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Legacy
"S-sir?" The young man squeaked out looking at the imposing figure in front of him. His mind was racing a mile a minute knowing that his very future likely hinged on this moment and the statements he utters next.
The large burly man says nothing but just raises one eyebrow in response, silently urging the younger man to go on.
"W-well s-sir, y-you see…" Then he stops takes a deep breath, and remembers exactly what he's doing this for, who he's doing it for. After calming himself down and steeling his resolve, the young man continues.
"That is, Sir, I just wanted to tell you that I am deeply in love with your daughter, and for some reason I find myself in the lucky position that she loves me back. I don't what it is I must've done in a past life, or who I must've done the right thing for, but someone above saw it fit for me to find my soul mate and I am eternally grateful. Now sir, that I have found her, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do the most selfish thing I've ever done and never let her go. I understand she is your baby girl and I never want to come between that, however, I simply don't think I can live without her anymore, nor do I want to try. She means the world to me, and until the day I die I will continue to try and give her the moon and stars. Because to me she's the most precious thing around, the most precious thing there will ever be. I guess what I'm trying to say is sir, I'm planning to ask your daughter for her hand in marriage, and I like your blessing," and as if the very speech knocked the wind out of him, the young man slumps back in his seat exhausted.
Mr. Parkinson is speechless, and although he'd never admit it, slightly teary eyed. Any objections he would have had (not that he really had any in the first place) for this boy, rather man, to marry his daughter would have been wiped out by that passionate speech. Still like any good Slytherin father he keeps his mask of indifference on to let the young Gryffindor sweat it out. As he sits there impassively watching the nervous sweat pool on the young man's forehead, he smirks inwardly and decide it's time to put him out of his misery before his wife who was so obviously eavesdropping cuts them both off by bursting in to hug Harry while smiling through her tears.
"Honestly Charles! Stop playing the overprotective father role and tell him yes already, we both know you were ready to say yes the moment Harry here owled us saying he'd like to speak!" Mrs. Parkinson scolds effective blowing his cover.
Harry on the other hand is too elated that they were actually saying yes, to even notice the prank that was played on him. "You mean it? You guys approve?" He asks sheepishly.
Charles says nothing in response at first, only taking off his wedding ring and collecting his wife's, before walking over to Harry and depositing them both in his hand, before finally replying.
"These were my parent's wedding rings. They have been passed down to the firstborn male in my family for over 250 years. With us not having a male heir, I was afraid that the Parkinson line would die out to whatever unworthy male my daughter would marry. I am glad to see that isn't the case, so I would be honored that when she says yes, and the date of the wedding comes, you use these rings and continue the Parkinson tradition, so that it may live on, even if the name shall not."
For the second time in about ten minutes, Harry is speechless. Eventually, he catches himself, and accepts the rings, closing them tightly in his hand before stating,
"Sir, don't you worry, the Parkinson name will get their heir, just as the Potter name will. I will not allow your legacy to die." Before apparating away with a smile.