Craves all kinds of muggle foods leaving James in a constant confused panic in muggle grocers.
Sings to her belly every night.
Crying over everything. Like James comes home one night and she’s standing in the hallway with her head against the wall tears running down her cheeks because she couldn’t reach to tie her sneakers to take the trash out. Then she was so tired from trying she couldn’t get them off.
James tries so hard not to laugh, and he can usually stop himself because when he does 9/10 it doesn’t make it better.
Sleeping is so hard and she often sleeps on the couch in some ridiculous position with Padfoot curled up on her stomach because that’s the only way Harry stops moving. Ever.
Always a hot mess. Always.
Still cries over everything like not being able to find Harry’s blanket to burp him. James quietly points out its on her shoulder.
Still sings to Harry every night.
Sleeps in the rocking chair in the nursery many nights.
“DON’T touch that, Harry James Potter, okay fine, just don’t eat it, please? .. no I said DON’T eat it!”
Constantly telling the boys not to fuss over him so bad when he tumbles, he is looking for a reaction.
But in private coddles and kisses his every bump and mark better.
Still sings to him every night after James reads him a bedtime story.
James, lily and their cat join Harry for his bedtime routine every night.
Lily with a impatient ten year old:
Having to remind him every day how long until his eleventh birthday.
Constantly cleaning up Harry’s messes, his obviously very strong accidental magic accidents.
Breaking up group chats where James, Sirius, Remus and Peter all tell Harry stories about their time at Hogwarts.
“Don’t listen to your dad and uncles, you’ll be mum’s good boy right? Right, Harry?”
Listening to Harry ask questions about Hogwarts and say things like “and when auntie Minnie, oh I mean, rem, professor McGonagall” knowing this little boy will have a very special time.
Still sings to him, usually against his will, every night. Sometimes once he’s already asleep.
Lily with a seventh year:
“Harry James Potter, you did what in your dorm room!?”
“Harry winning the first game of the year? And within the first ten minutes!? We are so proud of you!”
“Harry auntie Minnie wrote to tell me about your excellency in defense, my Wonderful boy”
Stands in his room each night before bed and quietly sings his favorite lullaby before turning out the light to go find her husband.
Lily with an auror in training:
“Oh James, why haven’t we heard from him, I hate worrying but couldn’t he have been a herbologist like Neville?”
James constantly reminding her that there is no true danger to the wizarding world and he’s just busy.
Harry calling home and pretending not to hear the utter panic in his mum’s voice while reassuring her he’s just fine.
Holding the phone to her chest each time she says goodbye and silently singing that same favorite lullaby.
Fretting over every last detail to the point she almost walked into the wedding in her pajamas.
Doing up Harry’s cufflinks and kissing his cheek before going to find her seat.
Spinning around the dance floor holding her favorite human close.
The song ends and a clip of Lily singing Harry’s favorite lullaby plays over the speakers. A clip James had taped without Lily knowing. Harry pushes his forehead against his mum’s as they finish the dance her eyes filling with tears.
Spoiling them every chance she gets.
Sleepovers with each of them individually. Doing makeovers. Having pretend duels running around the house and dodging behind furniture.
Falling asleep with a newborn on her chest while a very tired Ginny gets a little shut eye.
Singing that same lullaby to her little one’s every chance she gets.
One night little James tells her that “that’s Daddy’s song nan” explaining to her that Daddy sings it to him each and every night.
Standing on the platform as her last little darling kisses her and says “I’ll see you at Christmas nan, I love you”
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