A/n: Hey all, this is my first Harry Potter fanfic; tell me how you like it. Reviews are welcome!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, it all belongs to J.K Rowling!
Harry Potter was perfectly content. His life was at it's high point. He loved his job, his house, and most of all, his family. Ginny, James, Albus, and Lily. On top of that, Ron was his brother-in-law, Hermione his sister-in-law, and the entire Weasley family his family as well. Teddy Lupin was his godson. Life was good.
Harry opened his eyes, images still playing in his head. He had been dreaming of a long time ago, when he lived his days in a small cupboard under the stairs at his Aunt and Uncles house.
Harry shook his head. He had bigger things to worry about than bad dreams. He got up, glancing at his sleeping wife and smiling silently. He could still hear Aunt Petunia rapping her knuckles against the door of the cupboard, screaming at him to wake and wash the car at the age of eight.
Splashing water on his face, Harry drove the thought from his mind. He walked to the kitchen, taking care to move quietly down the stairs. In the kitchen, he drew his wand. He swished it through the air in a small circular motion, and everything was instantly alive. Coffee was brewing, eggs cracked themselves over pans and bacon laid itself on the skillet, sizzling delightfully. Harry always enjoyed magic, grinning to himself at the sight.
"Morning dad." Harry jumped and turned around. Lily was standing in the kitchen in her pajamas. She was Harry's youngest child and only daughter.
"Good morning darling. Sleep well?"
"Yeah. Has Al sent a letter? He said he would."
"Not yet Lil. I'm sure he will soon though. Eggs?"
Harry watched as his daughter sat down. At nine years old, she was already reminding Harry of Ginny. She had flowing red hair, but had her fathers green eyes.
"I'm off work this Friday. How about we have a family outing?" Harry asked as he hovered a plate over to the table.
"Can we invite Teddy?" Lily asked.
"If he isn't busy, I don't see why not. Send him an owl," Harry said, kissing his daughters forehead.
Grabbing a coffee for himself, he walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of powder from a small tin.
"Give your mother my love," Harry said, smiling.
Lily said she would, and Harry threw the floo powder into the fireplace he was standing in.
"Ministry of Magic, London!"
The fireplace erupted in green flames, and he was gone.
I know it's short, but it's going to get longer, this was just a start.