A.N. I was baby sitting for friends of the family, and the kids wanted to watch Dumbo. This song stuck in my head and I was compelled to write this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to JKR.
Here's the story. Enjoy.
'USELESS BOY! YOU'VE BURNT THE DINNER AGAIN. AND IT'S THURSDAY TODAY. YOU KNOW EGG AND CHIPS DAY. WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WERE YOU THINKING, COOKING STEAK' A blonde haired woman screamed at a cowering, dark haired boy.
'I'm sorry Aunt Petunia, really I am.' The boy stammered, 'I just forgot'. He tried to say something else but his words were drowned out by his aunt's hysterical shrieking. 'FORGOT! FORGOT! YOU WAIT 'TIL YOUR UNCLE GETS HOME. HE'LL GIVE YOU A HIDING YOU WON'T FORGET'. At this, she grabbed his arm and hauled him from where he stood, quivering in the corner of the sterile clean kitchen to the cupboard under the stairs, where she threw him in and locked it behind him.
It was always like this, the boy thought miserably. Hearing the scuttling of spiders on the shelves above his bed, to the delicate webs that laced the corners of his "bedroom", he cowered. How he wished for a family, a true family with a happy, adoring mother and a smiling, proud father.
Up above, watching him, Lily Potter felt her infamous temper stirring within at the appalling way her sister treated her son. Feeling an arm around her waist, she turned to see her husband beside her, with an expression of utmost sadness gracing his features. 'There's nothing we can do Lil's. Much as we want to.' Hearing the sniffles, as her son tried to hold back his terrified tears, she smiled softly, 'Beg to differ. I can do something.'
Lifting his head, his lashes wet with tears, the boy heard a song. It stirred something within him, like a distant memory, just out of reach, from long ago.
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Feeling his eyelids begin to droop, the boy lay down on his bed, clutching the blanket in his hand, with his arm wrapped around his stomach, in the instinctual action against unseen fears. As well as this, he almost, almost felt his head being stroked. He had never known such peace and safety. He instinctively trusted this person and felt his limbs relax as he drifted off to sleep.
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Images flew through his head. A messy haired man throwing him into the air and catching him. An antlered head beneath his hands.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
Emerald eyes that matched his cradling him and soothing away his fears. Wiping his tears away when he cried.
Lily bit her lip, as she fought her tears at the memories she was giving her son. Damn you Petunia. How can you not love him?
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
Amongst his dreams, there was a long-haired handsome man, astride a huge motor bike, reaching for him. A red-haired girl, sitting among lavender, smiling at him.
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you
The stroking feeling was leaving him. He wanted to shout, to grab hold of the person who cared for him, to beg them to never leave him, but he knew it was futile.
Strong arms pulled her away from her son. With dismay, she realised that it was James that was dragging her away from her son. No! She fought her husband. 'No. My baby. My baby needs me. Let me finish the song.'
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine
Sad though he was, that they had left. He felt safe, and for the first time in four years, Harry James Potter slept easy.