Hermione watched her husband hold their daughter with a look of complete awe, and a bit of hesitation. Hermione smiled at them. He was meant to be a father. She never wanted to forget the soft look he gave their daughter as he held her tenderly, rocking her back and forth,whispering soft nothings to her. Hermione admired how similar the two looked with their blonde hair and pale skin. Lyra had also received Hermione's curls and light splattering of freckles, however.