A/N: This is another prompt from Ykks so once again you can thank (or blame) her :)


"How are you feeling, Harry?" The woman asked the man seated in the hospital bed.

Harry Potter perked up at his name and smiled politely. "I'm fine, thank you. Yourself?"

"I've been better." The woman replied with a sad smile.

"Well, whatever it is that's got you down I hope it gets better." Harry replied politely, his green eyes looking at her with genuine concern. "I've had better days too, I can't remember exactly why I'm here, but the healers told me my wife would be by soon. I keep looking out for her, but she hasn't arrived yet."

The woman smiled at him. "You love her very much." She said and Harry nodded emphatically.

"With my whole heart."

"Tell me about her."

She watched as his eyes glazed over and a pleasant look colored his face. "Daphne." He breathed reverently. "She's the most beautiful woman in the world. Blonde hair and eyes like yours, a blue that's uncommon, but very striking.

"Beautiful on the outside, but even more on the inside. The kindest soul you'll ever meet but spirited for those she loved. She's a healer, she should be visiting as soon as her shift at St. Mungo's ends."

The woman smiled at him. "The way you speak of her is breathtaking, I'm sure she feels the same way about you."

Harry smiled shyly. "I hope so, I plan to spend the rest of my life telling her and hopefully one day she'll find it in her to believe me."

The woman smiled sadly. "She will."

Just then a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes cracked open the door and Harry beamed. "Daphne! We were just talking about you."

The new guest made her way to Harry and gave him a hug. "I'm not Daphne dad. I'm Violet, you're daughter."

"Violet?" Harry looked at her again and seemed to realize it was indeed his daughter. "You look so much like your mother. Would you happen to know where she is? They said she'd be coming by today, I'm not really sure what's going on."

Violet looked at Harry and smiled sadly. "She's sitting right next to you dad." Harry looked back towards the woman at his side and took her in. Her hair was white now and her face wrinkled, but he recognized her then.

"Daph?" He asked and Daphne smiled at him.

"Hi darling."

"What's going on? Why do you look older? Is it a spell or—"

His voice faltered. Daphne looked at him sadly. "The dementia's progressing love, but if there's one thing I want you to remember it's that I do believe you, about what you think of me. I didn't when we were younger, but now I do."

Harry still looked as if he were struggling to comprehend. "I think I just need to close my eyes for a bit." He said apologetically and minutes later he was asleep.

The tears began to roll down her cheeks silently and Violet held her hand. Daphne would remain with him through this because he would have done the same for her. But she couldn't help but to think to herself what a blessing it was to be loved by this man, and what a curse it was to be forgotten.