The woman sat in a darkened room, cradling her child. Really, she wanted to be in on the act, but it was a tricky spell, and you couldn't have a mewling baby in the room. And she didn't dare leave him alone, not yet.
James' footsteps were lighter returning, and as the door opened, she saw his smile.
"Done?"
"Done."
Laying down her son, Lily rushed to embrace her husband. She buried her face in his shoulder, rejoicing that it was out of their hands, that they were really hidden. Harry was safe. It was all going to be alright.