A/N: Attention all... I recently remembered a lullaby my mom used to sing to me when I was scared or upset. It always made me laugh, and I couldn't get it out of my head for the past couple days, so I wrote a short one-shot surrounding it.
October 30th, 1981
Lily Evans startled awake in the early hours of the morning, hearing a clap of thunder. She looked at the clock on her bedside table: 4:00 am. Great! Unable to go to bed, she started to go downstairs to put the kettle on. As she started to descend the stairs, her son started to cry. Her son had woken up from the same clap of thunder that she herself had.
Going back up the few stairs she had descended, she went into her son's room that was decorated in red and gold. They—that is to say, James—had wanted their child in to be in the same Hogwarts house both of them had been in. Every time Lily attempted to change the colors to some normal color, such as blue, James spelled them back to the original colors.
She had kept up the game of changing the colors half-heartedly, loving the look of irritated amusement on her husband's face as he spelled them back to their original colors. Lily was brought back to the present by another sharp clap of thunder and another cry from her frightened son. She picked him up from his crib, and as she did so, she sang her spin on an old lullaby that always made her son laugh:
"Hush, little baby, don't you cry,
Mummy's going to bake you a pumpkin pie;
If that pumpkin pie isn't good,
Mummy's going to buy you a shoe of wood;
If that shoe of wood has a hole,
Mummy's going to buy you a garden hose;
If that garden hose has a leak,
Mummy's going to buy you a bird with a beak;
If that bird with a beak won't sing,
Mummy's going to buy you a diamond ring;
If that diamond ring won't shine,
Mummy's going to buy you a porcupine,
A porcupine, a porky, porky, porky-pine!"
As she finished the song, she heard her son laugh and knew that all was right. She heard footsteps behind her, and then arms around her waist. "It sounds like you're going to spoil that child to no end," James said as he kissed her neck.
"No need for me to spoil him, he's got you and the rest of the Marauders for that. Come on, let's go downstairs and make breakfast; I'm getting hungry." Lily balanced her son on one hip and went downstairs to make breakfast, never knowing that their fate was to be determined the very next night—the night they were to be attacked, and all would change.
A/N: Well, I have to get off the computer in a few minutes, but, well, please review with some feedback: whether it be good, bad, or whatever. I like to know what people think of my writing! :) Thank you!