Laughter.
His could be fake.
The fake laughter had no magic.
Normally the fake laughter was saved for girls who clung onto him.
Telling him fake story's of there past failed relationships.
But his genuine laughter was contagious.
It started as a snort and erupted into a beautiful rich laugh that caught the attention off others.
He smiled when he would laugh.
A pure smile that represented all the pure beauty inside his maybe not so pure mind.
He is a boy though, he's allowed to dream.
His head would fly back as the deep rumbles came from inside his throat.
His eyes, full of mischief and excitement that a three year old might have, it was proof that he was just a boy caught up in a war to big for him.
It wasn't the man who always knew what to do, who was in charge, who was brave enough to fight.
His laughter let all the dreams and hopes into his eyes.
The laughing eyes brought back young dreams of being a Quidditch player, the perfect family of seven children to make a Quidditch team, a big house and a beautiful wife, surrounded by friends and family.
Not being afraid to let his children go play in the local park.
But what she liked best about his laugh, was that it was reserved for three people.
Herself and Sirius and Remus.
Occasionally Peter would see, but who knows where he is these days?
However, right now she couldn't care less. Because right now he was laughing his beautiful innocent laugh. At something she said. And she couldn't be happier.
