Chapter 59: Lily's Eyes

"Neither can live while the other survives," Harry murmured to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. He had come home to Tera Manor for the Easter holiday. He had been thinking a lot about the prophecy lately. Was there a chance he could lose? The prophecy never said anything about him winning. Harry got out of bed unable to sleep. He ventured downstairs and into the kitchen were Faith already sat with a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

"Hullo Harry," she muttered.

"Hello," he greeted grabbing his own cup. He looked at the clock and watched it's hands tick to 3:34 in the morning. He took the seat across from Faith and noted the fact that she was holding the cup that Neville had broken earlier that day. Neville had chosen to stay with Faith instead of his grandmother for the holiday. When Neville had smashed the cup, Severus roared something about him being a terribly clumsy fool. Faith had shot back,

"No he isn't! Don't you dare say that!"

"Well, why does he have to stay here? Why can't he go stay with his grandmother?" Severus had shot back irritated by Neville's constant clumsiness.

"Because I'm his godmother that's why. I have a responsibility to him!" she bit back. Severus looked startled and then stormed off downstairs. Not only did Harry learn that Faith was Neville's godmother but he also learned that next to his grandmother that she was the only living, sane relative of his.

"Alice and I were cousins," she had said. Harry guessed that Faith felt badly for Neville losing his dad, especially when his dad had gotten his sanity back after Bellatrix tortured him again.

"Well good night Harry," Faith said as she got up from the table and headed upstairs. After a minute or two James came downstairs. He smiled at Harry and ruffled his hair as he took the seat next to him.

"He looks so much like you," Sirius remarked as James swung Harry onto his shoulders. Harry made a squeal of excitement.

"I know," James smiled.

"Except he has-"

"Lily's eyes. That's my favorite part I think. The perfect child. My devilishly good looks and charm with Lily's eyes," James bragged as he and Sirius walked around the park. Harry would point at various objects and make odd baby noises.

"Devishly good looks and charm? I think you've got yourself confused with myself," Sirius snickered.

"Nope. My son is going to be a genius like Lily and a damn good Quidditch player like myself," Sirius made a coughing noise at that last part.

"My son is going to go down in history. People will be lining up to see him wherever he goes. He'll be greatly loved," James added.

"Whatever you say Prongs…"

"What?" Harry asked looking at his dad. His dad had been staring at him for a good 5 minutes at least.

"Your eyes," James muttered. "They're just like your mother's."

"How come she didn't come back with you?" Harry asked after a minute or two. James sighed and leaned back in his seat, "Fate has a weird way of working. I wish she could have come back instead of me. You'd love her…I mean shes your mom…but a really fantastic woman. Really smart and she was so beautiful." Harry only nodded, his father continued, "When you were first born she would just watch you sleep. She was always scared for you,"

"Scared of what?"

James shrugged, "I don't know. She was just scared. I think its something every mom goes through when they have a newborn. After we died she would still watch you when you slept. All the time. Still does,"

Harry seemed shocked by this, but felt comforted. He'd been concerned about Voldemort and what was to come, it eased him to know that his mother was watching over him.

"I hear you're an excellent Quidditch player," James beamed. Harry shrugged and mumbled, "I guess,"

"Lets go play a bit. You just might have to prove it," James added getting up from the table and heading outside.