Mirrors
Summary: Lily Evans lets out a bit of her thoughts as she murmurs to her baby boy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lily Evans, or James Potter, or Lily Potter, or Sirius Black, or Harry Potter. Or the wind, for that matter.
"The wind won't always be so kind to you. That's what my mother used to tell me," Lily Evans murmured to her beautiful baby, "And I finally understand. Things get hard sometimes, Harry. And we just have to get through them...." Her voice cracked and faltered toward the end, but she continued softly, not even embarrassed to be talking to a baby. Her baby. "James works a lot, you know. That's why he's not here so often, Harry. I'm sorry I yell at him, I really am. But I get mad, you know, and he does too."
Little Harry stared up at her with his amazing eyes that mirrored hers. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed a lock of her hair, then smiled triumphantly. "Let go," she cooed, after he had pulled it with interest several times. He needed no more chiding, it seemed, as he let go, bored, but instantly regained attention as his mother continued to speak.
"It's so hard for him to admit he does things wrong, you know. And sometimes he just won't face what's important and bury himself in things that don't matter. Sirius is like that too, Harry. I can only hope you don't do things like that when you're older..." Harry let out a superior gurgle, and Lily laughed. "You think you won't? Well, I believe you. You're such a sweet baby. You won't be a git like James once was, I can tell."
Lily stared out the window for a few moments, watching the snowflakes fall slowly. As Harry let out a cry of joy as he grabbed her hair again, and then giggled giddily, Lily smiled.
Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought.