L'Amour D'Un Père

L'Amour D'Un Père

I am not a squab, debonair, bachelor of the month type. No, none of my friends - or should I say acquaintances - would ever say that. I'm the sort of guy that walks around with a cereal bowl full of chilly and my shirt-tail hanging out. Of course that doesn't mean that I'm sloppy, or that I'm poor, in fact the only way that I can actually get away with doing what I do is that I'm rich, very rich if I do say myself. Well, the little fact that I'm a rich, devilishly handsome blonde does help matters along a bit; I used to have women falling all over me, but unfortunately the key word in that sentence is "used", now they practically run away screaming their heads off.

Well, actually that's not quite true, they look at me drool then ook beside me see my daughter clinging on to my hand and they turn up their noses at me. Argh!! Why did I have to go and sleep with That Woman on Graduation Day? I can't believe I was that stupid! Now here I am with a girl who has ruined all my chances of having a proper girlfriend, ever. Why me?? I hate her!!

My daughter is quite pretty - she must have gotten those genes from me, after all her mother isn't much to look at, wait a second who am I kidding, her mother was the most beautiful witch on this planet and most certainly the smartest - she is blonde like me, she has my nose, my mouth and my chin, she has her mother's eyes, bone structure and logical brains. I really am proud of her at times.

When I said, I hated her, I meant, I hated the women who ran away because of her. Honestly! Okay, fine, I'm not perfect you know, I do say things I don't mean sometimes too you know.

I really do like her; she is the light of my life. I couldn't live without her; I really can't believe that it's only been eleven years since she arrived. I'll never forget the night she was dumped. Honestly it really was dumped, whoever dumped her there had no morals at all! At twelve pm on the twelfth of December, I heard a cry in front of the Manor, so I went out, and there on the doorstep was a bundle of blankets and in that bundle was a little newborn baby girl, on her was a letter, a very simple letter mind, it just six words and Her signature. It said: DO YOUR DUTY AS A FATHER. At first I entrusted her to a very capable Nanny and finally I decided I couldn't escape the truth anymore and I took the advice hidden in the note and did my duty as a father.

When I first took care of her she was two months old and she didn't have a name, because up until then I had managed to do without it. But I decided that it couldn't go on that way any more, so I named her Lucinda. Lucinda, I love it! It sounds so musical doesn't it? Ah, my lovely little Lucinda...

I must say that our union that night must not have been all that wrong, after all the most important and wonderful person in my life came from it.

However I do wonder, why did That Woman send her to me? Why did she give up her chance to know our wonderful daughter? I'll always wonder about that I suppose, because I'm certainly never going to go looking for an explanation from Her! I sincerely hope we never set eyes on each other again.

I have done my duty as a father quite well up until now and I see no reason to stop now, after all my Lucinda has made of me a new man. I must say I have never been as proud as the day she got her letter from Hogwarts, although I was verily disappointed when she was sorted into Ravenclaw and not Slytherin, but one can't have everything in life. At least she wasn't sorted into Gryffindor, although I wouldn't have been surprised if she had been, knowing who her mother is.