Hariana Imagines

Darcy

Ariana and Harry were currently cuddled up in bed, the sunlight coming from the window brightening the room. It was 9 am, 2 hours earlier than they usually wake up, so they they took advantage and used the time wisely with a cuddle.

Harry had his arms securely wrapped around Ariana, his head snuggled into the crook of her neck, whilst Ariana's fingers were playing with his chocolate brown curls and getting tangled every now and then. Ariana was lightly singing a song, while Harry's eyes were closed, relaxing and finding comfort in her voice. He smiled as she kissed his head gently, her other arm effortlessly holding Harry.

They were enjoying just being each other's company for the day, nothing interrupting or bothering them, just them.

They both snapped their heads towards the door creaking open slowly, as a little body came walking in.

"Darcy, you're up early." Ariana kept her eyes gazed at the little 4 year old, as she lifted her head up with tear-stained cheeks.

Ariana gasped as she realized Darcy was going to cry any second now, "What's wrong baby?" She let go of Harry, as he too noticed his daughter in a emotional state at the moment.

"Mummy, daddy, I had a nightmare." She let out a sob, crying into the palm of her hands.

"Aww, c'mere honey." Darcy walked to the bed, still crying, as Harry lifted her up on the bed and placed her on his lap.

Harry looked at Ariana worried, as he kept a protective hold on his world, his everything.

Ariana scooted closer, brushing strays of hair out of Darcy's face gently.

"Princess, do you want to tell us what your nightmare was about?" Harry took her small hands in his, leaving small kisses on the back of her hands.

She sniffled as he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb.

"I-I dreamt that Molly d-died. When I woke up I didn't find Molly next to me like I always do when I wake up, and so I thought it actually happened." She played with her fingers nervously.

"Aww, princess." Harry brought her to his chest, Darcy cuddling close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck as she kept on sniffling.

Harry pulled Ariana to him as well, as Ariana rubbed Darcy's back comfortingly.

Darcy slowly pulled away when she heard a soft meow.

She gasped, "Molly, you're alive!" The cat jumped on the bed and immediately rested on her small lap.

She squealed in joy, petting the cat and hugging her carefully.

Harry and Ariana smiled at their toddler who looked happier than ever.

Darcy giggled when Molly climbed onto her back.

Harry chuckled, clearly happy with his little family.

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