give you my sunshine

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀

As expected, the gathering of the six of them had made it to the front page of the newspaper the next day. Soon, they started growing closer. It had been three months, everything was going well. Teddy had visited them once every week. 

All of them would gather and play with him, the little boy loved the attention but most importantly, he loved the number of people in the room. He would change himself to look like whoever he wished to look like on a particular day. 

Lessons were taking place, however Harry and Draco were skipping potions only to play with the child who visited them today. Hermione refused to miss a class, she dragged Pansy and Ron along with her and Blaise definitely did not want to third-wheel. 

Harry watched as Teddy sat on Draco's lap. It was so bizzare, watching him coo at a child. His fingers drew circles in the air and the small boy's eyes followed the trace. Then Teddy giggled and reached out to Harry. The boy obliged and took his godson into his arms. 

Harry stood up and raised his arms. Teddy laughed again, as soon as Harry brought him to his chest he heard the small boy mutter 'dada'. 

To say the least, he was shook. He tried to shake it off, but he couldn't. The happiness he felt, was Remus's. This was supposed to be that man's moment, the moment of love and pride and compassion. Harry felt like he stole it, and it was terrible. 

Draco stood up and looked at Harry, "are you alright?" he asked. 

He debated voicing it, it sounded almost ungrateful. 

"It should have been Remus here you know, playing with Teddy. He should've been the one called 'dada'. He should be recognised as the father, he is the father." Harry said slowly, not wanting to meet the gaze of the boy in his arms. 

"I didn't know him, but I know that he trusted you with the responsibility of taking care of his son. He trusted you to give him a home if he suffered a terrible fate. I am sure he doesn't blame you Harry, nobody can you didn't force them into battle. Remus and Tonks died because they wanted to make the world a better place for their son, and they did it."

Draco feels his heart break a little. Standing in front of him isn't the Harry Potter who had saved the world. It was the Harry Potter still haunted by his losses. 

Harry looked up, "you mean it"? His eyes were vulnerable, something so sad in them that Draco couldn't help but reach out and cover the raven's hand with his. 

Over the years so many people have praised Harry for his countless battles, none of them understood the pain or his sheer unwillingness behind those. So many compliments just echoed emptily but when Draco spoke, Harry felt heavy. He felt the words settle in his chest and start making him feel warmer. 

"Of course I do Potter, you are amazing with Teddy and he is very lucky to have you" 

There, at this moment anybody could have mistaken them for family. Draco's hands moved to Harry's hair while he held a child. Teddy's hair black, with Draco's icy eyes. It was a small bubble that nobody could think of interrupting. 

Though it couldn't last this way, after all, when you're Harry Potter there is always trouble lurking right around the corner. 

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Something comfortable settled between them thereon after. Draco would always make time for Harry and the other couldn't stop himself from seeking Draco out. 

Malfoy was added to the list of people granted entry to Harry and Hermione's quarters. 

Sometimes when Harry wasn't there, or he would be too distracted doing something on the couch, Draco would stare at the pictures that decorated the stand above the fireplace. He would trace Harry's smiles, try to picture him with Harry when the other was at his best, at his happiest. 

Today was one such day. Harry was fiddling with a parchment, some things he had to fill out as the head-boy. The boy was fidgeting all over, either it be tugging at his own hair or biting his lips raw. Clearly, Harry was not made for any authoritative position, even simple documents seemed to have frustrated him.

Moreover, today had been tiresome. Teddy wanted to be on Harry's back the entire time and the other would never back down. Harry ran around the entire Quidditch field with a kid on his back.

Draco turned his attention back to a moving picture of who he assumes were Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter. The woman seemed to stand out with fiery red hair and as Draco squint to notice more details he found her eyes to be green. Somehow less green than Harry's but the resemblance was remarkable. 

The man standing next to her had comparably less fascinating features with black hair and hazel eyes but there was a charm in his eyes and smile. Something that made Draco think that James Potter was the kind of man people were drawn to. 

Their son was a perfect blend of them both. 

Draco suddenly felt as though he was missing out on a huge part of Harry's life by not knowing about his parents. Without much of a thought, Draco looked up, his eyes meeting Harry's, a mixture of curiosity and wariness evident in his gaze.

"Uhm, I was wondering if you would like to tell me about your parents?"

Draco hesitantly posed the question, regretting it soon afterwards. Maybe this wasn't a topic Harry liked to have brought up so casually. 

Harry's eyes moved from Draco's face to the picture on the mantel that the blonde boy was admiring a few moments ago. Something like realisation cleared in the green eyes and the boy gave a small smile. 

He got up and started walking toward the blonde boy, "I honestly don't know much, but I remember Sirius telling me that my father, was one of the best people he'd ever known. He was brave, loyal, and had a heart full of mischief. He had a way of making you feel invincible when you were around him."

A bittersweet smile crossed Harry's face as he recalled memories of not only his parents, but also Sirius. 

"He was an incredible Quidditch player, a loyal friend, and had a knack for getting into trouble. But deep down, he had a fierce sense of justice and an unwavering love for those he cared about."

Pausing for a moment, Harry's voice softened as he continued, "And my mother, Lily, she was extraordinary. Her kindness knew no bounds, and she had a brilliant mind. Remus says she had a way of making you feel seen, understood, even when the world seemed against you." 

At this point, Harry's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he spoke of his mother's love through somebody else's words because he never really got the chance to understand it himself. "She had a radiant smile that could light up the darkest room. And Remus said her love for me, was something truly special. He used to always say that I was her world, and she would have, actually they both would have, done anything to protect me."

Harry's emotions swirled within him—gratitude for Remus and Sirius's willingness to share these cherished memories, and an ache for the parents he had never known. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "Draco, I... I wish I had known them. To have them by my side, to learn from them, to feel their love."

Draco reached out and said, "I know, Harry. I know. I wish your parents could have seen you grow up to be so wonderfully and uniquely kind. I wish they got the chance to be proud of you like each other person who has gotten the pleasure to know you."

Harry turned to Draco and put his own head on the nape of Draco's shoulder. Their bodies still had enough distance but Draco could feel the other boy's tears soak his collar a little. 

They stood like that for however long Harry needed Draco to cage him, hold him. 

Then Harry rose his head and whispered, "you're going soft on my Malfoy."

Draco couldn't do anything but simply smile.