Always
"Dark wizards don't just exist here Gin. They're everywhere."
She rolled her eyes, a strand of her hair falling into her face.
"Maybe so, but whoever said you have to be the one to go after them? Haven't you done enough for the Wizarding world?"
He sighed softly, running his hands through his hair.
"Gin… I'll be fine. I always am."
He was already moving toward the door, and she followed him, casting a frown at the clock.
"Damn it Potter."
Her voice was soft. Now that they were out in the open in their house, she had to be quieter. She watched him freeze, stopping and turning to her, studying her face. She made an attempt to resist as he pulled her into a hug, but melted into him after a minute.
"Promise you'll be careful."
He nodded, stroking her hair as she pressed her face into his chest.
"I always am."
She broke away, looking down the hall. She watched her daughter, a child who had just learned to walk three days ago, toddle into the room unsteadily. She still hadn't gotten the hang of this walking thing, and kept falling down. She couldn't help but smile as the little girl moved toward her parents, curls and red hair that was a shade darker than her mother's shining atop her head.
Natalie looked up at them, a smile crossing her face as she saw them. Her dark green eyes seemed to brighten slightly, so that they were a bit closer to her father's shade. Everything about Natalie was like that of her parents, if not a bit darker in color. She was a pretty one, and Ginny was sure she would be a heartbreaker when she got older. She bent over and picked Natalie up, shifting her to one hip.
"And what am I supposed to tell Natalie when she's crying because she can't find you?"
Harry sighed as he looked to his wife and daughter, moving forward and slipping an arm around his wife's waist. He kissed Natalie on the cheek, and then looked to his wife, brushing his hand lightly across the side of her face.
"You'll tell her the same thing you always tell her. Daddy loves her, and he'll be back soon. After all Gin, two weeks isn't that long."
Ginny sighed, watching as Harry began walking toward the front door again. His good-bye was cold, but she knew that it was because he wasn't good with good-byes. He never had been. It was fine with her, because she wasn't good with good-byes either. She preferred homecomings.
She set Natalie down, watching as her daughter, who had just learned to walk three days ago, toddled after her father, who was already closing the door. Ginny saw her little girl's face look confused, but then turn to look at Ginny. Ginny wondered what was going on in her head. She knew that Natalie was at an age where her parents seemed to leave all of the time. For Natalie, this was just one of those times.
Mommies and Daddies left. The good thing was that they always came back. The little girl squirmed as her mother picked her up, wanting to be let back down onto the floor. Looking over at her mother, one hand reached out and brushed against the tears on her face. Natalie smiled as her mother laughed.
"Daddy will be back soon sweet-heart, and he loves you."
//Author's Note//
Okay, so the other day my dad was sent off to Iraq, and there was this little girl there, who became the inspiration for Natalie. This is no more than a short drabble, and is not meant to have an ending, or a proper beginning. If I come up with something else, I may update it to a new chapter.
-Kyla