Hey Lovelies! Okay this is it, the final chapter, and once again, she is in green. We have to come full circle right! I hope that by the end of this you know exactly who our mystery "Lady" is, and I hope that you have enjoyed it!
The Lady In Green, Again
She stood in the doorway watching the two sleeping forms on the bed. Her green bathrobe pulled tightly around her once again tiny frame. She watched as Harry's breathing changed, the slow, steady rise and fall becoming shallower as he began to wake. She smiled when the baby didn't so much as stir as Harry's arm came up to cradle her more tightly to his chest. She could watch the two of them for hours.
Lily Isobel had sure been a surprise, neither one of them giving a second thought to the fact that it was still possible for a witch of her caliber to get pregnant at her age. They hadn't even considered it. But here she was, six weeks old this morning, a mess of curly dark hair and a pair of bright green eyes.
She glanced out the window of their bedroom as the sun began to rise over the hills to the east. Early mornings were her favorite time of day. The only time when the house was completely quiet and there was a serene sense of peace. She turned away from the rolling green hills of the outside world and focused on her world instead.
Her world was starting to wake up. The hand that wasn't wrapped around their infant daughter came up to Harry's face and he wiped the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. He turned his head and smiled at her. "Morning."
"Morning." She returned his smile and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Give her here so you can get up." She reached for the baby, but Harry shook his head.
"Leave her until she wakes. She's going to want you then anyhow, the only time she wants me is to sleep on me."
"True." She chuckled softly; Lily really was a mommy's girl. "Are you ready for the party tonight?"
"Do we have to go?" He groaned and she rolled her eyes.
"Yes, we have to go. Harry I'm tired of being cooped up in this house, I haven't left the property since we brought Lily home. I want to go to this party. Besides, what kind of hostess would I be if I didn't' even bother to show up."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Just because it's in the castle doesn't mean that you have to be the hostess. It's Kingsley's party, make him do it."
"If our daughter has inherited anything from you I sincerely hope that it is not your attitude." She grinned.
"Oh yeah?" He snorted air out of his nose and caused the baby to stir. He sat up against the headboard and tried to console her before giving up and handing her off to his wife. "Well I think we can agree that she already inherited that Scottish temper of yours."
"Unfortunately…" She cooed the word at the baby and as soon as Lily found herself in her mother's arms she relaxed. "Good morning beautiful girl." She smiled down at the baby, "Your daddy and I are sorry for waking you."
Lily blinked up at her as tears started to well up in her eyes once more. "All right." She looked up at Harry, "Why don't you go get us breakfast and I will feed this little one?"
"Sounds good." He kissed the top of Lily's head and her cheek as he slipped out of the bed and off down the hall.
She untied her green robe and settled against the headboard to feed the baby. Lily's hand laid unknowingly on one of the four radiant scars that covered her mother's chest. A tear slipped from her eye as she felt the heat from the baby's hand on the smooth flesh.
She looked once more out the window towards the Scottish Highlands. The sun had risen over the hills by now and the day was about them. She heard the sound of the door swinging open and she smiled at Harry as he made his way back over to the bed.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Her eyes drifted to the baby in her arms and Harry noticed where Lily's hand was resting. "I was just remembering how much I have to be grateful for. You, Lily, our lives here together, we have a lot to be thankful for."
"Yeah," He leaned over and kissed all four of her scars before running a hand over Lily's head and then pressing his lips to hers. "I'm reminded everyday."
Okay, so our mini series is complete! And hopefully now you all know just exactly who our mystery woman is. Dark hair, green eyes, scars, Scotland, and a baby named for both of her grandmothers...Are you surprised?