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Author: Aurora  Story: A Moment of Peace  Chapter: Default
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At 2:00 in the morning, Godric’s Hollow was quiet but for the soft whimpers coming from inside the nursery

Disclaimer: Places, names, and the whole Harry Potter world, sadly enough do not belong to me.  It’s all JKR’s, I’m just visiting!


A/N: The lyrics are by the Beatles, the greatest band to ever grace this planet!  The song is Hey Jude.  I don’t know if it fits very well, but I love that song and I thought I’d give it a shot. Kind of my first fanfic, so please be honest but constructive.   


A Moment of Peace


At 2:00 in the morning, Godric’s Hollow was quiet but for the cries coming from within the nursery.  James stumbled groggily across the dark hall and paused in the doorway to watch.  Four streams of pale moonlight poured through the half closed blinds, dappling the small bundle of blankets that was his 11 month old son.  The light illuminated a shock of unruly dark hair, much like his and startlingly green eyes still heavy lidded from sleep. 


‘Just like bloody clockwork,’ he mused as he walked to the crib and lifted out a very disgruntled Harry.  He had become quite the expert at this over the past months, and swiftly changed the dirty diaper.


“Come now, quiet down mate,” he said, trying to placate Harry with a stuffed toy dragon.  “Shhh, shh,” he whispered, jiggling his son on his hip to quiet him.  With his free hand, he switched the old radio on low and cast a silencing charm around the room.  Lily had insisted that they keep it instead of getting a new Wizarding Wireless.  She had even taken to wearing those earphones round her belly during her pregnancy-something she’d read in a Muggle Magazine.  A group of male voices launched into what he vaguely recognized as a Muggle rock song, thanks to Lily’s fixation.[AJD1] 



Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better…



Quiet Quite a pair of lungs, you’ve got there little Pronglet,” he remarked, chuckling slightly, after Harry’s cries had diminished.  If there was one thing James Potter could be sure of in these times, it was that every morning at precisely 2 a.m., he would be cheerfully awakened in this very manner.  Lily had dictated the task to him from the start, as she was ‘the one who took care of him at home all day’.  He couldn’t blame her either; it wasn’t an easy job, caring for an 11 month old.  Even with his grumbling, early morning protests though, the truth was, he treasured every second of it.  If you had asked him where he’d be now, ten years ago, he would never have counted himself so blessed-to be in love and married and a father!  Why, ten years ago, he’d still been concentrating on the   upcoming Quidditch match and whether to hex or charm the former part of that blessing.  The corners of his mouth twitched as memories flooded him….







Hey Jude, don’t be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better…




“Oi, c’mon Evans!” James shouted after Lily, jogging to keep up with her brisk steps retreating up to Gryffindor tower.


“It was just a little joke!  We were ju-


“It was cruel and uncalled for.”  Lily paused in her reprimand as Severous Snape stalked by with the head of Slytherin house[B2] ,[AJD3]  obviously the target of a nasty hex which left long, greasy, black locks squirming atop his head, accentuating his already oily, unwashed, hair. 


“Detention, in the dungeons, for a week, starting tonight!” hissed the Professor.


James swore under his breath, not to be missed by Lily who automatically scolded him for it.  “It’s your own fault.”  Damn, she could be really irritating, he thought, but just as he turned his head and opened his mouth with a nasty retort on the tip of his tongue, he saw her.  He had moments like this more and more often lately-moments where things seemed to pause, and all thoughts and words fled beyond his grasp, like droplets of water slipping through his fingers.  All except one.   The midday sun streaming through the high windows reflected off the copper crown of her hair, mesmerizing him.     


“James?  James!”  Jolted from his reverie, he realized he must have been staring when Lily gave him a strange look, blushing slightly.  He muttered something about Quidditch practice, and turned around to go back outside, trying not to run.  Now the thoughts ran rapidly and clearly through his mind with a dawning comprehension…




James was brought back to the present by the touch of a small pudgy hand on his face; his smile was interrupted by a great yawn which only succeeded in making Harry giggle and gurgle more.  “Think this is funny, do you, mate?” he teased, still holding and rocking Harry to sleep in his arms.  No, James was most certainly not a morning person by nature, but despite the fact, hearing his son every morning was somehow reassuring.  Times were Dark, and he knew he was one of the lucky ones.  He would gratefully wake up to his son’s cries, next to his wife, for the rest of time if it meant that they were all alive and well.  But he also knew things could very well change for the worst at any time.  Voldemort had targeted the Potters, and so, tomorrow night the Fidelius Charm would be cast. 


After that, it’s into hiding until it’s ‘safe’, no more missions for the Order, he thought.  Safe, no one was even sure if it would ever be safe again in the near future.  The whole bloody situation was maddening; he could still recall quite clearly the conversation he’d had with Dumbledore not a week ago.




“The wizarding world can’t stay like this much longer!  I need to be out there doing something about it.  I can make sure Lily and Harry are safe, and then I’ll come back-“, James said anxiously before he was cut off. 


“James, Voldemort has targeted you.  Lily and Harry need you.  You must go into hiding at once; the Fidelius Charm is your best option.  I can be your secret keeper, and your location will be more than safe.”


“I know, I know, Lily and I have talked about that charm;  we both know that we can trust you,” James replied dejectedly, running his fingers through already messy hair.  “I appreciate that, I really do.  I would  do anything for them…whatever it takes to keep them safe, and Lily would too for Harry’s sake.  But you’ve got enough to be going on with; I couldn’t ask this of you too.  Sirius maybe…”


“James, are you sure-?”


“Yes, Sirius would do it, and we’ll be well protected.  He’s the only person, save for you and Remus, who Lily and I would trust with this.”   




And anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders…



James had Disapparated straight to Sirius’s home shortly after.  Despite that, tomorrow, it would be Peter coming over. ‘Sirius should be the one doing this.’   James thought back on how Sirius had come to him and Lily at the last minute, only two days ago.  Sirius had managed to dissuade them both from using him as the Potter’s Secret Keeper, and to instead use Peter, as he would be a much less obvious choice to Voldemort and the Death Eaters.  Peter had agreed instantaneously and the date was set.



For well you know that it’s a fool

Who plays it cool
by making his world a little colder…



Despite his reluctance to hide when the world they knew was in such impending danger, he had a family to look out for now, and he would never do anything to jeopardize them.  He was one of the lucky ones.  He had his beautiful wife, the love of his life, sleeping safely in the next room, and he held, in his arms, a miracle with emeralds for eyes and untidy raven hair. 



Hey Jude don’t let me down
You have found her

Now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start

To make it better…



He moved to sink down in the battered, old rocking chair he and Lily had inherited from his parents’ house and cradled Harry in his arms, rocking gently.  For that moment, there was no war raging beyond these walls, no dark wizards, no looming threat.  There was only a father and his son and one of those rare moments of peace. 


In a smooth voice, he sang softly along with the radio and Harry’s eyelids began to droop, “Hey Jude don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.  Remember to let her under your skin, then you’ll begin to make it better…”   






A/N:  A huge thank you to my beta Heather (Felina Black), it may have taken a while, but we finally got it up here! :P  and to my sistas and SAS peeps, you know who you are, if you hadn’t encouraged me too, I never would’ve submitted it here. J *muah!* luv ya!

 [AJD1]Would the Wizarding Wireless play Muggle songs?  We don’t really know from the canon, but it was a question that came into my mind as I read this.  Maybe it could be a Muggle radio that Lily insisted on keeping in the house?  Just a thought…

 [B2]Do we know the name of the head of house when Harry’s parents were in school?  I have a feeling we do, but I couldn’t seem to find it when I was skimming the book. 

 [AJD3]No, I couldn’t find anything that indicated who the head of Slytherin House was when Snape was a student..

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