Lily Potter, formally Lily Evans, sat in her hospital bed, cradling her new son, Harry James Potter

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*~