Godrics Hollow. October 31st, 7:57pm:

"Come on Lils. We're gonna be late if you don't hurry up", James Potter whined to his wife.

"I don't know hun. I'm not so sure that a baby-sitter is such a good idea", Lily Potter responded to her husband, with a worried look on her face.

James sighed. He didn't want to leave either, but this was going to be the fifth Order meeting that they had missed since they went into hiding. And it really looked bad with James and Lily being two of the top Aurors, along with Remus and Sirius, even though Lily was reluctant to hurt friend or foe.

Taking drastic measures, James looked down at his wife with his famous "puppy dog face". The almost teary coffee brown eyes and pout that could easily put a five year-old wanting a cookie to shame, was too much for Lily to handle.

Abruptly, she sent an angry glare, through her surprisingly emerald eyes, at her husband, while saying, "One day that won't work on me and then you'll be in for it".

A laugh erupted from James lips at that statement. He quickly grabbed his wife in a tender embrace, wrapping he will toned arms around her petite waist. "It will never stop working on you but if it ever does, I'll turn 'stag' and run as fast as I can'.

"Not even Prongs could escape my wrath".

James smiled and then lowered his mouth a few inches, to capture his feisty fire-headed wife's in a passionate kiss. Not a minute later, a wail could be heard throughout the house, breaking the two lovebirds apart and destroying their intimate moment together.

Immediately following this, Anna the baby-sitter, came down the steps of the small yet comfortable home, carrying a small, struggling, screeching bundle of red and gold blankets. Lily rushed to the teen's side, forgetting about her ruined moment with her husband. When she was barely within arms reach she snatched the bundle out of Anna's hands and without any delay, started rocking back and forth, brushing the top of the bundle softly and humming a quiet lullaby.

James looked at the scene unfolding before him and felt a sense of tranquility. Sure, they were under the Fidelus Charm and according to Dumbledore; their son Harry was most likely to be the chosen one/the downfall of Voldemort. Sure, their friends from the Order, the Longbottoms, were in more danger. Their son Neville was the other candidate to be the chosen one but they refused to go into hiding. Sure, there was most likely a traitor in their midst. But all was good.

While pondering, James was acutely aware of Anna rushing upstairs upon hearing two more wails. Everything, James knew, would turn out okay because he had the three best friends in the world, the perfect wife, and the three best children.

He was brought out of his reminiscing by the return of Ana. The sixteen year-old, with straight blond hair and blue eyes dressed in a red tank top and khaki pants, was now carrying two more screaming red and gold bundles.

James smiled at this. Jonathon sure knew how to make a racket, which always caused his two older brothers to wake up. The boy was only a few months old, but he had the lungs of an Olympic distance runner. It was rather surprising though, with him already being small for his age which ran in the family since James' other children were small too. Jonathon had unruly black hair with a tinge of red to it. He had his mother's diminutive nose and full lips. The rest of him, he had acquired from James, except for the eyes. All of James' children had acquired his wife's startling emerald green eyes.

Another scream brought James back to reality. With a loud and exaggerated sigh, he walked forth to Anna and grabbed both of the squirming bundles out of her outstretched arms.

Immediately, the two blankets stopped moving and cooed up happily, apparently content with their father's love and attention. James looked down at his twin sons Harold and Michael and felt a wave of guilt hit him. Seeing such innocent, love, and trust in their eyes made him feel bad about forcing Lily and himself to leave. The boys were only fifteen months old and Jonathon was barely two and a half months old.

Sensing rather then seeing her husband's newly found anxiety, Lily looked up to glare at James, while still holding tight to Jonathon. In a motherly voice she said, "Now you know how I feel".

Before James could reply to this, Lily interrupted. "I know that neither of us want to go to the meeting, but we have to. Do it not for our sake, but for theirs".

Nodding, James, Lily, and Anna walked up the stairs to the nursery. Like the blankets the boys were wrapped up in, the nursery was covered in red and gold. The place was called Godrics Hollow for a reason.

The room was simply furnished. There was a chest, with a Griffin etched onto it, which held toys. Adjacent to that was a comfortable couch and rocking chair, made out of Zebra wood. Both were testament to how many nights the young couple spent there.

Quickly, the three made it over to the center of the room, which held three identical cribs. Gently, Lily lay Jonathon down in the middle crib and tucked him in snugly. James then proceeded to do the same thing with the twins, first placing Michael in the crib on the left, and then Harry on the right. All three boys were then kissed goodnight and jokingly told to be good.

With a promise from Anna to watch over them, James and Lily left their home , leaving their three sons behind, in the hope that Voldemort would not come after any of the candidates of being the 'prophecy child', anytime soon.