Chapter One
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– Daddy, I'll always be your princess.
Charlie could remember the exact moment Estelle was born. Hermione had talked him into dropping by the dragon reserve after getting a call from Thomas, who was on head duty that night. He said that the pregnant Dragon Charlie had been caring for for all those months had finally gone into labour. He responded that he couldn't come because his wife would be going into labour any day now, herself. Hermione scolded Charlie and all but pushed him towards the floo.
He had birthed the baby dragon; he had put that specific dragon under special care as this dragon was one of three of the thousand species of dragons that birthed live babies, other than eggs. He saw Flora running towards field where he was standing.
"Hermione's in labour!" She yelled to him once she was in earshot. His head shot around to face her and she had a large grin on her face. His face paled.
"Is this baby night?" Thomas joked from beside Charlie.
"You can check this baby out, right? I'll be back once our baby is here," Charlie said to Thomas. Thomas nodded quickly then took the baby dragon into his own arms.
Charlie hurried to the hospital as quickly as he could and was shocked when the nurse refused to allow him into the birthing room. She demanded he have a shower and get a change of clothes rather than polluting the clean birthing room. So he had to rush home, wash the dragon's birthing slime off himself and pull on some clean clothes before going back to the hospital and being by his wife's side.
"Am I too late?" Charlie called as he rushed into the room. His wife lay on the bed, her face was flushed, she had a big smile on her face, and in her arms was the most beautiful little girl he had ever seen.
"You're just in time," Hermione said, lifting his baby girl as an offering. "Do you want to hold her?" Charlie immediately moved forward to take the baby from his wife's arms. The moment he held her in his arms he fell in love for the second time in his life.
"Hello, you're going to be my little princess forever, aren't you?" Charlie whispered to his baby.
"Her name is Estelle," Hermione told Charlie.
"That's beautiful, she's beautiful. Thank you my love," Charlie whispered then kissed his wife softly.
Five and a half years had passed so quickly. Estelle had started babbling, then crawling, then walking and talking and growing all so quickly. She was smart like her mother, but adventurous like her father. She was beautiful like her mother, with a small upturned nose. Her hair was brown with red highlights in the sun but was nowhere near as bushy as her mothers. Her hair was straight with a slight wave like her fathers. She was going to break hearts, he already knew.
Her favourite colour was florescent colours and loved to wear little dresses rather than pants. She had been positively thrilled when her Daddy had told her they were getting dressed up to go to cousin Gabrielle's wedding. She had run as fast as she could to her wardrobe and pointed at her newest dress begging her Mummy to let her wear it. The dress was white with a fairy skirt. She had little wings to wear with it when she wanted to be a fairy, and because she associated weddings with Cinderella, she did.
When the Daddy-Daughter dance was announced Estelle had run directly over to him and stood on his feet as a sign of him to dance for her.
"Do you like all the pretty lights, princess?" He asked his little girl who had been looking around at them in wonder all night.
"How do they stay up there, Daddy?" The princess asked.
"There are tiny little fairies up there, dancing the lights around the room. They will never let them fall, and will keep them shining bright, just for us," Charlie explained with a smile. He reached down and pulled his little girl off his feet and into his arms. "I love you, princess." He told her. She beamed at him.
"Aw, I love you too, Daddy," She whispered into his ear.
She looked around the crowd that surrounded her, and saw the groom moving back over to Gabrielle as the song finished. She hugged her father then kissed her husband lightly on the lips.
"Ewwie! Daddy, they just kissed! Now she has boy cooties," Estelle groaned and covered her eyes.
"You're going to kiss a boy one day, and enjoy those boy cooties," Hermione said as she danced away from Harry and over to her family.
"Ew, you did not just say that!" Estelle cried, leaping from her father's arms and onto her mother.
"Estelle, you know you have to be careful of Mummy, she is making you a baby brother and you don't want to hurt him, do you?" Charlie scolded. Estelle's eyes widened and she shook her head. She leaned down from her mother's embrace and awkwardly put her ear onto the slight baby bump that was not visible through the dress Hermione was wearing that night.
"Can you hear me baby?" Estelle whispered to the bump. When she looked up and saw Auntie Ginny standing with a shocked expression on her face, in her hand was a glass of champagne which like in slow motion fell to the floor.
"You're pregnant Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione looked at her in horror, and after handing Estelle back to Charlie pulled Ginny away from the crowd and towards the garden.
