disclaimer: i don't see the use in having one, but i guess i might as
well. property of jk rowling.
Harry stood in the doorway to his bedroom, his body casting a small shadow from the light in the hallway. He smiled in at his wife, Hermione, as she lay with her back facing away from him. He didn't need to see her face to feel the happiness that radiated away from her. He could always feel when she was happy.
Harry walked over to the other side of the bed and was careful to lay himself on the bed. He didn't want to wake the one sleeping occupant in the middle of it. Their daughter, Caelum.
Harry let the light from the window hit him in the back and the feeling of happiness radiate away from him and convey itself to Hermione and their child. This was his favorite part of the day, the one when he just got to be there and not have to worry about anything else.
Hermione reached a hand over and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. The raven locks had gotten long since his days at Hogwarts. Almost down to his shoulders now. Usually pulled back, he had decided to let it fall freely. Hermione liked it best that way.
The softest of sounds came from the baby as she moved her tiny fists around and settled back down into her sleep. Harry rubbed her back soothingly and then moved up to caress the soft locks of her head. She had inherited Hermione's soft brown hair much to their surprise.
"She's been asleep for a while. She should be awake anytime," Hermione said as she too rubbed the baby's head softly.
Caelum was the newest addition to the Potter family. Born just two weeks before under the full moon. It had been a stressed pregnancy for Hermione, and an early birth. She had the baby at Hogwarts when her and Harry had been up visiting with Dumbledore and some of the old teachers. What a surprise it had been for them.
Caelum stirred in her sleep once more and this time opened her eyes to meet her father's. That was one thing that Caelum got from her father. The eyes. They both had piercing green eyes.
Harry smiled at Caelum and reached out to touch her hands. She gripped on tightly to Harry and held his finger, bringing up to her mouth to suck on. This was what she did when she didn't have a muggle pacifier or a bottle in her mouth.
"That's my girl," Hermione said playfully. "You want to get Daddy's hands all slobbery. He likes that."
Harry cast her a warning glance that she brushed off. "Yes, I love having my hands covered in baby drool jsut as much as you like having it all over your face," Harry said when Caelum had cast his hand away. He shoved his hand over to Hermione's face and wiped some of the baby's drool on her.
"That's disgusting, Harry," Hermione drawled.
"You know you like it."
Hermione gave him another warning glance and sat up, picking the baby up with her. She held her tight against her chest and kissed her forehead softly.
Harry crawled across the bed and stopped just behind Hermione, resting his head on her shoulder lightly. He never got tired of looking at his daughter. Ever. Just as he never got tired of looking at his wife. There were just some things he never got tired of.
"Hermione, are we really this lucky?" Harry asked softly into her ear.
"Yes, I believe we are."
"I just hope that she never has to go through anything I had to. I want to keep her safe for as long as I can."
"That's all we can hope for."
"But hope isn't enough. Not for me. I swear with all of my being that she will never be harmed by anything or anyone."
"Harry, you can't protect her from everything."
"But I can try, can't I?"
"Yes, Harry."
Hermione smiled and turned her head back, kissing him softly on the lips. They both turned their atention back to Caelum who was once again nodding off into dreams.
a/n: i know it isn't anything special, but it was jsut on my mind, and i guess it was begging to be written. when you think about it, i guess this could also suffice for no take backs in a weird kind of way. like maybe if hermione had gotten pregnant after hogwarts instead of during. i don't know. review, por favor.
Harry stood in the doorway to his bedroom, his body casting a small shadow from the light in the hallway. He smiled in at his wife, Hermione, as she lay with her back facing away from him. He didn't need to see her face to feel the happiness that radiated away from her. He could always feel when she was happy.
Harry walked over to the other side of the bed and was careful to lay himself on the bed. He didn't want to wake the one sleeping occupant in the middle of it. Their daughter, Caelum.
Harry let the light from the window hit him in the back and the feeling of happiness radiate away from him and convey itself to Hermione and their child. This was his favorite part of the day, the one when he just got to be there and not have to worry about anything else.
Hermione reached a hand over and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. The raven locks had gotten long since his days at Hogwarts. Almost down to his shoulders now. Usually pulled back, he had decided to let it fall freely. Hermione liked it best that way.
The softest of sounds came from the baby as she moved her tiny fists around and settled back down into her sleep. Harry rubbed her back soothingly and then moved up to caress the soft locks of her head. She had inherited Hermione's soft brown hair much to their surprise.
"She's been asleep for a while. She should be awake anytime," Hermione said as she too rubbed the baby's head softly.
Caelum was the newest addition to the Potter family. Born just two weeks before under the full moon. It had been a stressed pregnancy for Hermione, and an early birth. She had the baby at Hogwarts when her and Harry had been up visiting with Dumbledore and some of the old teachers. What a surprise it had been for them.
Caelum stirred in her sleep once more and this time opened her eyes to meet her father's. That was one thing that Caelum got from her father. The eyes. They both had piercing green eyes.
Harry smiled at Caelum and reached out to touch her hands. She gripped on tightly to Harry and held his finger, bringing up to her mouth to suck on. This was what she did when she didn't have a muggle pacifier or a bottle in her mouth.
"That's my girl," Hermione said playfully. "You want to get Daddy's hands all slobbery. He likes that."
Harry cast her a warning glance that she brushed off. "Yes, I love having my hands covered in baby drool jsut as much as you like having it all over your face," Harry said when Caelum had cast his hand away. He shoved his hand over to Hermione's face and wiped some of the baby's drool on her.
"That's disgusting, Harry," Hermione drawled.
"You know you like it."
Hermione gave him another warning glance and sat up, picking the baby up with her. She held her tight against her chest and kissed her forehead softly.
Harry crawled across the bed and stopped just behind Hermione, resting his head on her shoulder lightly. He never got tired of looking at his daughter. Ever. Just as he never got tired of looking at his wife. There were just some things he never got tired of.
"Hermione, are we really this lucky?" Harry asked softly into her ear.
"Yes, I believe we are."
"I just hope that she never has to go through anything I had to. I want to keep her safe for as long as I can."
"That's all we can hope for."
"But hope isn't enough. Not for me. I swear with all of my being that she will never be harmed by anything or anyone."
"Harry, you can't protect her from everything."
"But I can try, can't I?"
"Yes, Harry."
Hermione smiled and turned her head back, kissing him softly on the lips. They both turned their atention back to Caelum who was once again nodding off into dreams.
a/n: i know it isn't anything special, but it was jsut on my mind, and i guess it was begging to be written. when you think about it, i guess this could also suffice for no take backs in a weird kind of way. like maybe if hermione had gotten pregnant after hogwarts instead of during. i don't know. review, por favor.