Lily Potter sniffed holding her newborn son in her hands. Her husband James stood next to her, sobbing. She smiled at the little baby and bopped him on the nose gently with her finger. Sirius sat next to James rubbing his back. "What are you going to call him?" he asked. Remus rolled his eyes. "Probably something stupid knowing James." Peter quickly nodded with him.

James shook his head. "No. Lils and I actually had an idea. Do you remember our Seventh Year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

Sirius snorted. "What Professor Smith?" James nodded. "He helped me ask out Lily the time she actually said yes. He helped me become more sensible."

Remus nodded. "He was one of the most amazing teachers we have ever had. That Patronus was... Wow.... And the fact that his boggart was Death itself."

James wiped a tear. "I miss him. He was almost like a.. This feels weird but either a father or a son to me?"

Sirius snorted. "He was older than you." James smiled sadly. "Yes, but I always felt connected to him." Lily nodded. "Same. He once came to me for advice instead of me going to him!"

James and Lily looked at each other. "What was his first name?" Lily asked. Peter frowned. "Wasn't it.. Harry?"

James nodded. "Yes it was!" Lily passed the baby to James and he held the child rocking it gently.

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.."

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sᴏɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛.

sᴏɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.