Being the Boy-Who-Lived meant that Harry Potter was often mistaken for a steely war hero, covered in scars and rippling muscles. However, this could often be quite the opposite. And today, on his only daughter's wedding day, he was a mess.

Of course, when Adam Finnegan had turned up in Godric's Hollow twisting his hands unable to look into Harry's eyes, Harry knew that his little girl would soon be leaving him. He highly commended the bravery of Adam, who would have to face not only the affections of a father who had only one daughter, but also the wrath of two brothers and numerous cousins, all fiercely protective of their sister/cousin/daughter. Harry had given his blessing to Adam willingly after many scare tactics. Harry smiled as he waited outside his daughter's dressing room.

Seven months earlier

"Mr Potter sir," said Adam, his voice cracking as he addressed Harry.

Harry decided to have some fun with Adam, and so placed on the mask of stern father. He could tell Lily was listening at the door too, along with her mother.

"Yes," he answered, lowering his voice to sounds serious and dignified, trying to keep the smirk off his face.

"You must know that I love your daughter very much"

"Sometimes too much" said Harry "I'd prefer it if you keep your hands were I can see them at family dinners from now on"

Adam visibly paled and gulped, which made Harry chuckle, as he knew that Adam had only been holding Lily's hand under the table.

Adam decided to push on, although he was now trembling as he spoke

"I would like your permission to marry your daughter,"

Harry sighed deeply, getting up from his desk and walking around to stand directly in front of Adam, towering over him. Adam gulped again

"I could think of no-one better to protect my Lily," Harry said with a smile and watched as Adam visibly relaxed.

Lily's wedding day had come in a flurry of cakes and dresses. Harry had stood by as mother and daughter organised menus, guests, dresses and many other things that Harry had been told to just stay out of. Now the day had finally arrived, and Harry had to accept that his little girl was growing up.

Ginny, who was wearing a pale blue dress, matching some sash or something, poked her head around the corner.

"Lily's asking for you," she smiled, and reached out her hand to him.

Walking into the room, Harry nearly cried. His daughter, his beautiful Lily, who had bugged him as a six year old to play princesses, now looked like a character out of one of her books. Harry hastily wiped his eyes to clear away the tears and walked towards his daughter.

"Hi Daddy," she said

They both stood for a moment, taking each other in. She reached out to him and clutched at his suit, and Harry enfolded her in his arms, patting her back as she held him tightly. When they pulled apart, Harry pulled out the hanky that he had been keeping for this day.

"I thought I might need this," Harry said, waving the hanky "You will always be my Lily, the one who can keep her brothers in line and can read with me on a Sunday. I want you to have this,"

Harry pulled out a locket that had belonged to his mother, which Harry had found when searching through his parent's vault. Fastening it around Lily's neck, he said "It was your grandmother's"

Ginny once more poked her head around the door "Its time you two,"

Arm in arm, father and daughter headed out the door.