A Dream ➪ Drarry ✔︎

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"Mother!" Draco shouted into one of the many sitting room of Malfoy Manor. Currently, he was searching for his mother as it was time for dinner and it was nearly finished.

Being back at the manor was quite strange as he had been away in the summer for so long. Of course, he loved seeing his mother again and to see her smile when holding Edward was magical.

"Mother, where are you?" Draco called once again, venturing down one of many long hallways.

"In here!"

Draco sighed in relief when he heard a his mother's voice. However, as he neared the room the voice came from, his heart was in his throat.

"Why are in father's study?" Draco smiled sadly at the woman. She had light tear track down her pale cheeks, he eyelashes wet with the previous tears. She held a dusty, leather bound book in her dainty hands. With a small smile, she sniffed and looked up her son.

"I was...looking at old photo albums, a few before and after you were born," she shut the book and placed it back on the desk and before picking up another. She hesitated a second before giving it to Draco.

"I've never seen this one before," his brow furrowed and he opened the front cover.

On the first page was a picture of the Malfoy family; Draco was only 9 at the time. He remembered he could hardly sit still and at the end of the replaying photo, you could see a wide smile form on the child's lips.

Turning the page once more, it was like he opened a whole other family's photo album. The next picture was one of little Draco and his father playing in the snow. A bright grin on the young boy's face as his father threw another snowball his way. Even his father had a smile on his normally-stoic face.

Draco smiled at the memory, tears pricking at his grey eyes. He flipped through more pages and he realised something he hadn't before.

He flipped through the pages, his childhood re-playing in mere seconds. He watched the photos, observing the way the young, blonde and grinning toddler got older while his father's smile faded into a straight line. His face became darker and sunken in, dark circles under his eyes more prominent then ever and his cheeks standing out making him look deathly sick.

Draco gulped at the memories of him and father fighting and it using ending with a smack, punch or kick. He sighed, he did slightly wish he could resent his father but he couldn't. 

A small tear slipped from his eye, removing him from his thoughts. He cleared his throat and wiped his cheeks before placing the book on a shelf next to him. He wiped his eye, subconsciously.

"I was just- um, dinners ready," he stumbled on his words before smiling tightly and leaving the room without another word. He was never good with showing his emotions.

-

"Teddy! Come here!"

Harry chased after the small child. His back was starting to ache, greatly. He groaned and winced as he stretched. He sighed as the baby ran behind a kitchen chair.

Harry smiled, "Teds, please. You have to put a nappy on."

Teddy just giggled at his godfather. Harry smiled and ran at his godson. The baby squealed and laughed as the older grabbed his little waist.

"Got you!" Harry laughed and the baby giggled, wiggling around in his grasp.

"Come on, Aunty Molly wasn't he happy if you pee on her sofa," Harry began putting a nappy on the boy and then his pyjamas. They boy continued giggling until his was done.

Finally, Harry picked him up and took him to bed. Once Harry had entered the room, the little boy caught on immediately.

He shook his head as Harry began to place him in his crib. Tears pricked at his small, honey-coloured eyes. He made grabby hands for Harry as he whimpered. Harry sighed and picked him up again, walking to the rocking chair in the corner.

It was the first night with Teddy since he left in September, of course he'd be clingy. Teddy was so dependent on Harry, sure the older boy loved having the baby around but Harry wished he could rely on someone else once in a while. Ron and Hermione were there most of the time but Ron loved his sleep and he wasn't great with kids like the twins were, Hermione was studying a lot or she was helping her parents get their memories back.

Ron wasn't as good with kids because he only had Ginny as his younger sibling and she was only a year younger then him. The twins loved Teddy and were already teaching him mischievous ways to get away from Harry but they were running Wizarding London's most successful shop and were planning on building shops in America very soon. Charlie and Bill were never around and weren't that close with Harry... Percy was basically disowned. Molly and Arthur were getting older every day and had no more strength in them to look after, yet another, baby.

Teddy pulled him away from his thoughts by 'talking.' Harry smiled, fondly at the baby. He knew nothing of what the child was saying but he listen intently.

"Hawee."

"Merlin! Teddy, you talked!"

"Hawee!" The baby giggled at his godfather's shocked face. He said over and over.

Harry smiled brightly, happy tears forming in his eyes. Teddy kept saying Harry's name and giggling at the older boy's grin.

For the rest of the evening, Harry and Teddy sat in the rocking chair - both of them slowly falling asleep. Teddy yawned but tried to resist the sleepy-ness. Harry smiled, lovingly.

As Teddy's eyes began to to droop, Harry placed the little boy into his crib. He knew Teddy would most likely be in his bed in the next six hours but this was worth a try. Harry smiled at the little boy, cuddled into his teddy bear and with a dummy (pacifier).

-

As Harry had expected, he woke up to the small whimpers of his godson. Harry groaned quietly, still half asleep. Teddy whined. Harry sighed and lifted the boy onto his chest, secretly he loved this way of waking up.

The baby giggled slightly as he laid on Harry's front. Harry picked up the small teddy bear Teddy had dropped while being picked up. He passed it to the young boy and he immediately cuddled into and yawned.

Harry smiled and began falling back to sleep while rubbing the baby's back. Small and quiet snores emitted from the child, that being the only noise until Molly was heard shouting at the twins for sticking her pans together.