Post by ginnyrules27 on Mar 17, 2013 20:49:33 GMT -5
Chapter One
A/N: This is a West Wing and Harry Potter crossover. If you haven't watched the West Wing, I would advise you do so. Caution--the show is rather addicting. Oh yeah, in this story, I've done away with the 22nd amendment.
Sam Seaborne awoke with a groan one mild November day. He was recovering from the party he and several of his Law School compatriots had attended the following night. They had just finished taking their bar exam and wanted to unwind. Now all Sam had to do was wait for his results before pursuing a career in law.
Maybe it had been a mistake to take the toughest bar exam in the country but the 27 year-old had no intention of ever looking at the exam again, let alone taking it.
He didn't know what finally prompted his emergence from his bed but he knew the light streaming from the window had something to do with it. Groaning, Sam pushed himself up with his arms and tripped over the sheets that were holding him hostage.
"Who made mornings so early," Sam groaned once more as he brushed his disheveled brown hair out of his eyes, "and can I sue 'em?"
He wanted desperately to go back to bed in order to sleep off his hangover but he knew he would be in vain. In a few minutes Josh would call to wake him up, as he had done throughout their long Law School career. Josh Lyman had been Sam's best friend throughout college and while they hadn't attended the same law school, Josh still tried to annoy him constantly.
"Thank God for scholarships," Sam muttered as the thought of how to pay his student loans entered his groggy mind. He shuffled into the kitchen and knocked the ever-growing pile of mail off the table. Before he sat down, however, the phone rang.
"What?" Sam snapped into the receiver.
"Good morning to you too," the familiar tone of Josh's voice filtered through the phone. "Saw your bar results?"
"They mailed them?" Sam came to a start, the idea of going back to sleep driven from his mind as the thought of seeing his results entered it.
"Go check. Call me back if you find out," Josh told him and Sam could almost hear the smirk that was almost always on Josh's face. Sam hung up the phone and pushed his chair away from the table. Walking down the hall, he opened the front door to see...
"Who put a baby on my doorstep?" Sam blurted out upon seeing a baby bundled up on his front stoop. From what Sam could see, the baby had jet-black hair and an untreated cut on the forehead.
"Seriously, who thought I'd be a good person to raise a baby?" Sam grumbled but brought the infant into the apartment. It was cold in New York City in November after all. Once inside, Sam returned to the kitchen and set the baby in the fruit bowl--well the bowl. There hadn't been any fruit in there for a while.
Sam, upon closer inspection, saw a letter clutched in the baby's fist and gently pried it out. Upon opening the letter, Sam was thankful there was a chair behind him.
"Dear Sam Seaborne,
You may not know who I am but I know you. Or rather, of you. See my best friend's wife would talk about this boy Sam Seaborne who she would play with when her family would visit the states. It pains me to tell you that Lily Potter died last night, along with her husband James."
The rest of the letter was slightly blurred--Sam would have to call Josh in order to see just what it said--and it was obvious that the author of the letter had been crying while he or she wrote it. None of that registered with Sam though.
"Lily's dead?" he gasped, sinking further into his chair. The petite redhead he used to play with? The only girl he would really call his friend? Dead? He honestly couldn't believe it. Looking over at the still sleeping infant, Sam knew that the child was Lily's. How could it not be? He would now be responsible for his best friend's child. Otherwise, the child would be sent to Lily's sister.
"Unless she's changed, that sister would still be a miserable old shrew," Sam muttered. He honestly wouldn't force that woman on any kid, let alone Lily's.
Getting up, Sam gently put down the sodden letter and picked up the last trace of Lily that was left on the planet.
"Hey there," he whispered but that sound seemed to be enough to awaken the sleeping infant. Sam jolted with a shock at noting the green orbs that had once belonged to a young girl who always smiled and gave as good as she got whenever Sam was feeling vindictive. Without realizing it, tears began to stream down his face at the realization that there was no chance of see Lily ever again. He would never see her smile or hear her laugh. But he could raise her child.
Looking back at the sodden letter, he gently put the child down and went back to the phone. Calling up Josh, he didn't even give the other man time to speak.
"I need your help. How quickly can you get to New York?"
"Give me a day," the other man replied. Without knowing it, Josh said the words Sam really needed to hear right then. "I'm here for you Sam."
A/N: This is a West Wing and Harry Potter crossover. If you haven't watched the West Wing, I would advise you do so. Caution--the show is rather addicting. Oh yeah, in this story, I've done away with the 22nd amendment.
Sam Seaborne awoke with a groan one mild November day. He was recovering from the party he and several of his Law School compatriots had attended the following night. They had just finished taking their bar exam and wanted to unwind. Now all Sam had to do was wait for his results before pursuing a career in law.
Maybe it had been a mistake to take the toughest bar exam in the country but the 27 year-old had no intention of ever looking at the exam again, let alone taking it.
He didn't know what finally prompted his emergence from his bed but he knew the light streaming from the window had something to do with it. Groaning, Sam pushed himself up with his arms and tripped over the sheets that were holding him hostage.
"Who made mornings so early," Sam groaned once more as he brushed his disheveled brown hair out of his eyes, "and can I sue 'em?"
He wanted desperately to go back to bed in order to sleep off his hangover but he knew he would be in vain. In a few minutes Josh would call to wake him up, as he had done throughout their long Law School career. Josh Lyman had been Sam's best friend throughout college and while they hadn't attended the same law school, Josh still tried to annoy him constantly.
"Thank God for scholarships," Sam muttered as the thought of how to pay his student loans entered his groggy mind. He shuffled into the kitchen and knocked the ever-growing pile of mail off the table. Before he sat down, however, the phone rang.
"What?" Sam snapped into the receiver.
"Good morning to you too," the familiar tone of Josh's voice filtered through the phone. "Saw your bar results?"
"They mailed them?" Sam came to a start, the idea of going back to sleep driven from his mind as the thought of seeing his results entered it.
"Go check. Call me back if you find out," Josh told him and Sam could almost hear the smirk that was almost always on Josh's face. Sam hung up the phone and pushed his chair away from the table. Walking down the hall, he opened the front door to see...
"Who put a baby on my doorstep?" Sam blurted out upon seeing a baby bundled up on his front stoop. From what Sam could see, the baby had jet-black hair and an untreated cut on the forehead.
"Seriously, who thought I'd be a good person to raise a baby?" Sam grumbled but brought the infant into the apartment. It was cold in New York City in November after all. Once inside, Sam returned to the kitchen and set the baby in the fruit bowl--well the bowl. There hadn't been any fruit in there for a while.
Sam, upon closer inspection, saw a letter clutched in the baby's fist and gently pried it out. Upon opening the letter, Sam was thankful there was a chair behind him.
"Dear Sam Seaborne,
You may not know who I am but I know you. Or rather, of you. See my best friend's wife would talk about this boy Sam Seaborne who she would play with when her family would visit the states. It pains me to tell you that Lily Potter died last night, along with her husband James."
The rest of the letter was slightly blurred--Sam would have to call Josh in order to see just what it said--and it was obvious that the author of the letter had been crying while he or she wrote it. None of that registered with Sam though.
"Lily's dead?" he gasped, sinking further into his chair. The petite redhead he used to play with? The only girl he would really call his friend? Dead? He honestly couldn't believe it. Looking over at the still sleeping infant, Sam knew that the child was Lily's. How could it not be? He would now be responsible for his best friend's child. Otherwise, the child would be sent to Lily's sister.
"Unless she's changed, that sister would still be a miserable old shrew," Sam muttered. He honestly wouldn't force that woman on any kid, let alone Lily's.
Getting up, Sam gently put down the sodden letter and picked up the last trace of Lily that was left on the planet.
"Hey there," he whispered but that sound seemed to be enough to awaken the sleeping infant. Sam jolted with a shock at noting the green orbs that had once belonged to a young girl who always smiled and gave as good as she got whenever Sam was feeling vindictive. Without realizing it, tears began to stream down his face at the realization that there was no chance of see Lily ever again. He would never see her smile or hear her laugh. But he could raise her child.
Looking back at the sodden letter, he gently put the child down and went back to the phone. Calling up Josh, he didn't even give the other man time to speak.
"I need your help. How quickly can you get to New York?"
"Give me a day," the other man replied. Without knowing it, Josh said the words Sam really needed to hear right then. "I'm here for you Sam."