I walk over to her and she smiles up at me with the biggest brown eyes, just like her mom. She reaches up for me and I pick her up. She looks just like me, could it be so? Could I actually have a one year old daughter? There's no way. Well, I guess there is that night.

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I walk into her house, without knocking, knowing her parents are at work. "Ariana! Where are you?" I yell after walking into her room and not finding her there.
"Come find me!" I hear her sweet voice shout.
I smile and follow were I heard her voice come from, I run down the steps and go into the family room. I look around and see no one, then I hear someone run up the steps, I run that way and look up the steps, seeing her feet go to the left, towards the guest room. I follow her into the room and see the closet door shut. I back out of the room and take my shirt off. "Thought I would tell you that I am currently shirtless." I say. I see the door open a bit and her peek out. I run over and open it, grabbing her and laying her on the bed. "Found you." I say, laying on her, smiling.
"That you did." she says, smiling.
I lean down and kiss her ever so softly.
"I love you, Ariana." I say, meaning it in my heart.
"I love you too, Harry." she says, pulling me down to her.

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"She is mine." I say out loud, tears in my eyes. "Your mine." I whisper to her and hug her close.