Lily smiled as she watched her tiny son try to roll over onto his belly. He was such a happy little baby. With his bright green eyes and his ever smiling face. Her little boy was the happiest little baby she knew. Not that she knew many but she was certain her baby boy was the happiest there was. And with the war raging on around her it was nice to have such a happy baby by her side. Baby Harry's smiles always made the shadows in her husband's eyes go away. Baby Harry's giggles always made the monsters in her head go into hiding. Her son was the very thing that kept them all safe. Kept them all happy. Kept them all sane.
But Lily was afraid. And with each smile. With each milestone. With each giggle her fear grew. Would her son grow up in such a war torn country? Would her son ever know peace? Would her son even live to make it to Hogwarts? These were the very thoughts that ran through her mind when James left to do Order work. The very same thoughts ran through her head with each letter from Sirius and Remus. Even when Peter came to visit she was plagued with the same thoughts.
And if Albus was to be believed then she knew the answers to many of her questions.
Yes her son would grow up in a war torn country. No her son would not know peace. And no her son probably wouldn't live to make it to Hogwarts.
But as her son rolled over onto his little belly and grinned up at her she vowed to make his last moments the best. She would smile and encourage him. She would play with him and spoil him. She clapped for her sweet little boy.
Lily Evans Potter did everything she could to make the very months she had with her son the best months he could possibly have. For as she stood in front of her son's crib right before her death she knew she had done everything she could to not only keep him alive but she had done everything she could to keep him happy.
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