Ginny stared out the open window at the sunlight streaming through the leafy oak at the bottom of the garden. It was spring, and the air was warm as it breezed through the window.

All too soon, James's loud voice would be heard screaming and giggling as he and his father made their way back from the village. But for now, all was peaceful and calm as she watched the gentle wind dance through the flourishing garden.

Albus, who was cradled against her chest, stirred a little in her arms, capturing her attention.

As her eyes trailed over his small face, flushed with sleep, she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Her hand underneath his head, gently curled into his little mop of heavy, black hair. He truly was his father’s son, she thought. From the alarming rate of his hair growth to the shape of his almond eyes his resemblance to Harry was profound.

Quite secretly, she had been hoping that soon the blue of his eyes would turn green. She knew it would please Harry to know that his mother’s eyes would live on and maybe Albus would be the one to have them.

As her gaze travelled to his eyes, she found them open, wide and alert.

“Hey, Al...” She murdered, lightly sweeping the downy hair from his forehead. “You’re up.”

Albus blinked, taking in his mother’s face. Then, his small hand stretched out and took hold of a piece of Ginny’s hair, which had been trailed down her neck. His grip tightened, and Ginny found herself tugged forward. She smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Suddenly, the quiet was punctured with a high-pitched squeal; Ginny looked up and saw James tottering down the garden path outside, his father trailing behind him. Harry had an amused expression on his face as he swept James up and into his arms. When his eyes fell on Ginny at the window, Harry beamed.

Ginny smiled back and lifted Al in her arms, so that he too could see out into the garden. Albus gurgled for a moment at the sight of his Father and brother, and then for the first time, Ginny saw her son smile. It was bright and heart-warming.

It was Harry’s smile.