Title: Trying to Make Your Heart Fit Like a Glove
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Title is a lyric from a song by Ingrid Michaelson.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.
A/N 3: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.
It amazed Harry how all of his kids were full people. How full people could come from him.
There was James Sirius who he could already see was going to be a hell raiser: playful and mischievous from the very beginning being more than a handful for Ginny and him - taking after both of his names to the fullest. And he hoped that didn't end up being a negative. Harry still remembered Severus' memory from when he was "teaching" him Occulmency. He had stopped seeing his godfather and father through rose-tinted glasses at that point.
Severus. His other little boy Albus Severus. Nothing like his brother he was a nervous little thing - always hanging on to his Daddy's hand or hiding behind Mommy's legs when strangers were around. He would much rather sit in your lap and be read to then go outside except when his twin grabbed his hand to show him some extraordinary creature she had found.
His twin - Lily. Merlin, she might have the red hair to match her grandmother namesake but her manner was so eerily similar to that of her middle name that Ginny had already nicknamed her Lil'Luna instead. So much wide-eyed dreamy curiosity, innocence, wonder, joy, and acceptance for everything. It made his heart hurt sometimes to see her. Made Harry think of the other Luna and their child.
Winifred Sola Lovegood. Fred.
When he finally pulled his head out of his arse and started trying to see his first child regularly (Yes, Seamus, I know. About damn time. I'm an idiot.) it was startling to see that she had grown. That she didn't somehow stand in place and stop existing when he wasn't there. That all of those things he should be teaching her, experiencing with her like he did his other kids, were being done by others. While he had been gone from her life that spot hadn't remained empty - it had been filled.
He had been replaced.
Laughter filled sleepovers with Uncle George and Lee. Hide and go seek in Uncle Neville and Aunt Hannah's jungle Greenhouse. Library trips with Aunt Hermione. Tinkering with Grandpa Arthur. Play-dates every week with her Draco-dragon.
She had a life without him. A good life.
Fred called him Bio-Dad. Not simply Dad or Daddy like his children with Ginny because that was what he had always been to her - her biological father. That was all.
The knowledge made him flush with renewed shame.
But how could he connect with her - this bright laughing child of his whose life was already so full of people who adored her? He didn't want to force himself in. What right did he have to a part of her life now after how he had acted towards her and Luna?
Could he even earn a place in it again?