What Father Would?
By Dorthey Star
Lily Potter, formally Lily Evans, sat
in her hospital bed, cradling her new son, Harry James Potter. Her husband,
James, came into the room.
'How are you two?' James asked
smiling.
'Perfect,' Lily said, not taking her
eyes off of Harry. James walked over to the bed and sat down next to Lily. She
leaned up against him, and he put his arm around her.
'He's got your eyes, Lily,' James
said.
'Yes, but he got your looks,' Lily
said looking up from Harry. James looked at Harry who was peacefully sleeping
in his mother's arms now.
'And how is the happy Potter family?'
Sirius called as he walked in the door.
'Shh! One member is sleeping,'
Lily said crossly. Sirius walked over to them.
'Awww look at the wittle innocent
baby,' he said as Harry opened an eye sleepily.
'You know, Padfoot, I don't think
you were ever that innocent,' James laughed.
'You will be Godfather to Harry,
right?' Lily said looking back at Harry.
'Of course. What's his full name?'
Sirius asked.
'Harry James Potter,' Lily said
proudly.
'What? You didn't name him after
me?' Sirius acted hurt.
'If we'd named him after you he
might turn out to be like you,' Lily rolled her eyes
'Hey,' said Sirius indignantly,
'and I thought you were my friends.'
'We are, Padfoot, just one of you
is enough,' James said, taking Harry from Lily's arms.
'Well!' Sirius said, acting angry,
'I'm going to find Maria.'
'She's in Bristol,' Lily said
closing her eyes.
'Night, Lil,' James said.
'Night James, Night Harry,' Lily murmured
sleepily and was soon asleep. James moved to the chair next to the bed, still
holding Harry. He sat there not thinking about Voldemort, Sirius, Maria, Remus,
or Peter, but about Harry. What life was going to be like for Harry. He thought
about playing Quidditch with him, and him going to Hogwarts and sharing the
memories James had. Never did the thought that he would be raised by Petunia
and her husband, Vernon, because Lily and he were dead cross his mind. Never
did he think Harry wouldn't grow up to remember his parents. Never did he ever
think that he would be become Voldemort's number one target. But then again,
what father would think these things?
Disclaimer: Nothings mine. Not
even my math book (not that I would want it to be mine).
Author's note: Sorry if this is
hard to read… Agora is still staying with me… grrr so of course, I had to write
this story. I hope y'all liked it, though I know the end was stupid…hmm. *hums*
I can't think of anything else to say…Thanks to Kiara, thanks to my computer,
thanks to all my lovely reviews for all my other stories! Ok, I'll stop, I'll
stop.
Love, Lemonade, and Girl Scout cookies to all and sundry!
~*Dorthey Star*~
