James Potter’s POV - FF- New Update - Pg 8 - Page 6

Quietly, James slid out of the bed, so as not to wake his sleeping wife. He stood at the side of their bed and stared at the beauty that slept so peacefully. Motherhood suited her he thought to himself. She glowed whenever she held their son and even in the depths of sleep that glow still emanated from her.

She was exhausted, he knew from the sleepless nights and constant feedings and the million and one diaper changes, but he knew she loved it. She loved tending to their son as only a mother would love it. Taking a last loving gaze at her, James left the room and went into his son's.

His son. That still sounded strange to his mind. Who would have believed that he would be the responsible father. Him. The adventure seeking, rule breaking crusader. Sirius had been right, this baby had changed him, he thought as he entered the room. But not in a bad way, as Sirius had obviously meant it. James had changed for the better. He could no longer and would no longer think only of himself. Everything he did would be for Harry.

Approaching the crib, James noticed that little Harry wasn't asleep but wide eyed awake playing with his feet. That made James smile. Even Harry understood that Lily needed some rest and he didn't want to bother her with crying. Either that or he was just fed up of all the cooing over him all his waking hours and wanted a few minutes to himself. James thought that if he was Harry, the answer would be the second scenario.

Bending down, James gently lifted the cooing baby from the crib. Walking around the room to try and lull him back to sleep, James could do nothing but smile. The feel of Harry's heart could be felt through his sleeping outfit and that feeling warmed James on this cold night. This was a life that he had created. His blood ran through these veins. The strength of that feeling caused tears in his eyes.

The smell of the baby as he drifted to sleep in the safety of his father's arms was the most wonderful scent that James had experienced. The feeling of awe, that this child could feel safe with him, was stunning. This run of emotions that James had experienced since Harry's birth was never-ending. Each day a new, wonderful emotion crept up on him and he was overwhelmed. But through the awe, the fear , the happiness, the anxiety and even the awkwardness, the emotion that ran the deepest and from which all the other emotions sprang was love.

Never in his life had James experienced this all consuming love from the minute that his eyes fell upon Harry. This love that gripped him and never faltered but grew with each passing second. The incomparable strength of that love, guided James through this new, strange phase in his life. It guided him in this new responsibility that he holds.

Knowing that Harry was now asleep, James moved towards the crib and gently lay the sleeping baby down. Only then did he realize that Harry, with his little fist had been holding on to James' index finger as he slept. And James realized and loved the knowledge that not only was Harry holding his finger in his little fist, but also he was holding James' entire heart.