Maybe it was because I had been cooped up in our tiny house in Godric's Hallow, or maybe it was the gloomy weather that caused it. Whichever the reason, I found myself thinking back on the decisions I'd made years ago.
My mother had been a big fan of reminding me that life's decisions would just get harder as I got older. But, I didn't believe her. My priorities had changed a lot in the past few years. First, when I had married James. At that point in my life, I couldn't imagine anything more important to me than him. I would have done anything to protect him. He was my love, the other half of me. It wasn't hard to make the decision to marry him.
I looked down at the bundle in my arms, my little raven-haired son. He had changed everything when he was born. Now I had two reasons to live. Harry had changed my life so completely. I didn't know my heart could love so much. I had thought I was complete with just James. We had been happy just us two. But when Harry was born, we both suddenly realized there had been something missing.
Life had gotten much harder when we heard the prophecy. Our little son, the small little boy in my arms had such a hard life ahead of him. I knew that Voldemort wouldn't stop and that was why we were hiding, cooped up in this house, waiting for Dumbledore to come up with a way to defeat him.
That's where James was now, with Dumbledore. I wouldn't feel safe again until he was home. I stood and carried Harry up the stairs to his bedroom. I laid him in his crib and he automatically reached for the small broomstick. Sirius had given it to him on his first birthday. Harry loved to zoom around on it at night, chasing the cat around the house.
I watched Harry sleep for a while. He looked so peaceful; his unblemished face was serene in sleep. He didn't have a care in the world. He didn't know the turmoil that brewed outside his safe haven. I sighed and walked from his room back downstairs. I walked quietly to the front window; it was dark and raining outside. Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the surrounding houses.
Yes, Harry had changed my life completely. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him.
A silver stag galloped into the front room and I smiled.
"I'm home love." James's voice filled the room and quite suddenly my other raven-haired love walked in the front door.
I ran to him and threw my arms around him. "I've missed you!" I sobbed into his shoulder. I couldn't help it. I had been worried sick.
He pulled my closer yet, whispering into my hair. "You won't have to worry about me anymore. I've been told by Dumbledore to stay here. He says it isn't safe for me to leave anymore."
I pulled back and gazed at him. His voice was light, but I knew him better than that. He wouldn't do well cooped up in this house anymore than I could. James Potter wasn't a coward, nor was he the type of person to hide. He wanted to be out there hunting down Voldemort.
"I'm sorry dear." I answered softly.
He grinned sadly down at me. "You know me so well."
I smiled back. I did know him. He had been my best friend at Hogwarts long before we had fallen in love.
James pulled me close to him again. "Remind me why it took so long to realize how perfect you are for me?"