Nature's Gift
Chapter 3: Nature's Gift
"Of all nature's gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?"
It was the midmorning of August 4th that he arrived in Papillion Nebraska, a suburb of Omaha. When he opened his eyes to his new surroundings, he realized he had no idea where he was. Papillion, yes, but where there in, he didn't know. Making his way behind the building he had appeared in front of, he pulled out his wand and murmured a little charm to point him the right direction. Once he had it, he started on his way, whispering to himself, "Thank you Flitwick."

Almost two hours later, he reached his destination. It was modest, two story house. There was no car parked out on the driveway, and it appeared as though no one was home. Sighing, he made his way up to the front door and rang the doorbell. It was only a moment that he waited before the door opened.

A girl answered. She had long, dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She looked remarkably like him, except, for the eyes. They were deep blue, eyes that he recognized. He had looked into them his first day of Hogwarts, when a small girl, barely to his shoulder had sat next to him in the Great Hall. He had seen them on his first date, but not after that for a long time. Then he saw them again right before his first kiss. He looked into them on his wedding day, hoping she had no doubts. They were Liz's eyes, of that he was sure. This was his daughter.

The girl, it appeared, recognized him as well. She had been listening to a Discman, which was now broken and lying on the floor, the headphones with it. Her left hand was gripping the doorknob, her knuckles white. She had only seen this man a few times before. She had two photos with him in them. She had seen him in dreams that she had had ever since she was little. And the one memory she had of her real parents, one that she cherished and kept close to her heart, included him. This was her father.

"Daddy," she whispered. He stared at her in shock, tears coming to his eyes. She knew who he was. Throat too tight to speak, he nodded. As soon as she was sure this was her father, she wasted no time flying into his arms. They immediately came up around her, wrapping her into a tight embrace. He could barely comprehend everything that was happening. His daughter was alive. She was in his arms and she was alive.

To an on looker, the seen would have been beyond words. Even the most hard-hearted man would have been reduced to tears. To see a father and daughter, finally reunited after fourteen years, was something that evoked such emotion, in both father and daughter and any on looker, that even attempting to explain in words would be doing it a great injustice. It was the type of thing that had to be seen to be truly understood.

They just stood there, embracing each other, for several minutes before either of them made any move to pull away.

Author's Note: That was short. yes, I realize this. But I decided to split it up for three reasons:
a) It would be done quicker
b) I had an idea to do in Ch 4
c) It seemed more sentimental this way
I hope to have the next part up very soon (knock on wood). As always PLEASE REVIEW!!!
And people, when I beg for reviews (believe me I'm on my knees and groveling), that usaually means, and I know this is a shock, that I want reviews!!!

Until next time, I am, as always,
Truthfully Yours,
Emily