A/N: Just the one chapter today, will catch up during the weekend. Thanks for all your support of this story.
Chapter 12
The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered in snow. His daughter was a lovely little girl, smart and beautiful, but had the ability of losing her belongings in the strangest places. Right now, they were in their own backyard looking for the glove he had just spotted; Lily had lost it while chasing the dog, Phineas, around the yard. True to herself, Hermione had planned the hunt, dividing the yard into smaller parcels so it would be more efficient. At seven months pregnant, her area was obviously the smallest."Who would ask a pregnant woman to waddle so much through the snow?", she had asked.
Harry bent down to pickup the glove, and as he rose, he yelled:
"Silly Lily!"
"Yes, Daddy?" He shook the item in his hand "Oh thank you Daddy! You know, these are my favorite gloves. You are my hero, Daddy! Let me go tell Mummy you founded it."
"Found it, honey. Now go along!"
As he watched her run through the snow, bellowing for Hermione while waving the glove above her head, he reminisced about his past. Being called hero by the Daily Prophet meant so little, when compared to the same words when uttered by Lilly.