Here is just a bit of fluff I felt like writing. (Please excuse the shortness!) I want to let you know that I will be posting more over Christmas break. I plan to do ALOT of writing then! Thanks and please enjoy this one shot! :)

Love... Winnie OvO

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Like Father, Like Son

Lily reclined in her bed snuggling a sleeping Harry against her chest. She gazed at the precious child in her arms and let out a content sigh. Early morning light pooled into the small room, shining light on the best features of the young child. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, and dark lashes spread out like wings along his perfect, chubby cheeks. The baby yawned and stretched its small arms, and then snuggled back into a more comfortable position. Harry's hand rested on his chest, rising and falling with his little breaths.

"Lily?" James mumbled into his pillow. He sat up and reached for his glasses on the bed side table. His hand fumbled around knocking over the alarm clock and pushing his book onto the floor. "Dang it!"

Lily chuckled lightly. "I hope our son doesn't have as bad eyesight as you."

"Ha ha, very funny," He said, successfully grabbing his glasses and placing them on his nose to where they sat crooked.

Lily laughed harder, and reached out with one hand fixing them. She left her hand there and stoked his face. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, and dark lashes framed perfect hazel eyes. Stubble ran across a chiseled chin. Harry was the spitting image of his father, and anyone who saw them knew it.

"What's wrong?" James asked wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Lily leaned into his chest with another sigh. "Nothing, just noting how much you look like Harry."

"Yup, he's got that Potter charm. He'll have the lady's lining up," James smirked.

"Or he'll crush them with his big head," Lily giggled. "Like father like son."

"Hey," James said defensively. He nuzzled his head into Lily's neck and let her red hair engulf his face. Lily laughed harder.

"Stop! You're tickling me," she gasped.

"Not until you say sorry for calling me and my son arrogant," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry," she giggled.

James raised his head out of her curly hair and kissed her temple. "You're forgiven. Besides, he doesn't look just like me."

At that moment, Harry woke, opening his eyes. Emerald green, the exact same color as Lily's, stared back. They sat there together in the morning light. Two parents cooing gentle thoughts to the little baby. Outside a war was raging, and their son was more valuable to its ending than anyone else. But in that moment, in the small warm room, nothing mattered. Just the fact that they were together and safe was enough.