You know, Harry,
Curly blonde princess hair,
Your father
Tan skin and long legs.
Looked just like you do now.
She was a stereotypical California girl.
But the eyes.
Those are your mother's.
A stormy, calculating, intimidating gray.
They would be so proud of you, Harry.
A strong gray that would protect what's important to her.
AN
This is just a drabble that's been in my head forever.