Chapter 2
Once When I Was Nine
9 Years Old
It had been two years since Lily began teaching Harry magic. It had been a fascinating journey.
She never had imagined that Harry would be so powerful that he could learn high-level spells so easily and so quickly.
She lounged on a chair, in the duelling room of the Potter Manor and watched as Harry destroyed the dummies with ease. She had been reluctant to teach him anything dangerous, but he was adamant that he needed to learn everything to keep both of them safe. To keep her safe.
As always, Lily gave in to his wishes and taught him whatever he asked for. She had no resistance to his cute and determined pleas. She was just too easy.
She had also thought of finally contacting Sirius to ask his aid in teaching Harry some duelling moves, but had quickly decided against it.
After the day James died, Lily had taken Harry to the Potter Manor and enabled all the wards, making their house an unconquerable fortress. Since then, she and Harry had never ventured out of the Manor wards and no one was allowed to enter. Absolutely no one. Only the owls and the elves were the medium by which Lily kept in contact with the outside world. Following the betrayal of Peter Pettigrew, she decided to trust no one but herself.
Harry had obviously made some fuss about not being able to go out and meet people of his own age, but Lily was able to convince him to wait until he was eleven. She knew it was unhealthy how she was keeping Harry isolated from the outside world, but she felt it was necessary.
Voldemort was still out there according to Dumbledore, so her paranoia was valid in her mind. She looked at her boy who was jumping and dodging, his wand moving at incredible speed. He was special, she thought with a smile. He was very special.
'My precious baby boy.'
After the duelling session, Harry went to the bathroom to clean up. Lily quickly undressed completely and then changed into her nightwear, a blue slip over her naked body which went down to her knees.
She lied down in bed and waited for him.
She also knew how inappropriate it was that she kept Harry in her bed and didn't let him sleep alone in his. Honestly, she didn't care. Having him in her arms was a boon against the nightmares. She was selfish, she knew. She was allowed to be.
She smiled gently as Harry entered the room. He was already in a loose black t-shirt and cotton shorts. He grinned at her smile and jumped into the bed beside her.
"Hey, mum!" He greeted, laying on his side, shooting her his trademarked lopsided grin. She offered him a fond smile in return. His bubbly energetic behaviour should be annoying sometimes, but she couldn't see it as anything but adorable.
"Hello, little knight." She rolled over on her side so she was facing him. "I think we should start studying potions. You already are efficient in DADA, Transfiguration, and Charms."
Harry made a face at hearing that.
Potions weren't flashy enough to interest him. He was still a child, after all, she mused with a motherly smile.
"I can see what's going on in that tiny brain of yours. Yes, it isn't that useful in battle or duel, but it is an important subject. It'll be useful in making healing potions and many other essential potions." Lily smirked, patting his cheek and combing his hair with her fingers.
"Hmm, if you say so." He shrugged nonchalantly before yawning. He scooted closer and snuggled with her, his arm draped over her waist and his face pressed against her voluptuous chest. "I'm tired, I am going to sleep. Goodnight, mum."
"Goodnight, sweetie." She whispered lovingly, cradling his head on her soft bosom. She hummed a soft and pleasant tune as a lullaby.