Flirting with the enemy (A Jeverus story)

~•~Chapter 33~•~

Two months flew by, and it was clear that Baby Harry was far behind the other kids his age. For example, unlike Draco, Harry hadn't said his first word yet, and he barely made noises at all, he just kept silent. And much unlike The weasley's son, Ron, Harry hadn't even attempted to walk, let alone that he refused to crawl. Stuff like this worried Severus, he was a first time parent, and everything seems to terrify him if it involved Harry.
I'm sure he's fine. Those words echoed through his head. He's just a late bloomer, nothing to be afraid of. But there was something to be afraid of, and no one knew. It hit on a Sunday night, as James was on his way to pick up baby Harry from Lilies house.
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"You sure this plan will work Pettigrew?" Riddle snarled.
"Of course my lord." He replied in a monotone voice, "You want Severus on your side, But those three are holding him back."
Gazing at Peter, Voldemort smiled, "I wondered exactly why you turned to the dark side."
Tensing up, Peter broke out into a cold sweat. He was onto him. The year that he had lied about having the mark since Hogwarts faded out. Voldemort had known all along.
"Was it a betrayal by your friends?" He snickered, "The feeling of never being good enough? Or perhaps--" he paused, "The death of the one you loved."
The whisper sent a shiver down Peter's neck. None of this would've happened if Regulas was still alive. Peter was broken beyond repair without his other half, and that drove him into the madness . He turned to the dark side in a sense of rage, and regret. Only now, understanding what a mistake he had made.
"I see I'm right." He shuddered again, as Voldemorts hands grabbed Peter's neck, squeezing it hard. "If you hadn't sold out your friend, I would've killed you by now."
Peter swallowed hard, his eyes were wide, and he was frozen. He never meant for this to happen. He was just so hurt by how all his friends were living the life they wanted with their loved ones, he wanted to destroy that. And in the end he did succeed.
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Wondering into the garden, of the house in Godrics Hollow. Voldemort struck the lock on the door, forcing it to open. Creeping his way to the stairs, he was faced by none other than James potter.
His eyes were wide, and fear possessed them in every way, "V-Voldemort."
Smiling devilishly, Voldemort took out his wand, "I see my name has gotten the attention it deserves."
Putting up his fists, James attempted to fight, but in the end was no match for Voldemort. With the simple flick of his wand, and only two words, James Potter died.
Upon hearing the unforgivable curse, Lily rushed to Harry's side, "I love you Harry." She spoke with such care, while her face was full of panic, "Just know that I am never going to let anything bad happen to you."
Hearing the footsteps get closer to the door, her heart thumped loudly, and she took hold of her son's hand, "Momma Loves you. Daddy Loves you.. Your Dada loves you... You are so loved Harry, So loved."
The door burst open, and the tears Lily held in her eyes began to fall. She stood up, standing up front of her Son's crib, protecting it from all harm. However, much like James, she fell to the same fate, at Voldemorts hands.
Hearing the cries of the baby, Voldemort turned to him next. Angered by the sound of his whales, Voldemort pointed his wand at the helpless boy.
Swishing his wand in a lightning shaped pattern, Voldemort said the same two words again. Avada Kedavra. And with that, a green light shined brightly, and quickly, the top of the house was destroyed. A crying baby Harry was left in A broken crib, and Voldemort was no where to be seen.
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Watching from a distance, Peter growled, knowing that it wasn't long before someone found out of this accident. Quickly finding the nearest way to the Ministry of Magic, Peter ran off to find the Minister.
"Sir! It's terrible!" He cried.
The Minister looked at him worryingly, imidiatly knowing that his cried were serious, "What ever is the matter?!"
"It's Black! Sirius Black!" He shouted, laughing evil on the inside, "He sold Lily and James out to Voldemort! He is apart of the death eaters!"
Standing up quickly, The Minister called upon the forces, to go out and seek for black. Imidiatly sentencing him to Azkaban Prison.
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Severus paced the entry way eagerly. James had never taken this long to return before. Sighing, Severus convinced himself that Lily might have struck up a conversation. But that wasn't the case. A loud explosion was heard, and Severus found himself running out of the house on instinct.
Turning the corner, he stood, frozen in place by the sight in front of him. Half of Lilies house was destroyed. Quickly snapping out of thought, he ran as quick as he could to the house, only to fall to his knees once he entered.
There on the doorway stood his lover. James Potter.
Searching for a pulse, Severus panicked. He had to be alive, he just had too. It wasn't long before Severus heard the cries of Harry. Running upstairs, he burst into the room. Lying on the ground, was the corpse of Lily Potter, and in the half destroyed crib, layed an injured free Harry Potter. (Except for the mark that possessed his forehead)
Picking Harry up, Severus ran out of the house, making his way back to his. And that was where he would spend the last night with his child.