One of their own
Chapter 3
Harry always seemed to concentrate on one thing these days, that was, of course, to find his father.
That was when he could move.
James was finally spending more and more time away from the house, that meant less beatings. Lily still gave him food…when James was out. It was as if his own mother pitied him, he didn't understand why she hated him. Whatever had happened was not his fault, he also knew who ever his father was, was the 'enemy'. He could tell by the loathing when James spoke of it that he was.
He spent every waking moment looking for things that could tell him who his father was, trunks, his birth certificates, letters, anything that would shed some light.
Birth certificates couldn't lie so he knew he could find out who his father was from that particular source. The only trouble was that he couldn't find the bloody thing, he tried everywhere.
Harry lay on his bed waiting for the inevitable, it always happened. His 'father' always beat him at night; he was so called 'paying' for his father's sins.
He, however, did not come, blinking confused he dared not get up, he could not help but think , that there was either something was going on or he was playing with him, wanting him to come out so he can beat him with a 'worthy' excuse. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction, thought the little boy grimly to himself.
Only when he heard cheering did he realise James was defiantly not playing games. Curious now, he silently despite all his bruises and aching bones he walked up the stairs. He kept in the shadows and was never seen, a trait anyone could see, came from a Snape. Crawling into a cupboard that came out of the living room, he sat and listened.
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"What's going on?" asked Alice her voice curious, it sounded as though she had just came in.
"Oh Alice, I'm pregnant again! We are going to have babes together again!" squealed Lily. Neville and Harry had both been born partly at the same day.
"Oh Lily that's great! What sex is it?" she exclimed.
"It's a boy." she crowed happily.
"Oh that's great Lily, were both having boys again." squealed Alice.
Alice and Lily had been best friends through school they were good friends. Lily didn't trust Alice completely, but Alice trusted Lily. It was just a shame that Lily did not appreciate how good a friend Alice was.
"Yes" said Lily with a smile her dreams were coming true.
"Where is Harry, Lily?" asked Alice curiously.
"He is out with friends, made some with some muggles down at the park, staying the night" said Lily.
"He is never here these days, eh?" said Alice with a smile.
"I know, but if he wants to go out I can't stop him, he would just sneak out anyway. James keeps him safe, just in case anything happens." said Lily softly. Everyone knew that Lily and James were the most wanted people on Voldemort's hit list.
"I suppose you are right." said Alice delicately.
Both of their men were Aurors and both working, sometimes Alice came over to visit frequently.
Lily had just taken a potion and found she was pregnant. James had floo'ed to tell her he would be late, so would Frank.
Apparently, Voldemort had been busy tonight so he did not know. So Harry realised it was Lily he heard squealing as he crawled out of the cupboard. He was hopeful that James would leave him alone for tonight.
"Lily, I've never seen Harry and I am his godmother! Do you think you could let me see him? I will bring Neville around so he won't get bored." said Alice softly.
"Sure! Why didn't you ask before? I'm sure Harry would love to spend some time with you and Neville, of course!" said Lily, a fake smile lighting her face.
"That's great, Neville will like it I'm sure. Perhaps they will be best of friends and go to Hogwarts together, what do you think?" asked Alice dreamily.
"That would be nice, very nice" said Lily. She was thinking about the ones she and Alice were expecting at that moment.
"Oh I've got to get back Franks mum's, she has been watching poor Neville, and I've got to get Frank's dinner made, I will talk soon Lily, goodbye!" said Alice, apparating away with a wave.
"Goodbye." managed Lily before Alice was gone.
Lily sat down on the chair, she was having James' child, not Snape's this was defiantly her and James'. Perhaps after she got rid of Harry, she could pretend it never happened and live how she wanted to before Harry came into existence.
She was safe in the manor and Death Eaters could not get him, nothing could harm her and her child. Naïve as she was, she really needed some reality checks thinking the manor was safe. Nowhere was safe with Voldemort going around like that.
"James!" shouted Lily many hours later when he got back.
"Coming Lily." James replied, he was knackered as he trudged through the front hall.
The Death Eaters had managed to use a cutting hex on him and put him under the Cruciatus curse twice. Thankfully, there were potions available. He didn't even to stop and think as he screamed and cried like a baby. Thankfully, it was not Snape that hit him or Harry would probably know all about it. Harry was about to find out his father was a Death Eater.
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Harry hid in the cupboard in only hopes that they would mention his father one day. He, of course, gave up hope, but still wondered if they ever would. He knew it was just wistful thinking, but he could not stop the thought that maybe his father would take him away and protect him and love him, if he knew about him.
"The Death Eaters are persistent bastards." said James angrily.
"Oh, James! Who hit you?" asked Lily.
"Thankfully it was not your brat's father, or I would've gone up there and killed him." sneered James. He had taken to calling Harry 'Lily's brat' a few months beforehand, which had represented his hate of the boy.
"James I have something to tell you!" said Lily, happily.
"What is it Lily?" asked James calming slightly, as his potions began working.
"I'm pregnant!" said Lily smiling.
"Really?" asked James suddenly wide eyed.
"Really we are going to have a beautiful baby boy, no more pretending." Croaked out Lily, tears of happiness poured down her face.
"Oh, Lily! You're the most amazing woman!" said James, in awe he was finally going to have a son.
Harry had hardly heard the last half of the conversation, his father was a Death Eater, he had heard horrible things about them. Harry held nothing against him, because he knew that Light wizards did many heinous things every day. He climbed out of the hidey hole, a while later.
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"Perhaps it's time we got rid of Harry, tell them he ran away, I don't care, I don't want him in this house any more he will just contaminate the wee one." said Lily.
"I don't know perhaps we should put him in an orphanage?" asked James.
"Whatever you want James as long as he is not here," said Lily.
"I'll go out and get some clothes that fit, we need to let people see him before he goes," said James.
"Ok, will I let him have a bath?" asked Lily.
"Yes he needs to be clean," said James.
"Ok, I will bathe him and you can get the clothes remember potions though, he's bruised," said Lily.
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"Harry, come on son, get up," said Lily softly.
"Mummy? I'm sorry I will be a good boy," said Harry his green eyes sparkling with pain.
"Oh son. It's ok now, Mummy's here, come on lets go get a bath and get you cleaned up, eh?" said Lily taking hold of Harry's small hand. A part of her was screaming at herself for wanting to get rid of her first-born child. That part of her that she ignored, the part she had ignored since she got with James.
Harry played about in the bath enjoying it; it had been a long time since he had been allowed a bath. He stayed in for a whole half an hour, adding it with more hot water twenty minutes later.
"Come on then! Out you come!" said Lily.
She dressed him in nightclothes that actually fitted him; she had received the clothes from James when he had returned. The potions were in a bag, she knew which was which, being good at potions, although not Mastery level.
"Ok Harry drink those make you feel all better," said Lily.
Harry did everything without complaint; he was back in his old room. A room he had not seen in years, it was still red and gold, but Harry no longer cared.
He was warm, sleepy, and sore free for the first time in a very long time. That was his last thought before he fell asleep.
Well there we go! poor Harry? will he know what they are doing? will they go to even more drastic means? will Dumbledore admit to Severus that its his son? or is he just as bad as James and Lily? sick and twisted? R&R please and goodbye.