the_debt_of_time

Sirius shook his head, not wanting to even think about such a scenario. "The two
of you wrote your bloody wills, didn't you?"
"Of course we did," James scoffed, shoving Sirius as he released him. "It'd be stupid
if we didn't. If something happens to us, Harry gets everything, obviously; and you get
Harry."
"And if I die?"
"Remus."
Sirius sighed. "Not Peter?"
"Not since he accidentally dropped Harry when he was six months old," James said
and then laughed. "Thank Merlin that Lily was there with a Cushioning Charm. Anyway, if
something happens to Remus, then Harry goes to Alice and Frank. Worst case scenario is
Harry and Neville can grow up like brothers. Dumbledore knows our wishes; he'll take care
of everything. The important thing is that Harry stays with family."
"And as long as it's not Lily's family."
Both wizards laughed loudly.
"Don't even suggest that," Lily said with wide eyes as she walked back into the room,
Harry positioned on her hip. "I'd rather he be raised by dragons. Isn't that right?" She
smiled at the boy in her arms, who laughed loudly, wrapping his fingers in her long, red
hair. "Would you like to be raised by dragons?"
She reached into a small box in the corner of the room, handing the toddler a stuffed
Hungarian Horntail which he eagerly gripped, releasing her hair for the plushie.
"Now, if the two of you are done being incredibly depressing," she said, eyeing the
men, "dinner's ready."
"You cooked?" Sirius chuckled. "Where's Tilly? I haven't had treacle tart in a year."
"We sent her to the manor to clean," James replied. "She was going stir crazy over
here."
Sirius nodded as he stood, reaching for the toddler and grinning when Harry
practically jumped into his arms. "C'mon Harry. Let me show you how to transfigure
broccoli into cake!"
"Is everything okay?" Lily whispered, wrapping her arms around her husband's
waist.