~What's normal?~
What's normal to you, Harry Potter? To live in a cupboard under the stairs? To be able to do magic?
"Happy birthday, Dad!" Lily Luna hands you a gift, wrapped up in red and golden.
You look at her. She's growing up. She's no longer that shy and insecure little girl that buried her face in your neck when you held her. Now she's strong, even stubborn, and knows how to fight for what she believes in. Just like the two women she's named after. But to you? She'll always be your little one.
"Thank you, flower."
"Here comes the cake," shouts James Sirius. Years may go by, but he stays the same—hot-headed but good-hearted. If Snape could see him, he'd deem him the spitting image of his grandfather, his father, and his grand-godfather. And I'm proud of it, you think.
And then there's Albus Severus, the quiet one, who never lets anyone feel unloved and whose eyes, always so expressive, are now shining behind the glasses.
What's normal, Harry Potter?
You blow out the candles, and the smoke disperses in the room as this moment dissolves into memory.
As Ron, James, and Albus compete to get the biggest piece of cake—which is ultimately snatched up by an innocent-looking Lily—Hermione and Ginny burst into stifled laughter, and you wonder where you would be without them.
What's normal, Harry Potter? Death? Blood? War?
You don't know, but you like your routine as it is now. You can't help it.
Written for the awesome Trick Or Treat! event at The Reviews Corner. Prompt: write about a family