The son of James Potter Duke of Godric's Hollow, was the hope that the people carried in their hearts. The climate of tension in Yeovil was only increasing and citizens began to fear that soon the wizards would rebel and start an overnight war against the city, as they had done years ago.
And that, too, put pressure on James and Lily.
His wife cried every month that her rules came and made their bed dirty, they needed to have an offspring, to continue the bloodline, to have someone to leave their lands and fortunes to, to whom to entrust the people.
But no request to the Gods was granted.
It was in the month of November the rules of Duchess Lily did not go down, nor in the following month, much less in the next seven that followed. The people celebrated, it was the joy that the kingdom needed, James would be a father and his heir would soon arrive. It had to be a boy, not just because of the throne, but because it needed to be.
It was already rumored that the Duchess would have a belly as thin as silk, letting her offspring slide out; others said that the wedding was nothing but a farce, in the end Godric's Hollow would end up throwing the moths and care for some distant cousin who understood nothing. There were even creatives who sold tabloids about all royal pregnancies generating a girl, making sure to give it to every street vendor who passed by.
And then, on July 31st, in the starriest night that England's summer had ever witnessed, the Marquis Harry James Potter of Godric's Hollow was born. A boy with the emerald-colored eyes that Lily carried in her wedding ring and also in her eyes, dark and rebellious hair like his father; big and showy, healthy as a bull, inheriting a great and glorious duchy. It was the gift that Merlin sent them and finally, they were parents.
The city sang the most lively songs for hours, pierced the skies with fireworks, newspapers ran to inform everyone who hadn't heard, the servants gossiped at full speed about the boy. All the while, the child's cry echoed through the castle room, shuddering the walls and proving that he was there to get attention, claiming everything that was rightfully his, and bringing joy to the couple.
Less than two weeks later, James learned of the birth of the daughter of the Viscount of Ottery St. Catchpole, Ginevra Molly Weasley. Of course, a duke originally was supposed to marry a duchess, however, James had plans and agreements with Arthur, a great friend and companion, so he declared that the two would be destined to marry as soon as they reached the proper age. It needed to be done, there was no doubt.
But there was a problem that no one could ever have predicted: Harry J. Potter, heir to the Duchy of Godric's Hollow, was kidnapped.