Disclaimer: I did not come up with the world of Harry Potter, I only play in it.
Harry gazed at his newborn daughter in his arms. He could not believe how quickly she had captured his heart. He had been happy and proud when his two sons were born, but there was something different about holding his little girl. Ron had warned him that this would happen. Even Arthur had forewarned Harry that little girls tend to turn their father's hearts into mush.
The little girl in his arms stirred a bit and gave a big yawn. She opened her eyes and looked up to her father. She had the typical baby blue eyes that most newborns have. Harry had a suspicion that they would turn the beautiful brown color that her mother had. The soft fuzz on her head was distinctly red. Harry chuckled at the fact that not all of his children had escaped that Weasley trait.
"Is she up?" Ginny asked sleepily from the bed.
"Yeah, but she is fine. She isn't fussing." He continued to marvel at his beautiful little princess.
"You know we have to decide on a name." She smiled at her husband. Harry had been so nervous about having a girl, and yet here he was completely enthralled by her.
"I know. We can't keep calling her baby girl Potter for the rest of her life."
"How about Lily." Ginny said quietly to her husband. He looked up from the little girl into the beautiful eyes of his wife.
"Are you sure?"
"I think it would be a great name for our daughter." She smiled.
"What about her middle name?" He went back to looking at his daughter who had gone back to sleep in his arms.
"I have a couple of different ideas, but I like the sound of Luna. Lily Luna Potter. But I am open to other names too."
"I think that sounds perfect."
Lily sat at the table in the restaurant, impatiently waiting. She looked at her watch again. She only had an hour break, and her dad was 15 minutes late. She looked back at the door, and finally saw his salt and pepper messy hair. He spotted her right away and came over to her table.
"I'm sorry I'm late princess," he said. He kissed her cheek and sat down at the table.
"It's ok dad, I know today was your first day back at the ministry. You must be very busy. Is it going alright?" She asked.
"It has been very busy. I missed a lot when I was gone. Thankfully Dennis Creevey has been keeping things together for me. How is training going?"
"It's going alright. My supervisor says I am doing very well. They are giving us harder cases now." She smiled up at her father. She remembered the day she had told her parents she wanted to be a healer. They both were so proud of her. It had taken a lot of work, and some extra help from her cousin Rose, but she managed to get the scores she needed to enter the training program. Here she was, coming to the end of her training.
The two of them ate and talked about different things. Unfortunately time is a cruel thing, and to soon their visit was over.
"How about I come over for dinner this weekend. Maybe we can see if James and Nicola can come over too." Lily tried to act causal about the suggestion, but Harry knew what she was doing. She was a part of the team that insisted he be checked up on. He smiled.
"Sure sweetheart. Sounds good"
He returned to work and got through the day. He had a lot of work to do, so he stayed busy. When he couldn't avoided any longer, he reluctantly returned to the empty house. It was cold and dark, and haunted by memories of the past. He opted not to make dinner, but instead grabbed a bottle of mead from the cabinet. He also grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey.
"Guess I will have to go buy some more tomorrow," Harry quietly muttered to himself after noticing there were no other bottles of firewhiskey or any other alcohol left in the cabinet.
He went into the study and sat in front of the telly. When he had first brought it home, Ginny had thought he had gone mad. She didn't understand why he wanted one. Over the years the telly was not used very often. Harry liked to keep up with the muggle world, so he would watch the news occasionally. He also watched the Quidditch games on the Wizarding Channel. Other than that, it was rarely used. But since Albus had left a week ago, he had it on almost constantly when he was home.
Harry turned on the Wizarding channel. A few years after the war, Harry and some muggle born wizards had finally convinced the ministry into developing a channel on the telly, similar to the wireless network they used. There had been a lot of things to work out, and there were lots of bugs in the beginning, but they had finally figured it out. There were still some wizarding families that did not like the idea, but over all it was well liked by the majority of the wizarding population.
A Quidditch match was on the channel. Harry normally loved to watch the matches, but tonight it brought up some anger. If Ginny had not gotten sick and died, she would be at that game and reporting on it. He was angry that she had left him. He threw the nearly bottle of mead at the telly and shattered the glass. He started to sob uncontrollably. After a while Harry calmed down and fixed the telly. He picked up the bottle of firewhisky and drank until he forgot about the world.