A Mother's Love
By: Born of Starlight
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I am going to the sixth film's midnight opening in costume...! :D *geekdom*
Summary: Lily admires her baby son.
Words: 336
Lily stroked the soft cheek of her infant son, and felt as if she might burst with a mother's pride.
Harry was perfect. Unconditionally and completely perfect, in her eyes. As his mother, it was only natural for her to think so, by Lily was convinced it went beyond her own personal bias. With his tufts of wild dark hair, to his baby blue eyes (though some deep intuition told her they would change before too long), Harry was best described as the perfect artist's portrayal of the ideal child.
Lily rocked back and forth in her delicate rocking chair, a gift from James, singing quietly to her child. Lullabies, old favorites from her school years, silly wizarding songs for children that some of the other mothers in the Order had taught her...Lily sang them all. She told Harry stories about the pranks his father used to pull, about the magical nights once a month, when four wonderful animals ran the grounds at Hogwarts. She transformed the school into a palace, made Dumbledore the king. Harry watched her, listening, with the widest of eyes. He rarely looked away, his eyes ever on his mother's. Lily knew such stories would someday be forgotten, as early childhood so usually is, but she told them anyway. Once, James stood in the door and listened for long minutes before she caught sight of him, smiling at his two best loved people in the world. She had ducked her head, laughing, and explained that the "fairytale version" of Hogwarts was something she'd made up while still at school to tell Petunia.
Mostly, though, Lily just sat there, and looked at her beautiful boy. From the day he was born, Lily knew something was special about him -- again, not mother's bias -- and she knew she would always protect him. Stroking his dark hair, and humming to her son, Lily just knew.
With her dying breath, and beyond, she would keep him breathing. That was the strength of a mother's love.