" Baby you're everything to me "

The early sunlight streaming in through the gaps in between the tall buildings lit up the young girl's ash blonde hair. The plaited bunches shook as she jumped up and down in the middle of the street, her father offered her his hand and she took it twirling around and around singing an old muggle song. Eventually the singing broke down into hysterical laughing and she was lifted off her feet and placed on her fathers hip. He reached over and kissed her lightly on her pale nose and smiled as her giggling continued.

" C'mon baby, lets blow this joint." The man whispered in a deliberately husky voice and together they apparated out of muggle London and into Diagon alley.

As he put down his hyper-active daughter she ran across the street to a shop window and started exclaiming in a loud voice how much she wanted the new racing broom. The man's smile faltered for a bit, how he wished he could buy his daughter everything she desired but he had to say no nearly every time.

" I'm sorry baby, you know we can't." he said coming up behind her placing his Levi-clad knees on the cobbled street and whispering in her ear.

" I know, daddy" Her smile never faltered though, she didn't understand why her dad couldn't buy her these things but she did know that he desperately wanted to and that was enough for her. Reaching for her father's hand they made their way down the street and to the only open café. Ordering the cheapest coffee on the menu and a small orange juice for his daughter they sat outside and watched as the shopkeepers opened their doors and the odd witch or wizard ran past to the nearest fireplace connected to the floo network. By the time both father and daughter had finished their drinks people were already milling around going in and out of shops, future Hogwarts children ran around the street and bothered their parents about going to play with their friends or buying some sweets.

At about half twelve after a morning of window shopping, the father-daughter team set to work at finding everything that they needed at the cheapest possible price. Books were bought third-hand and parchment was replaced by muggle paper, which was thinner and cheaper. Everything was loaded into a small yellow canvas bag which the little girl insisted on her father shrinking down so she could carry it. It went well with her muggle school girl gingham dress. Checked white and yellow with a sweet frilly collar. She looked the perfect little angel and that helped as strangers sometimes took pity on her and bought her an ice cream when her father had to refuse her one as he had no money. In fact unless you saw her eyes you would never suspect her as being anything but sweet but one look at the violet eyes usually twinkling with mischief and you knew to be wary of the five year old in front of you. There was something there a deepness, something that told you that she could see right through you, she knew your deepest secrets your thoughts and fantasies.

Finally finished with their shopping the duo made their way back to the café they had "breakfast" in. After some pleading, the shopkeeper relented and let the little girl have an ice cream even though they was 15 knuts short. Picking her up and placing her on one of the round tables outside the man proceeded to tie the 5 year old's plaits again. Passers-by who happened to glance at them warmed inside at the sight of a the handsome man taking the time to do something usually left up to the mother. Setting off again walking while licking they were only a little way down the road when the little girl let out a small shriek and tripped over a cobble on the street. Her precious ice cream that she had worked hard to get, fell out of her grasp as she landed on the floor and scraped her knees and one of her hands. The father knelt down next to his crying daughter and cradled her in his strong arms. His blonde hair flopped into his eyes and he pushed it back to get a better look at the graze on the little girl's knees. He needed to clean out the wound before he could heel it and he began frantically searching his pockets for a tissue.

" Fuckit , fuckit, fuckit." the man mumbled but quiet enough so his daughter didn't hear him. When he finished searching his pockets and still didn't find any, he picked up his wand and said

" Accio tissue".

A packet of tissues floated out of a black haired man's pocket and made their way over to where he knelt holding his daughter.

"Ok baby, I'm just going to clean this up yeh, so you don't go all green and mouldy and have your leg fall off, ok ? "

Despite her tears still streaming down her face she managed a smile. She winced however when her father dabbed the graze clean but after he had cast the healing charm , she grew a smile on her face.

" Thank you, daddy."

He smiled down at her and picked her up placing her on his hip. Glancing at the tissues on the floor he bent down to pick them up again. As he put his hand on the floor however another hand grabbed the tissues first and he heard a deep voice.

" I think those are mine actually."

Straightening up, the man shifted the girl on his hip and let his gaze travel up the man in front of him from the tailor made shoes, to the expensive tailor made slacks. All the way up to the silk-looking shirt. He never got a chance to glance at the face however because the same deep voice suddenly burst out.

" Malfoy!"

One look at the other man's forehead and Draco's lip curled.

" Potter." He stated simply.

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