Severus Snape cackled as he regarded his newest creation. It was beautiful, it was perfect, it was an almost identical copy of one Lily Evans (He REFUSED to think of her as a Potter). Rubbing his hands together, Severus giggled maniacally as he poured on the last activation potion.

It wasn't a perfect copy; the skin was as hard as stone and the hair the same, but it would be enough to lure that arrogant fool Potter into Knockturn Alley to be disposed of. It had Lily's personality, tonal inflection and proportions down exactly, the perfect lure.

Dropping a portkey onto the golem, he snickered again and whipped his greasy hair out of his eyes. Tomorrow there would be news in the Prophet about the death, and he could swoop in and console his sweet Lily on her loss.

XxXxX

Lily Potter looked on in confusion as an exact copy of her massaged her husband's feet, wondering where it came from.

"Sweetie?" Best take this slow, she had no idea what James and his twisted friends would come up with.

"Yes dear?"

"Where did that... me... come from?"

"I got no idea" James started, only to be cut off by a groan as the golem found another spot on his heel "but it gives amazing foot massages."

"So Sirius didn't cook it up to prank you?"

"Nope, cleared him."

"Remus?"

"Still recovering from the full moon."

"Not Peter?"

"Naw, animation was never his strong suit."

"It's not harmful to Harry and June, is it?"

"Nope, played with them for a half hour earlier this morning."

"So that's why it was so quiet earlier..."

"Okay dear, but I'm next."

"No problem, Lils."

XxXxX

Severus snarled at the Daily Prophet the next morning. Where was the mention of James Potter's grizzly fate? Where was the murder scene? Where was his revenge?!

"This calls for drastic measures..." he mumbled to himself, putting on a slightly clean traveling cloak and grabbing a handful of floo powder. It was three weeks before the next school year started, the Potters (and Lily) would be buying supplies for James' oldest hell spawn. Throwing the powder into the fireplace, Snape called his destination.

"Diagon Alley!"

XxXxX

James and Lily wandered into Slug and Jigger's apothecary on a beautiful August afternoon, their two children trailing after them.

"Harry, do you have the bags from Madame Malkins?"

"Yes mum."

"Okay, good. James, could you please not giggle at the ingredients this time? You've been doing that since your second year. Probably longer."

"I'll try, Lils, it's not my fault they look goofy."

"Yes, well, as the resident potions mistress I do find it slightly annoying when you and your friends spend all afternoon snickering in my lab."

Snape glowered menacingly through a gap in the shelves. Trust James Bloody Potter to be so juvenile that he was still laughing at such serious matters as potions ingredients at the age of thirty one. When he swept Lily off of her feet, she would never have to deal with that again.

"So, did you find out what's with that golem that showed up yesterday?"

Severus perked up, this could be the analysis of his work he was looking for.

"Yea, it was fairly, if amateurishly, well made. I refined it a lot so it's not nearly as dangerous around running children and you won't stub your toe on it if your walk into it anymore. Charlus is handling the patent registration for me. He thinks that if everything works out, the Potter family will be ushering in a new era of personal assistants, even good enough to replace House Elves."

"Thank Merlin I'm not Lord Potter yet, hope the old man lives forever."

"Mum, Dad! Harry put slugs in my hair!"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"James! Deal with your son, I'll pay the man so we can get out of his way." Lily walked right past the aisle that Severus was standing in, fuming.

Those blasted Potters! They were using -his- invention, -his- sweat, and -his- toil to grow their fortune even more!

XxXxX

The Potter family was just entering Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor when James suddenly stopped.

"What is it, dear?"

"I'm not sure, but I swear I just heard someone yell "Potter!". It sounded like Snape."

Lily sighed exasperatedly "I really wish you would get over that school boy feud, you know that he was just a friend."

James walked up to the counter grumbling, "he was a greasy little slime ball that tried to get us expelled almost every day."