Harry\'s New Dad

James was sitting in the living room waiting for Lily to come back from putting the twins to bed. He could hear her signing a lullaby to them over the baby monitor sitting next to him. Well actually she was most likely singing to Jason as he was the fussier of the two. Jason had dark auburn hair with his father’s blue eyes. He always wanted attention from his parents and whoever else may be visiting. Harry, the younger of the two, was a calm and quiet baby, he rarely ever cried and was sometimes easy to forget about. He had his dad’s black messy hair and his mum’s bright green eyes. He was a beautiful baby, though a lot smaller than his twin.

James looked up just as Lily walked back into the room and sat on the couch next to him.
“How did it go?” he asked.

Her reply was one he did not expect. “It was fine except I couldn’t get Harry to stop crying. Poor thing finally wore just him self out.”

“You don’t think anything is wrong do you?”

“I doubt it.”

They sat in silence for a while until James noticed something seemed to be bothering his wife.
“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… well, I was just wondering if we are doing the right thing having Peter as our secret keeper.”

“Come on Lily, like Padfoot said it is the perfect cover, especially if Moony is they spy.”

“You don’t really think he is do you? I just don’t see it.”

“I don’t know what to thing any more.”

Again the room descended into silence. Then suddenly there was a loud crash outside followed by two shouts of “Stupefy!” Lily and James both crumbled to the ground before they could even reach for their wands. Voldemort walked fully into sight and headed up the stairs to the nursery and let himself in. Looking at the twins, “and they say one of you will defeat me. Not likely.” Then aiming his wand at one of the twins, but not paying attention to which one he shouted, “Avada Kedavra!"

A green beam of light shot from his wand right at the smaller of the two, then the strangest thing happened, it rebounded right back at him. Too shocked to move it hit him square in the chest sending his soul from his body with a terrifying scream.

Sirius Black, a.k.a. Padfoot, was the first one to the house. He had gone to check on Peter earlier that night and upon fining no trace of him feared the worse and headed straight to the Potter’s house after fire-calling Remus Lupin, a.k.a. Moony, to have him inform Dumbledore.

When he got there he saw the house was in ruins and immediately rushed inside to see if anyone survived. He first saw James and Lily still on the floor and started to drag them out of the house. He never saw when Remus rushed into the house or up the stairs. He only realized Remus was there after he saw him walk out of the house with a screaming Jason and an unconscious Harry.

“Is he ok?” Sirius asked, His voice full of concern for his younger godson. He could tell Jason was by the screaming.

“Yeah, I can’t believe he could sleep through the commotion.” Remus replied. “How are James and Lily?”

“I think they were just stupefied.” That said he raised his wand and said, “Enervate!”

Through all this no one saw Dumbledore approach.

Lily and James were on their feet in seconds demanding to hold their children to reassure themselves they were all right. Looking them over they noticed a small cut the shape of a lightning bolt just above Jason’s heart where the backlash of the rebound curse had hit him, but no one saw the healed scar on Harry’s forehead. Automatically they all thought Jason was the prophecy child as he was awake and had the scar. No one thought to make sure Harry was ok they just thought he was asleep in Remus’s arms. No one took notice of him the rest of the night, with the exception of Remus, all talking of all the great things Jason, THE BOY WHO LIVED, was going to do when he got older.

Remus made a promise that night to always be there for Harry. A promise he intended to keep, but would eventually break through no fault of his own.