Harry Potter awoke to the loud cries of his youngest daughter, Holly. He groaned and rolled over in his bed. He knew he would have to get up eventually. He turned his head to the sleeping figure next to him. Ginny looked so peaceful, and Harry did not want to disturb her. He watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, and noticed her glowing, deep red hair fanned out on her favorite pillow. Even when she was sleeping, Ginevra Molly Weasley always wore a content smile. He wondered how he was ever so lucky to have such a breathtaking wife.
The toddler's cries rang through the otherwise silent morning, awakening Harry once again, this time from his daydreams. He got up and trudged to his youngest daughter's bedroom. Harry grumbled about Ginny being able to sleep through all the noise, but all of his grouchy morning thoughts dissolved as he walked into his daughter's room.
Holly Marie Potter was standing in her crib, feeling annoyed and impatient. She stared at her father indignantly, waiting to be picked up. Harry chuckled. She took after her mother- Holly was a stubborn, but beautiful little girl, and never once forgot to wake up her father every morning at the crack of dawn.
"Calm down, sweetie, Daddy's here," Harry cooed. Seeing his daughter waiting for him like that, totally dependent on him, made his heart melt. He would always be there for her. Always. No matter what it took, Harry was sure that he would never let Holly or any of his other children feel alone or unloved.
"Whew, Holly, you need a change!" Harry jumped, nearly dropping the toddler. This was his normal reaction to a smelly diaper. Ginny always made fun of Harry for being so surprised every time his daughter needed a change.
As Harry changed his daughter's diaper, his thoughts drifted elsewhere. He though back to his best friends' wedding. Hermione and Ron had married shortly after their seventh year. Harry and Ginny couldn't help finding this amusing- it had taken so long for those two to find each other, but once they did, they didn't hesitate to make it official. Harry and Ginny had been seeing each other for a few years before they married. He noted that they would be married twelve years next month, October.
"Daddy," Holly whined.
Harry hadn't realized that Holly was fully changed and ready to go. He had become too immersed in his own thoughts. "Sorry, honey", Harry smiled.
Holly grinned back at her father and carefully toddled over to the bookshelf. She carefully examined each book, until she came across the all too familiar, Quidditch Through the Ages. Even at the young age of two, Holly had a great interest in Quidditch, and was fascinated by this book, even though she could only understand the pictures.
Harry allowed his thoughts to wander once again. He loved being a father- and was always proud to say that he was the happy father of three beautiful daughters. First there was Ashley, and she was currently in her second year at Hogwarts. Then, shortly after came Claire Michelle, who had, a few weeks ago, began her first year of school. Lastly, seven years after Claire came his baby- Holly Marie.
Harry couldn't help it, but he knew it was true: he did have an extra special place in his heart for his youngest. Perhaps it was because she was so like her mother, and looked stunningly like her. There was one distinct difference between the two; however- Holly had inherited Harry's green eyes, making her the splitting image of Lily Potter. Holly reminded Harry of his mother, and it seemed as though there was some sort of connection between Harry and his youngest because of this.
As Harry watched his daughter happily turning the pages of her favorite book, he wondered what he would ever do without her.