Harmony at Home

Mummy's Magic Kisses

It was Sunday night in the Potter household. It was Sunday night everywhere else, too, but as Sunday nights meant Daddy and youngest daughter time, little Celesca Potter had come to decide that it was a special night made just for them.

The reason that it was just Harry and Celesca every Sunday was that once a week Hermione Potter went to visit her friend, Mrs Longbottom, and took Sophie Potter, Celesca's older and most annoying sibling, along with her, so she could play with her best friend, Alison. That left Harry and Celesca all alone, and this was how Celesca thought she might like things best.

That night, after Harry had made them a scrumptious dinner of self-spelling Alphabites with potatoes and sweetcorn - which was Celesca's favourite - they then shared a large bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream, which was Harry's favourite, and then flopped down onto the settee in the living room to let all that food go down.

So as Harry stretched out on the large couch, his daughter perched herself in a good position for a cuddle with her elbows resting on his chest. Then she delicately traced the old scar on Harry's head with her finger. Celesca had always been fascinated by this scar, as it reminded her very much of a bolt of lightening, even though it was very faded now.

"Daddy - tell me how you got your scar."

"You know how I got it, sweetie."

"Well tell me again," Celesca insisted, settling down for the story.

"Alright," Harry began. "Once upon a time there was a very bad man -"

"Who had no nose," Celesca added for detail.

"Who had no nose, quite right," Harry agreed. "Anyway, the bad man didn't like anyone very much, but he didn't like your Granddad and Grandma Potter worse than most. So, one night, he went to their house and did a very bad spell on them."

"The abracadabra one," Celesca filled in.

"Yes, the abracadabra one," Harry grinned.

"That's the one that sent them to sleep forever."

"It is," Harry nodded, solemnly. "Then, the bad man tried to do the spell on me, but it didn't work. Instead, it bounced back and hit him in the face."

Celesca looked up with a curious frown. "Is that what made him have no nose?"

"I don't know. Maybe," Harry mused. "But I think he might have had no nose before that."

"Oh. Okay. So why didn't it work on you?"

"Because I'm a superhero!"

"Daddy!" Celesca cried, rolling her eyes. "You are not a superhero."

"And why not?" Harry smirked.

"Because you don't have a cape or a mask or anything," Celesca pointed out. "All superheroes have those. Everyone knows that."

"I do have a cape," Harry reminded her. "A very magic one."

"A magic cape is no good if people cant see it," Celesca frowned, realising what her Daddy was talking about. "How would they know that a superhero had come to save the day if they were hiding behind something invisible? Superheroes don't hide."

"That's true," Harry nodded. "Alright, so maybe I'm not a superhero. But I did survive the abracadabra spell - twice - so I cant be that bad."

Celesca scrunched her little blue eyes as she thought about that. She traced the scar again.

"Did it hurt, when the spell hit you?"