Godric's Hollow, 31st October 1981.

It was wet and windy outside, but the little cottage was warm and bright. Lily Potter carried her son up to bed, singing softly as she held him close.

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop..

She heard James' chuckle as she began her song. She sang a Muggle song to her child because it was all she knew and her mother had sang them to her. James always said that any sensible witch wouldn't leave a baby up a tree. She thought that any sensible parent wouldn't leave a baby up a tree, magical or not, but that wasn't the point of the song. She liked to tease James' that Sirius would probably leave a baby on the moon if he didn't have a sensible woman with him.

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock..

The rain drummed more heavily on the windows, and there was a whistling in the chimney. She dodged round the pram at the bottom of the stairs, as the cat streaked passed her ankles, heading for James and a nice scratch under the chin. The gate creaked a little as the wind blew it, and she heard James' give a mighty yawn. Harry had kept them up late last night, fussing and clingy. They suspected he was teething again, or missing his favourite playmates. It had been so long since Remus, Sirius, or Peter had been round, and even Bathilda had been away recently, leaving them with only the company of each other.

When the bough breaks..

Harry wriggled in her arms, reaching for her reflection in the landing mirror. One hand twisted in her hair as he stuck his fingers in his mouth. She pushed open the door to his room with her hip. Soon they would have to invite Padfoot over, of only to give them a bit of a rest.

The was a crash from downstairs, and a shout..

'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off – '