Night is always followed by day is always followed by night

Disclaimer- the charcter (unfortunately) are from the mind of J.k Rowling and not me

Part One- A little present

She smiled as he walked levitating after him the most sumptuous breakfast she had ever seen, not to mention the largest. Seven months in and it can still feel like a dream she thought. Not the same blissfully perfect kind of dream that the actual day had been like of course. But then, she wondered, could any woman really say that their wedding day isn't the happiest day of their lives? She knew she couldn't.

There had never been a day when she had smiled more than the day she became Mrs Potter. It hadn't been the fairytale wedding that she had once dreamt of. People in the wizarding world couldn't afford to be lavish in times like these; it attracted too much attention from unwanted guests. Even those in love had to be cautious when there was a war going on. Yet despite the modesty of the wedding it was still idyllic to her, and a light shone in her eyes as she recalled all the people she and her husband loved the most gathered together…

He smiled down at his precious wife and realised that although she seemed happy; this was nothing to do with his romantic gesture, as she didn't really appear to be paying attention to it. So naturally he coughed until she showed some signs of paying attention to him.

" Cough sweet James?"

He grinned and replied "no my dear Lily."

"Are you sure? Do you not have one? And there was I thinking that every possible thing anyone could ever want to consume is in this room right now," she cheekily commented.

James acted mock offended that she was making fun of his feast rather than appreciating it, as she should, yet inwardly his heart beamed. After all he didn't fall for Lily because she was meek and mild mannered. Oh no, he thought, clinging to my every word, and watching my every movement with awe would never have made her stand out from the crowd.

"Well, don't blame me; it's your own fault you're being overdosed on breakfast every month."

She couldn't help but laugh and agree with the truth in his statement. Exactly one month after they had been married Lily awoke to find James bringing her breakfast in bed announcing a happy one month anniversary.

"So should I expect this everytime I've added a month to the amount of time I've been married to you," she had asked after they had happily munched their way through the morning meal.

"How could you expect anything less?" He had smoothly replied.

With a flash of inspiration she shot him a cunning grin and stated that "You realise though, that next month I'll have stayed married to you for two months so I deserve a treat twice as good and a treat three times as good after three months and well, I'm sure you get the idea."

James laughed delightedly, she was always coming out with things like this, and always testing him; seeing exactly what his love for her would make him to to please her. And he always made sure that he met her challenge, just as she always met his. So he began to think how he could improve his romantic gesture as he had smoothly leant and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry my flower, your treat will increase accordingly."

He was true to his word. However Lily had not expected that the treat being doubly good meant that the breakfast was double the size. The breakfast had grown larger with each month and at seven months it truly was a breakfast that could feed an army. The breakfast on the first month had been no meagre helping.

"James, what are we going to do in a few years time?"

He looked at her face, every inch looked concerned, truly worried. Yet there was a sparkle in her eye that made James feel able to ask what she meant.

"Well…"she said, a grin creeping onto her face, "we won't be able to fit the breakfast into the house!" She exclaimed before giggling at her own joke purely because she knew it was so bad.

"Mmmm very funny; you may well laugh at me…but as yet you have failed to give me a present on any of our anniversaries."

She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"I mean a real present, something that actually involves spending money…not something you know would happen anyway!"

Confident and cocky as ever she thought, though in this case I guess he has reason to be, I am his wife after all. She placed her hand on her belly and thought of the best present she could give him, James was in for a little shock in a moment.

"Well, perhaps I do have a little present for you," she told him; and his eyes began to low with excitement.

"However," she continued "I'm afraid you can't have it just yet."

"Why not? Why won't you give it me now?" James said in a manner that showed he truly was the only child of doting parents.

"It's not something I can control."

He frowned, wondering how the giving of a present she had bought him could not be under her control. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, confusion was not a feeling James Potter was comfortable with.

"I'm sure you'll love it when you finally get it," Lily reassured him.

" When I finally get it!" He exclaimed, "exactly how long am I going to have to wait?"

"Oh about nine months."

She smirked at her discreet way of telling him, but from the look on his face, he didn't seem to understand. Honestly, men, she thought, and laughed, she could practically see the cogs turning as James tried to figure out what the present was.

"Nine months? Wha…oh." His eyes widened with shock, excitement and just a touch of what looked like fear.

"You're…?"

She nodded.

He just sat there, open mouthed and wide-eyed. Not quite the reaction Lily had expected and hoped for. So children hadn't really been properly discussed as something quite so soon in the future; she didn't see why it mattered. Undoubtedly they would be ready enough for the baby by the time he or she was ready for the world. James should be feeling the same, she thought, why isn't he dancing around ecstatic even if he is a little scared?

"James…?"

He looked at her face before looking down to where his child was growing and then…

"I'm going to be a dad!" He yelled, jumping up.

Lily breathed a sigh of relief and wondered how she could ever have doubted that he would be thrilled. After all, it was James that had been talking of the great brood of children they were going to have. Personally Lily was most definitely still unconvinced that they needed quite so many children. James had always loved being an only child and she knew from personal experience that siblings were not always the best of friends. Still, she thought, these will be ours, even if we have twelve they'll all be spoilt rotten. Though equally spoilt of course so they'd love each other.

James eventually stopped jumping up and down in celebration. He put a smug look on his face.

"See, it's a good job I bought you the breakfast to end all breakfasts; you're eating for two now," he told Lily.

With that he leapt at her and gave her the bearest of bear hugs ever. It would have been impossible to believe that there had ever been a more happy and excited couple.

A man approached the front door of their house and gave three big knocks. The sound parted the couple's happy hug and James ran to door.

When he opened the door standing there was a man that could only be described as the classic tall, dark and handsome. Yet not mysterious, oh no, Sirius Black could never be described as mysterious when standing in front of his best friend. At that moment he had the look of a man who goes about things as if every day was the last of his life; eager, every pore of his being oozed eagerness. What was it he was eager to do as he stood there? Well he wanted to settle his curiosity by discovering the content of the letter attached to a rather large, breathtakingly beautiful Barn Owl residing on his shoulder.

Sirius' curiosity was of course only further heightened by the look of dread on James' face when he saw that Owl.