Dancing
The house at the end of the street was dark, as it should be at three in the morning. Everything was silent. The kitchen sink was piled high with drying dishes. The ashes in the fireplace were still warm and there were open books scattered on the desk in the living room. In the bedroom, a married couple was fast asleep. The man had his arm around the woman's waist and her head was nestled in the crook of his shoulder.
"WAAAAA!" A cry rang out through the house, slicing through the silence.
The couple jumped and then groaned in unison.
"It's all right, love. I'll get him." The man whispered and the woman turned back around and snuggled down into the covers. He looked at her for a moment before grabbing his glasses and hurrying into their son's room.
"Hey, Harry. What's wrong, eh?" The man asked. His hazel eyes twinkled in the moonlight from the window and his dark hair was a mess.
Harry, the small baby with the same dark hair as his father, lifted his emerald eyes up to his father. His brilliant eyes, inherited from his mother, were brimming with tears and poor Harry was still whimpering.
"It's all right." James Potter told his son as he walked down the stairs to the living room. "Now what do you want to hear tonight? Sinatra? Bing Crosby? Dean Martin? I think mummy needs to get some new records, don't you? Well, you can't go wrong with Frank, I reckon." He said in a soothing voice as he put a Frank Sinatra record on the record player and started it up.
"Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you… and the way you look tonight." Frank Sinatra's bass voice issued from the record player as James started rocking his son to the beat.
"Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm, and your cheek so soft, there is nothing for me, but to love you…and the way you look tonight." James started swaying around the room, rocking Harry back to sleep.
"With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart…And that laugh that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart." As Harry's eyes drooped, James started humming softly and closed his eyes as he kept swaying.
A redhead with green eyes watched her boys as her husband danced slowly around the room with their son. Lily Potter was unable to go back to sleep and had come to see if James needed any help with their little handful, but he seemed to have everything under control. Lily quietly entered the room and sat down on a chair in the corner.
"Lovely, never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange? 'Cause I love you…just the way you look tonight." The song ended and James opened his eyes as his wife came up to him.
"Come on, James. Let's all go back to bed." She whispered as she stroked Harry's hair, smiling softly.
James smiled down at his wife and son. James grabbed Lily's hand and led her back to Harry's room. He carefully put Harry back into his crib and kissed his forehead as Lily pulled his blanket over him. Lily and James headed back to their room and crawled back into bed.
As James held his sleeping wife, he sighed contentedly.
AN: I do not own Harry, James or Lily Potter; they belong to J. K. Rowling. I hope you all enjoy this story. Please review.