Please Daddy?
Author deena_s
Title: Please, Daddy?
Challenge: A stuffed lion; Disney World; October 12th
Rating: PG
Summary: "…while Grandpa Weasley was firmly wrapped around her left pinkie, her father was twice as tightly wrapped around her right."
Author Note: I've always loved the idea of Lily being Daddy's little girl and the fact that she's the youngest just makes it even more plausible. I also want to thank my mother for providing Harry's piece of advise about the lower lip…Special quick shout out goes to the_vixxmeister for the quick beta on this one….
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"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Look at that one! See! The lion! It's a Gryffindor lion!" Lily very nearly bounced toward the milk can game as she pulled her father along with her. "Please, Daddy! I want that one!"
It was the twelfth of October and the Potter family, along with Ron and Hermione Weasley's small brood, was in Florida for vacation, wandering around Disney World. Lily Potter, age five, desperately wanted a very large stuffed lion that, she was sure, was the epitome of a Gryffindor lion.
"Lils, come on! We just got here! Dad doesn't want to drag that thing around all day," said a very annoyed James Potter, age nine. Being the eldest child, James took it upon himself to reign in the enthusiasm of his younger siblings and cousins. After only two hours, James had already decided that he hated Disney World. There were too many princesses and too much silly stuff to suit him. It's not that he was a very serious young man, quite the contrary. He loved to play jokes and was bound and determined to take over Weasley's Wizard Wheezes when Uncle George retired. The thing about Disney World was that Muggles were so stupid; they didn't need to go to the Magic Kingdom for real magic-it was all around them.
"Dadd-eee! I want a lion!" whined Lily. "I want a lion NOW!" She began jumping up and down and soon a full-blown temper tantrum would ensue. Lily wasn't a spoiled girl. Yes, her parents were wealthy and she lacked for nothing. What Lily knew, as did everyone else in her family, that whatever Lily wanted, her father was more than willing to get for her. In other words, while Grandpa Weasley was firmly wrapped around her left pinkie, her father was wrapped twice as tightly around her right.
"Lily Luna Potter," exclaimed Ginny Potter, Lily's mother, "that behaviour gets you nothing, and you know that."
"Yeah, Lils. She used your whole name. She's mad," teased James.
"James Sirius…"
"Yes, Mum?" he answered, all bravado gone from his voice.
"Take your brother over by Ron and Hermione and watch Goofy make balloon animals," seethed his mother through gritted teeth.
"Yes, ma'am. Come on, Al." He took his younger brother's hand and retreated towards the crowd around the tall, stupid looking man-dog, where his aunt, uncle and cousins had gathered once Lily made her wants known to the entire east coast of Florida.
Once the boys were out of earshot, Harry Potter turned to his daughter and knelt down to look her in the eye. "Lily, you can't get everything you want. I'm not going to waste my money on that game. It's probably rigged anyway."
Lily stuck out her lower lip and began to pout.
"You know, Lily, that if you keep that up, a bird is going to fly by and poop on your lip," teased Harry. Quite predictably, Lily burst out in a fit of giggles.
"Da-ad!" she squealed between giggles. "I still want a lion! It's Simba-a-a!" She then put on her 'please-Daddy-I'm-your-little-girl-and-you'll-do-anything-to-make-me-happy' look that on most occasions, worked remarkably well on Harry.
Before he could answer Lily, Ginny stepped in to tell her daughter, "Lily, we will get you a stuffed animal before we leave. We talked about that, remember?" Lily nodded. "And how many lions do you have in your collection?"
Lilly's eyes rolled up and to the right as she tried to recall how many stuffed toy lions she'd accumulated in her short life. "Uh, I think there's a hundred!" she answered with a smile. Actually, there were only forty-three lions in her collection, but to a five-year-old, it was nearly one hundred.
"Don't you think that's enough, love?" asked Harry, still kneeling in front of her.
"I want to fill my room at Hogwarts with lions and I can't do that without the giant Simba!" she answered, sounding oddly enough like her godmother, Luna Lovegood.
Her parents tried valiantly to hide the laughter that was building up inside them at her childish logic. The little girl wouldn't attend the famed school for another six years, yet she still talked about it as if she were starting tomorrow. She batted her long eyelashes a few more times and tilted head her to the side, letting the sunlight highlight her strawberry blonde hair angelically.
Ginny looked over at her husband, who was about to crack, and stood up, taking her daughter's hand.
"Lily, I already told you, that we'll get you one before we leave the park today."
The girl sniffed. "A…a Simba?"
"Fine," answered Ginny with a smile on her face.
"A big one?" Lily's smile brightened ten-fold.
"Not too big," came the answer from her father. Harry stood up and took Lily's hand as the two of them skipped happily along the asphalt path toward the rest of the family.
"Not too big, my arse. He'll get her the giant one," muttered Ginny to herself, barely containing a grin.
Title: Please, Daddy?
Challenge: A stuffed lion; Disney World; October 12th
Rating: PG
Summary: "…while Grandpa Weasley was firmly wrapped around her left pinkie, her father was twice as tightly wrapped around her right."
Author Note: I've always loved the idea of Lily being Daddy's little girl and the fact that she's the youngest just makes it even more plausible. I also want to thank my mother for providing Harry's piece of advise about the lower lip…Special quick shout out goes to the_vixxmeister for the quick beta on this one….
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"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Look at that one! See! The lion! It's a Gryffindor lion!" Lily very nearly bounced toward the milk can game as she pulled her father along with her. "Please, Daddy! I want that one!"
It was the twelfth of October and the Potter family, along with Ron and Hermione Weasley's small brood, was in Florida for vacation, wandering around Disney World. Lily Potter, age five, desperately wanted a very large stuffed lion that, she was sure, was the epitome of a Gryffindor lion.
"Lils, come on! We just got here! Dad doesn't want to drag that thing around all day," said a very annoyed James Potter, age nine. Being the eldest child, James took it upon himself to reign in the enthusiasm of his younger siblings and cousins. After only two hours, James had already decided that he hated Disney World. There were too many princesses and too much silly stuff to suit him. It's not that he was a very serious young man, quite the contrary. He loved to play jokes and was bound and determined to take over Weasley's Wizard Wheezes when Uncle George retired. The thing about Disney World was that Muggles were so stupid; they didn't need to go to the Magic Kingdom for real magic-it was all around them.
"Dadd-eee! I want a lion!" whined Lily. "I want a lion NOW!" She began jumping up and down and soon a full-blown temper tantrum would ensue. Lily wasn't a spoiled girl. Yes, her parents were wealthy and she lacked for nothing. What Lily knew, as did everyone else in her family, that whatever Lily wanted, her father was more than willing to get for her. In other words, while Grandpa Weasley was firmly wrapped around her left pinkie, her father was wrapped twice as tightly around her right.
"Lily Luna Potter," exclaimed Ginny Potter, Lily's mother, "that behaviour gets you nothing, and you know that."
"Yeah, Lils. She used your whole name. She's mad," teased James.
"James Sirius…"
"Yes, Mum?" he answered, all bravado gone from his voice.
"Take your brother over by Ron and Hermione and watch Goofy make balloon animals," seethed his mother through gritted teeth.
"Yes, ma'am. Come on, Al." He took his younger brother's hand and retreated towards the crowd around the tall, stupid looking man-dog, where his aunt, uncle and cousins had gathered once Lily made her wants known to the entire east coast of Florida.
Once the boys were out of earshot, Harry Potter turned to his daughter and knelt down to look her in the eye. "Lily, you can't get everything you want. I'm not going to waste my money on that game. It's probably rigged anyway."
Lily stuck out her lower lip and began to pout.
"You know, Lily, that if you keep that up, a bird is going to fly by and poop on your lip," teased Harry. Quite predictably, Lily burst out in a fit of giggles.
"Da-ad!" she squealed between giggles. "I still want a lion! It's Simba-a-a!" She then put on her 'please-Daddy-I'm-your-little-girl-and-you'll-do-anything-to-make-me-happy' look that on most occasions, worked remarkably well on Harry.
Before he could answer Lily, Ginny stepped in to tell her daughter, "Lily, we will get you a stuffed animal before we leave. We talked about that, remember?" Lily nodded. "And how many lions do you have in your collection?"
Lilly's eyes rolled up and to the right as she tried to recall how many stuffed toy lions she'd accumulated in her short life. "Uh, I think there's a hundred!" she answered with a smile. Actually, there were only forty-three lions in her collection, but to a five-year-old, it was nearly one hundred.
"Don't you think that's enough, love?" asked Harry, still kneeling in front of her.
"I want to fill my room at Hogwarts with lions and I can't do that without the giant Simba!" she answered, sounding oddly enough like her godmother, Luna Lovegood.
Her parents tried valiantly to hide the laughter that was building up inside them at her childish logic. The little girl wouldn't attend the famed school for another six years, yet she still talked about it as if she were starting tomorrow. She batted her long eyelashes a few more times and tilted head her to the side, letting the sunlight highlight her strawberry blonde hair angelically.
Ginny looked over at her husband, who was about to crack, and stood up, taking her daughter's hand.
"Lily, I already told you, that we'll get you one before we leave the park today."
The girl sniffed. "A…a Simba?"
"Fine," answered Ginny with a smile on her face.
"A big one?" Lily's smile brightened ten-fold.
"Not too big," came the answer from her father. Harry stood up and took Lily's hand as the two of them skipped happily along the asphalt path toward the rest of the family.
"Not too big, my arse. He'll get her the giant one," muttered Ginny to herself, barely containing a grin.