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summary: harry comes home for lunch and finds you feeding your baby lamb lola.
warnings: none, just fluff.
a/n: this is kinda short but it's cute. i really love this au 🎀 <333
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"hey, lola, baby! don't—" you ran after the lamb, quickly wiping your hands on a kitchen towel before catching her. she was trying to nibble on one of the table legs again.
"how many times have i told you? you can't do that!" you scolded.
lola answered with a tiny meeh.
she'd developed the habit of chewing on pretty much any surface she could find, especially if it was wood.
"you little cheeky girl," you shook your head and went back into the kitchen. lola followed.
sunlight poured through the windows and filtered through the curtains, making your forehead damp with sweat from the heat, so you tied your hair into a messy bun.
you looked at the clock. it was getting close to noon.
harry still hadn't arrived. he'd told you he'd be home for lunch — he'd spent the whole morning fixing things outside.
you were preparing lola's bottle, warming the milk.
lola was a tiny lamb you'd become emotionally attached to — maybe because she'd been one of the first, and one of the only girls among all the lambs you were raising with harry — to the point she sometimes spent time inside the house. you were practically raising her like part of the family.
you tested the warmth of the milk on the back of your wrist when lola let out a small bleat.
then the dining room door opened, and a familiar voice made you turn.
"y/n?"
harry.
his cheeks were flushed from the heat, his hair messy like he'd run his hands through it more than once throughout the day, and his shirt was stained — evidence of a long morning spent working outside.
"i was waiting for you," you walked over and greeted him with a quick kiss.
"yeah, 'm sorry. took me longer than i expected."
he slipped off his shoes by the door before stepping further inside.
there was something about seeing harry after work that felt incredibly attractive.
maybe it was what it meant — the intimacy of knowing he came home to eat, that he'd worked hard under the sun for both of you.
or maybe he just looked good like this.
maybe both were true.
you smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, this time longer.
"love, 'm all dirty," he warned softly between kisses. he wasn't sure where to put his hands. they were still dirty and he didn't want to stain your clothes.
"i don't care. i like you like this." you prolonged the kiss, your hands resting against his chest. you could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt.
he smiled against your lips and kissed you again, more deliberately this time.
then you felt something bump into your leg, followed by a meeh.
you yelped and pulled away from harry with a little ouch. looking down, you found lola staring up at you impatiently.
"oh, hey," harry greeted her with a chuckle.
"someone's hungry," you said, heading back to the kitchen. now harry and lola followed behind you.
"yeah, that's me," harry said as he poured himself a glass of water.
"i was talking about my baby," you shot him a playful look while grabbing the bottle.
"i thought i was your baby."
"you both are. she's just my daughter-baby."
you sat down on the kitchen floor and handed the bottle to the impatient lamb. immediately, lola began drinking eagerly, her tiny tail wagging frantically.
"didn't know i already had a daughter."
harry raised an eyebrow before taking another sip.
"yep. we're parents."
that sentence.
the way you said it so casually — like it was the most normal thing in the world — made something warm in his chest.
harry looked at the scene in front of him with softened eyes: his girl feeding their daughter.
he admired the tenderness you had with animals, the way you treated them like they were the purest and most innocent souls in the world.
you always said they were. that's how you'd convinced him to start raising lambs.
at first, he'd thought it sounded complicated. too much work. too much responsibility.
but how was he supposed to say no when you looked so excited about it?
without noticing the way his expression had softened, you kept feeding lola. you were fascinated by how eagerly the tiny animal sucked from her bottle.
"aww, that's my girl!" you cooed at her in your baby voice, smiling at how cute she looked.
"y'know, i think we can call her brother stevie." you looked up at harry.
"stevie?"
"because of stevie nicks." you said it like it was obvious.
"that's a very specific reason to name a lamb."
"i know, but it's stevie nicks," you huffed.
"the lamb isn't going to know that." his arms crossed as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
"but i do." you tilted your head.
"fine." he sighed, already knowing he wasn't winning this one.
the lambs were your thing.
"see? your dada likes it! i told you." you smiled proudly and petted lola.
harry shook his head and turned toward the hallway. but before leaving, he looked back.
you were still sitting on the floor, lola resting across your legs.
it was like you two had a secret language. one he didn't completely understand, but could still feel.
you understood each other.
he smiled.
even if he never admitted it out loud, he loved your silly naming ideas and your baby voice, and he couldn't deny that he liked that — at least to lola —he got to be dada.
Real lmao. Post #4729375839228 about why Harry does not belong as a DADA teacher because that is mischaracterizing him. The guy would hate marking papers especially right after the war. His mind wouldn’t be able to function when out in the field is his pressure that he’s known to breathe with. It’s wild how people just can’t accept canon these days. He’s been abused, he’s distrustful of adults, he’s survived all of his life. He’s born into challenge and chaos so an Auror is the best job for him. Why is that so difficult to understand the link between his ambition and his trauma? The kid had no choice but to teach the DA under the influence of a sadistic teacher who refused to properly teach the school defensive spells. Doesn’t mean that he had a “passion” for it. I never seen it implied that he favoured teaching in the books.
As for him being a pro Quidditch player? I mean, possibly because there are pressurized elements in the sport, but I feel like it would be too predictable and would end up being boring for him if he ever played it professionally as a Seeker. So it goes to show that even being an Auror creates that adrenaline and life-threatening pressure that he’s been used to in his Hogwarts days. There is so much unpredictability in dark wizard catching because you don’t know who would lash back or run, or maybe even disappear before being tracked down. Some people just live in that chaos and thrive in it because that’s all they know. And I’d headcanon that after the war, being an Auror had distracted him from his traumatic thoughts from the war. You can take a person away from chaos, but the chaos never leaves the person. This is just one of those prime examples of how his brilliant work under pressure makes him suitable as an Auror. That’s something far from what DADA teaching would give. He’s using his gift in the field and I reckon he’d be damn good at it once settled in. He’s been a natural since his adventures at Hogwarts.
Ah this fandom. We should all write a book about this tbh lol. But this is just the tip of the iceberg. People trying to fanon that he wouldn’t enjoy being an Auror and would want to “settle” after the war is my biggest gripe. There are way too many Harry mischaracterizations lol. I could keep yapping about it lmao.
Heyy girl, saw your previous posts and I just wanna tell you that whatever ure going through rn will be over soon and it will get better. We love ya girl
something abt harry mocking sympathy and him being like “aw, my poor baby?” GIVE ME HIM NOW.
IKR!!! most of the fandom sees harry as a sub, but to me he's a switch with a tendency towards dom. i totally picture harry being a tease 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 (give him to me now too)
