For Neither Can Live While the Other Survives
Chapter Two
17 Years Younger
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The pretty house situated in Godric's Hollow was alive with joy and happiness. A party was in full swing inside and music blared out of the window. If a passer by were to stop and listen very quietly, they would hear a baby's cry over all the noise.
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Mummy's going to find you a magical bird," quietly sang Lily Potter, rocking the tiny form in her arms.
Her husband, James, entered the nursery where Lily was. He smiled as he saw his beautiful wife and son.
"How is he, Lily?" asked James, tickling the boy's foot,
"Stopped crying at last. He wanted a feed," replied Lily,
"Why don't you bring him out into the party. Sirius and Remus have just arrived,"
"OK. Come on my baby boy. Do you want to meet your Godfather?" whispered Lily.
She followed James out of the room and they went into the lounge. All of the guests were there. Albus and Minerva were chatting in the corner: the Longbottom's were there, with their new born son, Neville: Ruebus Hagrid was helping himself to lots of party food: Petunia, Lilly's sister, was standing awkwardly in the corner, with her husband Vernon and their baby son Dudley. Lily noticed Dudley was already a bit on the plump side.
"Lily!" cried a male voice. She looked around and saw Sirius bearing down on her.
"Hi, Sirius! How are you?" she asked,
"I'm fine. I'm terribly sorry that I'm late!" said Sirius,
"It's OK. Here, do you want to hold your new godson?" asked Lily. She gently lifted the baby from her arms and set him down in Sirius's strong ones. Sirius gazed down, with the faintest tear in his eye.
"Hello, Harry," he whispered, "I'm Sirius. I'm your godfather. I'll always be there for you. No matter what."