Because a bedtime story may be more than just that. Cause magic defines our fates since the very beggining.
They are bonded, always has been.
Intertwined - First Part
July 31 st , 1980
Lily Potter lay back panting softly, happiness surging through her as she heard the first cry of her baby. Her husband James Potter stood at the end of the bed with the healer as they cleaned the baby and brought him to her.
Harry James Potter. Their son.
Tears dripped unashamedly down James’s face as he handed his son to his wife, Harry’s face was scrunched up and red as he cried, upset at the new experiences.
Lily held him close, kissing the top of his head. “Shh my love, mummy’s here.”
Harry made a disgruntled face that both Lily and James laughed at softly before slowly opening his eyes. His right eye was a bright green, while his left was a whiskey brown, and both parents gasped at the contrast.
The healer approached to check on the baby and James stepped in front, cutting off her access to mother and son. “Healer Margery, I believe my family would prefer to handle the rest privately.”
“Oh, but Mr. Potter it’s standard for us-“
“No, that will be all. I will send my owl to St Mungo’s to settle our accounts.”
The healer gave him a curious look at the way his demeanor had flipped but said nothing, nodding and making her way out of the room they had set up for a home birth. When the door closed behind her James breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face his little family again.
His worried gaze met his wife’s. “Such a blessing…. It’s not one I would want for him. What will magic demand of him for it?”
Lily’s eyes hardened in determination. “It has to be Voldemort, he is a threat to all magic. We have to win this war, James.”
“We will. It’s not safe for many to know about this, especially considering our work for the Order.”
“You think we should keep it a secret? Glamour him?”
“We already talked to Sirius about being his godfather, he can know, just in case. We can have the glamour bound to the condition of Voldemort’s death?”
“That’s beyond my skill with charms.”
“Filius could- he would agree to a memory suppression after I’m sure- he would understand the enormity of this.”
Harry gave a happy gurgle in his mother’s arms, trying to get his parents’ attention back. Instantly James and Lily’s eyes went back to their son.
Lily stroked his cheek softly, marveling at how beautiful he looked with his brown and green eyes. “No one will threaten you as long as I live, my little one.”
“That’s a promise, Harry.” James murmured as he leaned forward to kiss his infant son’s forehead.
