Lily Potter lay back in the bed, covered in sweat and absolutely exhausted.

"It's a boy!" called out the midwife. She wrapped the infant in a blanket and handed him to Lily. "Here you are, Mrs Potter."

James Potter, who was sitting on a chair beside the bed, stretched and yawned briefly before wrapping his arm around his wife.

"Harry James," Lily murmured, looking down at their son, who at that moment opened his mouth and began to bawl.

"Sounds just like his father," Lily joked, glancing at her husband.

"Hey!" James protested. "That sounds like Sirius more than anyone else I know." He reached out and took Harry, who was still crying, from Lily.

There was the sound of a door slamming a few seconds before Sirius Black and Remus Lupin came bounding in.

"There's my godson!" cried Sirius. "Who does he look more like, James? You or Lily? Hopefully Lily." James very carefully handed Harry over to him.

"On second thought," Sirius announced after a moment, "it is perhaps a bit premature to want to know whether he looks like you or Lily, because right now he looks like a potato."

"Sirius," Remus admonished, "he does not look like a potato." He took Harry from Sirius and stared down at him quickly. "He looks a lot like you, James, except he has Lily's eyes."

James looked over at his wife, who was currently lying back on the bed fast asleep, the midwife having finished all her business.

"Guys, be careful," James said. "Don't wake Lily up." He stood up and walked over to Remus, who handed Harry back over to him.

"I think," Remus said, "that we should probably leave you three alone for now. Send us an owl if you need anything and we'll be over in a pinch." He put his cloak on. "Come on, Sirius." They said their goodbyes to James and Harry and walked to the front door to go outside and Disapparate.

As James sat in the chair with his son in his arms he felt a huge pang of love for him and for Lily. He was determined to be the best father ever. Harry was going to have a wonderful life, a life just as great as the life that he had had. James wished that his parents wre still alive so he could thank them for everything.

Harry stirred in his sleep, then woke up, opened his mouth, and let out a loud cry. He really was shaping up to be a noisy baby, James thought, amused, and he'd only been alive for an hour or two already.

Lily turned over in her sleep, stirred and then sat up blearily. "What did I miss?" she asked, yawning.

"Sirius and Remus came over," James said.

"And?" Lily asked.

"Remus thinks that Harry looks like me with your eyes," James said. "Sirius thinks that he looks like a potato."

"Well," Lily said, "that very much sounds like something that Sirius would say." She paused for a moment and then quipped, "How come we made him godfather, again? Remus would have been much more responsible."   

James paused. "Um," was all he said.

Lily laughed. "I was joking, James. I just hope that Sirius becomes mature enough that we can trust him with Harry in five or ten years time."

James looked down at Harry, then over at Lily. Five or ten years seemed like a really long time, really far away. He couldn't wait to see what the years would bring.

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