"You Know, if you hang around this earth long enough you really see how things come full circle."
-What did I Do? -
"Harry for Merlin's sake, breathe" Ginny said; rubbing her husband's bent back.
"I think your scaring your son" she added in a whisper so only he could hear.
Albus stood frozen on the spot; his green eyes wide as they stared at his father's hunched form.
"What did I do?" he asked bewildered—and as his mother had said—a little frightened. After all it wasn't every day an innocent question could throw his father into what appeared to be a crazed bout of laughter.
"It's….Al… it's fine….it…. it just…" It was pointless, he couldn't get enough air in his lungs to take a proper breath much less speak in full coherent sentences.
There was just nothing for it: The chosen one. The boy who lived. Savior of the Wizarding world….was utterly defeated.
Completely overcome as he looked up at the small boy in front of him.
Harry Potter's face was a bright red, his eyes watered, and the hands braced against his knees were the only things keeping him from sprawling out on the ground.
"You just…with the…" he pointed vaguely at what Al had clutched in his hand, trying to get himself under control enough to reassure his youngest son that nothing was wrong, but it only seemed to make things worse.
Albus' eyes grew even wider as he held it away from himself. The seven-year old looked from his hand, to his mother, and then back to his still laughing father. After a few seconds hesitation he shoved it at his mother.
"Here..." he said quickly. "I don't want—"
"No sweetie" Ginny cut him off, gently pushing the offer back towards her son. "There's nothing wrong with them…" she promised.
Then she turned back to her husband. "Harry," she whispered sharply, losing her patience on her son's behalf. Sure she could understand the humor in the situation, but she could also see the confusion and slight panic in Albus' eyes.
Hearing the tone in his wife's voice and seeing the look she was cutting his way, Harry forced in a full shuddering breath. He closed his eyes and let his head drop for moment, feeling light headed and dizzy.
"Oh, Al…" Harry breathed as he looked back up, trying not to choke on the small chuckles that refused to stop bursting from his mouth.
With one more steadying breath he finally managed answer his son's question:
"Yes." he said.
Two sets of identical emerald eyes locked together:
One still showed confusion, while the other held nothing but unconditional love.
"Yes, Albus" Harry said again, much more calmly. "I'd love a Lemon Drop"
A/N: I think this may have been done more than once but I wanted to throw in my version. I was bored while eating some Lemon Heads AKA "Lemon drops" (or close enough anyway) and of course I thought of Dumbledore….And then little Al. ;)
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