Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

The joy a parent has when they see their child for the first time is like no other.

Lily Evans Potter on the 31st of July 1980, felt like her life had just begun as she held her son. Her heart warmed as she watched him grow. As his hair grew messier everyday and as his laughter and cries brightened the house. She watched with her sparkling green eyes as he held his first snitch, as he said 'mumma' for the first time and she cried when he caught his first cold. She hugged him tight as she watched the summer fall into winter and then to spring, hoping futilely that she could slow down.

It would not last she knew, the warm hugs or the kisses she smothered on him but even when she knew all was lost, even when the green light overcame her. Her last thoughts were with him... her son.