And so Harry waited...
...And waited....
....And days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into endless years...and Harry lost all hope that he would ever find his dragon again.
For hadn't he learned that years ago? At twenty-seven, he should have been more learned of the ways of the world. A creature of the night can not survive by the light of day.
---
Seven years after that one fateful night, Harry found himself sitting at the breakfast table reading the newspaper, his thoughts anywhere but actually on the print.
"Daddy!" Tiny arms curled around his neck from behind and a kiss was planted on his cheek.
"Good morning Pumpkin." Harry turned around and hugged his daughter Sylvia. "And what do you have planned for today big-girl?" Sylvia, at six years old, liked it when her father treated her like a grown-up. She liked being asked what plans she had. But today she screwed up her nose.
"Mummy says we're going shopping today." Sylvia looked around the kitchen as if making sure her mother wasn't there and leaned towards her father's ear. "Do I hafta go daddy?" She whispered conspiratorially.
Harry laughed.
"Yes sweetie, when mummy says you have to go, you do exactly as she says."
"Why?"
"Because mummy's a Weasley."
"What's a Weaswey?"
"Sylvia Anne Potter what are you plotting behind my back now?" Ginny asked, coming in to the kitchen, hands on hips.
"Behold the Wrath of the Early Morning Weasley." Harry whispered loudly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He yelped as Ginny came over and pinched his nose. As she released him Harry rubbed his poor defenceless nose in an effort to readjust it.
"I swear, before I married your mother I had a perfectly fine nose." Harry told Sylvia in earnest. Sylvia giggled.
"Okay Jester, enough for one morning. Tell me, where's your brother?" Ginny went over to the pantry and took out a shake-and-pour bottle of pancake mix. Sylvia shrugged.
"Dunno. He stormed into his room last night when I magicked his teddy-bear and turned it into a hippo-giff."
Harry snorted with laughter and ruffled Sylvia's hair.
"That's my girl."
"Harry!" Ginny cried. "Don't encourage her."
"Yes mam'." Harry mock saluted Ginny and dodged as she threw a tea-towel at him. "Ginny I'll go get Justin."
Ginny blew a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
"Thanks love. Do you want coffee?"
"Yeah thanks."
Ginny watched Harry salute their daughter, who giggled at his antics, before bounding out of the kitchen and up the hallway stairs. She sighed, wiping her hands on her jeans.
***
Everything's perfect. Harry is just wonderful. Look at how he plays with our children. He's the perfect father, friend and provider. There's this loving warmth that sparkles in his eyes whenever he pushes Sylvia on the swings or picks up Justin from the sandpit and puts him on his shoulders no matter how dirty and dusty he is. But where is that warmth when we're together??
***
Harry looked down at their four year old son Justin, sleeping peacefully in his bed shaped like a Hogwarts boat. The little dark-haired boy had his thumb in his mouth and his chest rose and fell with his light breathing.
"Justin? Sweetie it's time to get up." Harry sat down in the chair next to the bed and gently touched Justin's shoulder. Justin opened his big green eyes and stared at Harry.
"Daddy?"
"Yes it's me...come on Justy, it's breakfast time."
"Daddy who's Draco Mafoy?"
Harry gaped in shock at his son.
"Daddy you 'kay?"
"Justin-" Harry managed to choke out, "Wha - what did you just say?"
Justin pushed himself up on to his little elbows and shrugged.
"I asked if yous was 'kay. Cause you looked like Sylvie's fishy when I petrifried it."
"No -- no, before that. What did you ask me?"
"Oh, that." Justin smiled with serene innocence. "I saw this man in my dweam n' he was sad cos he had to go somewhere and he misses you lots n' lots. Who is he daddy?"
"Uh-"
"Daddy?"
"Y - yes Justin?'
"Mummy's going to burn the pancakes."
And from the kitchen came a cry of "Oh no!" followed by a burst of giggles and Sylvia's voice calling out.
"Daaaaddd mum burnt the pancakes!" And then more laughter.
Harry simply stared at Justin.
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...And waited....
....And days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into endless years...and Harry lost all hope that he would ever find his dragon again.
For hadn't he learned that years ago? At twenty-seven, he should have been more learned of the ways of the world. A creature of the night can not survive by the light of day.
---
Seven years after that one fateful night, Harry found himself sitting at the breakfast table reading the newspaper, his thoughts anywhere but actually on the print.
"Daddy!" Tiny arms curled around his neck from behind and a kiss was planted on his cheek.
"Good morning Pumpkin." Harry turned around and hugged his daughter Sylvia. "And what do you have planned for today big-girl?" Sylvia, at six years old, liked it when her father treated her like a grown-up. She liked being asked what plans she had. But today she screwed up her nose.
"Mummy says we're going shopping today." Sylvia looked around the kitchen as if making sure her mother wasn't there and leaned towards her father's ear. "Do I hafta go daddy?" She whispered conspiratorially.
Harry laughed.
"Yes sweetie, when mummy says you have to go, you do exactly as she says."
"Why?"
"Because mummy's a Weasley."
"What's a Weaswey?"
"Sylvia Anne Potter what are you plotting behind my back now?" Ginny asked, coming in to the kitchen, hands on hips.
"Behold the Wrath of the Early Morning Weasley." Harry whispered loudly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He yelped as Ginny came over and pinched his nose. As she released him Harry rubbed his poor defenceless nose in an effort to readjust it.
"I swear, before I married your mother I had a perfectly fine nose." Harry told Sylvia in earnest. Sylvia giggled.
"Okay Jester, enough for one morning. Tell me, where's your brother?" Ginny went over to the pantry and took out a shake-and-pour bottle of pancake mix. Sylvia shrugged.
"Dunno. He stormed into his room last night when I magicked his teddy-bear and turned it into a hippo-giff."
Harry snorted with laughter and ruffled Sylvia's hair.
"That's my girl."
"Harry!" Ginny cried. "Don't encourage her."
"Yes mam'." Harry mock saluted Ginny and dodged as she threw a tea-towel at him. "Ginny I'll go get Justin."
Ginny blew a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
"Thanks love. Do you want coffee?"
"Yeah thanks."
Ginny watched Harry salute their daughter, who giggled at his antics, before bounding out of the kitchen and up the hallway stairs. She sighed, wiping her hands on her jeans.
***
Everything's perfect. Harry is just wonderful. Look at how he plays with our children. He's the perfect father, friend and provider. There's this loving warmth that sparkles in his eyes whenever he pushes Sylvia on the swings or picks up Justin from the sandpit and puts him on his shoulders no matter how dirty and dusty he is. But where is that warmth when we're together??
***
Harry looked down at their four year old son Justin, sleeping peacefully in his bed shaped like a Hogwarts boat. The little dark-haired boy had his thumb in his mouth and his chest rose and fell with his light breathing.
"Justin? Sweetie it's time to get up." Harry sat down in the chair next to the bed and gently touched Justin's shoulder. Justin opened his big green eyes and stared at Harry.
"Daddy?"
"Yes it's me...come on Justy, it's breakfast time."
"Daddy who's Draco Mafoy?"
Harry gaped in shock at his son.
"Daddy you 'kay?"
"Justin-" Harry managed to choke out, "Wha - what did you just say?"
Justin pushed himself up on to his little elbows and shrugged.
"I asked if yous was 'kay. Cause you looked like Sylvie's fishy when I petrifried it."
"No -- no, before that. What did you ask me?"
"Oh, that." Justin smiled with serene innocence. "I saw this man in my dweam n' he was sad cos he had to go somewhere and he misses you lots n' lots. Who is he daddy?"
"Uh-"
"Daddy?"
"Y - yes Justin?'
"Mummy's going to burn the pancakes."
And from the kitchen came a cry of "Oh no!" followed by a burst of giggles and Sylvia's voice calling out.
"Daaaaddd mum burnt the pancakes!" And then more laughter.
Harry simply stared at Justin.
afterdinnermints:
O_o....!
As always, reviews are much appreciated. If you liked it, please tell me, or if you have any ideas I'd love to hear them. Merci. ;)