Authors Note: I was inspired by the song "Butterfly Kisses." and my own little girl. Let's face it girls, no matter how old we get, we are all little to our parents.
Chapter 1: Memory Lane 1
Head Auror Harold James Potter came home from another tiring day at the office but the house was missing something. The house seemed more quiet, more dismal since his children all grew up and moved on with their lives. James went on to play professional Qudditch. Albus went on to teach at Hogwarts as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and Lily... His little flower, was also teaching at Hogwarts but as Potions Mistress as well as Head of Slytherin.
The once Boy Who Lived looked into his reflection and sighed. The boy was long gone, in his place was a man who has seen many things to make those who were faint at heart die of freight. His hair was salt and peppered now, he had a scar on his left cheek a and his face was careworn.
Since the Battle of Hogwarts, the Boy Who Lived married, watched his children come into the world, gave them all he had and in turn, had many good memories. Even his godson Teddy was given the world and now, the young man was now Gamesmaster of Hogwarts, as Hagrid's successor, working alongside Charlie. Ron and Hermoine, had their children Rose and Hugo and travelled the world. In short, everyone was busy and most of the time, that was fine but as of late, Harry was having fits of nostalgia. sometimes he missed the high winds of adventure, which steered him into becoming an Auror in the first place. But now, with his family gone, his wife having passed before him, he once again, stood alone.
After refreshing himself from the grime of work and having a light snack, Harry walked through the house, stopping ever so often to remember a time or two he didn't wish to let go. The boys' rooms were easier to laugh about. He remembered how mischievous they were, reminding him of himself and their uncles Fred and George but lighter weights. He remembered how he had to "scold" them for their behaviors at times but behind closed doors he would laugh until he cried. When he placed his hand on the handle to Lily's room, he had to take a breath before entering. Although he would never admit it, Lily leaving was the hardest. She was his baby for one, most of all, she was Daddy's little girl.
Since she was born, his little Lily had her father's heart. Whenever she needed something, whether it was a story, a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to, Harry was there. They were inseparable. He looked at her room and allowed himself a small sad smile. Her room was of light wood, light purples and butterflies that still moved with the aid of magic. On her old desk was a crystal, diamond and amethyst butterfly glass dome music box.
It was her fifth birthday gift. He remembered her mentioning her love for the delicate creatures and Harry was more than willing to get it. It was the only one of its kind. The butterflies would dance, and light up to the song. With a sigh, Harry tapped his wand on the box and had to hold back tears at the song: Butterfly Kisses.
Ok, I know, it's short but there's a reason.