Hi all , by public demand (I've always wanted to say that) 😆 I wrote a follow up piece. This is not as well written as before (as I have been busy studying and I just did this for a break) but I hope you all like it just the same. Enjoy.
This is before the last part so I guess this is Part 2.5 😆
Before Harry.
It was luck. Pure and simple. James knew that he was alive today largely due to the fact that he was lucky, with great, loyal friends, who would stand and fight with him to the end of time. How else could he explain the reason he and Lily had battled He Who must not be named on three separate occasions and still be, battle scarred but alive. He was no hero. He was just lucky. Maybe he had another purpose in life, they were not meant to die this day, destiny had other plans for him.
Without the support of his friends and fellow members of the Order, both James and Lily would be nowhere. No, he was no hero. He was just an ordinary man surrounded by extraordinary people in the fight for survival. The Order will not give up. He will not give up. Goodness will win in the end. Good will triumph in this timeless battle of good versus evil. Dumbledore believed that and he believed that, especially now that Lily had given him the happiest news of his life. He was to be a father!
A father! He thought to himself unbelievingly. It was a bittersweet revelation for him to know that he would be gaining a child, a joy, but he would have to bring him or her into a world of war. No he will fight for his child, for a better world for his family.
Maybe it will be a girl, he thought to himself now, staring at Lily who slept beside him. With frills and dresses who would give him sweet kisses. He smiled. She would look just like Lily, with skin soft and fair like cotton and have hair like his, long dark hair. She would be smart and sassy, like her mother . She would be a healer, gentle and sure.
Or maybe, it would be a boy, who looked like him, but with his mother's eyes, those soulful and pure green eyes. He would be mischievous, and brave. He would be a star Quidditch player of course, just like him, maybe even play for England internationally. Whoever this baby turned out to be, one thing was set already, this baby will be happy, safe and loved. He would make that his duty, till he took his final breath, for his life was not as important as the life of this child, his child.
Thinking that, he kissed his wife's forehead, careful not to wake her, and drifted off to sleep with a smile in his heart for his unborn child. I like the name Harry, James thought as he drifted off to sleep. A good, strong name.
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