Lily shoved impatiently at her pillow, trying to shape it into something more comfortable. Next to her,
James snorted in his sleep before he rolled over, his arm falling around her waist. Lily smiled to herself -- James
always ended up wrapped around her. She never minded his teasing and joking when he was awake, the way he
couldn't sleep at night if she wasn't there told her all she needed to know.
Now if only she could sleep. She gave the pillow one last shove, before sighing and slipping out from
under James' arm. He made a sound in his sleep, his hand grabbing at her pillow. Lily drew the blankets over him
and dropped a kiss on his cheek as she slipped her feet into her slippers.
The full moon shone through the windows as she softly padded her way across the room. It was a crystal
clear night, the sort that can only occur in the dead of winter. Lily stopped to peer outside, enjoying the
strangeness of the shadows, the clear defination that moonlight grants. Suddenly realizing she was shivering from
the cold, she swung her emerald robe from its hook and wrapped herself with it, hugging herself as she headed
down the hallway to the kitchen, casting a quick glance into the baby's room as she did.
The tea was made in moments, a swift ceremony born of much practice. Cradling the steaming mug in
her hands, looked out the window over the sink, watching the wind blow snowdrifts across they yard. A small
sound made her stop breathing for a second, as she listened. Harry was babbling in his sleep.
She entered his room and curled up in the chair next to his cradle, watching her son sleep. Harry was
much like his father, a wide sleeper. He would throw his arms out and take up as much space as possible. His
blanket was a tangled mess around his feet. Lily put her mug down and gently tugged the blanket free, retucking it
around Harry. He babbled nonsense words for a moment, before smacking his lips into a little smile. Lily gently
brushed the coal black hair from his soft forehead, marveling at the smooth, unblemished ivory color.
The bed creaked in the other room, and then soft footsteps shuffled down the hallway. "Lily?" called a
groggy voice, softly.
"In Harry's room, dearest," she called back. James face, creased with sleep, appeared in the doorway. "Is
something wrong, love?"
Lily shook her head. "Just couldn't sleep, so I made some tea," she whispered. "I heard Harry talking in
his sleep, so I came to check on him."
James crossed the room to stand behind Lily, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and resting his
chin on her shoulder. They stood for a moment, watching the shadows from outside play across their son's face.
"Isn't that curious, love, it looks almost like a lightning bolt, that shadow," whispered James. Harry whimpered a
bit in his sleep. Lily made a shushing sound at James as she reached forward and placed her hand on Harry's chest
for a moment, listening to him breathe as his chest rose and fell.
James kissed Lily on the forehead. "Come back to sleep, love. Harry'll be awake soon enough, we can
dote on him when he's awake." He gently tugged Lily back towards the door. She sighed, looking back at Harry.
"He's so beautiful, James. Sometimes I can hardly believe we're this lucky."
James smiled at her. "Shall we teach Harry how to make a snowman in the morning?" The grin turned a
tad wicked. "I promise to wait on snowball fights until he's old enough to throw them himself."
Lily started to laugh, despite her self, and buried her face in his shoulder as to not wake Harry up. "You!"
James smiled down at her, hugging her fiercely before turning his face to Harry's crib. "Sleep well, son of mine,"
he whispered softly, as he and Lily went back to bed.
Harry slept on, as the moon continued to cast its light through the window.
