Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I never have and probably never will, no matter how much I wish I did. It belongs to JKR and the WB, and Bloomsbury etc etc

My Little Angel

You're so tiny. Hello, my little angel.

The doctor tells me you have my face. You poor boy.

I had hoped you would get your father's looks.

Your father looks at me and smiles one of those smiles that makes me goes weak at the knees.

I'm tired, so tired, but I manage a weak smile back.

It's been a long day, but it's been one of the best of my life.

As you finish feeding your father takes you out of my arms

He says it's his turn to hold you, I've been holding you for the last nine moths

I drift into a contented sleep.

My little angel, so talented.

Only a year old and you can already levitate your bear.

You've got your father's talent. And my sense of mischief.

It's your birthday today.

We're having a party for you later.

Molly is bringing her tribe along.

I had hoped that the Potters would bring Harry. He would have enjoyed a party.

But it's too risky.

You smile at me and my heart melts.

Oh, how I wish that these days of darkness were over, for your sake

My little angel

It's been a while since I last saw you.

I'm sorry the bad men came and took us away from you.

I'm fine in here.

I wish I could be there to see you grow up.

Your grandmother says you haven't done any magic.

I wish you would.

She says you've gone quiet.

I used to love it when your grandmother told us about your antics when she babysat for you.

I'm sorry I can't hold you, my body hurts.

Maybe next time it will be better.

I love you my little angel

Oh my little angel.

But you're not little anymore

I wish I could talk

You're older now

I see the pain in your eyes when you look at me

I wish I could tell you that I'm sorry

I wish I could tell you how I feel.

I know that it doesn't seem like it but I do know you.

Here, have another present my little angel.

You're the only one I ever give them to.

It's time for your to leave now, but I don't want you to.

Please don't go.

Oh, look you're talking to some people.

One of them is trying to get a glimpse of us.

I hear your grandmother telling them about us.

He stops, mortified.

I'm sorry that I caused that look.

I'm sorry that you feel embarrassed

I see that you're not comfortable.

I wish I could help you.

I know.

I walk over to you and hand you another sweet wrapper.

I'm sorry, my little angel,

But it's the only way I have to show you that I care.

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