The Magical Child (Drarry)

Chapter One

From the moment he held her. He was hooked. Line and all. He was smitten with the small girl laying asleep in his arms. The one he had raised within him, all by himself.

From the moment he had breathed the words 'I'm pregnant', he was completely in love. The young girl who he had created had him wound around her finger.

See, ever since the moment he had a thought about her, he knew he was in love. No one could replace her. No one would. It was her and him against the world.

And since the day she had taken her first breath, it was.

When the young child began to get older though, when she went off to Hogwarts, she began to wonder. She began to grow without her father. Her branches reached out, they bloomed. Her branches tangled with others branches.

Yet Harry, her loving father, stood the same. His branches reaching in her direction.

Hogwarts was the hardest time for Harry. For he knew, soon enough, he would send his daughter away on the train for months on end. She would meet new people, grow taller, stretch her branches further and further away from Harry.

Harry don't think he was suffocating. Not really. He just loved his daughter, for she was the only thing he had, the only thing he had ever truly loved. Loved so hard, and so deep down it hurt.

Of course, he knew that, eventually, his daughter would grow away from him. All kids did, he knew that. He just wished it had come later, had given him a few more years with his number one.

But there was another problem with her growing up, as she got older, she learned more, learned to question things that didn't make sense. While not a problem for most, Harry's rocky and quite un-orthodoxed history, left a lot of room for questions.

One night, while eating dinner together, peacefully, Lily had put her fork down on her plate and looked at Harry, carefully studying him.

Harry had asked what was wrong to which she shook her head and went back to her meal. A few moments later, after a long sip from her water glass she finally spilled her guts.

"I was talking to one of my friend's," Harry hummed his acknowledgment and continued to cut up his dinner, "and they were talking about their mom's and asked where mine was."

Harry's silverware crashed down onto his plate. The room felt like it was moving quickly around him, he was nauseous, and dizzy. He felt hot and cold all at once.

Looking up, Lily had one eyebrow raised, looking at her father with a curious expression.

"Are you alright dad?" She asked apprehensively.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." Harry mumbled to her.

"I just thought that maybe, since we've never talked about it before, now would be a good time to do so. Since, I'm older and wiser." She was pushing food around on her plate.

"Plus," Lily continued, "I think I have the right to know, don't you? Since she's my mother and all."

Harry sat there, taking deep breaths. Now, right now, right here, was not the time to talk about this. In fact, he didn't think there would ever be a time or place to talk about it.

"I dunno Lily. There's a lot there to unpack. A lot of..." He searched for the right word, "a lot of adult stuff, that you may not understand. It could make the situation more confusing than need be."

Lily stared at him with a blank expression. "Dad, I'm nearly 16."

Harry smiled warmly at the girl across from him and picked his silverware up once more, "Exactly my point dearest. You're not nearly old enough to understand everything that happened."

Looking back down at his dinner, he was sure then that conversation was done and over with. They would save it for a rainy day, or...never, whichever came first.

"That's not my point." She mumbled.

Harry looked at her over his glasses. Sighing deeply he straightened, and sat his fork down.

"Lily, you know I can't understand you when you mumble. Speak up."

"I'm nearly 16 and I have no idea who my mother is. That's my point." She grit her teeth together and stared at Harry, unwavering, flared nostrils and all.

Harry swallowed thickly, "I've told you, you're not old enough to understand it. This will not be a topic that I will further discuss with you. I will tell you when I deem you ready to handle and understand the truth."

Lily had stood then, and stormed from the room. That had been one of the last conversations they had had before she went back to Hogwarts for the season.