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Ch. 13 Dun Dun Dun
"We should've been with him Lily! We shouldn't have listened to Voldermort!! I would rather have him alive then see that fucking cupboard again," he said his voice muffled by his wife's shoulder.
"I know James, I know, but it was for the best, believe me!" she said, "there's some unbelievable good that can come out of the Dursleys."
"Like what?" he dared.
"Well, that experience is gonna make him a better man," she told him.
He seemed to except the fact and fell on his knees in his wife's arms who kissed his head and gently rocked him back in forth.
James rested in her arms on the floor, his head resting in the V made by her neck and shoulder, he mourned. The fact that he could've prevented his son's abuse yet having no control over it in many ways was enough to make him scream out. Lily was his comfort zone, but he knew she was hurting as well, she was maybe hurting more then he was.
"I love you so much James," she whispered as he lifted his head to gaze into her emerald orbs that seemed to draw on all the pain of her family to herself.
"I love you too Lily," he smiled and put his mouth on hers. As she gently began to suck his lips into her own mouth and massaged his tongue, it felt unbelievably like she was sucking out all his misery. He never ceased appreciating that aspect of her, the fact that she could make the world disappear in a heartbeat. James's only hope was that he could somehow get the power too, to draw on the difficulties his wife had to carry on her shoulders. She never led on in anyway, but he knew. James knew there was a pool of hurt building up inside her, he couldn't coax it out of her, she had to let it come out for him too see how much pain she truly was experiencing.
There was a knock at the door and both broke the kiss and turned their attention to the door and stood up, James, who had been crying turned his back on the door so the knocker wouldn't see his face. "Come in," Lily said.
"Everything go smoothly I hope," Sirius said walking in, he saw James's back turned, "guess not. What happened?"
Lily eyed him, "later Sirius, it's quite late."
"Yeah, but what happened?" he asked not getting the hint, ignoring it actually.
"I'll tell you in the morning Padfoot," James spoke, "we're all tired I think, we need sleep."
"Are you ok mate?" Sirius asked hearing the extreme sadness in his best friend's voice.
"In the morning Sirius, know scram," James said.
"All right, good night," he said and with one last glance at James's back, her reluctantly went back out.
As soon as James heard the door shut, he took of his black sweater to reveal a white t-shirt underneath, he carelessly threw it on the chest at the foot of the large bed, and crawled on it. Lily smiled at this, he looked oddly adorable when he was tired. She took of her shirt as well but grabbed a white spaghetti strapped shirt, not willing to sleep with only a braw on. She creped up on James, putting her arms around his stomach from the back.
"You make the most wonderful father on earth James, don't ever doubt that," she whispered full heartedly, her lips touching his right ear.
He smiled and put his hand on the her hand that was resting on his stomach, "yeah," he said.
"I mean it," she said, "you can't blame yourself for anything James, all that's happened to us is out of control. You have to accept that, and when you do, you'll make your peace with Harry, me and yourself."
"What if you don't want to? What if I just constantly want to remind myself that there was this man named Voldermort that threatened me into going into hiding and sit back and watch my one and only son suffer at the hands of a pig greatly resembling a man," he spat not turning to face Lily, knowing exactly what the expression on her beautiful, perfect face would be.
She looked at him, "then that's selfish of you, and uncharacteristic. This isn't about Harry, nor me, nor getting revenge. It's because you feel sorry for yourself because you actually were scared."
He turned on his back so she was know slightly on top of him, "what are you getting at?"
"Admit the fact that you were scared, you were scared for Harry, for me, for Sirius and for yourself," she said not looking away from his eyes, "if you don't make your peace with what's happened, you're not going to be the only one who's gonna be hurt, but Harry's gonna be more effected. Don't you know that he feels responsible for all that's happened?" she smiled, "like father like son eh?"
James narrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Harry knows better then thinking this is all his fault."
"Well, not really," she told him, "he blames himself."
"I need to talk to that boy," he said.
Lily nodded, "you do." She put her face on the right side of his face as she snuggled up closer to him, he put his leg around her so their pelvic regions were touching. She put her hand on his stomach as he placed his around her body.
"What are you up to Mrs. Potter?" he breathed as he felt her put her hand under his t-shirt.
"Absolutely nothing," she answered and kissed his cheek in such a manner that he squirmed. She looked into his eyes and smiled, and took his lips up in a deep, passionate kiss as she settled on top of him, her legs on either side of his waist. He put his hands around her cheeks, held her head up and began to kiss her, pulling her up slightly and gently sucking on her neck. Her long, beautiful red hair entangled in his fingers as she moaned his name softly and lovingly. She arched her back slightly as he found one of her many weak spots, her jaw line.
"Oh, I hate you so much," she said as he pursued licking, kissing and sucking at her jaw line.
"I know you do," he whispered and went further down to her chest where her breast was slightly popping out of her black, sexy lace braw. He licked at the soft, white flesh that was exposed and accented the fact that her braw was maybe two sizes smaller, but he would have it no other way.
As he licked and sucked in the exposed flesh, never once leaving his position under her and never once stop the thought of, "what will I do without her?"
Down the corridor, where Harry's grand, blue painted room stood filled with anything a teen would dream of, sat the young witch by the name of Hermione on top of the Boy-Who-Lived. Her button down flannel pj shirt open as she ran her fingers through Harry's hair as he sucked on her nipple causing her let to her head fall back and moan over and over again, repeating his name as though a ritual.
"Harry, stop, we need to talk," she said pulling his head away like it was the hardest thing for her to do, because it was.
"About what?" he asked looking straight into her eyes with the biggest expression of disappointment in his green eyes as she buttoned her shirt again.
"Us," she said knowing fully well that that was the worst thing you could say to your guy but she needed it.
He groaned, "what have I done now?"
She looked at him in surprise, "nothing Harry!" she assured him cupping his cheeks. After years of being friends with Harry she had discovered that he liked to take responsibility for everything negative that happened that wasn't his fault, and be modest about everything good he had done in his time. "I just want ask when we're going to come clean."
"Come clean?" he asked frowning as she entangled herself from his grip and sat at the head of the bed because in the position, it's pretty hard to have a heart-to-heart conversation.
"Tell people about us, Harry," Hermione said insistently looking at him with nothing but a loving and firm expression, and a sense of urgency had crossed into her eyes. Having to keep her love for Harry reserved only for Harry's ears was murder to the 16-year-old. She wanted to do nothing more but to stand on a ledge with a blow horn in hand and scream out her love for Harry Potter, her best friend, her boyfriend, her first.
He bowed his head in discontent, "you have no idea about how much I want Ron to know about us, for Sirius to know, Remus, everyone!!! I want all of them to know that I found someone I'm truly in love with! But we both know that if people outside the people in this house find out, not only is your privet life doomed, but so is your life!"
"I don't care!! I never had much of a rep I cared about really!" she insisted as she felt unnecessary tears in her eyes.
"Screw the rep, fine. But your life is way more valuable! We both know how Voldermort works," Harry insisted crawling towards her, "I don't want the word to get out because he'll do to you what he did to Sirius! Sometimes I think it was the biggest mistake of my life falling for you, you're going to end up hurt just because I'm the fucking boy-who-lived!"
She stared at him in discontent and a gentle hint of fear in her eyes, "Harry, nothing will push me away from you! Even if I lie in a hospital bed, dying because I fell for you I will still hold your hand and tell you that you're my everything."
Suddenly there was a gentle pop in the room making Harry and Hermione turn around and see the worst possible site ever to be witnessed. A leaf out of every wizard's dream was standing in front of them. A tall, bony, cloaked figure slightly hovering above the ground with red eyes with a black slight like that of a snakes. The two teenagers jumped up from the bed, Harry protectively in front of Hermione as searing white pain exploded into his head. He felt as though his head would actually split in half, but he was going to protect Hermione first, THEN he would start complaining about his scar. But the pain made his breath sharpen.
"Young Mr. Potter has a found a love, how cute," a cold, evil voice said as two more pops sounded along with the appearance of two white masked, horrifying looking figures.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry yelled, his arms spread to protect Hermione with his back towards her as she clutched on to him, whimpering.
Lily was giggling in the hands of her husband as he lay on top of her, whispering sweet nothings and ridiculous jokes in her ear when she felt her wrist catch on fire. She yelped and seeing the horror in her eyes, James got off of her looking worried. She looked into his eyes, "he's here," was all she said before throwing aside the covers and dashing towards the door with her bare feet making an odd sound on the wood flooring as she ran to her sons aide.
HAHA! Now you know why it's called Dun Dun Dun. Muhahha, thanks to my reviewers!!!!
