My first stab at HP fic. Hope you enjoy it. Written sometime before 2005.
With only the light from the doorway behind her, Lily stood next to the crib, watching over her son.
It was humbling how fiercely she loved him. Harry looked so much like James, especially in his sleep, the dark hair, the way his lips pursed, already with a thick line of lush lashes that she envied.
When she’d carried him under her heart, and first felt that fluttering inside as he moved, she had loved him. Holding him for the first time, she had fallen in love with him. Little Harry had stolen her heart, just as his father had.
For a moment, Lily wished there was a way for them to escape the madness, find a refuge in the Muggle world where Harry could grow up to play soccer. He certainly could kick.
Lily was tired.
Tired of the uncertainty she’d felt since Dumbledore had told them of the prophecy. Tired of the running…the hiding. What frightened her most, though, was how vulnerable she felt since Harry was born, no longer sheltered within in her. Her chest tightened as she vowed to do anything she could to keep him safe.
Her eyes took in his cherubic face, and she smiled as his lips smacked in his sleep. Perhaps Harry was dreaming about his next meal. She’d had to stop nursing last week, after they’d had to leave in the middle of the night. Dumbledore had sent word that too many knew where they were.
She missed nursing, the connection it gave her to her son. Using bottles was a hassle, though she knew it would be more so if she were a Muggle. Bottle-feeding gave James a chance to nurture his son, plus it let him share in the late feedings while she tried to get some sleep.
Lily continued to watch over Harry, her heart seeming to beat in time with the rise and fall of his chest.
The light dimmed, and a floorboard creaked as James came up behind her, hands sliding along her waist.
She leaned back into him, smiling softly as her head rested on his shoulder, nestling into that familiar spot against his neck.
Peace washed over her.
No matter what was going on in the world, for tonight, there were safe.
James looked into the crib at his son, smiling. While people said Harry was the spitting image of him, he saw Lily in the way Harry slept- arms up next to his head, elbows bent so that his tiny fists pressed against his head near his ears, as if ready to block out any noise that might disturb his sleep. He’d caught Lily sleeping like that last night as he slipped back into bed after the 2 a.m. feeding. She’d kicked off the covers, and her raised arms pulled up the t-shirt she wore to bed. Thinking of it had James tighten his arms around Lily, reaching up to cup her breasts in his hands.
Lily smiled a flash of brightness in the dim room. She tilted her head to give him access, shivering as his breath whispered along her neck, biting her lip as the warm wetness of his tongue traced her earlobe. The stubble on his face sent sparks through her, tightening things deep inside her.
She slowly let out her breath as his beloved, familiar voice whispered
“It’s time for bed.”
Lily turned, followed him toward the light, holding tight to his hand and smiling at the promise in his eyes that they wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon.
