Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Willow Rosenberg.
Green eyes locked onto blue eyes, before the latter’s blinked sleepily. Willow smiled down at the small bundle in her arms, wiggling her fingers in front of the baby’s face. Eyes darting up she made eye contact with her nephew.
“He’s really something Harry.” Her nephew beamed happily at her before moving closer to watch as his son drifted off. Willow’s eyes didn’t leave the young man. She couldn’t believe how grown up he was. Old enough to have started his own family. It seemed like just yesterday that he was the tiny bundle passed over to her, that was the last memento of her family. Willow’s heart ached for a moment as she thought of how proud her little sister would be of her son. Willow lifted a hand and ran it through Harry’s hair. Their eyes met again and she smiled sadly. Sensing her distress Harry wrapped a comforting arm round his aunt. Leaning into his broad chest she studied the baby again. The blue eyes had shut. Small chest rising and falling slowly. This was the new generation she thought to herself, one that didn’t have to live under the shadow of war. Willow once again smiled at the tiny person in her arms.