She looked down at the baby in her arms, and smiled. She could just sit and look at him for hours. She and her husband loved to play the "he's got my" "he's got your" game. The grandparents, of course, had started it, beginning just an hour after his birth. "Potter hair. That's definite Potter hair," her father-in-law had said. His grandfather had been right, the poor child. She laughed softly. He was going to have trouble with that hair. The baby in her arms opened its eyes reproachfully at her movement. Her eyes. No mistaking that. She looked into her own eyes when she looked at her son. There was fire there already, just a few weeks into his life. Well, there was no doubt he'd be mischievous, either. Both she and her husband had been Holy Terrors (with capital letters, no less) when they were in school. She laughed again. Her baby crinkled his forehead. She could almost hear him thinking, "What is this soft lady doing, bouncing me around? Can't she see I'm trying to sleep?" She stopped laughing, and started to rock him, softly singing,

"Goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye, sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues
Are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James"


A/N - I just thought this was different. Oh, and I love this song. Please review, but be gentle, as this is my first fanfiction (and fiction has never been my strong suit).

Disclaimer: James Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. The song "Sweet Baby James" belongs to James Taylor.