One of our own chapter2

Chapter 2

Lily, like everyone else had mood swings, tantrums and would cry at the simplest of things.

Everyone could guess she was pregnant, and just like James Potter who was putting up with the constant care and attention Lily needed, Frank Longbottom was doing the exact same thing for Alice Longbottom.

Severus, who knew that the child could be his, watched from afar. He was never aware that James and Dumbledore both knew what Severus had done, and had sworn before hand never to mention or do anything about it.

They made an oath, if they didn't want to loose their magic they had to stick to it, no revenge, no retribution.

When Lily went into labour, James ended up getting his hand re-boned as Lily put magic into her grin, by accident, of course.

It was not long after that they brought a little boy into the world.

Lily instantly loved him, she was sure he was James', how wrong she was.

James wanted to cast a spell to see who the father was just in case, Dumbledore approached Lily and asked tentively, "Will you give consent for me to use the spell on your son?"

"Fine! But its James'!" said Lily, with so much conviction that James and Dumbledore believed her but of course they needed to check.

If only they had seen the child's eyes, there would have been no doubt who had sired the child.

"Parentus Relevus" said Dumbledore, pointing at the new born child.

Smoky names appeared, all of them held there breath, they watched as Lily's name came up from the smoke.

Lily Evans- Potter.

The next one made James' jaw tighten, Lily to look at her child in horror and Dumbledore's twinkle to dim.

Severus Snape.

"No, No…No……No! You're supposed to be James'" shouted Lily, looking at her new born son as if he were an alien.

Lily looked so shocked that James had to comfort her. It was after all not her fault or the child's fault. Neither were to blame for the father's deeds, plus when the war was over, he could taunt Snape about a Potter bringing up his son.

Snape's son calling him dad, coming to him at the summer holidays, the boy loving him, not Snape. The thoughts were like heaven. He could get his own back at Severus Snape.

"What am I going to do!?" Lily said in a shrill voice. Tears were escaping her eyes, looking at her new born son.

"He looks just like him, now when you think about it, and the eyes are startling" said Dumbledore. The boy, opened his eyes when Dumbledore mentioned his father.

Lily could not help but sob helplessly into her hands. She didn't want the child! It was not James' child, so it wasn't hers either!

"I can adopt him, love, its ok!" said James pulling his wife towards him.

"You would?" questioned Lily. looking at James.

"Yes, a heavy glamour charm should do the trick." finished James, happily.

"YES! Yes, James please!" said Lily, who sighed with relief.

"Great! Lets do it, you know the spell, you and the Headmaster can do it, tie it to Harry's life force, it will be permanent 'till he dies, he'll never know." said James, neither would Snape, thought the man.

"Yes, let's do it." said Lily, getting her wand.

Dumbledore cut James finger, put the blood on the babe's forehead, before cutting a bit of James hair and sticking it next to the blood.

They began chanting slowly, slowly the little boy's features began to change. His cheeks became chubby, his hair became shorter and became slightly shorter. His hair lightened to a dark brown and his eyes turned emerald green.

"Are we naming him Harry?" asked Lily.

"Yes." said James.

"Harry James Potter" stated James with pride.

Picking up his son, he thought one day he would like another child, but right now he had one, he may be Snape's son, but he had done nothing wrong, and now he looked brilliant!

"Oh James, he's just how I imagined him!" said Lily, tears of happiness now making paths from her eyes down her cheeks. James smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her, he would do anything to make her happy.

Even keep the brat of Severus Snivellus Snape in his home.

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It was as if it never happened.

Before Sirius and Remus came to see Prongs Jr, as Sirius had taken to call him when he first saw him, no one saw through the fake smile James Potter was wearing. His view of the boy had changed to some extent since the day at the hospital, it should have been his son, but no matter how much he wished it…or the boy looked it, he was not his son, simple as that.

"Are you alright Lily?" asked Remus after giving the child to Sirius so he could hold him.

"Fine Remus, just tired." said Lily, with a bright smile.

"Good" was all he said, before he began talking to the others about Defence Against the Dark Arts, Auror business and Frank and Alice Longbottom having a son they named Neville Longbottom. The Death Eaters becoming more active and work at the Ministry had stepped up a notch.

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Of course, when Snape saw the child at the Order meeting he knew immediately that it was a Potter. No one saw his eyes darkening in anger as he realised it was not his child. He had always wanted a child, not that it was for the lack of trying.

The war kept on, James arrested his friend when Harry had ripped Peters top and exposed his mark. Harry was loved by Lily and James he knew them as his mother and father.

As they years went past his parents seemed to love him less and less.

They provided their child with book cases full of transfiguration and charms……But all Harry seemed to want to do was brew Potions and learn Defence Against the Dark Arts. They had gotten to the stage were they had hidden the books, because Harry had kept sneaking them to his room.

Harry soon learned not to sneak books around the house, as he was always hit with painful curses, James being free to use any, being an Auror. He used them on Harry every time he smirked, snarled or was sarcastic and also when he mentioned potions or dark arts.

Then he over heard a conversation that turned his world upside down.

"We can't treat him like this they will find out! He is your son!" yelled Lily

"He is no son of mine! You know it. I've tried my hardest to love the kid, but he reminds me of him every day! I will continue to treat him as I like! We will have a child Lily! We will! I promise, but I wont have that boy as my heir as soon as he is sixteen he can fend for himself. I will tell the world I've disowned him or something" said James.

"You adopted him! He is your son!" shouted Lily.

"He's not my son! My son would never like dark arts or Potions Lily! He has not even taken after you not one bit! He is no good at Charms or Transfiguration!" snarled James.

They were too busy arguing to hear the small padding of footsteps as Harry made his way back to his room, which was near the Dungeons…the dampest part of the manor.

Tears were making there way down the small boy's face. He had not cried when his so called father had used curses on him or when he hurt him.

He had been taught not to cry from the very man who had hurt him, crying was a weakness, and would be un-tolerated.

He was living in a house with the man that was supposed to be his father, whom he just found out was not his father.

Harry fought the strange urge to try and find out who his real father was. Perhaps he could tell him, perhaps he already knew? What if he did? Then it was worth a try, anything that could get him out of this hell hole that people call Potter Manor.

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Harry tried for a year to work on a plan to find out who his real father was.

He didn't succeed, he tried every book he could get his hands on, nothing came up, only having charms and transfiguration books annoyed him.

With a sigh he went back down to his room, trying to get as warm as he could, he wanted to get some sleep before James came down, he came down nearly every other night to 'check up' on him.

Of course, there were no visible signs, but his chest stomach legs and arms were a mess, his face and hands were the only places that weren't marked.

Trying to get into a comfortable position, he sighed as he slipped into a nightmare filled sleep.