A/N: Hey All! Here's another Disney HP Songfic for you :) I'm so sorry that I haven't updated these sooner, but I've had a fair bit of stuff on at the moment. Also, I'm hoping to start my Musicals/HP Songfics soon...I have some planned...all I need is a title, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know.

Okay, this is a cute little Lily/Harry songfic, set to Baby Mine from Disney's Dumbo. I was going to add more James in this one, but I thought that it would be cute for a mother/son fic. But I do wanna write one about Harry and James, so if there are any ideas for that, or any other suggestions [songs and or pairings] please let me know. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I also don't own the song Baby Mine. I just write these for fun :)

Lily Potter was exhausted. She had been running around all day; answering owls from her friends, making sure the baby got up out of bed...then making sure he went to wake their son. Then she had to make sure that the house was tidy, give Harry his bottle, make lunch, yell at James for putting their son on that broomstick that Sirius gave him, put Harry down for a nap, have at least a moment or so to see James, wake Harry up, make dinner, tell James to give Harry a bath, clean up the mess from the previous, kiss harry goodnight and climb into bed. It was a typical day in the Potter house.

She was thankful when everything was done and she and James could finally get some well-deserved sleep. They were out as soon as their heads hit their pillows. Both of them knew that there were responsibilities with having a family; they were reminded of that everyday. They loved being parents more than anything, but sometimes they couldn't help but think back to only a year before.

Lily was brought out of her dreams by the sound of cries coming from down the hall. She sighed deeply as she felt James turn onto his side beside her.

"Do you want me to get him?" he asked, half asleep. Lily shook her head.

"I've got him." She said as she pulled herself up off the bed. James nodded his head sleepily before turning around again. He mumbled something about Gryffindor winning the house cup by 150 points or something like that.

She knew she wouldn't get a coherent answer from him, so she wondered what the point was. Walking over to their dresser, she wrapped her dressing gown around her before walking down the hall.

When she walked into Harry's room, she was met with the sight of her one year old son, sitting up in his cot, holding onto the bars for dear life. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up and saw his mother leaning over the cot. Immediately his arms were in the air, begging her to pick him up and comfort him.

"Shhh." Lily said, picking the infant up out of the cot. "It's alright, Harry." Harry nestled his head in the crook of her neck as she held him close.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Lily whispered as she walked over to the rocking chair by the window. "Did you have a bad dream?"

The boy looked up at his mother with big green eyes, mirroring her own as his lip began to tremble with another threatening sob. Lily smiled and ran her hand through his messy black hair, the infamous trademark of his beloved father.

"Don't worry Harry. I won't let those bad dreams get you...I promise." She cooed, rocking back and forth in the chair. Lily couldn't help smiling. All feelings of annoyance fled instantly when she looked at her son.

"I don't care if you wake us up in the middle of the night, my love." She said. "It's worth it just to look at you. My Baby." She continued to rock peacefully in hopes of trying to get her little one to sleep. But those big green eyes kept staring back at her. Finally, Lily sighed in defeat.

"Come on, Harry. You need to sleep." She said. "Why don't I sing to you?" The toddler clapped his hands together in response. Lily couldn't help but laugh a little.

"You know, your uncle Padfoot used to tell me I can't sing...but I showed him." she said grinning at the memory of her chasing Sirius around the house with a frying pan. Lily settled down and got comfortable in the rocking chair. The pale moonlight added a peaceful glow to the room.

"alright, what to sing." She said. She had tried several Muggle lullabies to try and get him to sleep, but very few worked. Most of the time, it was her, James or one of the Marauders making up random words to sing him to sleep. Lily thought and thought about what to sing, before something came to mind. She moved Harry so that her was comfortable, resting his head close to her heart.

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.

Lily couldn't help thinking about what her son's life would be like. She didn't want him to be teased because of who he was. But she knew she wouldn't have to worry about that. In addition to the number of intimidating witches and wizards who would defend him in a heartbeat, her Harry would grow up not caring...he would have a happy life.

Little one, when you play,
pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear, baby of mine.

Never could she have imagined it possible to love someone so much. She loved her family. She loved her friends...as mad as they were. She loved her husband; James had her heart for always. But when it came to her son, it was a different kind of love.

If they knew all about you,
they'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you,
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

With the war approaching, it was hard to find those who you could trust. If, and it almost destroyed Lily to think about it, but if something would ever happen to her or James, she knew that her son would be well looked after.

Be it Sirius, the once playboy extraordinaire turned spoiling godfather, whom Harry had wrapped around his little finger. Remus, the kind and caring guardian. The one who loved everyone unconditionally, and would ensure that Harry would be brought up right. Any member of their family would give him the life he deserves.

Lily shook her head free of those thoughts. A smile replaced her look of fear as she glanced down at Harry. His eyes were beginning to droop as a small yawn escaped from his mouth.

From your hair down to your toes,
you're not much, goodness knows.
With those beautiful eyes and contagious smile, Lily wondered how she ever got to be so lucky; Amazing friends, a loving husband and soul mate, and the most perfect child in the world. Harry kicked his feet, causing her to laugh. She ticked his toes, making him laugh. To Lily, it was the sound of Angels.

But, you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be, baby of mine.

Lily looked down once more and saw that Harry was finally asleep. Smiling to herself, she carefully got out of the chair and walked back over to the cot, laying her son down gently. She brushed the hair out of her eyes as she kissed his forehead gently.

"Goodnight, my baby." She whispered. "I love you Harry." And with that, she left the room, leaving the sleeping child to his now horror-free dreams.

James was still asleep when Lily went back to bed...or so she thought. She put her dressing gown aside and climbed under the covers. She turned around to go to sleep when she felt a strong arm wrap itself around her waist.

"Is he okay?" James wondered sleepily. Lily smiled.

"He's perfect." She said. James smiled and kissed his wife before the two settled down for a much needed rest.

So precious to me,
sweet as can be, baby of mine.