Dad
As he picks the bundle of joy up, into his arms, he can't think but wonder how something as amazing as this could happen to him.
The turquoise haired baby starts to cry, and he cradles it, comforts it.
His beautiful wife is in the next room, relaxing, resting. After the gruelling labour she went through, she deserves to rest.
He peered down at the baby's face; he cannot believe that this is his son, his baby. Someone he could be proud of, someone he could love.
He was a poor, dangerous, werewolf, but he had finally made a family. He had a wonderful wife, a beautiful baby. How could things have turned out like this for him?
When he was younger, he would fantasise about having a family of his own; knowing his wish would never come true. It just shows that you should follow your dreams, until they all come true.
If someone would have told him ten years ago this would be his future, he would have laughed bitterly in their face.
But this was his present, his future. He will not cowardly run from his family now, his love for them was overwhelming.
All it took was a seventeen year old boy to make him come crawling back to where he truly belongs. Amazingly, his wife accepted his grovelling apologies. She did not deserve him, but that was all in the past now.
The baby stirred in his arms, needing attention. He looked down at his exquisite face, taking in his gorgeous features. It seemed impossible to think that this tiny person had only been on the Earth around two hours, but the love he felt for him was overpowering.
He gazed down at the beautiful, delicate boy, and realised that there is no way to describe the feeling of when you look down a little person, and you know that you are his Dad.
Random, and I don't really like it that much, but I had to write it. Please review; reviewers will get a prize of spending a holiday with anyone in the Harry Potter world. Anyone! ;)