Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The song belongs to BNL (Bare Naked Ladies).
A/N: This is a songfic (again). Itz James' POV while he's watching Harry sleep. He and Lily are still alive. It should be set the day before they die.
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Dreaming
by: me, Sunburn
After 3 consecutive hours of nonstop crying and wailing, I finally got Harry, my new son, to fall sleep. He's nearly weightless in my arms as I carry him to his crib in our bedroom. I lay him down and cover him up so he's nice and warm. Deeply sighing from a hard day at work, I look down on my baby boy.
With life just begun, my sleeping new son
has eyes that roll back in his head
They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
and pictures a world past his bed
it's hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves
I cannot imagine what is going on inside your head. It seems like you are in a place of comfort and protection. Someplace safe. Unlike anywhere here, since Lord Voldemort rose. But, I don't really want to think about that at the moment.
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
Do you dream about
music or mathematics or
planets too far for the eye?
I've been sitting here for over an hour, un-moving. I can't tell you why, because, truth is, I don't know. I'm just looking at you, trying to figure out how to keep you out of danger. How to keep you alive and well. But, don't you worry, Daddy's gonna try his best to make sure that you don't even get scratched. Just sleep, and dream...
Do you dream about
Jesus or quantum mechanics
or angels who sing lullabies?
I wonder if you're old enough to even dream at all. I don't remember ever dreaming while I was this young, but then again, I don't even remember my diaper years.
His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived
With memories he'll learn to ignore
And when it is closed, he already knows
he's forgotten all he knew before
But when sleep sets in
History begins
But the future will win
I know I'm not gonna make it. I don't know how I know, it's just a feeling in my heart and head. And it's going to be soon. I just hope that your last memory of me isn't one of me dying, but of one similar to this single precious moment.
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
And when you're sleeping, you'll be as safe and protected inside your dreams as you are on the outside. Because I will always be there to watch over you. In whatever way you picture me.
Are they colour or black and white,
Yiddish or English
or languages not yet conceived?
Are they silent or boisterous?
Do you hear noises just
loud enough to be perceived?
Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing
on transistor radio waves?
With so little experience,
your mind not yet cognizant
Are you wise beyond your few days?
Just promise me to love your mother and protect her from any demon, monster, troll or anything that would or could harm her. I love her. And I love you. Make sure to dream about all three of us living happily ever after, because I know it's not going happen in reality.
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about....?
A soft hand clasps mine and I look up to the emerald green eyes it belongs to. I see love, wholeness and fear. Hopefully, things would start looking up. Maybe we'll even get through this all together.