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Song: Dance with my father

Artist: Luther Vandross

Summery: A daughter reflects on the death of her father.

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

The heart problems all started 7 almost 8 years ago. 8 years he had survived without another heart attack! That damn heart attack had ruined everything! He had survived the killing cures 2 freaking times and died of a heart attack? I mean, What is that!

Not only is our family in mourning but the whole Wizarding world. The head lines in the Daily Prophet are: SAVIOR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD DIES AT AGE 58. Isn't a heart attack a muggle ailment?

I look around me and I see despair through out the air. I see my three brothers, Teddy, James, and Albus, all crying freely. A few seats down I hear my mother and Aunt Hermione sobbing. Gran Molly is sobbing the loudest. I look at Uncle Ron's face. Tears flow down his cheeks and long nose for his oldest friend.

I remember back when I was 7, the ministry had their first father-daughter ball. All the big families were invited. Every Patriarch was there with their daughters. Uncles Ron, George, Bill, and Percy were there with their daughters, Rose, Roxanne, Victoire and Dominique, and Molly and Lucy, respectively. My mother had even bought me a new dress for the occasion. When it was time to dance I stood on Daddy's feet. That was one of my favorite times with my father. One of my greatest memories of all time.

If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love to dance with my father again

My second favorite memory was my wedding day 10 years ago. Dominic Thomas was waiting for me at the altar and I was getting cold feet. My father was a nervous wreck like you expect a father to be when he's giving away his only daughter. He talked me out of my cold feet instead of talking me out of going through with the marriage.

Right now I have no tears left to cry. My eyes are bloodshot from crying all week and sleepless nights. My daughter sits on my lap, her Caramel colored, 5-year-old face impassive. She gets that her Papa, as she called him, isn't coming back but doesn't quite understand what happened to him.

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me(yeah, yeah)
Then finally make me do just what my momma said
Later that night, when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

I remember all those times I watched him play with his three grandchildren, Melanie (My daughter), Caleb (James' son), and Anthony (Teddy's son). And how he would have played with Albus' unborn child. He always had been great with children. I look at Melanie again and see the emerald green, almond shaped eyes that he had passed on to her. Something to remember him by.

If I could steal
One final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
Cause I'd love love love to dance with my father again

The ceremony's over now and we're viewing the body. This is it. The Great Harry Potter, The Chosen One, The Boy-Who-Lived, was dead.

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I'd pray for her even more than me

I'd pray for her even more than me

"I'll miss you Daddy," I whisper to him. "I'll always be your little girl. And by the way, Your going to be a grandpa, again." I hadn't told anybody that, not even Dominic. "Good bye Daddy." By the end of my good bye I'm crying again but I swallow them. I have to be strong for my mother and brothers.

'You can do it Lily, You have to!' I thought to myself.

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she' s dying to dance with my father again

I am hugged and greeted by my brothers and family. My mum looks even more broken than when Granddad Arthur died, if that's possible. Seeing her makes me beak down again.

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she' s dying to dance with my father again

My knees are weak and I collapse. Someone catches me before I hit the ground. I look up to see my best friend and cousin, Hugo with tears in is eyes brown eyes. I get my balance back and through myself into his arms and cry. He whispers soothing words in my ear though it sounds like it might be more to himself rather than me.

I cry till I have nothing left to cry.

Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream

I am Lily Luna Potter- Thomas

And I wish I could have one more

Dance with my father.


A/N: This story is dedicated to my grandfather who died February 2009 of a heart attack. I am only 13 so i haven't got married nor did i go to a

father-daughter dance with him but this story is based off my own experiences with him.

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