fic: harry potter [james/lily]
A note from the author: My lovely Nat, it feels so good to write Lily/James fic again. ^__^ It was a rough start (I put this one off 'til the end), but once I got started, it was hard to stop! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little James/Lily fic, with a dash of angst at the end for good measure. It was so much fun to write!
For:
crackwhoresxx
Fandom: Harry Potter; James/Lily
Prompt: Love, fighting during the holidays
Title: Three Presents under the Tree (and One Never Received)
Author: Alisa
Word Count: 973
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Three presents under the Potters’ tree, and one that was never received.
Three Presents under the Tree (and One Never Received)
1.
“Lily!”
Lily sighed as Harry-who had been asleep a second ago-woke with a start and began crying.
“Lily, bring Harry down here so we can open gifts!”
Gritting her teeth, Lily Potter scooped up her two-month-old baby boy and plodded into the living room of her home. Her husband had his body folded up in front of the Christmas tree, their few presents scattered around him like an eager ten-year-old. The tree lighting up his face did little to make him seem like more of an adult.
“Lily, there you are!” James cried, grinning up at her. “And you brought Harry, excellent! Let’s open gifts now!” He rattled a box in Lily’s direction appeasingly.
His wife narrowed her eyes at him and planted her free hand on her hip. “I’ll have you know that I had just gotten your son to sleep when you decided you needed to open gifts, James Potter.”
“Aww, c’mon, Lily, I’ll put him back to sleep later!” James whined. “Look, I’ll even let you open yours first!” He shook the brightly wrapped box in her direction again.
Lily eyed the gift for a moment, then sat down elegantly next to her husband with an apathetic expression locked on her face. James handed her the gift with a self-righteous smirk.
“Hold Harry,” instructed Lily, pressing the baby into James’s arms as she took the present.
The emerald green wrapping paper (“To match your eyes!”) went flying as Lily ripped into the gift. The top of the box bounced off of James’s head.
An eager grin broke out on James’s face as Lily pulled off the final tissue paper.
“YOU GOT ME LINGERIE?!”
2.
Lily was still fuming over her gift from James when he dug under the tree for his gift.
“So, what’d you get me?” he asked eagerly, pushing aside present after present for Harry. “Hey” -James was already halfway under the tree, his son tucked against his chest like a football- “I can’t find mine!”
“Gimme the baby, James,” said Lily, taking her son. “Here,” she went on, pulling out an envelope from a tree branch, “here’s your gift. Happy Christmas, darling.”
James’s face fell slightly when he saw the size of his gift, but he forced on a smile and uttered cheerfully, “Thanks, Lil!”
Lily smirked slightly as James opened the envelope. His eyes widened comically and a gurgling noise Harry often made came out of his mouth.
“You got me tickets to the Canons/Magpies game!” he shouted, eyes glistening. “I knew there was a reason I loved you!”
“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
3.
“Okay, Harry, time to open your presents!” James cooed at his son. Harry blinked up at his father stoically.
“Humph, just like your mother.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Lily said, pulling a large box next to her. “Oh, look, Harry, a gift from Mummy!” She shook the box and Harry gurgled.
“Go on, James, open Harry’s gift for him,” Lily instructed, pushing the box toward her husband.
He dove into the present as if it was his own, paper flying. The box was ripped open and James gasped dramatically.
“Clothes? You got him clothes?”
“Oh, don’t sound so scandalized,” Lily scolded, pulling out an outfit and holding it up to Harry. “He’s going to need some bigger clothes soon and these are adorable!”
“Yeah, yeah, clothes-let’s open mine!”
Lily rolled her eyes as James tore into a long, thin box wrapped in Quidditch paper (complete with moving brooms and Snitches). “Oh, look!” he cried, sounding enthralled.
Lily gawked as the tiny broomstick rose out of the box and hovered in the air. “YOU GOT HIM A BROOM?”
“Isn’t it excellent?” gushed James, pulling the broom out of the air and examining it. “It floats three feet off the ground and can reach speeds of four kilometers an hour! Plus, take a look at this!”
He balanced an ornament on the broom, gave the broom a small push, and let it drift away. The ornament slid off the invisible seat and went crashing toward the floor. Lily winced, waiting for the impact.
But there wasn’t any.
“It’s got a Cushioning Charm on the ground underneath!” exclaimed James, picking up the bauble and dropping it again. It bounced a few inches above the ground. “Isn’t it brilliant?”
Lily sniffed indignantly. “I guess it’s alright. But Harry’s not using it until he’s at least two.”
“Aww, but Lily…”
“NO.”
& One Never Received
He sat in his office, fingertips pressed together and tapping thoughtfully against his chin. Christmas filled the corridors of Hogwarts outside of his office, but Dumbledore wasn’t exactly in the holiday spirit. His mind was busy with two of his former students and their very young son, who were probably celebrating Christmas at the very moment.
Dumbledore picked up the frame on his desk and observed it. In the photo was a young man with untidy black hair and twinkling hazel eyes. Sitting across his knee with a red Santa hat perched across her dark red hair was a young woman with vibrant green eyes. And in her arms was a tiny baby boy, not even two months, already with a full head of dark hair. The couple was smiling and waving, thoughts of war and destruction never crossing their minds.
Thoughts of war and destruction crossed Dumbledore’s mind quite often.
More often, thoughts of that tiny baby boy crossed his mind (thoughts of that baby boy growing up during a war, thoughts of that baby boy growing up without parents, without family or friends or hope or peace).
Dumbledore decided that he was going to give the Potters a Christmas present they didn’t need to know about.
He was going to protect them (that baby boy) from this war, no matter what it took.
For:
crackwhoresxx
Fandom: Harry Potter; James/Lily
Prompt: Love, fighting during the holidays
Title: Three Presents under the Tree (and One Never Received)
Author: Alisa
Word Count: 973
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Three presents under the Potters’ tree, and one that was never received.
Three Presents under the Tree (and One Never Received)
1.
“Lily!”
Lily sighed as Harry-who had been asleep a second ago-woke with a start and began crying.
“Lily, bring Harry down here so we can open gifts!”
Gritting her teeth, Lily Potter scooped up her two-month-old baby boy and plodded into the living room of her home. Her husband had his body folded up in front of the Christmas tree, their few presents scattered around him like an eager ten-year-old. The tree lighting up his face did little to make him seem like more of an adult.
“Lily, there you are!” James cried, grinning up at her. “And you brought Harry, excellent! Let’s open gifts now!” He rattled a box in Lily’s direction appeasingly.
His wife narrowed her eyes at him and planted her free hand on her hip. “I’ll have you know that I had just gotten your son to sleep when you decided you needed to open gifts, James Potter.”
“Aww, c’mon, Lily, I’ll put him back to sleep later!” James whined. “Look, I’ll even let you open yours first!” He shook the brightly wrapped box in her direction again.
Lily eyed the gift for a moment, then sat down elegantly next to her husband with an apathetic expression locked on her face. James handed her the gift with a self-righteous smirk.
“Hold Harry,” instructed Lily, pressing the baby into James’s arms as she took the present.
The emerald green wrapping paper (“To match your eyes!”) went flying as Lily ripped into the gift. The top of the box bounced off of James’s head.
An eager grin broke out on James’s face as Lily pulled off the final tissue paper.
“YOU GOT ME LINGERIE?!”
2.
Lily was still fuming over her gift from James when he dug under the tree for his gift.
“So, what’d you get me?” he asked eagerly, pushing aside present after present for Harry. “Hey” -James was already halfway under the tree, his son tucked against his chest like a football- “I can’t find mine!”
“Gimme the baby, James,” said Lily, taking her son. “Here,” she went on, pulling out an envelope from a tree branch, “here’s your gift. Happy Christmas, darling.”
James’s face fell slightly when he saw the size of his gift, but he forced on a smile and uttered cheerfully, “Thanks, Lil!”
Lily smirked slightly as James opened the envelope. His eyes widened comically and a gurgling noise Harry often made came out of his mouth.
“You got me tickets to the Canons/Magpies game!” he shouted, eyes glistening. “I knew there was a reason I loved you!”
“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
3.
“Okay, Harry, time to open your presents!” James cooed at his son. Harry blinked up at his father stoically.
“Humph, just like your mother.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Lily said, pulling a large box next to her. “Oh, look, Harry, a gift from Mummy!” She shook the box and Harry gurgled.
“Go on, James, open Harry’s gift for him,” Lily instructed, pushing the box toward her husband.
He dove into the present as if it was his own, paper flying. The box was ripped open and James gasped dramatically.
“Clothes? You got him clothes?”
“Oh, don’t sound so scandalized,” Lily scolded, pulling out an outfit and holding it up to Harry. “He’s going to need some bigger clothes soon and these are adorable!”
“Yeah, yeah, clothes-let’s open mine!”
Lily rolled her eyes as James tore into a long, thin box wrapped in Quidditch paper (complete with moving brooms and Snitches). “Oh, look!” he cried, sounding enthralled.
Lily gawked as the tiny broomstick rose out of the box and hovered in the air. “YOU GOT HIM A BROOM?”
“Isn’t it excellent?” gushed James, pulling the broom out of the air and examining it. “It floats three feet off the ground and can reach speeds of four kilometers an hour! Plus, take a look at this!”
He balanced an ornament on the broom, gave the broom a small push, and let it drift away. The ornament slid off the invisible seat and went crashing toward the floor. Lily winced, waiting for the impact.
But there wasn’t any.
“It’s got a Cushioning Charm on the ground underneath!” exclaimed James, picking up the bauble and dropping it again. It bounced a few inches above the ground. “Isn’t it brilliant?”
Lily sniffed indignantly. “I guess it’s alright. But Harry’s not using it until he’s at least two.”
“Aww, but Lily…”
“NO.”
& One Never Received
He sat in his office, fingertips pressed together and tapping thoughtfully against his chin. Christmas filled the corridors of Hogwarts outside of his office, but Dumbledore wasn’t exactly in the holiday spirit. His mind was busy with two of his former students and their very young son, who were probably celebrating Christmas at the very moment.
Dumbledore picked up the frame on his desk and observed it. In the photo was a young man with untidy black hair and twinkling hazel eyes. Sitting across his knee with a red Santa hat perched across her dark red hair was a young woman with vibrant green eyes. And in her arms was a tiny baby boy, not even two months, already with a full head of dark hair. The couple was smiling and waving, thoughts of war and destruction never crossing their minds.
Thoughts of war and destruction crossed Dumbledore’s mind quite often.
More often, thoughts of that tiny baby boy crossed his mind (thoughts of that baby boy growing up during a war, thoughts of that baby boy growing up without parents, without family or friends or hope or peace).
Dumbledore decided that he was going to give the Potters a Christmas present they didn’t need to know about.
He was going to protect them (that baby boy) from this war, no matter what it took.