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The Reasons to Live

A/N: This is a fic I started a while ago and never finished so I thought I would continue it. The updates probably won't come too often since it's the second fic I'm working on right now. It's slightly angsty, but only a bit in the beginning and then a tiny bit every once in a while. Enjoy!!

Prologue

Eleven years to the day of his death, and I'm still not fully recovered. They never found a body, but he was assumed dead. If he were alive, he would have come back. That's what I always tell myself. Every once in a while I just imagine him walking in the door of our house. Everything would be fine after that. Everything.

I look into the mirror every once in a while, and it's like I've not changed at all and I've changed completely. My looks are the same, the bushy brown hair, slightly tamed. The plain brown eyes that he found fascinating (I never understood why), and the slightly curvy body. But my eyes were alive when he was here. They sparkled when I looked at him, or just knew he was there. Now they were just…dead.

Sometimes, I just wanted to give up on life, on…everything. I couldn't though, I never could. It was as if I didn't believe he was truly dead. He had to be, though, he had to be. If he was alive, he would have come home and met his daughter. Yes...daughter. She was born nine months to the day of his death, on September 6^th. Lily Margaret Potter was the reason I was still alive. I lived for her, and I would keep living for as long as I could. She was what I had left of him, 10 years old, wildly curly black hair, emerald almond shaped eyes just like his.

She had my chin, my lips, his eyes, his nose, and his hair. She was all I had, and I couldn't leave her. She was my reason for life.

A/N: that was just a short prologue, explaining some things. Next we'll have a longer chapter one!

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