Favoring The Brave {Drarry}

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Harry has done over a million complicated things in his life.

He's fought wars, and killed people, and watched people he love die. Even as a healer he watched kids get sicker and sicker until they just weren't anymore, because even wizards can't cure cancer. He's been invited to more funerals than he can count (and he's actually gone to just as many). He walked around muggle London as a pregnant man for Merlin's sake. Yet the hardest thing he ever had to do was get over it all. To learn to accept that sometimes life is shit, and a lot of the time magic only makes that more complicated, not less.

It took even longer for him to grasp the idea that maybe it wasn't all his fault, though there would always be a part of him that felt with all that he had that it was.

This time though, this huge game of love tag with Draco they had been in for ages, it is his fault.

When Val broke up with him again, she said he should probably see a therapist. He owled Hermione and she sent over a list of the best mind healers she knew, a few of whom also specialize in flashbacks and nightmares, because she couldn't quite grasp the idea of abandonment he was experiencing and thought maybe it was a war problem. She thought everything was a war problem sometimes. Instead, Val helped him pick one and together they watched the owl fly away to set up his first appointment before he had to watch her as she packed the rest of her things and moved out for good.

A mind healer could only do so much for a depressed and somewhat mentally unstable wizard who is used to being on the run and solving other people's problems. He was learning to stop avoiding things. To face problems head-on. So when he opened the door to check on Draco and tell James to head on home, only to see that the blonde man was awake, he may have regressed and immediately closed the door before briskly walking away.

Draco looked at his son who was still looking at the door, trying not to laugh.

"What the-" started the blonde staring between the boy and the door. "Was that your father?"

"Yes."

"Did he jus- Did Harry Potter just run away?"

"Yes, yes he did."

"Merlin's balls, I never thought I'd see the day."

"Me either."

The door creaked open again, but it was only Teddy looking slightly panicked and forcing himself to swallow as opposed to talking through a mouthful of crisps, while the door slammmed shut behind him.

"Why was dad running down the hall? Did something-" he stopped when he noticed Draco sitting up and looking at him. "Oh. You're awake."

"Oh," Draco said astounded. "I could have been dead and all you have to say to my miraculous recovery is 'Oh'."

Teddy shrugged.

"I'm glad you're not dead," he tried, though it sounded more like an attempt to placate the man, than anything else.

"Thank you, Teddy," he responded sarcastically. "I really felt that."

"I'm going to get a healer," the boy said with a shake of his head and James laughed. Just as Teddy opened the door, he was met with a raised fist and the sheepish face of one Harry James Potter. "Nevermind, I guess. C'mon, JL, let's go home."

"But-" the youngest Potter tried to protest.

"No, Teddy's right," Harry said truthfully, yet still happy for the distraction. "You guys should finish packing. I- uh...Draco'll be fine. I promise."

Looking very much put out and still angry with Harry, James Lucius stood up, stormed past his dad and tugged Teddy's writst until he was practically dragging the blue haired boy behind him.