Hello, all my lovely's. This is a small Christmas fic that I have been wanting to do for a while. Theres not much to it but its a cute little story. I hope you like it and I would really enjoy reviews. Happy Christmas everyone.
Harry looked at the little five-year-old that he had grown to love so much. His little girl. He'd been living in the muggle world in the United States and was going to send his daughter to an American wizarding school. He didn't want anything to do with the wizards of Britain any more. Not after they had all turned their backs on him.
His little baby girl had jade, green eyes, just like her father, and long black hair that fell down to her waist in a straight waterfall of ebony. She had a fare complexion and a cupid's face that any one would die for. She was a beautiful little girl. Her name was Kayleigh Elaine Potter.
Harry was putting her through muggle schools, so she would learn the basics before moving on to becoming a witch. She loved school and loved to learn but hated to get up in the morning. She would live her life in the dark of night if Harry would let her. But she was forced to get up every day and go the horrid asylum known as elementary school. Luckily her best friend was there every day to cheer her up.
Harry watched the snowfall outside the front window of the house. It was the first snow of the year, his favorite time of the year. He wanted to wake up Kayleigh but knew that she'd just tell him to go away and then go back to sleep. He sighed and chuckled a bit to himself. He would let her be for now but he knew that when he started to bake the cookies, she'd be up like a shot. The sent of chocolate chip cookies always made her shoot out of bed faster that a horse out of the shoots. He pulled his hands in to the sleeves of his hoodie, crossed his arms, and walked out to the kitchen to start the cookies and breakfast.
Today he'd dressed in a pair of baggie blue jeans and a large black hoodie, his hair had grown to his shoulders, and he wore black socks on his feet. He had the heat turned on but he liked to where the hoodie because it had been his habit during his midnight walks at Hogwarts and he'd never fallen out of it. He loved the feel of being enveloped by the material. It was like a permanent hug to him.
He pulled out the ingredients and began to mix the batter. He loved cooking, even though it reminded him of his life at the Dursley's, he couldn't help but be thankful that his life had been as it had. With out the Dursley's beating him and making him their slave, he would never had gained his ability's to heal far more quickly than any human should, or to take an unbelievable amount of pain before it got to him, or his ability to levitate with out using magic of any sort, but just the power of his mind. He didn't like using magic any more; he preferred the use of his minds power. It was more challenging and more fun to use his mind instead.
He actual was a very accomplished magician. He loved to perform for Kayleigh and her friends and people around town would hire him for birthday parties and the like. He tried to meditate every night but it had been hard when Kayleigh had been a new born. He made it by though. He had a room set up so that he could keep his body in shape and his mind at the same time. His friends thought he was weird but he knew that they had never tried. One of his only idols in magic was actually Criss Angel. He held the world records for, the longest body suspension, the fastest strait-jacket escape, the longest time submerged under water, he's the only man to win Magician of the Year twice, and he holds the world record for the fastest Metamorphosis ever preformed. Harry watched his show "Mind Freak" every week and was constantly trying to learn something knew.
While he mixed the cookies together, he thought about the last time he'd been to Hogwarts. He'd discovered that the Chamber of Secrets was really nothing like that at all. It had turned out to be Salazar Slytherin's home, and the sink in the girls bathroom had been a quick way to get home for emergencies. In fact, Harry and his daughter were currently living in that house. He'd fixed it up over his final year of school, but when he'd found out he was pregnant he'd packed up and left. He'd already defeated Voldemort and had nothing left for him there. So he'd left. It didn't help that Kayleigh's biological father had basically told him to 'Fuck off' instead of taking responsibility and helping him raise her.
Soon enough he was pulling cookies out of the oven and setting them on a rack to cool. He looked at his watch and started to count the seconds until he would here Kayleigh coming into the kitchen.
"Three, two, one."
"Cookies!" came a squeal of delight from the door.
He smiled as Kayleigh came down the stairs, still dressed in her red and black-checkered nightgown. Her long hair was messed and her face held an expression of pure joy at the thought of Christmas cookies.
"Get your hair and teeth brushed and we'll talk left over cookie dough." Said Harry.
She squealed again and raced up the stairs to do as she was told. For some reason she understood a deal better than a bribe. She definitely didn't get that from him.
Harry heard the back door open and turned to see who had come over. He usually told people to come in the back way, as using the front of the house was just stupid. They didn't use it at all, he preferred to use the back parlors and the kitchen but he did try to keep the ballroom looking nice incase it was needed.
His heart stopped in his chest when he saw who was standing there. The last person he had ever wanted to see again. In all his dark and brooding glory stood, Severus Snape.