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Title: Through The Night
Rating: G
Characters & Pairing: Harry, Ginny, James
Word Count: 2 x 100
Content: Dad!Harry
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Not all a parent’s duties are a trial.
A/n: I have no idea why this jumped to mind so readily for
harry100 ’s prompt of “Up All Night” but it did. Enjoy.
There was crying coming from the next room. Harry trained himself to become a very light sleeper over the years and Ginny was still stirring next to him as he rolled out of bed and came to his feet.
“Don’t worry,” Harry whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. “My turn.”
Ginny frowned at him, as if she was quite sure he wasn’t telling the truth but too tired to object. She settled back into bed, her arm around her pregnant belly. Harry pulled on a dressing grown, slipped his wand into it’s pocket and went to see his son.
James’s room was brightly decorated in sky blue. Harry sat next to the cot and smiled down at his son.
“Hey there, little man,” he said gently. “What’s the matter?”
He was ready to summon milk or nappies but it appeared they weren’t needed. Just as Harry made his appearance, James quieted down, looking up with round brown eyes. His blond hair was starting to show a hint of red.
Instead, Harry waved his wand and puffs of coloured smoke appeared to entertain and soothe James to sleep.
It was a sight Harry would happily stay up all night for.
Rating: G
Characters & Pairing: Harry, Ginny, James
Word Count: 2 x 100
Content: Dad!Harry
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Not all a parent’s duties are a trial.
A/n: I have no idea why this jumped to mind so readily for
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There was crying coming from the next room. Harry trained himself to become a very light sleeper over the years and Ginny was still stirring next to him as he rolled out of bed and came to his feet.
“Don’t worry,” Harry whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. “My turn.”
Ginny frowned at him, as if she was quite sure he wasn’t telling the truth but too tired to object. She settled back into bed, her arm around her pregnant belly. Harry pulled on a dressing grown, slipped his wand into it’s pocket and went to see his son.
James’s room was brightly decorated in sky blue. Harry sat next to the cot and smiled down at his son.
“Hey there, little man,” he said gently. “What’s the matter?”
He was ready to summon milk or nappies but it appeared they weren’t needed. Just as Harry made his appearance, James quieted down, looking up with round brown eyes. His blond hair was starting to show a hint of red.
Instead, Harry waved his wand and puffs of coloured smoke appeared to entertain and soothe James to sleep.
It was a sight Harry would happily stay up all night for.