Harry Potter: Protecting Lily
Title: Protecting Lily
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: one-sided James/Lily, Snape/Lily
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of attempted rape, violence
Summary: Snape and Potter didn't always hate each other. Dislike was obvious, but one incident changed that. Then James got serious.
Author’s Notes: This, was not suppose to turn out this way at all. It was suppose to be James/Severus. Damn.
Feedback: Much desired and appreciated.
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James Potter has always had a presence. No matter where he is, or what he is doing there is just this feeling about him as if his body is just radiating whatever emotion he is feeling at the time. When he is angry, truly angry, it is a scary sight to witness.
He storms through the dungeons with a look of rage dominating his face, and anyone walking along the same path hastily scurries out of the way. They break into whispers as soon as he’s out of sight, and in only a few hours the rumor mills of Hogwarts will be in full cycle.
The door to the potion’s classroom bangs open as Potter forces his way inside. It’s too late for Slughorn to be there. He’s already retired in his office with a bottle of Ogden’s finest, and a box of candied pineapple. There is still one person there, but he doesn’t see Potter until it’s too late.
James’ fist lands against Snape’s face in a vicious punch, but even after the Slytherin reels back gasping for breath he is still struggling to control his rage.
"I’ve warned you before, Snivellus," he spits the name out as if it were a curse, "I warned you if you ever laid a hand on Evans you would pay!"
Snape glares at him through the fringe of his hair. "I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, Potter."
"Bullshit!" Potter launches himself at Snape again, and this time grasps his arm hard enough to bruise before laying another punch onto his already bruising face.
"You think I didn’t see you forcing yourself on her! She’s mine, Snape. Don’t you dare touch her," James growls, tightening his gripe on Snape’s arm even further.
Snape continues to glare. "Mudblood slut had it coming," he sneers, and the level of Potter’s rage only heightens.
"You don’t know what you’re messing with Snape. You thought I made your life hell before, that’s nothing compared to what I will do to protect Lily." James releases Snape’s arm, and faster than lightning has his wand drawn and pointed at Snape’s throat.
"Petrificus Totalus," James’ speaks the body bind with vindication, and only smirks as Snape’s rigid body crashes to the floor.
"I think the seventh year Gryffindors are overdue for a present, or maybe the centaurs are in need of some target practice..." he trails off as he preforms a silent levitation spell.
"I was having fun before, Snape. Now, you’ve made things serious." James Potter doesn’t get angry often, but when someone threatens the ones he loves, he won’t hesitate to defend them. Some might consider it rash, but Lily is his to protect, his to love, and no one like Snape will be caught soiling her with his touch.