Miracles can happen. I know that for a fact as I look at my son right now. His skin is so smooth and soft and light that it makes him look angelic, and he has the same messy black hair and facial features as I do, but his eyes belong to Lily since they're an emerald green. But of course, I can't see them right now because he's sleeping.

And me, James Potter, I'm unable to sleep and to prevent myself from thinking about everything in my life, like the stressful situation at work, Lily, Remus' increasing problems with his job, Sirius and his family, I'm instead sitting on a rocking chair in the nursery at three in the morning, holding my son.

My son.

I will never get tired of those two words. Imagine that: James Potter is a father. My first child is sleeping soundly in my arms, and I can't help but get the feeling that he is so fragile, and that I need to protect him. I want to tell him everything, to express my joy and the overwhelming emotion that I feel toward him . . . but how can something like that be put into words?

"Harry Potter, my boy . . . . This is your dad here, and I just want to let you know that you are what makes my life worth living for. I-I'm not very good at this . . . but you know, next week we'll be celebrating your first birthday, and I really have to say that this past year has been amazing with you in my life. Sure, there's the crying and the diapers . . . the vomit on my best shirt . . . but really, all joking aside, I didn't mind it . . . that much.

"I remember when we first brought you home from the hospital. Sirius had begged us to let him hold you, and you have to remember his horrible wailing that day. No? Well, it was terrible, and when your mother finally gave in out of exasperation, I could tell she immediately regretted it when he started bouncing you up and down on his leg. Ha, I was nervous too! You were so fragile and only a few days old. But I knew you liked it and when I saw the first smile I ever saw on your face, I bit my lip and didn't say anything.

"I knew deep down inside that Sirius would never hurt you. You know, Uncle Sirius, Harry, your godfather? He was one of my best friends at school, as was Remus and Peter . . . You'll grow up to know all of them, I promise. They're like family to me. So don't worry Harry, you'll have plenty of love from all of us.

"I swear that I will try my best, to raise you to the best of my ability. I'll teach you how to play quidditch as soon as your mother lets you on a broom. Remus'll teach you how to be dedicated, and I'll let Sirius give you lessons in the art of charm, although I have to warn you to take everything he says with a grain of salt. Lily will teach you how to love; she is the most perfect wife and mother any person can ever hope for (and don't tell her otherwise else she hex you into oblivion. Trust me on that one son, I learned from firsthand experience).

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that . . . with what we can offer you, I can only hope that you develop into the person you want to be. I love you Harry. I love you more than my life, the sun, the stars, and quidditch, and although I know I'm not the perfect person, I will do whatever I can to protect you. I promise that I will always be here for you.

"You have helped me to become the person I want to be by making me realize that there is so much to be living for. Thank you Harry."