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Thanks to Kerstin for betareading.
The saviours daughter
She sat in her dormroom at the window, watching the sunrise that promised a wonderful day, another day without her beloved father.
He was dead for 5 years now. Yesterday had been the fifth anniversary of his death and she missed him as if it had been yesterday when they had apparated to their door and told her mother how sorry they were about her husband's death. He had killed Voldemort and died in the process, a stray killing curse fired by a deatheater.
She still remembered the words spoken at his funeral. When she closed her eyes, she could hear her mothers sobbing. She would never be able to forget her mother's words at her father's funeral.
"He was my hero, he saved me, he saved us. He was not selfish. He gave his life, he, the-boy-who-lived. He was our saviour. But for me he is, was and always will be my hero. In times of need he did what he had to do, no matter what the consequences were. So I have lost the man I love, the father of my children and my hero, our saviour, Harry James Potter. I promise you, I will cherish our love in my heart and I will do everything for your honour and to let your memory be vivid. I will always love you."
After that fateful Halloweennight, when he was just one year old, he had been called the-boy-who-lived, saviour of the wizarding world.
She was his daughter, or better she had become his daughter when she had been 13 years old, nothing was the same after this.
Her mother told them to never forget who their parents were. But it was impossible. She would never forget her parents. For her they weren't the boy-who-lived and the brightest witch to ever attend Hogwarts. They were Mom and Dad, nothing more or less.
Merlin, how much she had needed her father in the past years, how much she had missed him when she took her apparationtest, studied for her NEWT's.
Her uncles had been there all the time, her family, but not her father.
Her father had called her princess.
Yes, she had been his princess and now she was the saviour's daughter.
After her fathers death no one had called her princess anymore.
How much she missed it to hear his voice. She missed him like crazy.
She wasn't Lilian-Calista Potter, Cal for her friends, she was Potter's daughter.
Sometimes it was a burden for her to have the name Potter.
As the very first ray of sunshine fell into her bedroom, her room was bathed in sunshine which reflected in the mirror.
She stood up from her place at the window and walked over to her nightstand. She picked up a framed picture of her father. This was how she remembered him, smiling this special smile, she was told that she had this smile, too and his dark hair, his shining green eyes. She was like him.
But she wasn't him.
Yes she was a Potter and Harry Potters daughter.But she wasn't the saviour's daughter. She was Lilian-Calista Potter.
She brushed with her fingertips over the picture.
"I promise daddy, I will make you proud" she whispered, a single tear ran down her cheek.
She was the only girl. She had three brothers. One was older and two were younger.
Today she would graduate Hogwarts. She would walk out into the world, the free wizarding world, thanks to her father, who killed Voldemort years ago. She would wear her head held high and do her work, catching the evil. All four Potter-children would be Aurors and honour their father and his memory by joining into the neverending fight against evil.
But she didn't want to be compared with him.
She was, although she didn't want it, the saviour's daughter, something she should be proud of.
The end