Aww isn't it sad that I don't own Harry Potter?
"Daddy! Daddy come play in the sand!" Harry Potter sat up on the towel he was sitting on to see his six-year-old daughter beckoning him to the waters edge.
It had been Ginny's idea to take the kids on a vacation. They all needed it. So Harry had taken the week off work and they had headed to the south of France, to a small cottage that Ginny had inherited from her Uncle Bilius. And now, they were out on the beach behind the house.
Harry stood up, and kissed his wife lightly on the forehead as she read her book, and headed over to where little Lily Luna Potter was waving for him. Her brothers were fighting over who made the better sand castle, and Lily was playing with her small plastic dolls.
"Daddy, will you build a castle with me?" she asked as he sat down on the sand.
"Of course flower," Harry smiled, brushing some hair out of his eyes, but it flopped right back in.
As they built their castle Harry continually moved his jet-black hair out of his way. Lily seemed to notice this, as on the seventh time this happen she stopped his hand.
"Here Daddy," she said, taking out her hair clip.
"Lily, Mummy will be mad if you get sand in your hair," Harry said, pinning her red locks out of her face again.
She reached her tiny hand up and brushed the hair out of his eyes, revealing the lightning bolt scar that had brought him so much pain in years past.
"Daddy what's that?" she asked, tracing her tiny finger over the scar.
"It's my scar," Harry said quietly. He hadn't had to say those three words in so many years.
"It's strange," she said. "Not like the one Jamie had on his knee. Or like the one Allie has on his chin. It's shaped funny."
"It is, isn't it?" Harry said.
"Yes," Lily nodded and pulled his hand towards the water.
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"Daddy! Daddy I need help!" Lily Potter dashed into the room holding a Chocolate Frog in her hand.
"Yes sweetheart?" Harry said, setting his Prophet down.
"Daddy will you open it?" she said, holding the package out in her hand.
"Of course love," he said. As he reached down to take the box from her hand she dropped the box and snatched his hand.
"Papa!" she cried, examining the back of his hand.
"What is it sweetheart?" Harry said with alarm.
"Your hand!" she said, pointing at the white writing on the back of his hand.
Harry gazed at it for a few seconds. "They're scars."
Lily turned her head, trying to read them. "I… Must… Not… Tell… Lies…"
"Very true love," Harry said.