Spectacles by Attackfish
Summary: A Death Eater meeting brings into focus James Potter's place in Voldemort's new society.
Categories: Parental Snape > Guardian Snape Main Characters: .Snape and Harry (required), Bellatrix, James, Voldemort, Wormtail
Snape Flavour: None
Genres: Angst, Drama
Media Type: None
Tags: Alternate Universe, Baby fic, Child fic
Takes Place: 0 - Pre Hogwarts (before Harry is 11)
Warnings: Profanity, Violence
Challenges: None
Series: Good People and Death Eaters
Chapters: 3 Completed: Yes Word count: 4521 Read: 10176 Published: 22 May 2009 Updated: 02 Jan 2012
Drabble: Pilfer by Attackfish
Author's Notes:
This is another non-chapter drabble, set when Harry is about to turn eleven. I wrote it during a commentfic meme on livejournal for selonbrody.
Drizzle beaded up on the window panes and slid down to collect on the trim. The sky was steely grey, and Harry kept his eyes fixed to it like magnets.

"He'll be home tomorrow," James told him dryly.

Harry scowled. "I know." It wasn't that.

Every year, school ended, and his dad came home. Harry didn't have to get up so early to see him before he left. He didn't have to sit home alone with James popping in at all the wrong times to check on him. It was always nice.

It was the last day he was ever going to wait like that. In September, he was going to school too.

James put a hand on his shoulder. "Tell you what, why don't I get a picnic basket together, and we'll eat lunch in the gazebo?"

Like when he was little. "I'm not five anymore."

James nodded seriously. "Which is why we won't be taking your toy dinosaurs."

Harry shook his head. He didn't want to spend the last day he got to spend alone stuck with James.

"Well, that's a shame," James said, reaching inside his pocket and waggling his finger. "Because I don't think your father wants you playing with this inside the house."

The snitch gleamed in the yellow light, it's spindly wings beating against James's clasped fingers. Harry grinned. "Where did you get that?"

"Nicked it from the school set." He pinched it between two fingers and twisted it around before passing it deftly to Harry. "I'll show you where they keep them this September."

It felt warm to the touch, warm and alive. The the stiff wings buzzed in the air. "Cool."

James poked his arm, smirking. "If we break anything, I'm blaming it on you."

Harry snickered, and let the snitch go.
The End.


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