Dreams to Change a Future Chapter 4- Letter from the future, and mirrored minds
The Potter's spent a quiet couple of weeks. Lily stopped working as she was getting tired easily. Although she did do some work from home. She was starting her second trimester and she was getting quite an appetite. Despite this she barely showed. Doctor Charlotte said it was because she had such a slim figure to begin with. Lily's best friend Meghan said she was just lucky.
James's work was beginning to pile up, so he began to work half-days Saturday to make up for it.
Remus and Sirius visited often, asking up on the progress of the Horcuxes. But they soon learned not to, as it upset Lily. They instead turned their attention to the ever-growing baby.
"Ah James I need.." She paused to sneeze, "watermelon, and Ben and Jerry's ® cookie dough ice cream." Lily said one day just as James had walked through the door.
"No 'Hello James I love you'?" He teased. But with a flick of his wrist the items appeared. His wife was crazy for Muggle ice cream, although he couldn't figure out why.
Soon an owl came shooting through the open door James had forgotten to close, and flopped down besides James's hat.
"Must be a letter from Dumbledore."
But it wasn't, well in a way it was.
"Read it James!" Lily urged.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,
As you know I've traveled to the future. But the future is without our changes to it. I convinced your son Harry to write a letter to you. He felt very silly, but I promised I'd put in on your graves, seeing as I haven't told him. So without further ado, I give you a letter from your son.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Dumbledore's making me write this. I personally don't know why.
Mum you'd be disappointed to find out I am like my father: a trouble maker. Luckily his map, and invisibility cloak have kept me from getting expelled.
Now I'm going to have to hex Dumbledore. He made me get my tears all over this letter.
Oh Mum, Dad. I love you. I miss you. People always say I'm like you dad, except for mum's eyes. They say I have your eyes, and gift for spells. I only wish I could have known you. Neville is a whole lot luckier than he thinks. Even if the Longbottom's were tortured insane by the Crucio curse, at least he can hug them. He has somebody who loves him. I have no one. Even Sirius died.
Oh I wish. But wishing can't change the past.
Well I better get going on Snape's essay. (He's my potions professor.) I love you both.
Wish you were here,
Harry
P.S. Tell Sirius he's an awesome godfather. And Remus was a super cool DADA teacher, plus a cool friend. But not Peter. Never Peter.
-Well then I'll owl you if anything new comes up.
Albus Dumbledore
James finished reading, tears in his hazel eyes. Lily's own emerald eyes were dripping, wet soggy tears.
"My son…" Lily said still crying.
"Our son Lils, our son." James said before delicately embracing his wife, who fainted into his arms. He carefully made his way to the old couch and James sat down. Carefully he cradled his wife in his arms. The was so much to deal with, even if you weren't pregnant.
Lily lifted her head up and asked, "James can't we stop this? Can't we give Harry a better life?"
"We're trying Lily. We're trying."
Lily dropped her head and fell into a light sleep, exhausted from the days events. James brushed her curls aside and gently kissed her forehead. After laying her down on the couch he put away the food and pulled out his old mirror. Sirius would understand.
He picked up the mirror and said, "Sirius Black."
It took a few minutes, but soon Sirius's short (he had cut it after the meeting) oily black hair appeared.
"What's up Prongs?"
"We got a letter…" James paused overwhelmed with emotions.
"A letter from Dumbledore? Who James?"
"It was a letter from Dumbledore, but inside that was a letter from…from Harry. The page was marked with his tears. Oh Sirius."
Sirius Black could tell his best friend wasn't joking. There were tears in James's eyes.
"Padfoot he said you were a great godfather. He said you died. You cannot die Padfoot."
"James I don't think you're worried so much about my death as something else. What is it?" Sirius asked, brushing aside the hair from his eyes.
"Sirius I don't think we can do this anymore. Lily barely sleeps, and I am constantly worried over her. If we keep this up, I'm afraid she'll loose Harry."
"Tell Dumbledore he'll understand."
"No. I am stubborn Padfoot. We must do this, and do it well on our own. I will keep my work away from Lily, so she will not worry."
"But Prongs, won't she be more worried that you lied to her?" Sirius asked, making complete sense.
"You're right Padfoot. I'll tell her, but I shall make sure she sleeps."
"James go comfort your wife." Sirius commanded.
"Yes, Master Padfoot." He said smiling.
James's face left the mirror and he went to sit by his sleeping wife.