He stared at her.

Her breaths were steady and true.

Her eyes were closed but moving behind her eyelids.

The pillow was stark compared to her red hair.

She was his.

Forever.

It was nonsense.

It was insanity.

It was real.

She belonged to him.

He looked down into the face of his beloved.

She murmured something he couldn't catch.

He leaned down closer.

Then: "Stop staring at me you creepy git."

He barked with laughter.

She laughed too.

They smiled at each other.

He couldn't help himself, "How is your first morning as a Potter?"

"Pretty brilliant."

He grinned and kissed her hard.

Lily Potter, his wife.

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