A voice of someone he'd never thought he'd hear in this lifetime again called out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw James and Sirius glaring at something that was obviously stood behind him. The only move Harry made was to fold his arms across his chest and plant a smirk on his face.
"Snape." He called back unmoving. He saw Sirius move to get up and raised a hand, successfully keeping the animagus from reaching an upright stance. "Stay." His voice laced with warning and amusement at the subtle joke aimed at Sirius' animagus form.
"You resurfaced from your pool of self pity then?" The man behind him teased but to Sirius, James and Lils' surprise, Harry simply carried on smirking.
"My pool of fatherly duties Snape. Don't mix the two." He heard the other man snort.
"And you've brought... guests, with you. Remus." Harry could only assume Snape nodded in his former mates' direction because he saw the werewolf nod back with a smile from his position still sat with his daughter in front of him.
"Yes, well my guests sort of found me." Harry replied without turning around to face him. He heard Snape sniff behind him, and a mental image of the sneer he'd become used to during his time at Hogwarts flashed across his mind.
"What do you want, Snivellus?" Sirius spat angrily and Harry turned his head to face his Godfather.
"Hold your tongue Sirius. I'll warn you once, understood?" The older wizard didn't reply verbally but nodded his head without relinquishing his glare at his school-time rival. James, Harry saw, was about to say something also but stopped when Lils slapped him in the arm and levelled him with a look that said all the words Harry had just spoken.
"Long time, no see Snape." came the voice of James, with a hint of amusement
"Let me assure you, it is not long enough, Potter." Snape sneered, without moving his steely gaze from Sirius, who responded to the look with a rude gesture.
"Severus..." Harry's voice was once again thick with warning. He really didn't want an all out battle in front of his child. He could hear Snape move around his chair to come to face to face with him. "I can easily shut you all up if I want to. Now either keep your snide comments to yourself or risk my removing your ability to speak then conveniently forgetting to replace it again." The three men before him all nodded their heads and he clapped his hands together cheerfully.
"So, how have you been Severus?" he asked the man as if they'd been long lost friends. Sirius and James just stared dumbly at them both.
"What the-'' The canine animagus began but was cut off with Remus put a hand over his mouth.
"Severus and Harry made their peace with each other along time ago Padfoot. You two should do the same." He nodded in James' direction also; making sure his other friend heard loud and clear. The two best friends looked from Remus to Harry and Severus, and then back to Remus.
"We made our peace with each other in our first year Moony." James said innocently and was rewarded with Lils slapping him upside the head. Remus rolled his eyes at them all.
"With Severus, James. Make your peace with Severus." Repeated the man with ice cream round his mouth.
James rubbed his head, mumbling incoherent protests - but after a meaningful glower from Lils, he rose from his seat, and walked as slow as he possibly could over to Snape, with his gaze looking suspiciously like a glare moving from Remus to Lils and back again. Snape himself was looking decidedly uncomfortable at having his old rival come within three feet of him.
"Ahh..." The former Gryffindor awkwardly held out his right hand towards Snape whilst scratching the back of his head with the other. He plastered a silly, forced smile on his face and spoke. "Truce, Snape?" The Slytherin looked at the offered hand scathingly then cocked his head from one side to the other as if inspecting it on its cleanliness. James realised what he was doing and scowled. "I've washed it, Snape." He growled and the other man smirked.
The former Potions Master removed a black leather glove from his own right hand and at a deliberate slow pace, moved his hand to capture James'. When both hands were firmly clasped Snape couldn't resist wrinkling his nose in a mocking look of distaste.
The two former foes locked eyes and a brief period of awkward silence passed. The awkwardness was only broken when Harry, bemused with the manner of both parties, snapped a bread stick and threw each half at his father and former potions teacher. Sirius, Remus and Lils all laughed out loud when they saw a startled Snape and James turn around to face what had attacked them with a mixture of confusion and anger etched on their faces.
As James walked numbly back to his seat, still nursing his head, Remus turned to Sirius, who was still laughing at the expression on Snape's face, and spoke in a voice laced with amusement
"I don't know why you're laughing, Padfoot - You're next."
A look of complete disgust and horror fell on both Sirius' and Snape's faces as Remus' words reached their ears. The pair glared at Remus and Harry before turning to eye each other suspiciously. Once more, an awkward silence washed over the group, with the tension between the two slowly increasing with each soundless minute.
Their suspicious looks were now very much glares, and each was trying to unnerve each other. Snape's mouth moved slowly and his face screwed up, as if chewing something particularly vile, and Sirius ran his tongue over his teeth, occasionally spitting on the ground below him.
The silence began to make the entire group feel uncomfortable, with every tiny sound seeming multiplied, until suddenly, the voice of a bored 4 year old shattered the tension, bringing the group swiftly back to reality.
"Daddy, Daddy!" The child yelled, causing almost all concerned parties to jump slightly. Harry just chuckled at his daughter before motioning her to come around the table to him. She bounded happily over to her daddy with sticky hands and ice cream all over her face. Shaking his head he waved a hand over her and she was as clean as she was this morning.
"Much better. Come on Pup." He hoisted her up and planted her on his knee then turned his attention back to the two adults that had yet to move from their positions. When Remus and his own eyes locked for a brief moment the same idea seemed to run through both of their minds causing them each to plaster scheming grins on their faces.
Discreetly Harry manoeuvred his hands into a position best suited for the task he was about to complete. Lily was oblivious to anything around her as she played with the Phoenix pendant around Harry's neck so he had no trouble in keeping her quiet.
Concentrating on the two unmoving figures, he flexed both his index and middle finger on each hand slightly then watched the show unfold.
Sirius and Snape were so busy glaring daggers at each other that they hadn't noticed anything wrong until they heard the awe-struck voice of a 6 year old boy walking passed the table they were stationed around.
"Look Momma! They're flying!" The child had called out loudly, pointing upwards.
Frowning slightly, Severus looked around and something stuck him as odd about his perspective of the Alley; he wondered why he could see over a few of the low roofed shops. He then looked back at Black and saw the man staring wide-eyed at something below him. Fearing the worst, Severus slowly dropped his gaze in the same direction of Sirius and only then did he notice exactly why the other man had become so pale.
It seemed that the pair had been levitated about 6th in the air by some unknown force. Or rather, a known, annoying force.
Severus scowled down at the grinning form of Harry Potter and folded his arms haughtily across his chest, sticking his nose in the air - more so that it already was. Below him he could hear the occupants of Harry's table laugh at the attitude.
"Come now Severus. Shake hands with Sirius and truce. If you can manage my father, you can cope with Sirius.." Harry called up from his seat with that same silly grin on his face.
"I refuse to do anything whilst floating in the air like this Potter. Get me down this instant!" He demanded, expression unwavering.
"Harry, let me down!" Sirius called out from his position opposite Severus. The Slytherin cracked an eye open and saw Black's distressed state. The site made his lips twitch and curve upwards slightly. The man was looking around everywhere to grab a hold of something but was able to grasp onto all of nothing. "Harry James Potter! Let me down NOW!" Black demanded but Harry merely carried on grinning cheekily up at him.
"Sirius. I will let you down when you and Severus call a truce and shake hands!" When the pair in the air made no move what-so-ever Harry sighed; he moved the fingers on both hands closer to each other a little which in turn forced Sirius and Severus to move closer to one another. "Please?" They made no movement. "It would mean a lot to me if you two could stand to be around each other for longer than 10 seconds." The last ditch effort on Harry's part caused both air-born parties to look down at his pleading expression and then back to each other.
Releasing a breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding, Sirius held out his hand towards his school-time rival. After a few seconds, Severus too reached out his hand to grasp the others and when their hands shook firmly the crowd that had been gathered below watching in wrapt interest burst into applause.
Sirius being Sirius milked the situation for all it was worth and started to bow in every direction. Severus being Severus folded his arms across his chest when the glove for his right hand had been replaced and acted as if the people below were not actually there.
Harry beamed at the two men and with another flex of his knuckles; he lowered the pair slowly back down to Earth. Once grounded both of them allowed themselves small smiles at the feeling the cobbled road gave them.
"Thank you, I mean it." The wizarding world's saviour was still beaming at his Godfather and former Professor. "Alright, Severus. While you are here I would like to ask you something." The Slytherin raised an eyebrow at the man with the child on his lap.
"Ask away." Harry took a deep breath before asking what he did next.
"Will you be Lily's Godfather?"
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Hello fine people, you all honour me with your interest.
I would like to thank Chris for co-writing this chapter with me. His aid was most appreciated/needed/-insert more adjectives- . :] He also edited as so any mistakes... blame him. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
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