A/N: This was an accidental story of sorts, that evolved when I was lurking the Next-Gen Drabbles Tag (as per usual) and came across the prompt sunshine smiles from the wonderful Kicon.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter.
He remembers way back to when Lucy wasn't even born yet, when Audrey walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "guess what?"
Every month after that, he brought Audrey to the park for some father-daughter bonding time. He watched her grow in her mommy's womb and he thinks he has never felt so much love for a little girl who hasn't even been born yet. 9 visits to the park and 9 months later, he's rushing her to the hospital. He sits in the waiting room for hours, thinking of sunshine and smiles in the park, and all the things that he's going to do with his little girl. When they bring her out, Percy's sure his heart grew four sizes just at the sight of her.
Every month after that, he brought his little girl to the park for some daddy-Lucy bonding time. It had become something of a tradition for them. No matter the circumstances, every second Saturday of every month, he carried her to the park (walked hand in hand when she was old enough), they would play together, they would laugh together, learn together, togethertogethertogether. It was where he had taught her which flowers were poisonous when eaten and which were edible, like chrysanthemums and pansies (in which 3 year old Lucy tried to eat almost every yellow or purple flower in sight). He taught her about magic and about the noises that animals make. He taught her the Weasley-Potter family history and the different colours of the rainbow. And it was on the last daddy-Lucy bonding time before little (big) girl Lucy went off to Hogwarts, that he taught her all about the castle with its many hidden corridors, talking paintings, moving stairs and most of all, about the four houses. Percy Weasley may have been a Gryffindor through and through, but he's sure that no matter what house she gets into, he'd be happy for her – even if she does get into Slytherin (though he's almost certain she won't). When she sends a letter back home telling him that she's gotten into Hufflepuff, he doesn't think he's ever been prouder.
When she comes back for holiday, they go back to the park for old time's sake, and they tell each other everything that's happened since they last spoke (they never wrote letters, speaking was the only way to communicate for them). Slowly, as she got older and older, she started drifting away, becoming more attached to her friends and becoming quieter around him. Some holidays, she doesn't even come home so she could stay at the castle with her friends – and probably other boys that she won't ever admit to being friends with.
After she's graduated, she decides to travel around the world, and she doesn't even look back. But by then, he's gotten used to not having his little girl anymore.
He doesn't recognize her when she comes home less than a year later with an all-too-familiar boy that doesn't look foreign at all. She says his name is Lorcan, and that they found each other in Canada, of all places, and he remembers telling himself that he ought to get in touch with Luna again one of these days.
Days, weeks, months pass by and already little (big) Lucy is holding onto her father's arm, walking down the makeshift aisle; she decided to have it in their park. With tears in his eyes, he watches as she throws her yellow and purple bouquet into the group of screaming bridesmaids.
Years later, she returns again, but he doesn't remember her. He remembers sunshine and smiles in the park, but he doesn't remember her. You see, wizards are just as susceptible to diseases as muggles are, and Alzheimer's is no joking matter. But she brings him to the park every second Saturday of every month anyway, for some daddy-Lucy bonding time. Every time, they would laugh together, and they would learn together, as long as they were togethertogethertogether. She teaches him which flowers are poisonous when eaten, and which were edible (in which he's still smart enough to not eat every yellow or purple flower in sight). She teaches him about magic again, and the noises that some animals make. She teaches him the Weasley-Potter family history and tells him stories of all of his siblings, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren. She tells stories of Hogwarts, and he's awestruck when he hears about its hidden corridors, talking paintings, and moving stairs. Most of all, she tells him that he was a Gryffindor through and through, and how much he loved (loves) her.
And it was on the last daddy-Lucy bonding time before daddy went off to visit Dumbledore, that he remembers pushing little Lucy in the tire swing he made her, with pansies laced into her hair in a delicate crown. He remembers the ever-present sunshine when she was around and their shared smiles in the park. Right before he left the earth, they both shared a smile and a silent promise that they'd never forget the time that they spent togethertogethertogether.
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