A/N: I have further plans for this story, and this is just the beginning, but please let me know what you think! Constructive criticism and new ideas are welcome.
Lily had been lying awake listening to his snores for more than two hours, the flashing LED lights of her digital bedside clock told her. She couldn't get the dream she'd had earlier that night out of her mind. Normally her dreams were more like nightmares, always with the same gruesome character – Voldemort. She would go home to visit her parents and the dark mark would be floating effortlessly in the air. Or Ministry wizards would arrive at her door with grim looks on their faces, to tell her that James had been doing his best for all mankind when he had been killed. Sometimes those she knew and loved best, Remus, Sirius, Peter, would be tortured in front of her very eyes in an effort to gain information from her.
But tonight it was different. In her dream she had woken from this very same bed to the sound of a baby's cry. She had gotten up with a sigh and looked at the still-sleeping figure of her husband beside her before setting out the door and into the room across the hallway. A wooden cot with blue netting draped around it sat in the far corner, the source of the cries, now more insistent and causing serious damage to Lily's eardrums. As Lily's face looked over the edge of the baby's bed, the cries subsided a little as the small face showed a little surprise. She had just enough time to feel the grin spread through her face and take in the features of this handsome newborn, with a small mass of jet-black hair and her own piercing jade eyes, before she had awoken with a start.
Lily didn't know why this dream was keeping her awake now, but she did know the conclusion she had reached over the last two hours, and she wasn't going to keep it to herself any longer.
"James," she said, shaking him gently, "James!"
"I don't want sauce on mine thanks Lilykins…" Her husband muttered
"JAMES!" She said again, somewhat louder.
The effect was immediate: he leapt forward, tripping over the sheets as he scrambled up to find his glasses and wand, and turned back to Lily, his eyes still blinking out the sleep as he pointed his wand in every direction defensively.
"Whosawhatnow?" He half-yelled at nobody in particular, before realising there was obviously no danger and lowering his wand.
Lily suppressed a giggle and calmly told him it was okay, and he could come back to bed.
"James," Lily repeated somewhat soothingly as he climbed back into the sheets with a yawn, "I want a baby."
"I'll find you one tomorrow," He replied sleepily just before his snores began again.