Harry turned to his wife who had a smirk on her face. Harry questioned, "What are you smirking at?"

"Oh, nothing. We just finally get some time alone," She lowered her voice, knowing that Harry couldn't not give in to it. A wicked smile spread over his face and Harry scooped her up into his arms, carrying her into their bedroom one floor up.

"Impero!" Voldemort yelled, applying the curse stronger. James screamed in pain. Voldemort hissed, "You will kill the man you call father." James gasped, his eyes round and large, "NO!!!" He lowered his voice and began to cry, "Dad...No! I WILL NOT KILL MY FATHER!!!"

James shook his head in his father's grasp, squeezing his eyes shut. He moaned, "Oh, god. God, no. AGH! I can't!" James began trying to talk to himself, telling himself not to do it, "I CAN'T!! No, I won't. It's too strong...I will not kill you!" "Fight it, son." Harry urged, "YOU are strong enough to fight it! Fight it!!"

Harry emerged from the bathroom, fully refreshed from his morning shower. He heard the soft padding of feet and moments later a small little red head girl stood in the door way. Her eyes were emerald green and her hair was an unbrushed mess around her shoulders in fiery red. Harry smiled. The little girl said happily, "Daddy!"