You and Harry had been together in school, you faught many battles being with the Chosen One. He had tried to push you away one too many times, in order to protect you from Voldemort, but you didn't let him. The second wizarding war had finally ended and you had finally finished your last year at school.

You and Harry were married now, a happy and peaceful marriage with your three kids, Albus, James and Lily. Harry had just gotten home from the Ministry of Magic from his job as an Auror. You were tucking Lily into bed with the door open, when Lily asked a question. Harry stopped outside the door frame while he listened.

“Mummy, why is daddy so protective of me and Albus and James?” Lily spoke, a yawn cutting in between her sentence. A obnoxious reminder of her sleepiness.

You smiled softly at her curiosity, that was your favorite trait of your daughter. She was always curious about everything. “Your father has had a lot of very bad things happen to him in his life. He is just very worried about something happening to you.” **

There was a small beat of silence when she continued to tuck Lily into her bed

“Your father might even care about you more than he does me.” You joked, though the were a subtle hint seriousness in your tone, something the kids wouldn't be able to catch onto anyway.