Disclaimer: I own no rights to these character, as most come from J.K. Rowling. only the brightest Writer of her age!
Author note: this is my very 1st ff. I hope I'm doing this right. Any feedback is welcome, even if it's just to tell me what I'm doing wrong. i'll start off with this bit and depending how it goes, I'll continue.
She sat alone in a quiet room slowly rocking her infant son. She looked down at his angelic face swept with wisps of blond hair. Soon he was fast asleep. She stood, gingerly kissed his forehead, and placed him in his cradle beside her.
She slowly walked over to the window across the room. Pressing her hands and forehead against the cool glass, she peered into the yard below. Spinning in a circle, hand in hand, in the green grass, was a tall, slender, suave man and a 4 year old little girl. Both of their bright blond hair sparkled in the sunlight as the spring wind blew through it. The little girls bare feet kicked back and forth as her father slowly spun her.
The woman stepped out the front door and into the warm June sunshine. She approached the pair with a big smile. Her husband and daughter who she loved more than the universe itself. Her husband stood their little girl on the ground and turned to her. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a tight embrace. A lock of her hair had come loose from her braid, and he swept it behind her ear. His cold steel eyes locked onto her silvery orbs. So much love and passion emanated from his eyes.
She felt a small tug at the base of her blouse. She looked down into exact replicas of her own eyes. Blond ringlets hung wildly over the small grinning face.
"Mummy" the small girl giggled as she reached up. The woman picked up her daughter and tossed her into the air. The little girl squealed with laughter as her mother threw her into the air over and over.
Not sure if this is long enough, but if the reviews go okay i'll right more on this story. It does get more interesting.
