James found his wife in the baby's bedroom, leaning over the crib with her head tilted to the side. He walked in, as always not making a sound, and touched her shoulder. She didn't jump, or even move to indicate she noticed him. But, of course, she did. They had learned to sense each other, and it had been so long, so long that they wandered together, that it hardly took effort or thought at all.

"Look at him," she sighed. "Isn't he beautiful?"

"Yeah."

James smiled. He was beautiful, truly. Small round face and a head of black hair that paid homage to his Potter blood. James had found Lily here often. It seemed to be her new favorite place. She liked to sneak in a night and watch the boy sleep. Sometimes she would hum, or reach for a strand of hair, but mostly she just watched.

"Oh, I wish he would open his eyes."

James laughed. "He needs his sleep, love."

"Yes, I know. I just want to see them." She glanced his way. "He has his mother's eyes, you know."

He smirked. "I think you've told me."

His wife turned back to the baby and grinned. "James Sirius." She shook her head. "Disastrous name don't you think?"

"What!" James cried. He crouched down, pretending to twirl a sword through his hands. "That's the name of a legend. He'll double me in detentions."

"Oh, so a name to be proud of then?"

"I would be ashamed if he were anything less."

"What if he's really smart, like his grandmother?"

"I'm smart!"

Lily laughed.

Behind him the baby squirmed in his sleep. His face scrunched in distress and a soft wail escaped him.

"You've woken him up!" cried James. But Lily had all but forgotten him.

"Oh, open your eyes, sweetheart! Just for a minute." She pressed her hands together in excitement.

James hurried back to the crib's side and reached in, pressing a hand to the baby's back. He couldn't touch him, not in the physical way he would have liked, but the boy did feel his energy and presence. The cries stopped immediately.

"Terrible grandmum, you've got, son. Waking people in the middle of the night-honestly."

A shift in the air tore Lily and James' eyes from the baby. A new presence was making its way down the hall. Their son entered the room, bleary eyed, and fighting the sleep from his body. He padded over to the crib, scratching his face and leaned over to check on his son.

"Harry, wake him up!" Lily whispered. "Let me see his eyes."

James just shook his head. But as if his mother's words had drifted into his consciousness, Harry reached into the crib and lifted his newborn into his arms. James Sirius gave a little squeak, stretched out his arms, and opened his eyes for just a second-just long enough for James to catch the liquid brown color that was coming in. Lily sighed and rested her head against her son's shoulder as the two made shushing sounds.

James smiled. "Yup, just like his mother's."

"I told you," said Lily.