Disclaimer: Last time I check, the sky hasn't fallen. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter. This is an attempt at trying to amuse myself and relieve the terrible boredom I'm suffering.
Feature: Scarhead and his daughter. (translate: Harry Potter and Lily Luna Potter)
Drabble HP/SCN/A-0001:
He watched as the children merrily laughing around their snowmen in Diagon Alley. It was an unfamiliar part of the alley he hadn't explored when he first set foot in the wizarding world. He hadn't had a chance to was, perhaps, a better way to phrase the situation. He watched, almost wistfully, as the tiniest child of the young group laughed at the simple pleasure of snow tangling in her dark hair; her laughter rang through the air like silver bells tinkling in the wind - so simple, so pure yet inexplicably charming and beauteous.
Suddenly, the light snow shower grew heavier and threaten to drown any and all in metres of snow. He stood up, dusted the snow off his cloak and a smaller one on his arms.
"Lily, let's go home."
"But Dad..."
He held the small cloak out expectantly. The child pouted, eyes glaring at him balefully. He tilted his head, amused at her antic behaviour. She rolled her eyes and laughed at him. He wrapped the cloak around his littlest and hugged her close.
"Kreacher will probably have hot chocolate whipped up by now. He adores you."
"Dad, it is an indisputable fact that everyone loves me. Unlike you."
"Cheeky brat."