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Category: Post-HBP Characters:Other, Harry/Ginny Genres: Fluff Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: G Reviews: 26 Summary: Harry always finds himself getting lost in her eyes...(sequel to In Her Room) Hitcount: Story Total: 6022 Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work. |
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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Jo...except the character Grace Potter, which I created myself. :) Hello everyone! This is a bit of a sequel to a one shot I posted last month, titled In Her Room. I never planned on making a sequel to that story, but so many of you enjoyed the story. And over at FictionAlley (where I also posted it) everyone was begging for a sequel, so here it is! You don't have to read the first story to enjoy this one, but this sort of acts as a counterpart to it's predecessor. Anyway, enough preamble.. Enjoy! :) He opened his eyes to see two large pair of brown ones staring directly at him. He groaned slightly, but smiled as she moved away from his face and tugged on the hem of his night shirt. “Grace, why are you up so early, darling?” he closed his eyes again, hoping that she’d get the hint and move on. “Daddy, wake up!” she cried, and tried to pry his eye lids open with her fingers. Beside him, his wife stirred and Harry tried to stifle a laugh as Ginny sat up in the bed with a highly affronted expression on her face. “Gracie, what are you doing in Mummy and Daddy’s bed? It’s not time to get up yet- the alarm doesn’t go off until another hour,” she said, giving their daughter a stern look. Grace shook her head, causing her curly red hair to whirl around her face. “It’s time for work,” she stressed, pointing at the small alarm clock that sat on the side of the bed. Harry whipped his head towards it, and to his surprise, their daughter was right. “Uh, Gin? It’s already nine thirty. If we don’t hurry, we’re going to be late.” Ginny jumped out of bed quickly. “The alarm didn’t go off! Damn Muggle devices...I should’ve given Dad that stupid alarm back when he gave it to us,” she said a mild curse under her breath, and she and Harry both looked at their daughter with curious expressions. “Grace, when did you learn how to tell time?” Harry asked, his voice high with surprise. She shrugged her shoulders and giggled, and Ginny flopped back down on the bed to tickle her. “You’re a life saver, Gracie. What would we do without you?” Grace smiled up at her mother as she kissed her tenderly on the cheek. “I don’t know,” she threw her hands up in the air, and Harry laughed. “Precocious doesn’t even start to sum you up,” he said, lightly tapping his daughter’s nose which she immediately crinkled up. “What does ‘pree co shous’ mean, Daddy?” she asked innocently, causing her parents to laugh. “Daddy will explain it to you later,” Ginny decided, lifting their daughter from the bed. “For now, you and I are going to get dressed so Daddy can get ready for work first. Are you excited about going to Grandma’s house today?” Grace nodded her head enthusiastically, and before Ginny lead her back into her own room, she turned around to kiss Harry. “I’ll be quick,” he promised and his wife and daughter left him alone in the room to change for work. He walked over to their bureau and pulled out his slacks and shirt, and changed into them. As he buttoned the front of his shirt up, he found his mind wandering to thoughts of his young daughter. Just the night before, he had snuck into her room to check in on her, though he stayed much longer than he had planned. That might’ve contributed to the fact that he and his wife had slept in that morning. He smiled dreamily, as he thought of how easy it was for the time to pass when he was watching her sleep peacefully; he imagined that she had sweet and innocent dreams that carried her through the night, and he couldn’t help but watch over her in case that changed. He wanted to be there to hold her through her first nightmare. He had been there for the rest of her ‘firsts’, after all. Like her first steps; after a year of crawling about the floor, she finally stood and tottered straight into Ginny’s arms after a long evening of coaching. Harry remembered holding his breath the entire time she walked with wobbly steps towards them, and he didn’t let the breath out until she had landed safely into Ginny’s arms. He was the there the first time Grace lost a tooth. They were all eating dinner, and it was a very pleasant meal, until Grace looked up at him and Ginny with a surprised expression, and opened her hands to reveal a small tooth in her palms. It had been wiggly for weeks, and perhaps it was the dinner of steak and potatoes that finally pushed it to the limit. His chest had filled up with pride as he watched how brave his daughter was as Ginny took the tooth away and he rinsed her mouth out with antiseptics. Her first word had been quite a treat as well. Grace was only six months old and so far she had made small, nonsensical noises, but still hadn’t said any actual words. So, Harry and Ginny dedicated yet another evening of just talking to their young daughter, hoping she would repeat one of the words that they steadily recited to her. It seemed to be a failed attempt, and they had just begun to slump back into the sofa when her eyes lit up and she sat forward in her high chair to spurt out the word, “Daddy”. Harry’s chest had once again swelled with joy, but not to leave Ginny out, she also belted out “Mummy” a few seconds later. He and Ginny had grabbed her up and later reminisced on the moment with such happiness that only their young daughter could bring. And then there was the first ‘first’ Harry could remember; the first time she had opened her eyes. Ginny had just finished the delivery, and Harry was allowed back into the room. The Healer that had tended to the delivery, carefully laid Grace into Ginny’s arms, and Harry leaned down to look into her small face. She twisted and turned in her mother’s arms, and she blinked back against the bright lights in the room. Harry quickly moved in front of his wife and daughter; his tall figure blocking the huge lights from their view. Grace seemed to smile at this action, and finally opened her tiny eyes and looked directly up at him. He felt his own eyes watering as he stared into her deep brown eyes. Even only a few minutes old, her eyes were wide and full of wonder; innocent, and unassuming. She stared up at him with eyes that were soft with naivety and simplicity, and he wondered what it would be like to look into her eyes many years later; would she still be full of the wonder, innocence, and joy that she once had? And in that moment, he vowed that he would do whatever he could to make sure that she always had those qualities within her. He finished dressing, and headed downstairs into the kitchen, where Ginny was placing Grace into her chair at the table. Ginny had pulled Grace’s hair back into two long plaits, and since they were just dropping her off at the Burrow for the day, she was wearing Muggle attire of jeans a pink t-shirt. “Oi, you took forever Harry,” Ginny whined, causing her husband to laugh. “Sorry. I got distracted,” he smiled, and she kissed his cheek quickly before scurrying down the hall. “I’m going to get dressed,” she called behind her, leaving Harry alone with Grace. He looked down at his daughter with a smile, and watched as she ate the porridge her mother had fixed for breakfast. Grace looked up and caught her father smiling and greeted him with a toothy grin. “Daddy? After you pick me up from Grandma’s can we play a game?” He leaned across the table so he was looking directly into her eyes. “Sure Gracie. What kind of game?” “How about hide and go seek?” she suggested. “And Mum can play too.” “That sounds great,” Harry smiled. “I can’t wait.” “Me either!” she enthused, causing her bowl of porridge to tilt and spill out on the table. Harry jumped up before the porridge could land on his clothes, whipped out his wand, and waved it over the mess. He was so wrapped up in the process of cleaning the table, that he hadn’t noticed when Grace began crying. He looked up from the table just as she put her head down and started to sob. “Grace, what’s the matter?” He walked around the table and kneeled before his daughter. He cupped her face in his hands and brought her head up to face his. She sniffled, and her brown eyes clouded over with tears again. “I’m sorry I spilled my porridge, Daddy. I made a big mess,” she sobbed. “Oh Gracie, its okay,” he soothed, pulling her into his lap. “Daddy cleaned it up; it wasn’t a big deal at all.” She sniffed loudly and looked back up into her father’s eyes. She searched his face for signs of disappointment with her or anger, but when she realized that he wasn’t upset about the accident, her eyes softened and she broke out into another smile. Harry watched as his daughter’s eyes roamed around his face. He could see his own reflection in her big brown eyes, and his heart hurt to see his little girl so upset over something as simple as spilled porridge. But her eyes lit up once again, and crinkled at the edges from the width of her enthusiastic smile. “See Grace, its okay. I’m not angry with you, everyone makes mistakes,” he stressed. “Even you, daddy?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder. He smiled and nodded. “Even me. I’ve made plenty of mistakes. Just ask your mum sometimes, I’m sure she’ll be glad to tell you about a few of them,” he winked. “It’s okay if you make mistakes, just as long as you learn from them.” Grace nodded her head in understanding. “So next time I won’t spill my porridge,” she surmised. “Right. And even if you do, it’s still okay,” he said, gently tugging on one of her braids. “Because Mummy and Daddy will still love you. And so will Grandma, and Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione...” “And Uncle Fred and Uncle George?” Harry nodded with a smile. “Yep. Everyone will still love you,” he finished, placing a small kiss on her forehead. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned close and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Guess what, Daddy? I love you too!” His heart skipped a beat as he stared down at his daughter with love and admiration. “Really? How much do you love me?” “This much!” she said, stretching out her arms wide in front of her. He chuckled lightly. “Oh yeah? Well, I love you this much,” he smiled, stretching out his arms as far as they would go. She giggled and sat back down in her seat. “I think you win, Daddy,” she said, taking in his stretched out arms. He laughed and kneeled back down before his daughter. She met his eyes once again, and he smiled, knowing that as long as he could help it, she would always be as sweet and innocent as she was then. As he thought about earlier, he knew that as long as it was in his control, her eyes would always reflect the love, joy, and warmth that they did at that moment. “You know, Grace, I think you’re right,” he said softly, pulling his young daughter into a tight hug. “I did win. I won the moment you were born.” She looked up at her father, not quite understanding his words, but he didn’t take the time to explain it. Instead, he continued to hold her tightly in his arms, and hoped that he would never have to let her go. A/N: Thanks for reading! Please leave comments and reviews! I might make this into a trilogy, but I'm not sure yet. I hope you enjoyed the story, and look forward to the upcoming chapter of my novel-length, What's Left To Give. Thanks again for reading and have a great day! :) |
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