She made sure to blink away her irrational tears before she pulled back, combing her fingers through the fringe of his hair, although she knew it would do no good. "You're going to be all right, aren't you?"
Sirius and James didn't see Harry the same way she did. Her son had literally been her life. The three of them, they had their suspicions, made their pacts. But Lily knew with the kind of knowing that caused birds to return to the same nests each year or caterpillars to entomb themselves in their cocoons that her life revolved around her son's. And she would give her life all over again if it meant Harry's safety.
"Ah, of course you are," Lily said, changing tactics and ruffling through Harry's hair, the soft strands tickling her as his usual wild array became even wilder.