James breathed in the morning air and sighed happily. He could hear Lily singing to Harry as he cried from being woken up. He looked out at the garden, which Lily had cared for so lovingly throughout her pregnancy. She hadn't been able to give it much attention though since Harry required her almost all day. The roses were growing unchecked over the fence, the lilies were almost choked by weeds, and the grass was slowly encroaching on the small garden.

He smiled and went out to the garden shed. He found Lily's tools she used and knelt by the garden. He did his best to fix it up and it was beautiful he had to admit when it was done.

The sun was nearly all the way up now and Lily was making lunch. He ran in eager to devour whatever she had made.

"What is it?" he asked looking cautiously at the food. It didn't smell like anything he had ever had.

"Grilled Cheese Sandwiches," Lily laughed. "Didn't you ever have them?"

"No."

"Well try them. They're good!"

James frowned and took a bite. It wasn't half bad. In fact, it was delicious! He ate the whole thing and began stealing the small pieces from Harry's tray. It wasn't like the kid was going to eat them anyway. He barely had teeth for Pete's sake.

"Oh, Harry! What a good boy you ate all your lunch today!" Lily smiled kissing Harry on the cheek. Harry didn't know why his mother was so happy, but it made him happy too so he laughed.

"Hey, Let's take a walk outside," James suggested, eager to show Lily what he did for her.

"That sounds nice. Lemme get Harry's hat and I'll be right out."

"Fine."

They all walked outside a moment later and James led them over the garden. Lily awed over it and hugged her husband.

"James, it's beautiful!" she beamed squeezing his hand. "Thank you so much!"

"I figured you'd like it."

"I do! Thank you. Thank you Thank you!"

They kissed and Lily put Harry down and let him waddle around the yard. The two began talking and each thought the other was watching Harry. Suddenly they heard the baby scream and the parents raced to the sound, a thousand thoughts running in their minds, chiefly Voldemort.

"Harry!" they both yelled.

Sirius was running up the hill with Harry on his shoulders. Harry was screaming, not from fear, but from pleasure.

"Sirius Black! If you drop my baby I'll hex you!" Lily shouted.

"Hey guys. Ouch! Cut that out!" Sirius swatted Harry's tiny fists away from his mass of handsome black hair.

"What's up, Padfoot?" James asked his best friend.

"Just stopping by," Sirius grinned. "Actually, we need to talk."

Lily and James both swallowed as the color drained from their faces. It was a natural reaction nowadays for the dreaded four words, 'we need to talk'. They had even greater cause to be afraid of those words. Their eyes involuntarily wandered to their small son, perched atop his godfather.

"What's happened?" James asked quickly. "Has the spy been found?"

"Shut up! We'll talk inside!" snapped Sirius looking around for any eavesdroppers.

Lily held Harry as he sucked on his bottle. The two men sat on the couch. The atmosphere was heavy with fear and tension.

"He—he killed the Prewetts last week," Sirius said sadly. "And Dumbledore says he is coming closer to finding you three."

"Should we move?" Lily asked.

"That's a good idea," agreed James. "We'll move over to Godric's Hollow. He wont find us there, I'm sure of it."

"I can give you the gold to buy the house, if you need."

"Thank you, Sirius. We'll check it all out with Dumbledore next time we see him. Would you like something to eat?"

"Thanks, Lil. I'll have a bite."

Lily handed Harry over to James and walked into the kitchen to fix up something for Sirius. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand as she got down a plate. 'Stop it,' she told herself. 'Crying isn't going to fix anything.'

James walked Harry around the room while he sucked away at the bottle. Harry's tiny hands could barely hold the bottle up. He eventually became tired and let the bottle drop.

"Done, eh?"

Harry belched in reply. He then snuggled into James' chest, listening to his father's heartbeat. James gently patted his son's back and Harry drifted off to sleep on James' shoulder.

"Why would Voldemort want to kill him?" James asked aloud.

"Voldemort is mad. All he wants is power. All he loves is himself. I doubt he can love anything that isn't legless and slithering along the ground," said Sirius contemptuously.

"Here you go," said Lily as she gave the plate to Sirius.

He smelled it in a very doglike way.

"What is this?"

"You have never had grilled cheese either?"

"Never had what?"

"Eat it, Padfoot. It's good."

A/N: ok ok I know the title doesn't make sense yet but it will in following chapters. I'm only going to write more though if people like it. So review and LET ME KNOW! Thankies!