Lily potter sat on the couch in her home in Godric's Hollow. She had been worrying for a long time about what their futures held, and she wanted to talk about it with her husband. James Potter, the love of her life, sat at her feet, playing a game of exploding snaps with himself.
Every time she tried to bring the subject up, James would laugh it off. His attitude was carefree, and she knew that, but she really needed him to be serious.
"James," said Lily. "We really need to talk about what's going on."
"Lily, there's nothing to worry about," replied James.
"Seriously James. Voldemort has been growing stronger. He's been torturing our friends. Members of the order! I'm so afraid we're going to be next."
"Lily, love. Let's not worry about that now. Let's talk about something happier." James said.
"Like what?" Lily asked, intrigued.
"I want to have a baby with you love." James sighed.
Lily, too stunned to replied, just sat there. Leave it to James to change the subject. Even if it was really something she wanted to discuss. She had wanted this since she knew it would be him standing across from her at the alter. She just never had the courage to bring it up.
"Love?" asked James, worried.
"I…I…I'm just surprised. But I want to have a baby, so much." Said lily, still shocked.
"YES!" shouted James.
[One week later]
"JAMES!" shouted Lily.
James, frantic, ran downstairs. "What's happened?"
Lily laughed, "nothing, love, nothing. I have news."
James paused, wondering what exactly she could tell him he didn't already know.
"I'M PREGNANT!" she shouted.
James, happier than he had ever been, excluding the time lily agreed to marry him, hugged her and whirled her around.
"So? What now?" asked lily, pleased at James's reaction.
"Lets talk names." Stated James. He sat them down on the sofa and looked into lily's eyes. He could tell she was really happy, he was too.
"I want something sophisticated, but suiting. Nothing that will get it teased at school." Noted lily.
"Right," agreed James. "so like Farnsworth, or Poppington."
Lily slapped him across the arm. "This is serious James; this is going to be another human beings name. How would you like it if your parents named you that?"
"I'd feel like a right prat, that's how I would feel," laughed James. "So what are your ideas?"
"I think for a girl I'd like Emily or Fiona. But for a boy I'd like Harold or Samuel."
"I agree with the girls names love, but I think for a little boy we should name him Harry. It's clean and… as you say 'sophisticated,'" James said.
"Harry," lily tried out. She liked the sound of it. She imagined carrying around a little boy with James's hair. Unruly and black as night. She could see it, and she couldn't wait.
"I love it." Lily concluded.
"Ahh, good." Said James.
So they lay on the couch together, talking into the night about their future little monster. Lily couldn't decide if she wanted a boy or a girl. She would be happy with both of course, but she really wanted a little boy. Someone to remind her of James, other than James. As much as she loved him, he was a handful.
Months into her pregnancy, lily started to look huge. James would tease her constantly. Fortunately for him, her mood swings weren't terrible. Yet. They enjoyed the constant presence in their home, even if it was still in lily's stomach.
Three weeks before her due date, lily woke in the middle of the night. She reached over to the other side of the bed. It was empty. She panicked, and then remembered that it was the full moon tonight. James was with his friends helping Remus through his transformations. She needed him now, she was in labor.
