The sound of dogs barking was enough to wake Lily Potter from her sleep. Her husband, James, was snoring softly in the bed next to her. Their cottage was small and very similar to the one they had died in. It still had Harry's room too, made up nicely with all his favourite toys. Those first few years following their deaths, Lily had often found herself clutching one of her baby's toys to her chest when she was trying to sleep. She missed her boy and knew James did too when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.