It’s JKR’s. Inspired by Tomorrow from “Annie” by Charles Strouse and Martin Charnin
Lily Potter stood over her son’s cot and and gazed down at him. Like his father, he looked angelic when he slept; awake, however, it was a different story. Harry had inherited James’ mischievous streak, often aided and abetted by his Father and Godfather. Nevertheless, Lily wouldn’t have her boys any other way, despite how infuriating they could be.
She watched Harry stir, the settle as she put his favourite teddy bear into his arms. She feared for her son and what the future would hold for him. This war was taking it’s toll on them all. James and Sirius now spent their time planning and plots to take out known Death Eaters rather than the pranks they had been infamous for at Hogwarts. Remus, on the now rare occasions they saw him, looked worn and haggard. Peter was constantly setting her nerves on edge.
She heard a noise downstairs and went to investigate, shutting Harry’s bedroom door and pulling out her wand. She went into the kitchen to see her husband at the table. His hair was even messier than normal, his glasses lay in front of him as he rubbed his eyes and his clothes were crumpled and grubby.
“James?” She said tentatively. She knew something was seriously wrong just by the fact he didn’t jump up and give her a bear hug as he normally did when arrived home. He looked up at her, slowly putting his glasses back on. He smiled wanly and she saw that he couldn’t reach his eyes.
James sat looking at his wife; her bright red hair, her slender figure, her emerald green eyes that sparkled when she laughed and flashed when she was angry, He didn’t want to have to tell her the news. He knew exactly how her face would crumple when he did. How she wrap her arms around herself until he pulled her to him, when she would bury her face in his shoulder, gripping the back of his jumper like a child clutched it’s security blanket.
“What’s happened?” She asked, her voice coming out as a rasp as anxiety and fear took hold. “Is it Sirius?” she asked, not wanting to contemplate the effect that the loss of their best friend and their son’s godfather would have. James shook his head.
“No. It’s not Padfoot.” He told her quietly. “It’s Marlene.” Lily gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She had shared a room with Marlene McKinnon for seven years at school, and they had been good friends. She sank into the chair opposite James, and stared at him unseeingly.
“Marlene!” She murmured. It didn’t seem possible. Marlene had been a real live wire, often helping the boys with their pranks at school. She had always been a formidable witch, often annihilating her opponents in duelling practice. They had made a good team, working in perfect synchronisation during fights. It didn’t seem possible that she would finally be defeated.
“They got her whole family.” James added, softly.
“Oh God.” Lily murmured. “When?”
“Last night as far as Dumbledore can make out.”
“Does Sirius know?” She asked. Sirius and Marlene had had an on again, off again relationship since their fifth year at school. It was only Sirius’ rebellious streak and reluctance to settle down that had prevented then getting more serious. James nodded.
“Yeah. He took himself off on the bike when he heard. I’ve spoken to him through the mirror, but he wants to be on his own.” Lily nodded, knowing that this was a typical Sirius reaction.
Tears began to slide down Lily’s cheek, making her eyes glimmer.
“I can’t bear it, James!” she said at last, as he reached out and took her hand.
“Lils…” he began in a soothing voice. She shook her head vigorously.
“I can’t. All this worry and fear. Not knowing who’s going to be next. Not knowing whether you’ll be back from your next mission. What kind of life is that for Harry?”
“I mean it, James. Our child is growing up in a war. We don’t even know if we’re going to see him grow up!”
“You don’t know that, James. You don’t know that we’re going to survive. He’s nearly killed us in the past...”
“But he didn’t. Lily, this war is going to end, and Harry…”
“What if something happens to Harry?” James stood up and put his arms around his wife. She leant her head against him and he could smell her coconut shampoo.
“Sweetheart, we’re not going to let anything to Harry.”
“But…” She began.
“What’s that song you love? That muggle one about the orphan?” Lily looked up at him, confused. She wondered why he was bringing up a song sung by an orphan when she was worrying about her son being left alone.
“Tomorrow from Annie?” she asked. James nodded.
“Yeah, that one. The sun will come out, and all that.”
“What about it?”
“Things will get better, Lily. We’re doing this, we joined the Order, so that we can have a future with Harry. We just have to be positive and stick together, like Dumbledore always says.” Lily pondered his words and wiped her eyes, sticking her chin out stoically.
“You’re right.” She said. “You are. It’s just… I’m going to miss Marlene.”
“I know, Sweetheart.” He said gently, pulling her to him again.
“You go and find Sirius.” She told him eventually. “I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” He asked. She nodded.
“Of course. Bring him back here.” She said, thinking it would be good for all of them to be together. James smiled at her, kissed the top of her head and left. Left alone, she wondered back up to Harry’s room, his sleeping form making her feel calmer. The cosy nursery felt happy and safe. Without James to see her, she let the tears fall as she let the words from the song James had mentioned run through her head.
The sun will come out tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘til tomorrow, come what may
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