Lily had been lying on the couch in the front room, her feet propped up and a cool, wet towel on her forehead. The Daily Prophet article that morning had done nothing for the sense of foreboding that had wrapped itself around her when she heard about her friend and her daughter. Remus was understandably upset, as was Sirius, but she feared their anger would cause them to do something stupid. Sirius had a record for doing stupid things, and Remus was well on his way to getting a record, if his conversation with Bellatrix was any indication. She hated that she would need to stay out of things, if it came down to a fight, because it would be not only her life in danger, but that of her child's. There would be no talking James into letting her participate, she knew that much. But she wanted to help.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of her son. Harry's voice always brought a hint of a smile to her face, if only because he was quite possibly the most adorable and loving son a woman could ask for. His excitement drove her to her feet, through the halls, and into the doorway of Harry's room. Leaning against the frame, Lily had to shake her head. Harry was always playing with that ship these days.
"I see that, love. How many did he get this time?"