A/N: Sorry this took me so long to update. I don't even have any exams to complain about. I do, however, have--or rather, had--a term paper and numerous other final projects to worry about, so forgive me for my tardiness. Read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I hereby declare that I do not own the Harry Potter Series (henceforth known as HPS), but rather J.K. Rowling (JKR) is the author and owner of HPS. Nor do I own the song Here Comes the Sun (HCtS). It belongs to the Beatles (tB). Wait...no, I think that would Micheal Jackson (MJ) who owns tB songs...o well.

signed: GoodQueenA

hehe lawyer talk...so funny.

Chapter 6: Lily to Harry: Here Comes the Sun

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

James and Lily both groaned. Little Harry was a year old, and had been sleeping through the night since he was seven months old. That is, until about a week ago when he'd started waking up, bawling, several times in the night. He would refuse to go back to sleep until one of them came to his room, and stayed there for awhile.

Neither of them understood why. What was scaring him so much?
In the meantime, they were grudgingly taking turns getting up to comfort him.

On this warm October night, Lily and James had been wrapped in each other most comfortably, and neither wanted to move.
"Your turn," James mumbled against her neck. "I went last time."

Lily moaned tiredly. She loved her son, but right now she wished with all her might that he would just stop fussing, and go back to sleep. They all needed their sleep in these crazy, dark times, but only Harry got to nap in the day time.

They were in hiding, and in her idleness, Lily couldn't shake off the frightened, chased feeling. She couldn't relax; she was constantly on her toes, and peeking over her shoulder, afraid of what she might see. But then night came, she would find some measure of comfort in James' arms in their bed, but then Harry would start crying. Lily Evans Potter was no damsel in distress, but she felt like she was running in place, getting nowhere. She and James and Harry were stuck.

With a quiet grunt, she lifted herself from the bed, and shuffled her way to the small nursery. Soft moonlight fell like a blanket across her son's cradle by the window. It would've been quite the peaceful, endearing scene if not for the rocketing sounds of the aforementioned infant son's cries.

Lily walked over to the crib, stretching out her arms to her baby as she cooed at him.

"Ssssshhhh baby...don't cry Harry. Mummy is here, don't cry, don't be afraid. That's our job, you just need to sleep a lot, and look cute."

Harry hiccuped, wiggled his legs, and reached out his hands to her, and...started crying again. Lily scooped him up.

"Shhh...Shhh..." Lily rocked him in her arms, and sat in the large oak rocking chair. The mickey mouse clock (Lily had insisted on the muggle mouse's presence in the nursery) on the wall by the changing table showed it was nearly four in the morning, and Lily was all too aware that this was Harry's second awakening of the night.

Oh Harry, She thought. What are we going to do? You were born in a frightening time. I don't blame you for being afraid. We all are. He was slowly calming down, as they rocked gently back and forth. We're all so scared...scared out of our wits. The Order keeps losing good men and women, and yet the Deatheaters seem to be growing stronger by the day. I hate living like this! I want peace for my family, and for myself.

Tears dripped down her face as Harry whimpered in her arms. Her shoulders shook. I'm so sick and tired of hiding and being afraid!

Together, mother and son cried themselves to sleep, fearing for themselves and the world. A couple hours later, Lily jerked awake. She cracked her neck, and remembered that she was still in the nursery. Crimson light was starting to fill the room, and replace the silver mist.

Lily got up carefully, and walked to the window. She felt Harry stir against her, and she looked down to check if he was going to cry again, but he snuggled sleepily in her arms. Lily giggled quietly, and held him tight.

"Look Harry," she said. "look, the sun is rising." and she began to sing softly to him.

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And I say
It's alright

Little darling
It's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And I say
It's alright

Little darling
The smiles returning to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And I say
It's alright

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling
I feel that the ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun
And I say
It's alright

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
It's alright
It's alright

Lily raised her face to the light of the rising sun, and felt a little reassured. It was October 31st, All Hallow's Eve, a holiday, and most importantly, it was something for which she found herself grateful: another day, and another sunrise.