A/N: I have revised the original What Was Once Before to this. I do not own Harry Potter or the Harry Potter characters. I do own the idea of the plot and any original characters. Don't sue me. I am just a mere writer.
Ch.1
The morning light trickled through posh, heavy emerald green hangings, onto a rather large bed in the center of a rather large room. The morning light slowly snaked its way across a sleeping face. The face of a handsome man in his mid-twenties. His white-blonde shock of hair fell slightly across his eyes; he grunted something in his sleep as the bright light shone over his eyes then shifted onto his stomach, away from the light.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, a small child hand resting on the brass handle. The little girl smiled groggily as she looked in the room, pushing the door open more as silently as she could. She padded over to the bed, climbed up using a small stepping stool that was tucked under the tall piece of furniture and sat next to the sleeping man.
The little girl sighed dramatically, waiting for a response. The man's lips twitched in a fast smirk. She then sighed more dramatically, raising her hands then letting them fall into her lap. The 'sleeping' man opened his eyes, peering at yellow pajamas with blue moons and pink stars. The little girl's big chocolate brown eyes were sleepy and amused; she pushed her curly golden locks away from her face and smiled at the man.
"Good morning daddy" she said, grinning "time to get up. Are you making breakfast?" she asked.
The man gave a tired smile and nodded "All right love" she stretched then yawned, "See you downstairs then?"
The little girl nodded, then hopped off the bed with a small thump, making the man slightly wince since she didn't use the step-stool. She dashed out the door then moments later her bare feet were heard padding slowly down the marble staircase. He was left alone again; sitting up, the attractive man stretched and cracked his back then looked over to the empty half of his bed. Where there should have been a loving wife…there was none.
He then heaved a heavy sigh, walking into the large bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face and glared into the mirror. His silvery eyes had dulled since… since four years ago, his chin was a bit stubbly and he had lost about ten or twelve pounds since…four years ago. Suddenly he felt something warm and wet slide down his cheek and drop onto his bare chest. Quickly wiping away the offending tear, he put on his 'daddy-face' and headed downstairs to fix his daughter breakfast.