The first thing that struck her was the eyes.
Less than an hour old, Harry Potter blinked up at Lily with those big green eyes, and at once, she knew they were hers. It was too soon to tell whether he would look like James, way too soon, but she had a feeling that the thick mass of unruly black hair was not from her side. But she was glad about the eyes. She had always been proud of her eyes. Her big, striking bright green eyes. Her gorgeous green eyes. She had always known she had pretty eyes. Eyes that stood out. Eyes that boys and men couldn't help falling into. So as she looked down at her son, – her son! – the glorious new being created by her and James, she was glad to know that he would be carrying on her eyes. So entrancing. So easy to fall into. And maybe, just maybe, one day baby Harry would have a baby… and that baby would carry on her eyes as well…
But—
What if—
No! Lily wouldn't even let herself put the thought into words. The y would keep baby Harry Potter safe, this precious little bundle, this wonderful, wonderful child.
Harry rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists and yawned. He seemed so calm and content in his mother's arms, so sweet and innocent, oblivious to the war going on around them, oblivious to the great danger he was in…
Could they possibly keep him safe? Could they really keep him from the greatest Dark Wizard of all time? He would be chased all his life!
No. She wouldn't allow it. She simply wouldn't.
Even if she had to give her life, Harry Potter would live.