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Well I just got a new live journal image *points to loverly image of Josh Lyman (aka Bradley Whitford)*. I have to say "The West Wing" is right up there with my love of [u]Harry Potter[/u] possibly because both of them have the two of cutest bickering/bantering couples: Josh Lyman/Donna Moss and Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger. I have to say they really remind me of each other. Ron is very Josh like: oblivious, a tad egotistical... and Donna is very Hermione like: capable, nagging. I love the way both couples interact. I am in very big politico, so my love of The West Wing is no surprise to the people who know me.
Well any way, the point of my post- the next chapter of my little fic:
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Chapter Three
“Thank you.” James said quietly. No matter how old he was he still felt like a child around the wise older man.
“Come let’s go up to my office” Dumbledore placed an arm around James and steered him towards the staircase. Following the headmaster he saw the portraits snoozing around him, though he could see some peering out when they thought no one was looking. Eventually they arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore’s office. James remembered the many times he, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had been brought there for one thing or another.
As they walked into Dumbledore’s office, the portraits covering the walls feigned sleep in order to listen unsuspected. As Dumbledore seated himself behind his desk, James slid into one of the squishy chairs opposite, hoping that Harry would remain asleep. Dumbledore looked kindly at him over his half-moon spectacles
“James, I need you to tell me exactly what happened tonight.”
Trying to draw some upon some strength that would allow him to recount the evening’s events, James’s kept his face down concentrating on Harry’s sleeping form.
“I don’t remember much. He put me in an Immobulis and all I could do was just listen as he said the killing curse. He said it twice. I assumed the first time he hit Lilly and then went for Harry. But I guess since Harry’s still alive he must not have.”
“James, may I see Harry.”
James looked up at his old headmaster and carefully handed the sleeping bundle to him. Carefully holding Harry in his arms Dumbledore examined him through the top of his glasses.
“Ah, yes.”
Handing Harry back to his father Dumbledore folded his hands on the table and looked back at James.
“James, did you by chance notice the scar on Harry’s forehead.”
Brushing back the fringe from his son’s face, James noticed, for the first time, a strange lighting shaped scar.
“Merlin’s beard, how did he get that.” James traced the scar with his finger.
“Unless I am mistaken, your son is now the only known survivor of the Avanda Kedavra curse.”
“But, how? There’s no protection against it. How could he…” James’s voiced trailed off as he contemplated his baby son.
“Lilly.”
James head shot up.
“Lilly? How could she have kept the spell from affecting Harry?”
“By sacrificing her life for Harry she endowed him with a magic older than any other- love. As a result, when Voldemort went to kill Harry, the spell backfired on him.”
“You mean he’s gone. Voldemort’s dead?”
“I’m afraid not. Lord Voldemort has managed to create protection that in any event there would still be a piece of him that would survive. However, at this point he is too weak to be effective. Eventually, he will find a way to regain his strength but for now, he is no longer force. However, his supporters will still be at-large, which is why I think you should consider sending Harry to live with his aunt and uncle.”
“What? You mean Lilly’s sister? Absolutely not. He’ll be miserable.”
“James the old magic that saved Harry tonight will keep him safe there.”
“No!” James shouted disturbing Harry, who awoke with a shrill cry. “Look, I already lost Lilly tonight. I’m not losing Harry! You said that Voldemort no longer has any power. I’ll take my chances with his Death-Eaters.”
“Alright, James. I understand. We will make arrangements for your safety. Until we can find you both a safe place to live, you will stay here at Hogwarts in faculty housing.”
James was too tired to say much else. He cradled the screaming Harry till his cries became muffled sobs. As he followed Dumbledore down the passage he tried to concentrate on anything to keep his mind off of Lilly, willing himself to ignore the pit in his stomach. He would have to find a way. It would be easier to simply give Harry to Lilly’s sister. But James knew he couldn’t give in to the feeling. His son needed him
Well any way, the point of my post- the next chapter of my little fic:
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Chapter Three
“Thank you.” James said quietly. No matter how old he was he still felt like a child around the wise older man.
“Come let’s go up to my office” Dumbledore placed an arm around James and steered him towards the staircase. Following the headmaster he saw the portraits snoozing around him, though he could see some peering out when they thought no one was looking. Eventually they arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore’s office. James remembered the many times he, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had been brought there for one thing or another.
As they walked into Dumbledore’s office, the portraits covering the walls feigned sleep in order to listen unsuspected. As Dumbledore seated himself behind his desk, James slid into one of the squishy chairs opposite, hoping that Harry would remain asleep. Dumbledore looked kindly at him over his half-moon spectacles
“James, I need you to tell me exactly what happened tonight.”
Trying to draw some upon some strength that would allow him to recount the evening’s events, James’s kept his face down concentrating on Harry’s sleeping form.
“I don’t remember much. He put me in an Immobulis and all I could do was just listen as he said the killing curse. He said it twice. I assumed the first time he hit Lilly and then went for Harry. But I guess since Harry’s still alive he must not have.”
“James, may I see Harry.”
James looked up at his old headmaster and carefully handed the sleeping bundle to him. Carefully holding Harry in his arms Dumbledore examined him through the top of his glasses.
“Ah, yes.”
Handing Harry back to his father Dumbledore folded his hands on the table and looked back at James.
“James, did you by chance notice the scar on Harry’s forehead.”
Brushing back the fringe from his son’s face, James noticed, for the first time, a strange lighting shaped scar.
“Merlin’s beard, how did he get that.” James traced the scar with his finger.
“Unless I am mistaken, your son is now the only known survivor of the Avanda Kedavra curse.”
“But, how? There’s no protection against it. How could he…” James’s voiced trailed off as he contemplated his baby son.
“Lilly.”
James head shot up.
“Lilly? How could she have kept the spell from affecting Harry?”
“By sacrificing her life for Harry she endowed him with a magic older than any other- love. As a result, when Voldemort went to kill Harry, the spell backfired on him.”
“You mean he’s gone. Voldemort’s dead?”
“I’m afraid not. Lord Voldemort has managed to create protection that in any event there would still be a piece of him that would survive. However, at this point he is too weak to be effective. Eventually, he will find a way to regain his strength but for now, he is no longer force. However, his supporters will still be at-large, which is why I think you should consider sending Harry to live with his aunt and uncle.”
“What? You mean Lilly’s sister? Absolutely not. He’ll be miserable.”
“James the old magic that saved Harry tonight will keep him safe there.”
“No!” James shouted disturbing Harry, who awoke with a shrill cry. “Look, I already lost Lilly tonight. I’m not losing Harry! You said that Voldemort no longer has any power. I’ll take my chances with his Death-Eaters.”
“Alright, James. I understand. We will make arrangements for your safety. Until we can find you both a safe place to live, you will stay here at Hogwarts in faculty housing.”
James was too tired to say much else. He cradled the screaming Harry till his cries became muffled sobs. As he followed Dumbledore down the passage he tried to concentrate on anything to keep his mind off of Lilly, willing himself to ignore the pit in his stomach. He would have to find a way. It would be easier to simply give Harry to Lilly’s sister. But James knew he couldn’t give in to the feeling. His son needed him