You sat by the crib in the dimly lit nursery, your fiery hair softened in the gentle glow of the enchanted night-light that hovered above, casting a warm, magical shimmer across the room. Baby Harry lay nestled in a cosy blanket, his tiny fingers curled around the edge as he babbled up at you, his green eyes, your eyes, gleaming with wonder at every movement, every flicker of light.

A soft smile spread across your face as you reached down, brushing a gentle finger across Harry's cheek. He giggled, his laughter filling the room with the kind of joy that felt untouched by the shadow that loomed outside their little sanctuary. You marvelled at the tuft of dark hair sticking up on his head, already resembling his father’s unruly mop, and felt an overwhelming surge of love.

"Do you know how much I love you, little one?" You whispered, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "More than all the stars in the sky, more than all the magic in the world."

Harry kicked his tiny feet, reaching up to grab at your finger, his chubby face breaking into another smile. You chuckled softly, taking his little hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his tiny knuckles.