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"Mum," called Lily Potter, only four-years-old, and already pretty smart.
"Yes dear," said Ginny, coming over to her daughter's bed-side, and feeling the little girl's forehead.
She had dragon-pox and had been confined to her bed for a couple of days, tring not to scratch at the red-dots all over her small body.
"We hear stories about Daddy all the time, because that's what James and Al want to hear, but can I hear some of your stories?" Lily asked her Mum in one breath, reminding Ginny eerilly of Hermione when she was excited.
"Well the boys are out with your spending time campign with Uncle Ron, Rose and Hugo, so why not?" Ginny said, thinking fondly of her husband.
"Where's Aunt Mione?" asked Lily. "Oh, she's at a conference sweetie, some-sort-of convention-thingy for a couple of days..." Ginny said, looking out at the darkening clouds outside and wondering how the camping trip was going.
Rain began to pour down slowley when Ginny returned to her daughter's room with two mugs of hot coco.
"Marshmellows?" Lily asked her mum. "Yep, there all in there, :Lils," Ginny said cheerfully as she handed her daughter her mug and sat down next to her.
Taking a deep sip out of her own mug, she turned back to her daughter, snuggling closer to her.
"Mum! You'll get sick, too?" Lily said but Ginny only pulled her closer to her. "I had the dragon-pox when I was younger silly, so I can't get it again." She said laughing slightly as her daughter stuck her tongue out at her.
"What did you do when you were sick?" Lily asked her.
"Well my mum made me hot coco with marshmellows and she told me stories about my favorite person in the whole-wide-World!" she said.
"Daddy?" Lily asked giggling as her Mum nodded her head.
"But I want to hear stories about you Mummmy?" she said as her mum tickled her.
"Oh, but you've heard all my stories because most of mine our engrained in your father's as well," she said.
"Engrained?" Lily asked, tilting her head to the side in thought.
"Alot of out stories are the same, dear," Ginny said fondly as she tickled her daughter, making her laugh.
"But I want to hear them from your point of view!" Lily said, trying to tickle her mum.
"Well okay, then," Ginny said, dodging her daughter's fingers.
"Yeah!" Lily cheered.
"What story do you want to hear?" Ginny asked.
"When you first met Daddy!" Lily said, smiling brightly at her mum.
Ginny smiled as she leaned her head back into the pillows. "How I met your Daddy," she mused.
"How I met Harry," she said musing to herself as she turned to watch the rain fall down.
Turning towards her daughter again, she began her story...