Just wanted to write something that popped into my head. Please enjoy.
If I owned the characters I'd live in a castle. My home doesn't have a tower so I guess I don't own em.
Please R&R.
She looked beautiful. When he saw her approach him he couldn't breathe. She looked slightly confused at his expression, but how could he express in words how stunning she was. Her golden red hair fell down her back in soft curls. Her pale cheeks were slightly flushed. He thought it just added to her beauty. Her eyes were outlined with soft charcoal, drawing your attention to the startling green pools. She walked slightly nervously in her heels. He smiled at this, which comforted her. She would always be his beautiful Lily.
Of course he always knew just how beautiful she was. From the first time he saw her he knew that she would blossom into a beautiful flower, just like her name suggested. Her petite frame and gentle features reflected her personality. All she did was care. All she wanted to do was help the world.
He loved her so much for so many reasons. So many different aspects of her. She was beautiful. He thought that she was beautiful in many, many ways. Everytime he saw her he discovered a new one. She came closer to him and smiled. That dazzling smile captured the hearts of many. This close to her, he could count the freckles covering her nose, cheeks and shoulders. Each a kiss from the sun. She spent years hating them, trying to cover them up. He was happy to see she had decided to embrace them today.
She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He held her close and smelt her flowery scent. The scent that very soon he would miss more than anything.
He always knew that she would be a heartbreaker. From the moment he first laid eyes on her he knew that she would become a beautiful woman. It was a mixture of her looks and her gentle, caring nature that made people fall for her. And now he knew that his heart was going to be the next in the long list of hearts she had broken in her time on Earth. He had known all along.
She pulled away and he watched her cousin, Rose, tend to her pristine white dress and hand her a bouquet of flowers. She smiled at him and offered him her arm. The music in the room beyond the doors in front of them began and she turned to him.
"You ready, Daddy?" she asked, a nervous smile on her face.
He put his arm around her and kissed her head gently. She hugged him and took a deep breath.
"Of course, my flower," said Harry Potter as he took his daughter's arm and led her through the doors, down the aisle and to the man who was going to take his daughter away from him for the rest of her life.