The tinkling of a bell resounded through the air as the young man pushed open the door to the bakery. He sighed in delight as he breathed in, the heavenly scent of freshly baked bread pervading his senses as he closed the door behind him, shutting the shilly autumn wind out of the warmth of the store.
The pitter patter of tiny feet reached his ears, as an adorable little blond girl barreled towards him, flour stains adoring her hands and clothes. “Daddy!” He chuckled, bending down to scoop the little girl up into the air, holding her and twirling around as she giggled and clapped.
“So”, He asked, as he brought her down to hold her in his arms, “What did my little girl do today?”
“Me an mama made cake!”, The little blond declared proudly, wide green eyes locked on his own.
His smile widened, as he brought her close to nuzzle her nose, grinning as he watched it scrunch up cutely as she batted a his face, her giggles filling the air.
“There you are!”, a melodious voice called out from behind them, the man turning carefully, the little blond still held in his arms, to behold the wonderful visage of his wife, bond hair tied up in a bun, flour smudges on her cheeks as she smiled at them both, cerulean eyes willed with warmth.
The man stepped closer, hooking his hand around her waist and pulling her into an embrace, ducking his head down to kiss her as her hands found their way up into his raven locks, staining them in a powdery white.
“I missed you”, He whispered as they separated, his emerald eyes finding her blues, a soft smile playing across his lips.
“I missed you too love”, she replied, snuggling in close, one arm wrapping around the little girl still on his waist as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, “Even though it was merely a day.”
Harry Potter smiled as he held Fleur and Fae close, revelling in the warmth of their bakery. He had no need for fancy titles or piles of gold.
He was content.
Abruptly, he spoke, “So…. I heard there was cake?”