Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter ... yet.
AN: For those of you who don't read any of my other stories ... I'm an Aunt again - there's almost too many to count! Anna Grace was born about 2 months early. She's doing well. They took her off the ventilator today as she's started breathing on her own. Any prayers or just kind thoughts are much appreciated. :)
Little Harry tended to the garden in the front yard. He always tended the garden but never got any praise for the vibrant and beautiful flowers.
Little Harry knew each and every flower that was planted there, as he was usually the one to have planted it, so it was something of a surprise to see a bright red Lily, the stem the color of his eyes, blooming where he knew one had never been planted. Harry knew his Aunt would never have a Lily in her garden - it was the one flower she always shied away from even though the neighbors thought it odd.
Little Harry leaned down to get a closer look. It really was a very pretty flower and the color seemed familiar - like he'd seen it somewhere before. He breathed in the scent and giggled as it tickled his nose.
The sound must have been too loud for the door slammed and Little Harry was roughly dragged from the ground. Aunt Petunia gave a horrified scream as she saw the Lily, reaching forward to pull it, roots and all, from the ground.
The little Lily would continue to bloom in that spot for years to come no matter how many times Petunia dug up each and every root.
Fin