James held his daughter and looked at her perfectly formed face with awe. She was barely an hour old. Cassandra Elizabeth Potter had her mother's delicate features and her father's black hair.
James was hopelessly in love.
Maggie had done beautifully and was now sleeping. Her mum Peg and dad Dennis had just left. His mum and dad were waiting for the OK to come in and see their granddaughter. But for now he was just sitting and holding his daughter.
What would the future hold for this child? Would she have as special of a childhood as he had? Would peace hold, or would another evil rise to threaten all he held dear?
How had his parents done it? How did you raise a child? His dad had told him that a wise man had once said that the best gift you can give your child is to love it's mother. He certainly loved his wife.
He loved his life too. Sure owning the last place team in the quidditch league was a challenge, but he knew it would be hard work when he had bought them. Rose was working just as hard as he was to turn things around.
His folks were healthy and happy. His brother and sister lived near. He was close to them and his god-brother and all his cousins.
It was a far safer time than when his grandparents had started their families. There were no evil wizards out for world domination.
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Harry stood quietly in the doorway watching his son. It was good to be a grand-dad. Ginny and he knew they had done a fair job raising their three. Watching Lilly and now James start families had confirmed what wonderful adults they had become.
Ginny stood cradled under Harry's arm. The smile on her face let him know she was thinking the same thing.
James turned and saw his parents. Harry and Ginny entered the room to meet their newest granddaughter.
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I know a short one. I'm just back from war. (Estrella war, an event of the Society for Creative Anachronism)
It rained and we had adobe mud. Then we drove back from Arizona to Missouri. I'm bushed! But this little plot bunny had been beating about in my brain all the time I was gone. So I dashed off this short chappie.
I'll post another, longer one after I've had 8 hours. Grandma Beth.