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Chapter 4

"LILY!" 

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"James!" Giggles Lily.

"Give it back!" She says stomping her foot, but the giggle that slips from her mouth takes away the whole serius affect.

"Nope!" Teases James.

"You'll just have to get it yourself." He says holdig the stuffed dog higher in the air.

"Hey no fair!" She gigles, standing on her tippi toes. 

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"No!" Sobs James.

Albus seems to shocked to speak, tears steadily falling down his face.

Harry and Ginny are both holding hands, Ginny leaning into his shoulder, dripping with tears.

Poppy silently slips out of the room, leaving the four of them alone again.

"No. Lily!" Cries James, still not believing his eyes.

He looks over at Albus and sees tears in his eyes as well.

Its not for another few minutes do they hear a pop.

A man and a women apear.

One with red hair and feckles, another with black hair, glasses and green eyes.

"Mom." James chokes put running to the redhead, who pulls both of her sons into a hug.

They had just found out about her death, not evan five minutes earlier they ran into Madame Pomphry who told them the whole story.

It was heart breakimg really.

To Harry it was horrible.

He lost his little girl.

His Lily flower.

His sun of the family.

She's gone.

Just like everyone else.

He kneals down besides his little girl, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

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"Come on daddy!" She cries, running ahead to the last store on their list. Ollivanders. The one thing no one can wait for.

"Hold on hold on. I'm coming." He says laughing, trying to weave his way through the rest of the crowd.

"Can I go by myself? Please?" She begs, giving him her puppy eyes, causing him to melt like butter.

"Go ahead. I'll be right here if you need anything."

"Yay! Thank you daddy!" She cries giving him a hug and running inside.

As Harry waits he thinks about life.

About how much he misses Al and James when they're at Hogwarts.

Now his baby girl is going too.

She wont be there every morning before he goes to work to give him a hug and she wont be there every night when he comes back.

He knows that he is over thinking it.

She's 11 she's turning into her own person.

She dosn't need the help of her parents so much anymore. 

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A tear falls down his face and lands on hers.

Her pale white face.

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