Well, here's Chapter 2; I hope y'all like it! Please read/review…

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Harry, happy birthday to you!" sang the partygoers gathered in James and Lily's garden. Assembled were, of course, James and Lily, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and the Wilsons, a young couple with a 3-year-old named Elise.

Harry blew out the candles on his cake. He grinned flirtatiously at Elise, red-cheeked from the effort of blowing out the candles.

Sirius chuckled, watching the two little kids flirt. He said dryly to Lily, "Looks like you're going to have a regular ladies' man on your hands."

Lily smacked her forehead and pretended to faint into James's arms. "God preserve us from the ladies' men," she teased and winked at James. Peter Pettigrew snorted. Lily raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything. Peter seemed out of place tonight, as everyone else was easygoing and he seemed to be tense and argumentative.

Sirius was another story, however. He was in a jolly mood, and seemed quite chuffed to be with the girl he'd brought. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She blushed a rosy pink and tried not to look too pleased. "Didn't I tell you they're the most sickeningly cute couple, Leah?" said Sirius playfully.

Leah tilted her head, subtly flirtatious, and said, "They are cute, aren't they?"

James and Lily exchanged a glance, knowing full well that Sirius was going to knock the poor girl's socks off. Lily, fighting a laugh, asked, "How did you and Sirius meet?"

Sirius let loose a trademark grin. "I was walking in to talk to James on his lunch break about a month ago, and I was knocked flat by Leah here."

James snorted. "Speaking of ladies' men…"

"Hey!" Sirius pretended to be offended. "I meant it quite literally."

Leah, laughing and yet again blushing, chuckled, "Yes, it's true."

The Wilsons, who has up until then been playing with Harry and Elise, listened with growing amusement. Dawn Wilson prodded amusedly, "Go on!"

"Well I was leaving to get lunch for myself and a few other people at work, and I walked right into Sirius here. He caught the food, as well as myself, and we struck up a bit of a conversation. We ended eating at Luigi's that night." Luigi Spinelli was an Italian wizard who had always wanted to have his own restaurant in England. He built a small restaurant, and as it gained popularity and notoriety, added rooms onto it.

Dawn and Justin chuckled. Justin affirmed, "Many a romance has bloomed at Luigi's. The first time Dawn and went out, we ate there. It's quite romantic, isn't it?"

"Quite," chuckled Leah.

Harry's birthday festivities carried into the late afternoon, whereupon the Wilsons, Justin carrying a drowsy Elise, made their departure. Sirius and Leah left shortly after, making polite excuses ("It's getting to be late; I've got gobs of paperwork"), but it was obvious by the warm embrace shared by the two at the Potters' garden gate that paperwork wasn't standing out in either of their minds.

Not too long after the partygoers had made their ways home, Peter last to leave, disapparating with a casual tip of his tattered hat, Harry was escorted to his room by his sleepy parents. He gave each parent a perfunctory goodnight kiss punctuated frequently by enormous yawns, and slipped into the land of dreams as soon as his downy, raven-haired head touched his pillow.

James took Lily's hand as they slipped out of Harry's room, smiling quietly in the manner that only young parents have. As they walked down the stairs and into their moonlit room, James gently pulled Lily into his arms and kissed her. He led her to their bed and fell asleep in her arms as if he'd rather do nothing else.

But he had a dream. He shifted uncomfortably as a barrage of images hit him like a relentless series of brick walls. The first thing he saw was a radiant Lily, her belly round like the full moon. He assumed it was Harry whom occupied her belly, but the next thing he saw made him doubt that. He saw himself, Lily, and Harry looking joyfully into a lacy bassinet. He started to see a little girl with Lily's red hair sitting by Harry, but a flash of violent jade light ripped him from the dream. He woke up gasping. Lily had a hand on his face, whispering concernedly, "James, baby, wake up, oh God, please wake up."

James groaned. "I'm awake, Lily."

"D'you want to talk about your dream?" Lily knew that James often perceived what might happen in the future, and often wouldn't speak of it.

James considered it. "I'm not sure what it means. All I saw was Harry playing with another, smaller girl." He refrained from telling her that he'd seen her pregnant. Lily had had a difficult time with Harry, and he didn't want to concern her. "Then there was a flash of light and I woke up."

Lily looked up, startled. "Did you say light? What color was it?"

James raised an eyebrow, wondering what that had to do with anything. "The light? It was green…" The words died on his lips. Voldemort. "Oh no… it can't be."

Lily stared out the window, stricken. "If he comes, he won't take you from me. He won't take either of you, I won't allow it."

James growled, "No! Don't you give up life because of me. I won't allow it," he said, his voice softening as he repeated her heartfelt words. "We'll find a way, darling."