The soft tinkling of bells could be heard throughout the small cottage-style home. It was accompanied with gentle music, designed to soothe and give comfort. If one were to follow the music from the lower level of the house and up the stairs, they would find themselves drawn to the very last room on their left. If a person continued to follow the music and opened the door, they would see a little raven-haired babe asleep in a crib with dim light lit. A handmade knitted blanket covered the infant up to his chest and the footie pyjamas he wore were embroidered with a hand-stitched letter 'J'. Both were maroon.
This was the sight Harry and Ginny saw every night when they headed up to bed. Having put James to sleep hours earlier, it always helped them rest easier when they were able to check in on him and see that their little boy slept so peacefully. James' eyelids flickered as his eyes moved beneath them, lost in dreams; his little plump lips slightly open and rosy cheeks made him the picture of innocence.
"He was so good today," Ginny mused in a whisper and a small smile on her face. "Not one tantrum or crying fit."
"Well, he's one now," Harry whispered back as he put his right arm around his wife's waist. "Much more grown up, don't you think?" At his little joke, his wife let out a light laugh and rested her head against his right shoulder. Her left arm encircled his waist and he felt her fingers trace his left side absentmindedly; his t-shirt moved at her touch.
"Ron shouldn't have bought him that toy wand. There's going to be little fires everywhere from the sparks it makes," Ginny said softly.
"Well, that's what Aguamenti is for, right?" Harry said as he turned his head softly to kiss the top of Ginny's head. "No harm in a few fires."
"Let's see if you'll be saying that when you're the one that's going to be putting all of them out," Ginny teased. Harry chuckled.
"Oh, Mrs. Potter, who knew you could be so cruel? Come on, let's head to bed. James is fine for the night." Harry left Ginny's side to turn off the Muggle radio that played James' sleep music and turned off the dim lamp. He then took hold of Ginny's hand and led her from the room, making sure that they left the door open so James could be heard. They went down the hall and entered their own bedroom. Harry started to get ready for bed; his jeans were removed and switched out for flannel plaid pyjama bottoms, his t-shirt slipped over his head and put into the laundry bin.
Ginny moved to stand in front of him. She wore one of his old t-shirts, a grey one with a black collar. She reached up with a gentle touch and removed Harry's glasses from his face. She set them down onto his nightstand and looked up at him. "Thank you," she said as she placed her hands on his chest.
"For what?" Harry asked with a smirk.
"For just being you. And being such a good daddy to James. And a good husband to me." His wife's lips were then pressed against his and Harry moved his hands to lightly rest upon her waist.
They were woken up in the morning to the sound of James cooing in his crib. Harry yawned and then smiled, untangling himself from his wife. "I'll do changing and breakfast. You sleep, I'll call you down in a bit, ok?" he whispered in Ginny's ear. Her response was a sleepy smile and a light kiss before she fell back asleep.