"Hullo, love. How's he doing?" James Potter asked his wife as she walked into the sitting room of Grimmauld Place holding the crying figure of her little son, Harry, in a red blanket in her arms. He was balanced on her hip, leaning against her chest just under her shoulders. His eyes were rimmed red and brimmed with tears, and his shoulders were hunched over and occasionally moving up and down when he sniffled. You could make out a soft tuft of unruly black hair peaking out from under the blanket.

"He's still burning up. I don't think the fever's going anywhere for a while. Ouch!" Lily Potter yelped as Harry grabbed a lock of her red hair and pulled it towards him, entwining his fingers around it. Hearing his mother's sudden voice, he stopped crying and hiccupped loudly, his toothless smile gazing up at his mother fondly.

"Hear, let me take him," James said as he held out his arms, laughing as Lily massaged the roots of her hair. Harry was still clutching five long strands of deep red hair in his tiny fist, hiccupping at five second intervals as James balanced Harry on his legs. James took a Golden Snitch out of his pocket, and started throwing it up in the air and catching it while Harry cooed from pleasure. His bright green eyes were as big as tennis balls as he watched the snitch flutter away, only to see his father's hand reach out and grab it back again. James could see the gold reflection from the snitch in his son's eyes.

Lily gazed at her husband and son lovingly. James was lying down on the sofa with his knees pulled up against him, and Harry was leaning up against them. She laughed out loud when she saw Harry reach out a pudgy hand towards the snitch, only to see him catch it and hold it tight in his fist. He looked over at her with a mischievous grin that reached from ear-to-ear, as if waiting for her approval that he was oh-so-clever. Merlin, Lily thought to herself, whenever he smiles that I could swear it was a miniature of James.

"Where's Sirius? Is Remus coming over tonight?" Lily smirked as she mentioned two of James' friends. Ever since they moved out of Hogwarts, James and Lily had been living in Sirius' family's old house, Grimmauld Place, which now belonged fully to Sirius.

"Padfoot's upstairs. Moony said he'll try to come over for a little while…" He smiled at her. "I love you."

"I love you too, darling." She said, gazing at him with a faraway look in her eyes. He noticed her distant gaze.

"What's wrong?" He asked somberly. It took her a moment to answer.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About what?" James asked curiously.

"You know what I'm thinking of," she said, her gaze lingering over at her son.

"Everything's going to be fine," He said calmly, but the look in his eyes told Lily what he was really thinking.