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Not Alone Anymore – Wake up Daddy!
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The next morning Lily chose to get up at the ungodly hour of 6 am. Not only that, but she chose to run into her Daddy's bedroom and jump on his large and 'very' bouncy bed shouting "Wake up Daddy! Wake up Daddy! Wanna see Paddy! Wake up Daddy!" The man still lying in bed chuckled at the over- energetic girl, scooping her up in his arms and tickling her.
"A child of almost five should not be able to rhyme that good." He grinned and lifted her up off of his quilt-laden body, depositing her on the edge of the bed so he could have room. With stiff bones, he managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed and sit there beside his daughter. "Why, Lily dearest, did you think I would be happy with getting up at 6 am?" He rested his elbows on his thighs, clasping his hands together.
The girl giggled some more. "I wanna see Paddy! I wanna see Daddy! Get up Daddy! Get up Daddy!" she squealed and jumped from the bed as her father lunged at her she figured for another tickle-fest and ran from the room laughing like a crazed loon. Harry had laughed along with his four and a half year old daughter as he chased her around the living area.
Just as he managed to get a grip on her wriggling form, there was a knock at the door. Both Potters stopped their laughter and stared at the door. A long minute and a number of knocks later, Lily had had enough of standing still. Instead she wriggled out of her fathers grasp and started running around again singing "I wanna see Paddy! I wanna see Daddy! Get up Daddy! I wanna see Paddy!" over and over again.
Having given up on trying to catch the hyperactive child, Harry stood up and paying no mind to his attire – a pair of boxers - he walked over to the Portrait hole/door way and opened it.
"I wanna see Paddy! I wanna see Daddy!" Lily was still crowing in the background and the three men on the other side of the door burst out laughing. Harry scowled at them from behind his mop of bed-tidy hair.
"Lily!" Harry called out to the child. "You want to see Paddy and Daddy so much, but I don't think they want to see a noisy little pup, do you?" Lily stopped her singing in an instant and looked up at her father with an innocent smile.
"Noisy?" she looked past Harry and saw the three men stood just outside the door. In a second she'd bolted from her position in front of the fire to the door and proceeded to jump into Remus' arms.
"Daddy! Paddy! Daddy! Paddy!" she squealed with glee.
"Lily!" Harry spoke quickly and firmly but the girl just looked at him with that same 'I'm-so-innocent-butter-wouldn't-melt' smile. The boxer-clad wizard groaned and gestured for the men to enter his chambers before closing the door. He watched as Remus carried his daughter over to the sofa and sat her down on his knee as he stared at her with total and utter adoration etched out clearly on his face. He smiled at the scene.
"Ok, I'm going for a shower. Lily, behave yourself or no pancakes for breakfast and no... you won't be asking Paddy to sneak you some because if Paddy does Paddy will spend the next week as a chair." He grinned at the scowl he'd elicited from his godfather and the giggle that came from his child. He also saw Remus and James – he wasn't sure whether to call him Dad or James just yet – bite their lips to keep from laughing. "Now, I'll be all of 15 minutes." And he walked back into his room but before disappearing he pointed a warning finger at the young girl. "Behave." Then he was gone.
He closed his bedroom door behind him and slipped out of his boxers, throwing them haphazardly into a near-by corner where the house elves were sure to pick them up later on with the other laundry. He then made his way through to his en-suite bathroom noting with approval that it was very similar to the one that he'd used with Lily the previous night.
After turning on the water and allowing it to heat to the perfect temperature, he stepped under the spray and lost himself in the memory of his 7th year at Hogwarts. He'd been up on the 8th floor talking to Merlin's portrait about his life at that point in time.
~Flashback~
"Well Harry what do you want to do? I dare say Voldemort is a powerful foe and you should dispose of him soon but your heart will be there afterwards. What will you do with it then?" The man in the portrait asked Harry as he looked down from his position on the wall only to gain a shrug from the 7th year.
Harry was sat on the floor with his back up against the wall, knees bent and forearms resting on them. He clasped his hands together and sighed, looking up at his ancestor.
"I don't know, Merlin. I've felt a pull to him for the past year. I can't describe it. I think though, I think I'm in love with him." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's not like the crush I had on Cho in fifth year. This feeling, it goes deeper; it runs deeper. I think its love, but it's so indescribable I can't tell. My head draws a blank whenever I go near him. His smell, it's intoxicating..."
Merlin's portrait chuckled and Harry scowled at it. This only resulted in the old wizard laughing harder.
"What's so funny Merlin?" A new voice called from around a corner. Both Merlin and Harry looked in the direction it came from and after seeing who it was Merlin was positively beaming and Harry had his head in his arms chanting 'No no no this can't be happening' over and over in his mind whilst shaking his head.
"Nothing young man." Cried the portrait jovially. "Nothing at all. Just having a rather interesting conversation with our Harry here about-"
"Say a word and I'll Incendio your arse you old coot." Harry pointed a dangerous looking finger at the portrait along with a hint of pleading laced in the glare he sent. The man in the frame merely grinned cheekily back at him and placed one of his frail looking hands over his heart.
"I promise that I will not speak one word of you-"Harry waved a hand and a small apple appeared inside the picture, actually in Merlin's mouth effectively shutting him up.
"You don't want to finish that do you Merlin?" he cocked his head, smirking slightly. The man in the portrait nodded and Harry waved the apple away.
"What's going on here Merlin?" the man from before asked, a smile on his lips.
"Going on? My dear Remus why would anything be going on? I'm talking with my young friend here. Very powerful he is... Well, if I were alive I'm sure he'd give me a run for my Galleons." He snuck worried glances at the floor- bound wizard and saw that he still had his finger out. He glared at the offending finger as if it would be the death of him. Remus laughed at his attitude.
"So, Harry..." Remus said as he sat down next to his student. "Whose smell is intoxicating?" He saw Harry's eyes widen then turn away quickly, muttering something like 'Not now, no no' and grinned. While Harry was otherwise engaged in his own ramblings, Remus chanced a look at the Portrait of Merlin and saw that the old man had a grin on his face that stretched from one ear to the other.
The newly re-instated Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts raised an eyebrow at the portrait then allowed the other eyebrow to rise as realisation dawned upon him. He pointed at Harry, then to himself whiles looking at Merlin for confirmation. The man in the portrait nodded with his grin widening.
"Harry." Remus spoke softly, getting the 7th years attention. "Come on, let's get something to eat. I didn't see you in the Hall at dinner." He got up, Harry following not long after and after nodded his goodbye to Merlin's portrait, Remus lead Harry down the way he came up and straight to the staff quarters.
~End Flashback~
"I never did get the old fool back for that little slip." Harry muttered to himself as he massaged some shampoo into his hair.
"He did us both a favour and I sure as hell don't regret it." The same voice from his memory spoke up from behind him again, startling Harry out of his thoughts. Though he didn't turn around, he knew who the owner of the voice was.
"Remus." He breathed, before rinsing his hair free of the shampoo suds. "Did you want something, Remus?" he asked, still not looking back. He waited for half a minute before Remus actually answered.
"I do, but that will wait." It came out more strangled than he'd hoped it would but the site of Harry naked in the shower was just too much for him and it took all of his self-control not to jump he younger wizard right there. Shaking his head free of those thoughts – for now – he noticed Harry was now looking at him curiously.
*Surely he knows what he does to me.* he thought with a mental sigh.
"Lily's clothes; I can't find them." The werewolf spoke up finally.
"I'll be out in a minute to get them." Harry replied softly, reaching for a nearby towel and wrapping it around his waist. Remus followed the others movements intently, seemingly not realising his staring was making the younger wizard fidget. "Remus?" The soft, silky voice almost cut through his self control right then, but he just barely managed to hold himself together enough to get out of there and rejoin his daughter and friends.
When he arrived back in the living area, he quickly closed Harry's bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
"You only had to ask for the squirt's clothes Remus..." He heard the teasing voice of Sirius Black and looked over to find both James and Sirius wearing identical grins and Lily not paying any attention to any of them. The werewolf then proceeded to scowl at Sirius.
"Seeing ones mate in a situation like that after years of being apart... well, it's a tad distracting, Padfoot." He picked up a pillow and threw it at his now laughing friends.
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(A little extra note, I made a little mistake, so I had to repost this chapter. It was just a mistake with Lily's age, nothing major.)
I want to thank 'BipolarGirl' for her suggestions regarding this chapter. I simply could not think of anything to write to follow the first one so this fine person was gracious enough to offer a little advice.
I am forever in your debt.
Review!
Thank you!!
Not Alone Anymore – Wake up Daddy!
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The next morning Lily chose to get up at the ungodly hour of 6 am. Not only that, but she chose to run into her Daddy's bedroom and jump on his large and 'very' bouncy bed shouting "Wake up Daddy! Wake up Daddy! Wanna see Paddy! Wake up Daddy!" The man still lying in bed chuckled at the over- energetic girl, scooping her up in his arms and tickling her.
"A child of almost five should not be able to rhyme that good." He grinned and lifted her up off of his quilt-laden body, depositing her on the edge of the bed so he could have room. With stiff bones, he managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed and sit there beside his daughter. "Why, Lily dearest, did you think I would be happy with getting up at 6 am?" He rested his elbows on his thighs, clasping his hands together.
The girl giggled some more. "I wanna see Paddy! I wanna see Daddy! Get up Daddy! Get up Daddy!" she squealed and jumped from the bed as her father lunged at her she figured for another tickle-fest and ran from the room laughing like a crazed loon. Harry had laughed along with his four and a half year old daughter as he chased her around the living area.
Just as he managed to get a grip on her wriggling form, there was a knock at the door. Both Potters stopped their laughter and stared at the door. A long minute and a number of knocks later, Lily had had enough of standing still. Instead she wriggled out of her fathers grasp and started running around again singing "I wanna see Paddy! I wanna see Daddy! Get up Daddy! I wanna see Paddy!" over and over again.
Having given up on trying to catch the hyperactive child, Harry stood up and paying no mind to his attire – a pair of boxers - he walked over to the Portrait hole/door way and opened it.
"I wanna see Paddy! I wanna see Daddy!" Lily was still crowing in the background and the three men on the other side of the door burst out laughing. Harry scowled at them from behind his mop of bed-tidy hair.
"Lily!" Harry called out to the child. "You want to see Paddy and Daddy so much, but I don't think they want to see a noisy little pup, do you?" Lily stopped her singing in an instant and looked up at her father with an innocent smile.
"Noisy?" she looked past Harry and saw the three men stood just outside the door. In a second she'd bolted from her position in front of the fire to the door and proceeded to jump into Remus' arms.
"Daddy! Paddy! Daddy! Paddy!" she squealed with glee.
"Lily!" Harry spoke quickly and firmly but the girl just looked at him with that same 'I'm-so-innocent-butter-wouldn't-melt' smile. The boxer-clad wizard groaned and gestured for the men to enter his chambers before closing the door. He watched as Remus carried his daughter over to the sofa and sat her down on his knee as he stared at her with total and utter adoration etched out clearly on his face. He smiled at the scene.
"Ok, I'm going for a shower. Lily, behave yourself or no pancakes for breakfast and no... you won't be asking Paddy to sneak you some because if Paddy does Paddy will spend the next week as a chair." He grinned at the scowl he'd elicited from his godfather and the giggle that came from his child. He also saw Remus and James – he wasn't sure whether to call him Dad or James just yet – bite their lips to keep from laughing. "Now, I'll be all of 15 minutes." And he walked back into his room but before disappearing he pointed a warning finger at the young girl. "Behave." Then he was gone.
He closed his bedroom door behind him and slipped out of his boxers, throwing them haphazardly into a near-by corner where the house elves were sure to pick them up later on with the other laundry. He then made his way through to his en-suite bathroom noting with approval that it was very similar to the one that he'd used with Lily the previous night.
After turning on the water and allowing it to heat to the perfect temperature, he stepped under the spray and lost himself in the memory of his 7th year at Hogwarts. He'd been up on the 8th floor talking to Merlin's portrait about his life at that point in time.
~Flashback~
"Well Harry what do you want to do? I dare say Voldemort is a powerful foe and you should dispose of him soon but your heart will be there afterwards. What will you do with it then?" The man in the portrait asked Harry as he looked down from his position on the wall only to gain a shrug from the 7th year.
Harry was sat on the floor with his back up against the wall, knees bent and forearms resting on them. He clasped his hands together and sighed, looking up at his ancestor.
"I don't know, Merlin. I've felt a pull to him for the past year. I can't describe it. I think though, I think I'm in love with him." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's not like the crush I had on Cho in fifth year. This feeling, it goes deeper; it runs deeper. I think its love, but it's so indescribable I can't tell. My head draws a blank whenever I go near him. His smell, it's intoxicating..."
Merlin's portrait chuckled and Harry scowled at it. This only resulted in the old wizard laughing harder.
"What's so funny Merlin?" A new voice called from around a corner. Both Merlin and Harry looked in the direction it came from and after seeing who it was Merlin was positively beaming and Harry had his head in his arms chanting 'No no no this can't be happening' over and over in his mind whilst shaking his head.
"Nothing young man." Cried the portrait jovially. "Nothing at all. Just having a rather interesting conversation with our Harry here about-"
"Say a word and I'll Incendio your arse you old coot." Harry pointed a dangerous looking finger at the portrait along with a hint of pleading laced in the glare he sent. The man in the frame merely grinned cheekily back at him and placed one of his frail looking hands over his heart.
"I promise that I will not speak one word of you-"Harry waved a hand and a small apple appeared inside the picture, actually in Merlin's mouth effectively shutting him up.
"You don't want to finish that do you Merlin?" he cocked his head, smirking slightly. The man in the portrait nodded and Harry waved the apple away.
"What's going on here Merlin?" the man from before asked, a smile on his lips.
"Going on? My dear Remus why would anything be going on? I'm talking with my young friend here. Very powerful he is... Well, if I were alive I'm sure he'd give me a run for my Galleons." He snuck worried glances at the floor- bound wizard and saw that he still had his finger out. He glared at the offending finger as if it would be the death of him. Remus laughed at his attitude.
"So, Harry..." Remus said as he sat down next to his student. "Whose smell is intoxicating?" He saw Harry's eyes widen then turn away quickly, muttering something like 'Not now, no no' and grinned. While Harry was otherwise engaged in his own ramblings, Remus chanced a look at the Portrait of Merlin and saw that the old man had a grin on his face that stretched from one ear to the other.
The newly re-instated Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts raised an eyebrow at the portrait then allowed the other eyebrow to rise as realisation dawned upon him. He pointed at Harry, then to himself whiles looking at Merlin for confirmation. The man in the portrait nodded with his grin widening.
"Harry." Remus spoke softly, getting the 7th years attention. "Come on, let's get something to eat. I didn't see you in the Hall at dinner." He got up, Harry following not long after and after nodded his goodbye to Merlin's portrait, Remus lead Harry down the way he came up and straight to the staff quarters.
~End Flashback~
"I never did get the old fool back for that little slip." Harry muttered to himself as he massaged some shampoo into his hair.
"He did us both a favour and I sure as hell don't regret it." The same voice from his memory spoke up from behind him again, startling Harry out of his thoughts. Though he didn't turn around, he knew who the owner of the voice was.
"Remus." He breathed, before rinsing his hair free of the shampoo suds. "Did you want something, Remus?" he asked, still not looking back. He waited for half a minute before Remus actually answered.
"I do, but that will wait." It came out more strangled than he'd hoped it would but the site of Harry naked in the shower was just too much for him and it took all of his self-control not to jump he younger wizard right there. Shaking his head free of those thoughts – for now – he noticed Harry was now looking at him curiously.
*Surely he knows what he does to me.* he thought with a mental sigh.
"Lily's clothes; I can't find them." The werewolf spoke up finally.
"I'll be out in a minute to get them." Harry replied softly, reaching for a nearby towel and wrapping it around his waist. Remus followed the others movements intently, seemingly not realising his staring was making the younger wizard fidget. "Remus?" The soft, silky voice almost cut through his self control right then, but he just barely managed to hold himself together enough to get out of there and rejoin his daughter and friends.
When he arrived back in the living area, he quickly closed Harry's bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
"You only had to ask for the squirt's clothes Remus..." He heard the teasing voice of Sirius Black and looked over to find both James and Sirius wearing identical grins and Lily not paying any attention to any of them. The werewolf then proceeded to scowl at Sirius.
"Seeing ones mate in a situation like that after years of being apart... well, it's a tad distracting, Padfoot." He picked up a pillow and threw it at his now laughing friends.
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(A little extra note, I made a little mistake, so I had to repost this chapter. It was just a mistake with Lily's age, nothing major.)
I want to thank 'BipolarGirl' for her suggestions regarding this chapter. I simply could not think of anything to write to follow the first one so this fine person was gracious enough to offer a little advice.
I am forever in your debt.
Review!
Thank you!!