Even now I remember the 31st of July when lily gave birth to harry James potter my son.

He was a quite an active baby, he was always making noises and trying to break free of our grasp. He tended to wake us up at 3 am not because he was hungry but because he wanted to play. Harry started to crawl at eight months; He had a fascination with my broom so much so that we bought him a toy broom for a present.

During the next 4 months I didn't get to see him much, my job as an auror and also my connection with the order of the phoenix kept me buisy. With voldermort coming to power it was getting to dangerous, we had to go into hiding. We ended up in Godrics hollow a town in the English country side, the house was nice and had a large garden.

Harry was 10 months when he started to walk. The first word he ever said was Dada, I was so excited, I think lily was a bit jealous but that's to be expected.

For harry's first birthday we invited all the order members and a few friends. We had to keep it pretty low key because we couldn't let the dark lord know of our whereabouts. The party was over at 2 o'clock, the only people who were left where Sirius and Remus. We were going to have a private dinner with just lily, harry myself and them.

Sirius kept going on about the fact he didn't trust peter any more, I understood where he was coming from. Peter hadn't been himself. He never talked to us anymore, when we invite him over he never comes. We all knew something wasn't right. Sirius and Remus left at 8 pm, when he got to our front gate he looked back at me, we waved to each other. I not knowing that I'd never see him again.

Its 7:20pm on the 31st of august the 3 of us were sitting down in front of the fire. Harry was being unusually quiet. All of a sudden I heard a bang from the front gate. I went to see what it was. Outside our house there was a cloaked figure walking towards the door. I ran to tell lily, I told her to take harry and run. I gave her a kiss, I told her and harry I loved them I loved them, and then I turned to what would be my last fight. I tried to hold the dark lord off for as long as I could, his powers were too strong for me; I saw the green light of the killing curse. As the life left me i prayed that this would not be the fate of my family.

Even though I could never see my son alive I still watched over him. Voldermort had killed lily as well that night. Harry still lived on to tell the tale.

For the next eleven years my son has been through living hell, he was sent to petunia and Vernon Dursley and their son Dudley. As I watch him being treated like a slave it breaks my heart. The life lily and I could have given him would have been something to live for.

All through harry's Hogwarts years he's been followed and pestered by dark magic. Though I'm happy to see that he's met some of the most trusting friends you could have, I think their names are Ron and Hermione. But through his life I have watched as he has cried over the parents he never knew. Harry's life sure has been over powered by bad times. Those times continued right up till his 7th year at Hogwarts were he came back to fight Voldermort one last time.

As I watched my son fight one of the most powerful wizards ever known to the wizarding world I was so proud. Proud that he had made it this far. As he brought down the enemy it seemed that there was once again light in the world.

For there were no longer bad times in my sons life. And to now that one day I will see my son again but not at the hands of voldermort was a blessing.

Even now i remember the 31st of July when lily gave birth to James potter, my son.