Baby Harry

They had an argument one day.

It was a bright day, the sun was shining brilliantly into their little cottage; light seeping into all corners of the home, reflecting of metal and warming their chairs. Harry giggled as he played with his toys, the sun radiating his back through the thick glass window.

In the other room, however, the mood was rather different. At one side stood she, her back to him as she stared out of the window, warm tears staining her pink and blotchy cheeks.

He was sat on the chair furthest from her, his knuckles digging into his head as he sat bent over.

"We've been inside too long," he finally croaked, as though the sun had dried his throat shut.

Her eyes flashed furiously as she blinked back hot tears of frustration. "You think I don't know that?" Her voice was sharp as ice.

"Lily," he said softly, approaching her now, "I'm sorry for suggesting it…I didn't mean it, honestly."

But Lily was having none of it. She spun round furiously to face him, her fiery warm hair whipping at his face as she did so.

Little did she know how his heart broke as he caught sight of her tears.

"No you're right," she spat sarcastically, "going out is a great idea! You might aswell just present Harry to Voldemort whilst you're at it!"

"I would never, ever… Don't even say that Lily." His voice grew hard then, but he still reached his thumb forward to wipe a tear away.

She looked at him for a moment, taking in his worried lines and the colour the sun made his eyes; a deep entrancing gold.

"I'm sorry," she blurted as tears dropped anew, "I'm so so sorry," she breathed heavily before burying herself in his chest, sobbing profusely.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, the pain on his face so strange on a young man.

They stood there for minutes, her sobbing and him holding. When she finally pulled away from his embrace, her eyes swollen and face red, she was silenced by his face. To both her surprise and horror, he had tears rolling down his cheeks too.

And when he gave her that crooked smile, her heart broke too.

Harry had abandoned his toys and was sitting in silence. He had heard his mothers cries emitting from the other room, and although he was too little to understand, it made him quite upset.

He stated outside at the long grass, as rays of the sun ran along its blades, painting it the most lustrous green.

With a gurgle, he pressed his chubby fist to the warm glass, reaching out with a yearn to feel the outside