A/N: Very first Fan Fic. Be nice.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE SERIES OF HARRY POTTER.


Eyes of His Past

Chapter 1: James

James rounded the corner and entered the wide lounge room. There on the mahogany leather couch lay his pregnant wife, her back facing him.

He smiled to himself as he studied her form. Her legs were currently cramped up, allowing her to fit onto the couch. Her hair was sprawled unevenly across the leather of the couch like a messy mop.

He made his way silently towards his wife, slowing considerably as he got nearer as not to disturb her. He lowered himself to his knees so his face came in level with the back of her head. He stared at her a little longer before making the effort to speak.

"Lily." His voice was calm and affectionate. "Lily, it's late."

Lily shuffled a little, her pregnant belly making it difficult for her to manoeuvre around. She managed to roll slowly onto her back. Her hair now sweeping across her face, her bright green eyes blinking open from behind some strands of hair.

"James?" Her voice was hoarse from the lack of use.

"Who else would it be?" He chuckled at his wife. "Come on, the bed is ready."

"I can't sleep."

"You were just sleeping now."

"I was resting. If I were sleeping I'd be in bed."

"Why can't you sleep?" James gently asked his drowsy wife as he removed the strands of hair that was blocking his view to her magnificent green eyes.

Lily's face turned mordant as she stated, "James, I'm pregnant. And by the way his moving, he might just be part beast."

James chuckled again. "Don't tell Hagrid. He'll want to keep him as a pet."

Lily smirked at her husbands remarks. "Judging by how excited Hagrid seemed to be when I told I was pregnant, he wouldn't care if our son was part beast or not."

James shook his head in laughter as he remembered the old games keeper. "Come on, the bed's ready. I'm sure once you're in a proper bed you'll find some sleep." He said extending both arms towards his wife.

"What are doing?" She asked looking down at his opened arms.

"I'm going to carry you."

"All the way up the stairs?"

"All the way."

Lily couldn't help herself; fits of laughter wracked her body, her hands coming around to hold her pregnant belly in place while her head rolled backwards onto the arm rest of the couch.

"You don't think I can do it?" he somewhat stated as if trying to challenge her.

"Honey, you can barely get yourself up the stairs, let alone your wife… who is pregnant."

James took slight offence to her words but reacted by scooping his arms under her body and drawing her closer to his chest.

"Whoa," she exclaimed, being taken off her guard. "You're really going to do this?"

James didn't answer. He managed to get his legs into the right position before hauling himself and his wife upwards until he was standing up straight.

""My hero!" Lily taunted in a joking manner.

Still James didn't speak. He was afraid if he spoke, he'd lose his concentration and drop his wife. How could someone so tiny look so big and be so heavy? He somehow got into rhythm. Left leg, right leg, left leg, right leg. He refused to look at his wife's face till he reached the bottom of the stairs. That's when he looked at her.

"You said the bed was waiting." She smirked, her green eyes filled with mocking glee.

"It is. I'll just…one step at a time." He said hoping that the strain wasn't apparent in his voice.

It took no more than 20 minutes to stagger up a total of 18 steps. By the time he had reaches the top of the stairs James' face was as red as his wife's hair and his legs were close to giving way.

"Well done, James. But if I had walked up the stairs myself, I'd already be in bed."

"Well, no matter how long I took, the bed is still waiting nonetheless." He said as he kicked opened to slightly ajar door to their room.

He reached the queen sized bed and gently placed Lily down on her side as gently as he could without collapsing on top of her.

Once she was down he walked around to the other side of the bed and fell face fist onto the waiting pillows below, his glasses becoming askew on his face during the process.

When he finally managed to sit up, he noticed that Lily had already climbed under the blankets and grabbed her book off the nearby nightstand. It was a couple of minute before she noticed that James was staring at her.

"What is it that you want, James?"

"Nothing. I don't want anything."

"Why are you looking at me then?" She asked now a little confused.

"I'm watching you read."

"Yes, I can see that. I want to know why?"

"I'm watching your eyes move across the page you're reading."

"That doesn't really answer the question I just asked you." She replied.

"There's no reason behind it. I love watching those eyes of yours. They're a brilliant shade of green. They hold meaning. They hold adventure and tranquillity."

Lily put her book back down on the nightstand and motioned for her husband to come closer. As he did, Lily leaned forward as much as she could and slowly removed James' glasses from his face.

"Are you removing my glasses so that I can't see your eyes?"

"No," she began, "I'm removing your glasses so I can look into your eyes."

She studied his eyes, taking in the shape and significance before sharing her findings.

"What do you see, Lily?" he asked her. "What do my eyes remind you of?"

"Hmm… a muddy swamp."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, the colour of your eyes remind me of a muddy swamp. They're a mixture of brown and green."

"Thanks, Lil" He stated sarcastically reaching for his glasses. However, Lily stopped him.

"Don't hide behind your glasses, I haven't finished yet. Although they look like dirty pools of unclean water, they still hold mystery… and life. They hold tenderness and some amount of carelessness." They both gave a small laugh at this comment.

"I'm glad that you can find something that you like about my eyes." He said as he placed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, guarding his eyes from more cruel judgement.

"James, you may not be able to see without your glasses, you may not have the best coloured eyes and you may not like them yourself, but in all honesty I hope our son has your eyes."

James puffed out his chest in pride at his wife's words. "Wait, why would you want our son to have muddy swamps like me?"

"So I can be reminded of you every time I look at him."

James leaned forward and embraced Lily in a comforting hug, "You know that's corny, right?"

"Absolutely."