Lily walked in the door and sat by James on the sofa. "James, I was just at St. Mungo's."
His eyes narrowed. "Why? Are you all right?" he asked instantly.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine." She tried in vain to contain her smile. "I have some news for you."
His eyes widened, confused whether to be alarmed or excited. "Yes? What is it?"
"Well, you see…" How should she tell him? How? "You know how we talked about planning for our family to grow?"
"Yes…really?" he shouted.
"Really."
James lifted Lily up and twirled her about the room.
"So? How could you tell?" he asked.
Lily laughed and settled back on the ground. "This may sound strange, but at the Department of Mysteries," Lily said. "You like the name Harry, right?"
"Yes, I do," he said. "Why?"
"There is someone named Harry Potter, and there is a prophecy about him," Lily said.
James wrinkled his forehead. "And the prophecy? What does it say?"
"I don't know. We'll have to ask Dumbledore, I guess." Lily shivered as a breeze blew in.
James took her hands in his. Firmly he said, "You are bringing new life to this family - to you and to me. Nothing could ever be more important than that."