Memories
The sound of the baby's laughter echoed from the blank walls of the small cottage on the outskirts of the town of Godrics Hollow. The baby was had chubby cheeks, messy jet black hair, a mischievous smile, and the most beautiful sparkling emerald eyes. This baby was known as Harry James Potter.
The baby, Harry, was laughing as his father James Charles Potter, turned from human to a stag repeatedly while his mother, Lily Marie Potter nee Evans smiled exasperatedly. She had been trying to get them to come to bed since 10. Now it was almost midnight and Harry didn't look as though he'd be sleeping anytime soon.
Still giggling, Harry shakily got to his feet and wobbled over to the stag that had the most hilarious astonished expression on his face. When he made it to his father he softly petted the hair on the stag and leaned into it with a happy sigh. The scene was too precious so Lily quickly snapped a picture of it then walked over to them and sat down on the floor and pulled little Harry onto her lap. Harry leaned back into his mothers' warm embrace and his father turned back to human and wrapped his arms around them both.
They all sat quietly just staring into the crackling fire, soaking in the warmth and love being radiated from all three. This was what made everything worth it, this is what James and Lily had been fighting in the war for. These were the moments they would cherish when this was all over, when they had to pick of the pieces of their life when the war was over. Of course, James and Lily had no illusions that they would make this out unscathed but hoped that their little sweet, innocent baby would.
After a while they all headed up to bed, extinguishing the fire on the way. As Lily lay little Harry in his crib, she sang a sweet melody:
Hush now baby don't you cry No though I must leave, my child And all love through darkness
Rest your wings my butterfly
Peace will come to you in time
And I will sing this lullaby
But I would stay here by your side
And if you wake before I'm gone
Remember this sweet lullaby
Don't you ever stop believing
With love forlorn
With love you'll find your way
The world has turned the day to dark Yes I will send this lullaby
I leave this night with heavy heart
When I return to dry your eyes
I will send this lullaby
Oooooohhh
As she sang, Harry's emerald eyes stared unblinkingly up at his mother, fiery red hair and green eyes just like his. His eyes seemed to hold sadness as though he knew their time together would end soon. And as his eyes drooped he clutched his mother's hand as he sank into a deep sleep, his mother's singing voice still echoing in his head.
The now 15-year old boy with the same messy black hair and emerald eyes awoke with tears on his lashes as he remembered how his now dead mother used to sing to him. He wondered how he had remembered that but didn't think it was important, what was important was the memory of his family together, sitting in front of the fire. Love filled Harry as he thought of his parents, then his friends, the loyal friends who had always stood by him. While Harry was still incredibly sad about Sirius's death his dream last night reminded him that there were still people he loved alive, people worth fighting for. Harry yearned to have a family moment with his own wife and kid(s) someday but he knew he had to end this war first. And as the sun's rays peeked through his threadbare curtains Harry sat up with a fierce determination shining in his still glistening eyes. He was determined to end this war, if only for the future he hoped to have, for the people he loved, and for the people he had lost. It was time to end this.