The Power of Love

Chapter 1

He's Your Son

"Lily," James Potter yelled up the stairs as he walked into the cottage, "I'm home."

It was two years after Voldemort's attack and defeat; Harry was now three years old. He was small for his age, but looking more like his father every day. He was sweet and gentle, just like his mother but also had her strong fiery temper.

Lily Potter came strolling down the stairs with the three year old boy securely in her arms. "James," she greeted, kissing him softly on the lips.

He grinned, holding his family close to him, "hey Harry," he said, kissing the top of the baby's head. He followed his wife into the kitchen.

"Dinner's nearly ready," she said, placing Harry in a high chair.

"Smells good," he complimented after a long sniff of the air.

She laughed lightly, "good day?"

"Yeah, not bad," he replied, "you?"

"Same," Lily told him, "apart from Harry's break for freedom down the street, lucky the gate was closed and stopped him."

James chuckled, "three years and already like your father, aren't you Harry?" he said, tickling his son's chin. Lily smiled at the exchange of affection between her husband and son.

Lily placed the food on the table and began serving the family. "I got a letter from Remus today, he was wondering if you and Sirius were planning to join him for full moon."

James gazed at her, "I was planning to, you don't mind, do you?"

Lily shook her head, "I can deal with everything here, Remus does need you besides I don't want to break up a Maraunders tradition," she smiled.

"Thanks, love," James said, spooning food into Harry's mouth, "but Maraunders tradition?" he said, "not really anymore. That tradition was between four close friends before Pettigrew betrayed us to Voldemort," he said his previous friend's name distastefully.

Lily took her husband's hand gently, "at least he's gone now," she sympathised, meaning Voldemort, "things could have been worse, he could have succeeded and murdered Harry."

James nodded, kissing her temple, "yeah, I have a gorgeous son, two great friends and my own beautiful wife. When did you become so wise?"

"When I got married and had a child," she replied as they continued eating. As they ate, James remembered his last encounter with Pettigrew.

"PETTIGREW!" came James Potter's roar as his eyes fell upon the man he had been hunting for days.

"James, Sirius, Remus, my friends," he said, grimacing as he eyed the three men.

"Pettigrew," James growled once again.

"James," Peter responded nervously.

"You betrayed us, you told Voldemort where we were," James accused, shouting furiously, pacing back and forewards as he glared at his old friend, "he hurt Lily; he tried to murder my son."

"The Dark Lord, he threatened to kill me," Peter attempted to justify his actions.

"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" Sirius yelled.

"Leave it, Sirius," James said, holding his best mate back, "this is between Peter and me."

"Why did you bring them if not to let them fight your case?" Peter asked, "Lily was right, you know, you really do need your cronies to stand on your feet," he referred to an incident at Hogwarts when Lily had said such a thing.

"You have no right to say her name," James snapped, before continuing to advance on Peter, his wand drawn. "Surely you must have realised if he didn't kill you, we would, AVADA KEDAVRA," James yelled, but he was too late, Peter had transformed into his animagus form and was gone.

James sat in the living room, sliding his wand between his fingers. Part of him wondered if the curse would have killed Pettigrew if he hadn't transformed. He knew you had to really mean the unforgivable curses for them to work. He remembered the days when he, Remus, Sirius and Peter would run around Hogwarts, causing trouble, the best of friends. He had thought that all the Maraunders were loyal to each other, but he had been wrong. If only he had listened to Dumbledore, he told them to use Sirius as the secret keeper, but then Sirius would probably be dead. These thoughts ran through his head, had he really meant the curse? It was the friends or lovers choice again, and the Maraunders had always promised friends over girls. This was more than choosing a girl over a friend though. He loved Lily and had worked damn hard to get her to like him back. No, Peter had deserved to die.

"James, I've just put Harry to bed," Lily said, walking into the room where he was sitting. He nodded as she moved behind him, running her fingers through his hair. He sighed contently at her cool touch, grabbing her wrist and pressing a light kiss to her palm. "Are you alright?" she asked, feeling his slightly brooding mood.

"Yeah," he said, pulling her by the wrist to sit in his lap, "just thinking about Pettigrew again."

"Oh, James, forget about the traitor," she said, groaning slightly as he covered her neck with hungry kisses.

"I was thinking about how I tried to kill him," James said, running his hands up her sides.

"They'll catch him and put him in Azkaban eventually, love, without the protection of Voldemort," she comforted, kissing the underside of his chin.

"I know, I just wish I was helping on that case, I want to be the one to catch him," he told her.

She kissed him deeply on the mouth, "I would too, but they won't let you, I or Sirius get involved, I know we'd all like too." Lily, James and Sirius were all aurors. They were very disappointed that they were not on the case of catching Pettigrew.

He gave her another kiss, "yeah, did you say Harry was in bed?"

"Yes," she replied, pulling him closer.

"You're all wet," he suddenly realised, gazing at her shirt in disbelief as his hands found huge wet patches over her flat stomach.

She laughed, "Well, your son does splash rather a lot when in the bath," she told him.

"So the moment he does something wrong he's my son?" he asked her, tickling her lightly.

"Yes, that sounds about right," she giggled, as he laid her out onto the full length of the sofa and pinned her underneath him. He kissed her deeply and moved his hands under her skirt to caress her thighs.

"James," she moaned.

"Yes, love?" He asked huskily between kisses.

"I love you," she said, pressing her tongue to his lips.

"I love you too," he replied, pushing her deeper into the sofa, "let's finish this upstairs," he said.

"Okay," she replied, as he picked her up in his arms and carried her to bed.

OMG! It's been so long since I updated this. Coursework and homework has been hell.

Anyway, I know a lot of you are worried about Harry surviving even though neither Lily or James died. I am working on it, just not sure quite how to do it yet. If anyone does have any ideas on how I could do it, please message me!

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Thanks.

With love,

SG xoxo