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A mother's heart.
James Potter grinned at his son. Little Harry watched the soap bubbles in wonder that were being produced by James's wand. Harry squirmed in James's arms trying to reach a bubble. But they kept bursting as soon as Harry's small fingers touched them. James chuckled at his son who was concentrating hard, determined to catch a bubble.
"James it's getting late. Put Harry to bed," said Lily Potter who stood behind them, watching her boys with amusement.
Harry turned at the voice of his mother and began wriggling out of his father's arms to reach for her.
Lily smiled lovingly at her son, then bet down and scooped him up. "Miss me Harry?" Lily cooed, kissing Harry's forehead.
"Lee-Lee," harry said in his babyish voice. Lily smiled, though she wanted him to say mama, but ever since Sirius's last visit Harry had learned to say Lee-Lee at least. They were really surprised and happy when Harry had copied Sirius, saying his first words, 'Pongs' it was a moment of proud for not only them but for Siri, Remy and Pete as well. Then Harry had learned to say Lee-lee. Lily couldn't have been happier.
Lily didn't care what everyone else thought. People made comments at first that they were too young to get married, but Lily was sure that everything would be okay. Then Harry came in their lives. Their little angel. But their happiness couldn't stay for much longer. A prophecy was made about her son. A prophecy that would change Harry's life. But Lily knew she would do anything to protect her son. She knew she would die if things come to that. She knew what she wanted for Harry, a better, carefree future.
She knew everything would be alright in the ends. The only thing that mattered was they were together and happy.
Her Harry would be strong and brave and kind. He would grow up just- well not exactly like James- but close enough. And Harry at any cost would never ever suffer Voldemort's wrath. She made a promise at that moment that no matter what her son will not live under Voldemort's rule.