Written by my big, Empress Empoleon.
"You have your mother's eyes, Harry."
So many had already said it, and now James would too. His son was him reborn - the same mop of hair, mischievous glint - but his eyes would forever be the striking emerald only Lily Potter had.
When he was born into the world, he looked like a miniature James. Nobody would have thought Lily was his mother...until he opened his jade eyes and wailed.
He liked to think that there was some of both of them inside of Harry - her eyes, his everything-else. It made them feel complete...whole.
So when James held Harry in his arms, he felt like he had rejoined two parts of himself together again.
"James, why are you crying?"
"He has your eyes, Lily."
"I know. That's what makes him a bit of both of us."