April 30th, 1980
@fauvehoof
Antagonising Lord Voldemort in a proper war was something that few did and lived to tell the story. The Dark Lord always made sure that everyone of his enemies either perished or feared him, and at the moment James feared nothing else than Voldemort taking his family away.
They had spoken about it, not just amongst themselves but with the others, and the conclusion was clear, they needed to go into hiding.
It was hard, not only because James wanted to be out there, trying to help with anything he could, but because he had too much energy to be settled in a little house somewhere in England, not able to see much or any of his chosen family.
The days became a blur, and he tried his best to help in everything Lily might want or need, he studied in case they had to do a home delivery, he went on craving runs, he fixed the house, and made sure that every charm and spell was on and active. He even took gardening, that way he could help with some of Lily’s ingredients and not be always thinking of the war going outside of their little bubble.
He had been spending some time taking some of the plants needed for the next batch of potions, taking his gloves out he stepped inside the house and looked at his heavily pregnant wife leaning over the cauldron.
“Are we sure the fumes are good for the baby?” he asked half teasing, knowing that Lily was trying to do her best to keep herself distracted.
