a n: Short chapters of Lily Luna P. and Teddy L. from Lily's childhood onwards.
Inspired by Taylor Swift.
I own nothing, honest.

i'd give all i had honey, if you could stay like that.

You always new it was a mistake taking that Hogwarts job.

"But why Teddy?" says the sticky, red headed eight-year-old next to you on the picnic blanket. "I'll never see you and you'll miss out on my special pudding every weekend."

She frowns at you in a you're-not-coming-to-my-party sort of way, her green eyes glittering with every punishment an eight year old can bestow.

"I'll be back every half term," you promise her quickly "And you'll be coming up to Hogwarts in a few years, and then you'll see me every day."

Lily brightens a little at this, and lies back on your cloak, contemplating a biscuit in her hand.
"But if I see you every day, you'll get boring." She says delicately, eyes closing in infant bliss as she sinks her teeth into the golden biscuit.
"Well," you reply "I'll just have to keep finding ways to surprise you."

At this, you pick her up around the waist and whirl her round, her multicoloured skirt mixes with her hair in a vibrant halo, and she's giggling with glee, biscuit lying forgotten on the blanket. Her laughter blends with the sunlight overhead and seems to turn up the colour in the world, so everything has a yellow tint to it.
You decide it's contentment.

Just the sound of that laugh makes you glow, at knowing you're the one that makes her laugh is enough to keep your hair a happy auburn all day.

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