Summary: Fathers be good to your daughters, daughters will love like you do.

A/N: Happy almost father's day!

Disclaimer: This world and its inhabitants were created by JKR, not me.

Fathers be Good to Your Daughters

Chapter One

Harry & Lily

Father's be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers be good to your daughters too

~Daughters, John Mayer

It was a crazy day. People were running around wildly, attempting to finish all the last minute tasks. Both Molly and Fleur had turned into crazed drill sergeants and had taken to bossing people around and assigning endless tasks. Harry had spent the morning setting up and now, several hours later, felt he deserved a break. He snuck away from the work out back of the Burrow and began looking for a quiet room out of sight of both Fleur and Molly to have a few minutes to himself and put his feet up.

He thought he'd found a good, quiet place –the one of two sitting rooms that was rarely used- but was halted by the sound of voices on the other side. Always naturally curious, Harry pulled out his wand and whispered a charm under his breath so he could hear what was being said.

"Come on, Lil!" a voice that sounded like his niece Lucy's exclaimed, "Now you have to tell us. You can't say something like that and not elaborate on it further! It's just not fair!"

"I don't have to do anything, Lu!" Lily retorted.

"If you didn't want to tell us, why would you bring it up? Not that I care either way.
The logical thinking obviously emanated from his Ravenclaw niece Rose.

"I didn't bring it up, Rose. Lu and Roxy were talking about boys first! I just chimed in!" Lily's voice rose with each word, making her sound even younger than she was.

"Yes, well now that you've 'chimed in' you have to tell all. So spill. Who does sweet, innocent, little Lily have a crush on?"

On the other side of the door, Harry stepped back in surprise. His youngest child, and only daughter, was much too young and innocent to be interested in boys. She was only fourteen! She shouldn't have anything to do with the opposite sex for at least another ten years!

In his moment of surprise, Harry had stepped back into an umbrella stand and knocked it over. The clang as it impacted the floor reverberated throughout the house. The girls within the room obviously heard it and emerged. The four girls stared at Harry and the toppled over umbrella stand. Three of them, his nieces, shrugged it off and walked passed him into the rest of the house. Lily, however, stood there gapping at her father, a look of panic and horror gracing her face.

"What-what-what are you doing?" Lily stuttered out, her shock slowly lessening. Harry was silent for a brief moment as he debated how best to go about answering his daughter. She obviously knew he had overheard their conversation, knew that he knew that she was interested in boys. She obviously didn't want to discuss it with her father, her look of mortification told him that much, but he did want to discuss it. He wanted to change her mind and dissuade her off of boys. He just wasn't sure how to go about doing it. Coming right out with it would not be productive; he'd have to bring up the topic of boys in a roundabout fashion.

"I was trying to find a quiet place to hide from your grandmum," Harry began, "when I heard you girls talking and, in the processes of everything, tripped over that blasted umbrella stand." Harry had slipped in the fact that he had overheard her, but didn't elaborate right at the instant in an attempt to bring it up subtly. Lily, however, heard what he said loud and clear.

She gave her dad an annoyed look, and then stormed off after her cousins. Harry wasn't about to let his daughter get off that easily. He quickly righted himself, cast a quick spell to return the umbrella stand to its proper position, and then followed after his daughter.

"Not so fast, Lily," he called, using his best 'dad' voice. Lily stopped at his call, but turned slowly, her expression one of pure displeasure. Lily had always been daddy's little girl, but he could still find ways to get under her skin.

"You've already mortally embarrassed me for today, dad. You've done your job." Having said her piece, Lily turned back around and began to walk down the hallway.

"I honestly wasn't trying to embarrass you or over hear your conversation, but now that I have, I think we should have a talk about this interest in boys you've developed." Lily begrudgingly agreed to the conversation and followed Harry back to the sitting room.

"What do you want to talk about?" Lily asked, making herself comfortable in the plush seat she'd chosen.

"Lily," Harry began, trying to sound as serious and authoritative as possible, "you are much too young to be thinking about boys-"

"Oh, come on dad!" Lily interrupted, "Vic and Lucy were way younger than me when they started dating! I'm fourteen! I'm not a baby!" Harry could see the irritation on his daughter's face and knew he'd have to tread carefully.

"Victoire and Lucy are different people with different fathers. Your father is telling you fourteen is too young to be worried about boys. You should be concerned with your schoolwork and that's it!"

"UGH!" Lily groaned, "That is so hypocritical. You and Mum were not just focused on school at fourteen. You were both worried about the opposite sex! It's not fair for you to sat I can't think about boys!" Lily stomped her foot in defiance then stood up and left the room.

Harry would have followed after her, but just as Lily was leaving, Arthur Weasley walked into the room.

"There you are Harry! Molly was looking for you; she's got some more chairs for you to set up." The Weasley patriarch then turned to leave, but Harry called after him, causing the red haired male to stop.

"Can I ask you for some… fatherly advice?" Harry asked.

"Of course! What can I do for you?" Arthur responded, settling into the chair vacated by Lily only moments before.

"How did you deal with Ginny dating?" Harry just came out with what he wanted to know. Lily had all but screamed that she was interested in boys and nothing was going to change that. Now, he needed to find a way to cope with it. Or at least, appear to cope while really attempting to change his daughter's mind.

"Oh," Arthur chuckled, "Do I have some stories to tell." Harry leaned in to hear Arthurs' tales of fatherhood.

To be continued

A/N: Sort of typical father-daughter interaction over boys (if pop culture can be any sort of authority in what is 'typical). More to come! Review and let me know what you thought!