Chapter Five-four.

Lily Potter sat on top of her slumbering father, slowly sliding a crayon into his nostril. Lily was bored; she had already drawn on her father face, painted his nails—fingers and toes—played with his hair, finally deciding on pig tails, read three books and watched a movie.

Lily's daddy had fallen asleep at ten this morning, and it was nearly four o'clock now, Mommy would be home soon. Lily heaved a sigh, lying down on her Daddy's chest, snuggling closer.

Today was supposed to be fun, it was the first holiday daddy had had since school had started up again, he was supposed to spend it with Lily, who with James and Albus in school was mostly all alone. Even with Teddy coming to see her every now and then, but she still felt terribly lonely.

She wanted to play with her dad, she missed him.

Tears leaked from her eyes as she snuggled into her dad's shirt and tried to take a nap. 'At least we can do this together.' Lily thought wiping at her eyes.

Harry gasped, sitting up right. He looked around him at the familiar living room, sighing as a heavy wave of relief washed over him, he was back. He'd done it broken out of his stupid dream world. Lily yelped, as she was pushed off the couch.

Harry looked down smiling at his little girl, tears falling down his cheeks as he scooped her up into a hug.

"I'm so sorry Lily," Harry said stroking his little girl's hair. "I really didn't mean to sleep for so long."

"It's okay." She sniffed, fresh tears joining her father's.

"No, I'll make it up to you." Harry said pulling her to arms length. "Let's go out for dinner, just the two of us."

"Really?" Lily asked as Harry wiped away the last of her tears with her thumb.

"Really."

"Well I guess you should wash your face first." Lily said getting up off the couch and heading out of the room. "You have a little something on your face." She said waving a hand over her own. "Like everywhere."

Harry frowned, just noticing the green crayon that his daughter had shoved up his nose. He shook his head, pulling the crayon out of his nose as he grabbed his wand. Walking over to the mirror, he nearly screamed at the black bread and mustache that had been drawn on his face and the four pig tails the stood up at odd angles.

With a few waves of his wand his nails and face where back to normal. Running a hand over his clean shaven face he sighed. It was good to be back even if it had all been in his mind, the feeling of being trapped in that hospital would haunt him until the day he died.

He never wanted to feel that helpless again.

"Daddy! Are we still going?" Lily asked peeking around the door frame at him; she'd changed her clothing and had pulled her hair into a pony tail.

Pulling out the last of the pig tail he ruffled his messy hair and smiled. "Yes we're still going, get your jacket on."

"Yah!" Lily cried running towards the front hall.

A rapping at the window told Harry that an owl was waiting for him, but he just opened the window a crack letting the bird in before telling it. "I'm going out with my daughter, your welcome to stay until we get back." The owl hooted. And Harry taking that as a thank you walked out to go and find his daughter.

Lily was waiting by the car, bouncing on her heels.

Looking out over the neighborhood Harry decided that he didn't want to be confined in the car, so taking Lily's hand he said. "Let's walk to the park and get some ice cream first alright?"

Lily beamed. "Sure Daddy."

Harry couldn't help but smiled as they walked, Lily might no know it yet but Harry was going to miss her terribly when she left for school, he wouldn't tell her but he was not looking forward to letting her go. And after she saved him from that blasted cursed couch, he knew that it was going to take even more adjusting to get used to not having her meet him at the door every night.

He would be lonely without her.

"Daddy, next year I'll be going to school with James and Al."

"Yes."

"You'll write me everyday won't you?" she asked gripping his hand tightly.

"If you want me too," Harry said smiling down at her. "I'll write you at every meal."

At the moment nothing couldn't have ruined Harry mood, Voldemort could come back from the dead and he would still be the happiest father on the planet.

Little did Harry know what would be waiting for him when he arrived home later that evening...

Ginny Potter was exhausted, she dropped her bag and called out to the empty house, upon receiving no answer, she preceded to the living room where she then flopped down onto the couch.

She had been planning on closing her eyes for a minute, but the lull of sleep was more then she expected and she was out before she even knew it.

Ginny woke to the quite beeping of a machine; the continuous beeping began to pick up speed as she realized that she wasn't in her house any more.

She was lying in a double bed, with a canopy hanging around it, concealing the room from her view. "Harry!" she yelled pushing the blankets off her. Cold air assaulted her skin and she couldn't stop the shivers from shaking her thin from.

Her night gown was too light for such cold weather, she hugged herself, swinging her legs off the bed and trying to stand. But before she could the canopy was ripped opened and Harry pushed her back into bed.

"What do you think you doing?" He said pulling the blankets up over her. "You can't be walking around with your fever the way it is now."

Ginny stared at him. "I don't have a fever Harry."

Harry look softened to one of pity. "Of course not Ms. Weasley." Ginny was so stunned that she didn't notice as he injected something into her IV. "Nurse! Get me another heat patch for Ms. Weasley." Harry said wiping her head with a dump cloth.

"Harry what are you playing at?"

"Shush, shush dear, everything will be fine soon." Ginny smiled as he pressed his lips to her forehead, "Don't you worry about a thing." he said as Ginny's eyelids began to feel heavy. "I'm going to take care of you."

"Here the heating patch you wanted." A female voice said as a hand reached towards Harry, he took the item and began to peel off the protective sheet.

"Ms. Weasley can you lean back a bit?"

Ginny nodded leaning back against the pillows. Harry cool hands place the patch on her forehead and smoothed it over her skin, then in a husky voice he lean closer and said. "I won't tell my wife about us, you've convinced me."

Ginny wanted to scream at him to stop joking around but her mouth felt like cotton. 'Harry was having an affair?' it was her worst nightmare some true, what was going on?

'Please.' Ginny begged.' let this be a dream.'

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