Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to the goddess, JKR. An odd idea that barged its way into my mind at 3am this morning. A drabble.


Daddy's Little Girl

He looked at his cousin with trepidation. This had been so unexpected.

"What do you think, Harry?"

Harry smiled as he picked up the glasses that had been inadvertently summoned by Dudley's two-year old daughter, Elizabeth.

"I think she'll give Hermione a run for her money. The question is…are you okay with it? It's not like measles…it won't go away," Harry replied.

"Gwasses!" Elizabeth shouted enthusiastically as Harry's glasses ended up in her hands again.

Dudley chuckled as he looked at his little girl with affection and felt his wife's hand slip into his.

"I'm more than okay with it."