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The Twists And Turns Of A Screwed Life

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of A Screwed Life.

James was sitting in a chair in Dumbledore's office. He couldn't believe what just happened.

Harry was rapped in his arms, a plaster on his forehead. He had been hid by the killing-curse and somehow he survived. The baby boy was now sleeping peacefully, not knowing his mom died.

His mom, Lily, the love of James' live, how would he be able to go on without her, or bring up Harry for that matter.

The door opened and Sirius and Remus rushed in followed by Dumbledore.

"James, my god, are you ok?" Sirius asked looking dead-pale.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not, be honest Prongs." Remus insisted.

"Ok, I'm not fine, but that's not what matters."

"It matters to us." Sirius protested.

"Harry is more important." James stated.

Sirius took the sleeping boy out of James' arms, with a lot of protest from James, and gave him to Remus. When Remus was holding Harry tight Sirius pulled James into a hug.

James just had to let go and tears ran down his face. He had worked so hard and given up so many things just to win Lily's love and now she was gone.

"It's ok, Prongs. Just let it all out." Sirius whispered.

He knew how much his friend loved Lily, they all loved her. She didn't deserve to die. He felt tears sting behind his eyes, but fought them back. he had to be strong for James.

They didn't know how much time passed. Dumbledore was just standing by the door, Remus holding Harry looking at his best friend and Sirius comforting James. All were silent, except Sirius who was whispering to James.

The silence was broken by Harry, he had woken up and demanded attention, crying at the top of his lungs. James broke free from Sirius hug and took his son back from Remus.

Harry looked into his father's eyes and calmed down a bit, but still whimpered.

"You hungry little man?" James asked.

Harry made a sound in agreement.

James looked up at his friend.

"Could anyone get me a bottle for Harry. With milk of course." He added, eyeing Sirius.

Remus laughed sadly. He remembered the last time James asked that.


"Could you get me a bottle for Harry, Sirius?" James asked.

Sirius got up from the couch and went into the kitchen.

After a few minutes he returned with an empty bottle and gave it to James.

"And what is this supposed to be?" James gave Sirius a confused look.

"A bottle for Harry." Sirius answered simply.

"If I wouldn't be holding him, you would have gotten his over your head, you know."

Lily and Remus laughed.

"Give it to me, Sirius. I'll get Harry his bottle." Lily smiled.

Lily left to get Harry a filled bottle.

"Are you sure you want to bring up a baby in this world, James?" Remus asked his friend as soon as he was sure Lily couldn't hear them.

"As I have said a hundred times by now. Yes, I'll make sure nothing will happen to him. Just because Voldemort is on the lose doesn't mean I can't have a family. It's the only light in these dark times." James answered.

"I know, but still."

"Moony, just leave it. Can't you see how happy they are?" Sirius argued.

"You just pick their side because they made you godfather." Remus retorted.


At that moment Lily came back with Harry's bottle.

"You want to feed him, Sirius?" She asked.

"You trust him, Lily?" Remus looked surpriced.

"No, but with James next to him it should be alright. If he makes even the smallest mistake James with hid him and take Harry back."

They all laughed and some how Sirius managed to give Harry his bottle without any mistakes.

~~~End Flashback~~~

Sirius returned from the kitchens and handed James the bottle. James put the comforter in Harry's mouth and Harry's hand grabbed the bottle, but James didn't let it go. If he did Harry would drop it for sure. He sat back down in his chair and watched Harry drink.

"What are we going to do now, Headmaster?" Remus asked.

"Call me Albus and for your question. It appears Voldemort disappeared after he tried to kill Harry. I'm having this checked right now. If he really is gone we'll restore Godric's Hollow, if you want that James, or else we'll find you a new home. If Voldemort hasn't disappeared, I recon James and Harry will stay a Hogwarts until he is gone." Dumbledore answered.

"If Prongs is staying here, I am too." Sirius said determined.

"I appreciate that Padfoot, but you have other things to do." James said, not taking his eyes of his son.

"I don't care what you think, Prongs. I'm Harry's godfather remember and you're my best friend. I just want to make sure you two will be alright." Sirius argued.

"I won't have it, I don't want to bother the Order even more."

"It would be better if someone staid with you for the time being. Harry's going to be a burden and you might not be able to progress the events of tonight." Dumbledore said.

"Ok, I give in." James sighed defeated.

"Now, you better get some sleep. I'll take you to a guestroom." Dumbledore spoke again.

"We'll stay with you, Prongs." Remus offered.

James looked up and smiled sadly.

"Thank, I appreciate what you're doing."

"We know, that's why we're doing it." Sirius smiled too.

After Harry finished his bottle, Dumbledore took them to the guestroom and bid them goodnight.

The room was just like Gryffindor Common room only smaller with a kitchen unit and no winding staircases, just three doors, one leaded to the bathroom, a second to a bedroom with three four-posters and a cradle, the last room leaded to a nursery.

James went into the bedroom and put Harry into the cradle. The boy looked up into his father's eyes again, like he always did when James put him to bed, he giggled.

"I'm glad you can still giggle, shorty." James smiled and kissed Harry's forehead, avoiding the plaster.

"He is cute, isn't he?" Sirius said from the door.

"Yeah, I just hope he stays that way."

Sirius walked over to the cradle and stood next to James, an arm around his shoulder.

"Of course he'll stay cute." Sirius replied. Neither had a clue of how wrong he was.

Harry was now looking at both man with drowsy eyes.

"Go to sleep, Harry. Dad's with you." James whispered.

It seemed like Harry understood, 'cause his eyes closed and after a minute his breathing told he was asleep.

James and Sirius stood their for god knows how long, just looking at Harry.



"What do you call a dozing bull?"

"I don't know."

"A bulldozer."

James cuddled and Sirius smiled, at least now he knew his friend could still laugh.

"You know, you'll hate it if you wake Harry up." Remus voice said.

They turned to face the door.

"I know and you two are going to hate it that you'll be sharing a room with him." James smiled.

"Why?" Sirius looked confused.

"If you don't know yet, you'll just have to find out." James replied.

"Let's get some sleep." Remus suggested.

So they all changed and got into bed. James took the four-poster next to Harry's cradle, Sirius the one next to that and Remus the one that remained.

~~~God know how much later~~~

It was still dark outside, but Sirius was awake and couldn't fall asleep again. He knew for sure his friend were awake too. Why did know? Because Harry was crying at the top of his lungs again, that's why and to Sirius it was the most annoying thing that ever happened.

He had been dreaming he was flirting with a girl and he was about to make his move when Harry started crying and awoke him.

Sirius thought Harry must have been crying for ten minutes straight, which was untrue because it was just one minute.

"Prongs, make him shut up or you'll be having a problem." He yelled.

"Don't say I didn't worn you." James voice said from his right and Harry's cries got softer.

He heard a door open and a few seconds later an other.

Sirius turned around and made himself comfortable to go to sleep again, but Remus had other plans. He got out of his bed and went over to Sirius' to drag Sirius out of it.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sirius asked annoyed.

"One word; Baby-sit."

"I don't get it."

"You really think Prongs will be able to take care of Harry all the time? He has his job too, Padfoot. He may be rich, but he still has to work."

"Can't he just take Harry with him?"

"Not all the time, especially not when Harry is this young."

"Ok, ok, you win."

They arrived at the nursery. Harry was laying on the chest of drawers giggling. James was changing his dipper.

"Darn, that smell's." Sirius said, grabbing his nose.

"You should have smelled your room, Padfoot. This is perfume compared to that." James replied. "Throw away that dipper will you?"

"I refuse to thatch that refuse." Sirius stated.

"Will you do it for me, Moony? I have my hand full with Harry."

"Sure." Remus took the dipper, held it under Sirius nose and then threw it away.

"You had to do that, Moony?" Sirius whined.

"You have to be taught a lesson."

"Sometime I get the feeling, you two are the babies here." James said.

"Ouch, that hurts, Prongs." Sirius whined again.

"See what I mean?"

Remus laughed softly and Harry giggled.

"See even Harry thinks I'm right."

"No fair."

"Padfoot, he's right, you really are a baby." Remus laughed.

James took the plaster from Harry's head carefully.

Sirius and Remus moved closer, they had been curious about what was under there. They saw a lightning bolt wound.

"Is that where...?" Sirius began.


"Will it heal?" Remus asked.

"No, it will be a scar." James replied sadly.

Remus put his hand on James' shoulder.

"We'll make it through this, together. If you need us, just call."

"Thanks, you're the best friends I've ever had." James smiled.

Sirius picked up Harry and looked around the room. There was everything you needed to care for a baby, even another cradle full with stuffed animals.

Sirius walked over to the cradle and put Harry in it so he could pick a stuffed animal to sleep with. James and Remus looked at Harry with interest.

James face lit up when Harry picked a stuffed stag to sleep with.

Sirius picked the boy up again and Harry didn't let go of the stag.

"He loves you, Prongs." Sirius commented.

"I know, now give him back."

Sirius gave his godson to James with the necessary dislike. (A/N: It's a something we say like that in Dutch, if it's not really correct English.)

They went back to the bedroom and fell asleep almost instantly, not knowing what for surprises the next day would bring.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Next chapter: 'What Will Happen Now?'