Think of Home

Harry grumbled to himself as he made his way down the moving stairs. Breakfast was calling to him and he barely managed to force himself out of bed that morning. He'd had more than enough to worry about lately, what with keeping an eye on Malfoy, and the fact sleep had been escaping him didn't help his mood.

The damn snake kept vanishing. Malfoy sometimes wasn't even showing up on the Marauders Map. He was up to something and Harry knew it. It didn't help that he knew Malfoy had taken the dark mark.

Hermione wasn't convinced, however, and had actually grown concerned about his obsession with the arrogant blonde from Slytherin.

Harry grumbled to himself, stepping into the Great Hall and making his way to the Gryffindor table, joining Ron and Hermione.

"About time you showed up." Ron spoke between bites of bacon. "We were starting to think you wouldn't get up until class."

"Really, Harry. Staying up night after night staring at that map is only wearing you out. You need to get some actual sleep." Hermione sighed, gently urging him to fill up a plate. "Eat some breakfast. You'll need it to keep up your energy until lunch."

"I'm fine, 'Mione. I'm not that hungry anyway." Harry mumbled, eyes already scanning the Slytherin table for platinum blonde hair. Malfoy wasn't there though. It only made Harry more suspicious.

After what happened with Katie Bell, he'd been watching Malfoy like a hawk, but the bastard still somehow managed to slip out of sight.

"Seriously, Mate. With how often you look around for him, some people might start to think you fancy him. Why do you look so disappointed, anyway? It's always a good day when we don't have to see Malfoy's ugly mug so early in the morning."

"He's up to something Ron. I can feel it." Harry huffed, earning an exasperated sigh from Hermione.

"Again with this, Harry?" She began. "You're being paranoid. Malfoy can't do anything at Hogwarts. He can't get anything past Dumbledore. With the number of Aurors here this year, it would be impossible for him to try anything. He'd be caught right away."

"Hermione, he's a Dea-" Harry began, about to point out that, with Malfoy's connections with such shady, slimy, psycho criminals, there was a bigger risk of him getting away with whatever he was up to. The doors to the Great Hall opened quickly then, however, and he was cut off by Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini rushing into the Hall.

He took note of the nervous glances they tried to sneak his way as they passed, rushing up to the faculty table and over to Madam Pomfrey. Too far away, Harry couldn't hear what was being said. He did manage to see Pomfrey's reaction to what was said, however.

She looked concerned, to the point Harry knew something bad had happened. She quickly stood from her place at the head table and rushed out of the Great Hall alongside Parkinson and Zabini.

Well, if they were involved, then it meant Malfoy was too.

Harry moved to stand, ready to follow, only for Hermione to grab his wrist. "Honestly, Harry. Give it a rest. You're going to run yourself into the ground if you keep on like this." She cautioned. "Not everything has to do with Malfoy. You're obsessed. If I didn't know any better, I would think you've been bewitched."

"It's better to be safe than sorry. I'd rather follow and find Malfoy has nothing to do with it than to sit here and let him run around doing who knows what." Harry replied, pulling his hand back and leaving the table, making his way out of the Hall and through the corridors, following the two Slytherins and the mediwitch.

Hiding outside the Infirmary door, Harry listened in, barely able to make out voices.

"Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the- oh my days." Madame Pomfrey gasped. "Where did you- well, at least now I see what the big emergency was, needing to fetch me from breakfast all of a sudden."

"I don't know what to do. He won't open his eyes. He's been sleeping for too long and I… He'll be alright, won't he?" Malfoy's voice sounded.

"It's nothing a potion or two won't fix. Don't you worry." Pomfrey reassured, the sound of her heels clicking across the stone floor of the Infirmary.

"It'll be okay, Draco." Pansy's voice sounded next. "I know you were scared to bring him out of the room but he really needed help."

"How am I supposed to explain this, though?" Malfoy asked.

Harry was surprised to hear the anxiety in the blonde's voice.

"Just tell the truth." Blaise offered. "It was an accident. They can't get angry at you for it."

"This is a bit more serious than a stray stinging jinx, Blaise. This is a living human being. What if he doesn't wake up? What if I waited too long and now he's-"

"Draco, take a deep breath." Pansy cut in. "You're shaking, Darling. You need to sit down. Madame Pomfrey will take good care of him. You need to rest too. You've been watching over him for the last week and you're absolutely exhausted."

Malfoy huffed, and Harry thought he heard a weight fall onto one of the beds. "It's not my fault he's absolutely mental. He barely settles down long enough for me to get some food in him. Then he's back to causing trouble."

"Well, considering who his father is..." Pansy pointed out, trailing off, her point made.

"Maybe if you told the poor guy, he could help take care of-"

"Blaise, please don't start with that." Malfoy sighed.

"We are being serious, Draco. You know how badly he wants to see his Dad. Maybe we should try to-"

"No. I've said it a hundred times already. You know why I can't let Po-"

"If you three can't keep it down, I will have to ask you to leave. Mr. Malfoy can stay, due to the circumstances, but I won't tolerate you causing a ruckus. Let the poor boy sleep in peace." Madame Pomfrey interrupted.

There were mumbled apologies that Harry couldn't make out, then Malfoy spoke up again. "Will he be okay?"

Pomfrey sighed. "Yes. He's just worn himself out, poor dear. If you'd like, you can take him back to your room and rest there. It would be best to keep him away from the other students. If they see him, there will be a big commotion. I'll give you a few potions for when he wakes up. Make sure he drinks them."

Yes, ma'am." Malfoy replied.

There was a long moment of silence then. Harry guessed they were speaking too quietly for him to hear, nothing but whispers too far away for him to pick up on. Once he began to grow antsy, he heard movement again.

Multiple sets of footsteps sounded, heading his way, and Harry ducked around the corner and out of view. He waited until the three Slytherins passed, their footsteps fading away, before emerging from the little alcove he squeezed into to hide.

What did Draco do to the poor boy that he needed Madame Pomfrey to check on him?

When Harry peeked into the Infirmary, though, it was empty, the only sign a patient had been there being three small potion vials, each one recently emptied.

Draco hadn't been expecting it. He had been making his way to the Room of Requirement to work on the vanishing cabinet for the evening when the door appeared before him without him having to pace before it. The Room was already in use and, for some reason, was welcoming him inside.

To say he wasn't expecting what was beyond the door was an understatement.

Stepping inside, he stood in the entrance hall of a rather cozy home. It wasn't as large as Malfoy Manor but it was decent, not as small and cramped as the average Wixen home. The ceilings were vaulted, the layout nice and open, and the decor was tasteful. The floors were a rich, warm wood, the walls a soft, pale cream, inviting in the sunlight. The windows were open, soft, thin curtains billowing gently in the breeze that blew through.

Draco spotted lovely Daffodils growing in the hanging planters just outside the window and couldn't help but think of his mother and her garden back home.

How unfortunate that the garden had withered and died soon after the Dark Lord returned, insisting on occupying Malfoy Manor.

The floors ran with blood now, the atmosphere of the Manor dark and suffocating.

This place, however, was much like the Manor Draco knew from his childhood. The color palette was different, but the little touches were there, familiar. In the living room, right by the fireplace, two wingback chairs sat angled toward the fireplace and each other, a small side table between with bookmarked novels or textbooks. It was just like how his parents set up their chairs in the small seating area in their bedroom. They often retreated to the warmth of the fire in winter, reading happily, enjoying each other's quiet company.

Not that they'd done so in quite a few years…

Turning away from the living room, the dining room and kitchen were equally as familiar. It was completely different from Malfoy Manor, much more modern, all black cabinets and clean white counters. There were muggle appliances, all of which Draco had no idea how to use. A black vase of flowers sat on the counter, silver ribbon tied around it. He recognized it instantly. It was his mother's favorite vase which his father always used to keep occupied with fresh flowers, the space always filled with the subtle sweet scent. 

In the glass paned cabinets, Draco recognized his mother's fine china displayed proudly. In another, wine glasses and champagne flutes were sitting neatly in line. There were eight of each, hinting at gatherings with friends or family. In the next was various tins of tea leaves and coffee beans, most of which the brands he favored.

It was all too perfect. It was too much Draco mixed with someone else. He saw it in the cheap tea boxes and the silly kitchen towel by the sink. The scribbled notes stuck to the tall stainless steel appliance in the corner were definitely not in his handwriting. There were children's drawings pinned up as well. The muggle appliances were a dead give away that this was a mixed household. Draco wouldn't be caught dead with such things in his own home, so where was he? Why were his things in such a place?

Venturing further through the home, Draco regretted allowing his curiosity to get the best of him.

It was in the hallway leading to what he assumed were bedrooms that he caught a glimpse of the inhabitants of the home. Framed photos hung on the walls, lining the hall with memories. The left were all in silver frames while the ones on the right were in gold. The images moved, clearly magical, but none were sentient like the Hogwarts portraits.

The first one on the left had caught his attention right away. Two men stood side by side, smiling brightly, a woman tucked into the taller man's side. It was him, Blaise, and Pansy. They looked tired but happy. Genuinely happy. Hogwarts provided a lovely backdrop for the photo, but something was off about the castle, as if pieces were missing, but Draco couldn't place what specifically.

The next image was of Pansy and Blaise at the Eiffel Tower. Pansy had a lovely blonde girl wrapped in her arms while Blaise glanced at them, hands in his jacket pockets. Pansy kissed the girl's cheek and Blaise rolled his eyes fondly. It took a moment, but upon closer inspection, Draco found he recognized the blonde.

Luna Lovegood.

She was dressed stylishly, no doubt due to Pansy's guidance, and her hair fell in long, straight lines, quite unlike the waves and curls he knew she donned currently.

The next image was even stranger. Draco featured in it, his mother stood beside him with a bright smile. Beside her was Hermione Granger. The brunette seemed just as pleased with the situation, holding his mother's hand. He watched as the image moved, Narcissa gently patting Hermione's hand, not pulling away. Draco turned to say something to his mother, but paused at the sight before smiling.

Turning away from the left side of the hall, Draco focused on the other side. Held in golden frames, Draco recognized more faces from Hogwarts. One image was of the Gryffindor Quidditch team from first year, all of the dumb lions smiling and laughing, elbowing each other and goofing around. The next image was of another year, the members having changed. The atmosphere was much more subdued, but the Quidditch players managed small smiles.

Further down the hall, Draco noticed the whole Weasley clam lined up for a photo. Ron said something, then rolled his eyes before coming toward the camera, passing out of the frame before returning, dragging someone along to join them. Harry Potter smiled sheepishly, taking his place beside Molly Weasly, who placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

Draco frowned. Why were there photos of both his friends and Potter's rowdy group in the same house?

More photos noted the passage of time. Both sides of the hall pictured achievements. Harry's graduation from the Auror Academy. Draco's graduation from a college of sorts, a degree in hand. The text was too small to make out, unfortunately. There were birthdays and parties and holidays, Potter's crew venturing through silver frames while Draco and the other Slytherins made appearances within gold ones, their lives and friend groups mixing the further down the hall Draco ventured.

It was one particular set of photos that made Draco pause. Larger than the rest, they took up a prominent section of the wall. In frames of woven silver and gold, one photo showed Harry with his arms around Draco's waist, hiding his face in Draco's shoulder as Draco smiled. The two swayed side to side, lost in their own little moment until Draco said something. Harry lifted his head to meet his eyes and Draco gently cupped his cheek before kissing him. It was quick and chaste but the adoration in their gazes was too much for Draco to observe, his stomach twisting uncomfortably. He noticed the ring upon the Photo-Draco's finger and felt something click into place in his head.

He must be dreaming. This wasn't real.

The second photo didn't help ease his discomfort or disbelief. Once again, he and Harry stood close together, swaying in a slow dance, holding each other close in the same manner as in the first photo. This time, however, they were in a reception hall, wearing beautiful dress robes, all made up for the occasion. The runes painted on their foreheads, hands, and fingers were proof enough, but the kiss sealed the deal. It was a wedding.it was their wedding.

Draco turned away from the images, dazed, and continued further down the hall, his stomach feeling fluttery to the point he wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold down his dinner from earlier that evening.

Someone else was in here. He knew that, since the door to the Room of Requirement presented itself. It was someone who allowed him entry, but why would the Room come up with this place? And what was with all the photos showing him a future with Harry bloody Potter?

"Hello?" He called out, eyes skimming over the photos as he began to realize what the photos were. Their life together- a life that certainly didn't exist- was laid out before him.

A small sound came from the end of the hall where a door awaited him, cracked open, sunlight spilling into the hallway in a sharp line.

Draco approached, nerves building up within him, but his eyes caught on another set of photos and he came to a halt.

Three photos in silver-and-gold frames stared back at him, a large one in the center, two medium photos flanking it. The one on the sides were of Harry and Draco curled up in bed, a bundle in Draco's arms. The first photo on the left was him holding a bundle of blue, a little hand peeking out from the blanket. The camera angle shifted closer, revealing a baby with dark hair fussing quietly in its sleep. Draco soothed the baby and it settled back into its dreams. Harry pressed a kiss to his temple then, whispering something to him, and Draco smiled fondly.

The medium photo on the right had a pale green bundle instead. Draco and Harry were curled up together, laughing at something that had been said before their attention turned to the side. Draco's mother stepped into frame then, settling a boy of five or so years onto the bed. The boy had dark Potter curls and signature Black family eyes of silver, and he carefully shifted his way over to peek at the infant in Draco's arms. Harry settled the boy in his lap, brushing a gentle hand through the boy's wild hair and telling him something. The boy seemed to tear up, at which Draco smiled fondly and leaned over to kiss the boy's forehead. Then the little green bundle was settled into the boy's arms, both Harry and Draco supporting the baby as the boy went wide-eyed. The camera moved closer and Draco caught sight of the tiny wisps of platinum hair atop the infant's head.

"Papa?" A small voice called out, startling Draco, drawing his attention back to the door at the end of the hall.

Bright green eyes peeked out at him, then a little boy was rushing over toward him. He couldn't be more than a handful of years old, which began to worry Draco. Did he make the Room turn into this home he apparently shared with Potter and their children? If so, how did the kid end up here?

"I'm sorry, Papa." The boy whimpered, having clung onto Draco's leg, burying his little face into the fabric of his trousers. "I touched the mirror when Dad said not to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Papa."

The boy began to cry and Draco had to force himself to relax, having gone completely still at the contact.

Slowly, Draco reached a hand down and rested it lightly upon the boy's head. "It's alright. I'm not mad." He reassured, not certain he could say much else.

The boy sniffled, then looked up at him with watery emerald eyes. "You're not?" He asked, voice wavering.

Against his better judgment, Draco reached down and lifted the boy into his arms. "I'm not." He replied. "But, I need you to know I'm not your Papa."

The boy looked confused, so Draco turned to the photos on the wall, pointing to himself. "This is your Papa, right?" He asked, earning a nod. "This hasn't happened yet. I'm still attending Hogwarts. I'm only a sixth year."

The boy blinked, then frowned. "So Papa and Dad still hate each other?"

Draco went to answer, but didn't like any response that came to mind. They weren't exactly appropriate to say to a child. Instead, he settled for changing the subject. "Can you tell me your name?" He asked.

The boy puffed his cheeks as if annoyed by the question, but gave a nod. "My name is Regulus Severus Potter-Black." He replied.

Draco had to take pause once more, processing the mouthful of a name. Why was his name "Black" rather than "Malfoy"? And why was he named after cousin Regulus? He could understand Severus since that was his godfather, but Regulus, who he had never met?

"You have a brother too, don't you? What is his name?" Draco asked next.

"Siri's name is Sirius James Potter-Black." Regulus replied obediently.

Ah, another godfather makes an appearance, as well as Potter's own father. Draco had a feeling he knew who came up with the names for each boy respectively.

"Regulus, is this your home?" He continued his questioning.

The little boy with the signature Malfoy blonde hair nodded. "Mhm. Papa and Dad and Siri and cousin Teddy live here."

"Teddy?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

Regulus nodded again and looked around the hall for a moment before pointing. "Here!"

Draco turned toward where Regulus was pointing and came to a stop at a photo Draco had missed as he made his way down the hall earlier. Narcissa stood in the center of the picture, Draco seated in a chair to her left, right in front of Harry. To his mother's left was Andromeda. There were many questions running through Draco's head as he examined the photo, watching the group shift and get comfortable for the picture.

While his mother held a little Sirius, Andromeda had a boy with bright blue hair standing in front of her, her hands on his shoulders as he looked up at Sirius. Harry had his hands on the back of the chair, smiling down at Draco, who had a hand resting on his belly, a knowing smile on his lips as well.

The group all smiled for the camera, laughing as they all said something together. Draco seemed to have said something different, though, and as whatever it was finally sunk in, both women turned to him in surprise. Teddy looked excited and Sirius clapped happily. Draco doubted he even knew the meaning of what was said.

Harry leaned down and kissed the top of Draco's head, beaming, before quickly retreating from Narcissa who slapped him on the shoulder. She seemed to be scolding him about something while Draco laughed, amused.

"What's Teddy's name?" Draco asked, curious as to how they all were related to the boy.

"Edward Remus Lupin." Regulus replied cheerfully. "Nana took care of him until Papa and Dad got married, then Teddy started living here!"

Edward Remus Lupin. He must be Professor Lupin's kid then, but if Aunt Andromeda was caring for him… was Nymphadora his mother? What happened to Lupin and Nymphadora? Why couldn't they raise him themselves?

Draco found him asking "where are his parents?"

"Dad says they died in the Battle. They were heroes, just like cousins Sirius and Regulus and Mr. Severus."

Heroes. Dead.

"Oh…" Draco replied, realizing that they must die soon. He wanted to ask about what battle Regulus was talking about but didn't think he could handle it. Knowledge might be power but in this case he felt it would be more of a curse. Going off of the theme of naming children after dead relatives, Draco realized his godfather must die sometime within the next few years as well.

He hated knowing such a thing.

"Where are your parents, Regulus? And how did you get here? You're in Hogwarts right now, so I'm sure they must be worried."

Regulus blinked. "Hogwarts?"

Draco nodded. "This is the Room of Requirement. Do you know what that is?"

The boy lit up. "Papa and Dad's special place!"

Draco blinked. He couldn't confirm that at all, having no clue what the versions of them from the photos had gotten up to. "You said something about a mirror earlier. Can you tell me about that?" He asked, adjusting Regulus in his hold until the boy was on his hip.

"Dad told us not to touch it." Regulus began, pointing down the hall toward the living room, to a set of stairs heading down. Draco headed toward it and took the steps carefully, finding a heavy door at the bottom. He opened it, stepping into a storage space of sorts.

"This is Papa and Dad's workshop." Regulus explained, then pointed across the room to something hung on the wall, a sheet thrown over it. As Draco approached, however, various wards and protection spells became apparent. They were wrapped around it tightly, keeping intruders out.

"I touched it and ended up in a room full of stuff. I knew Dad would be mad, so I tried to find the mirror again." The boy recounted. "But it was gone and I got scared. I cried and fell asleep, I think. When I woke up, I was back home."

Draco tried to keep his expression even and calm, but inside he was panicking. The boy somehow made it through Potter's wards and touched a magical artifact, only to end up in the Room of Requirement. Once there, he panicked, broke down, and fell asleep from exhaustion. The Room must have sensed his wish to go home and manifested the house for him. And, since Regulus trusted his Papa, Draco was able to enter, welcomed by the Room.

What did he do now? Should he bring Regulus to one of the professors? Probably, but there was no way in hell hed let Dumbledore near his son, especially if Regulus was Harry's kid too. The Headmaster had always been a bit… odd when it came to Potter. Draco had to help the boy get home somehow, though. It wasn't safe for him here. A war was about to start and-

Draco paused.

If they had a kid, that meant they both survived the war. If Harry survives, that means…

"Papa? What's wrong?" Regulus called out, looking up at him with worry.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking about how I can get you home. Your Dad and Papa must be worried." He replied.

He had to get Regulus home. No matter what his mission might be right now, Regulus was more important.

Blaise and Pansy made their way upstairs at Draco's request. He appeared out of nowhere that morning with the excuse he was sick and would be missing classes for the next few days. He wanted them to bring him their notes and what assignments he'd been missing.

"What do you think happened?" Pansy asked. "If he was sick, he'd be moping in the Infirmary, not hiding out upstairs."

Blaise nodded. "Do you think a spell went wrong and he's hiding until it wears off?" He guessed. "If it had an embarrassing result, he'd sooner hide and let it wear off than go walking about the school and risk being seen like that."

Pansy shrugged, glancing around the hallways. "Regardless, I don't see why he needed both of us to lug all these books and assignments around. I'd rather be sitting in the courtyard with the girls, enjoying what sunlight there is. Today happens to be a nice day for once."

"You have a point. He probably knew we'd tell each other anyway so he must have thought it would be easier for both of us to see."

Pansy's step faltered then, causing Blaise to stop and glance back at her. Following her gaze, he found a doorway appearing on the wall.

"I don't remember there being a door here." Pansy stated.

"Neither do I." Blaise replied.

The door opened then. "Get in here before anyone sees you."

Draco didn't sound like he was messing around, serious with his words, glancing around the hall to make sure no one was around.

The two knew better than to question it, so they stepped inside and waited for an explanation. Draco had just shut the door behind him when little footsteps sounded.

"Aunty Pansy! Uncle Blase!"

Regulus attached himself to Blaise's leg, his little hand reaching up to hold Pansy's hand. Both teens froze, looking down at the blonde before glancing at Draco questioningly.

"Well, there goes my trying to ease you into it." Draco sighed. "Meet Regulus, my future son. He got into something he shouldn't have and ended up thrown back in time. He's been hiding here with me."

"Sorry, Papa." Regulus apologized, looking rather glum.

"It's alright, mon bébé. Blaise, Pansy, and I will help you get home." Draco hummed, crouching down and holding his arms open.

Regulus let go of Blaise and Pansy and rushed into Draco's arms, allowing Draco to pick him up and settle him on his right hip.

"Your son." Pansy repeated. "You have a child in the future?"

Blaise was a step ahead of her. "I thought you were-"

"Nevermind the specifics. You'll figure it out once you start poking around the house." Draco sighed. "The issue is that I need help getting him back home. He touched a mirror that was enchanted somehow. I found it in a room downstairs but I can't get to it. The wards are too strong."

"And you need us to help you get through the wards." Pansy guessed.

"Yes." Draco replied.

"Well, let's get to it. The sooner we get the little guy home, the better." Blaise hummed, reaching out to ruffle Regulus's hair, earning a bright giggle from the boy.

Draco looked at his not-yet-son with wide eyes.

"Oh no. Draco's in love. We should hurry before he gets too attached." Pansy pointed out.

Draco glared over at her, unamused. "Whatever. Follow me." He said, leading the way toward a staircase leading down into the basement. At the bottom of the stairs was a door, which Draco placed his hand upon, the sound of a lock snapping open echoing up the staircase. "It's keyed into my magic or my husband's, that way the kids can't get in." He hummed, pushing the door open, holding it for the others.

"Husband?" Pansy smirked, causing Draco to roll his eyes.

Regulus perked up in Draco's hold. "Can I see Dad?" He asked quietly.

Draco bit his lip, feeling his heart clench. "Not right now, mon bébé. Daddy is busy with classes."

Blaise and Pansy shared a look, but the pointed glare Draco gave them kept their mouths shut. They followed the blonde through the open workroom and to the far wall. Hanging neatly with a circle of runes painted on the wall around it was a blurred mirror. The magic it let off was enough to be felt despite the wards keeping it in check.

"Bloody perfect. We're not getting through that." Pansy huffed. "It's locked with a blood ward. Only the person who made it can get through it."

"Or someone who shares blood with them." Blaise added, glancing over at Regulus.

"I am not letting him touch the mirror again. What if he ends up even further in the past?" Draco snapped, holding Regulus protectively in his arms.

"Well, if you can't get to it, that means you need to get your husband in here to take the wards down." Pansy sighed.

Draco shook his head.

"It can't be that bad, Draco." Blaise laughed.

"No, it really can." The blonde insisted. "If you're so curious, the hallway that leads to the bedrooms is lined with pictures."

Blaise and Pansy shared a glance, looked back at Draco, then took off up the stairs and through the house. "Don't run in the house! What are you, wild hippogriffs?"

All he heard in reply was laughter, his friends' footsteps fading the further from the basement they went. Sighing, Draco left the basement and shut the door behind him, waiting to hear the lock activate once more, then made his way upstairs.

When he found the two, they were wide-eyed, staring at the various pictures in the hallway, snapshots of the life Draco hadn't lived yet.

"Draco. Lucius. Malfoy." Pansy spoke, each name clear and sharp. "You get with Potter?"

Draco still hadn't come to terms with that, but it seemed that way. "Yes?" He answered, feeling his face grow warm.

"About damn time, if you ask me." Blaise hummed, eyeing a photo of an older version of him with Draco, Ron, and Theodore, all of them wearing scarves and shirts for different Quidditch teams.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco scoffed.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Well, you've only been obsessed with him since first year. He's all you ever talk about, Darling."

Draco gasped, offended. "He is not."

"He is, Dray." Blaise confirmed. "I'm surprised you two work out, all things considered, but I'm happy for you-"

"Oh my Salazar! Is that me and Luna Lovegood?"

Regulus was crying, sitting by the front door. His bright green eyes were full of tears and tugged harshly at Draco's heartstrings.

"Bébé, no. We can't leave the house. We can't risk anyone seeing you." He tried to convince- but the boy only cried harder.

Blaise sat on the couch with his hands over his ears while Pansy sighed. "Draco, we can't keep him cooped up in here all day, every day. He needs fresh air and sunshine and social interaction. He's alone here with people he knows yet doesn't. His parents are in the future and he's scared. He needs to see familiar faces. He needs an adult."

"I am not letting Dumbledore know about him." Draco argued. "If I tell a professor, the whole school will know by the end of the day, including that oaf Dumbledore."

"Then take him to the one professor who won't go gossiping, Dray. Please. It will get him to stop crying." Blaise pleaded. "My head can't take much more of this."

"And who-" Draco paused, suddenly feeling incredibly dim. He turned back to Regulus then. "Regulus, why don't we go see my godfather? Do you know who that is?"

Regulus, asked such a silly question by his dearest Papa, sniffled and gave a nod. "Dad said he saved Papa. That he was very brave." He replied. "That's why my middle name is Severus. That was Papa's godfather's name."

Draco smiled softly. He didn't know how Snape saved him or why Potter thought so highly of the Potions Master, but the way Regulus spoke of the man was endearing. "That's right. He is very brave, isn't he?" He agreed, then wiped the boy's tears. "Want to go meet him? You are in the past right now, so he is still alive."

Regulus settled at that, his cries fading into nothing more than little sniffles. "Yes, please."

Blaise let out a sigh of relief. "Finally."

Pansy stepped in then. "Let's get your shoes on, Love. You can't go about Hogwarts without them." She tutted, ushering Regulus to his feet and over to where various shoes were kept neatly under a bench by the door.

Draco tried his best not to take notice of the shiny dress shoes tucked away beside DMLE administered work boots and a set of ratty trainers. More hints of how lived in and comfortable they were there. His future self and a grown up Potter, that is. Somehow, they managed to merge their lives so perfectly.

And, if he imagined Harry kissing him goodbye as he stepped out of the door with Regulus in his arms, then it was no one else's business. He just couldn't help but wonder what it would be like and… honestly, he didn't hate it, much to his own chagrin.

Imagine that. Draco Malfoy was actually considering a relationship with Harry Potter. It was bittersweet, though. As lovely as the image in his head was, he knew the Potter of the present wouldn't give him the time of day. He wouldn't willingly go near Draco, let alone kiss him.

Draco had ruined any chance of that, after all.

Pansy gently pat Draco's shoulder, offering a reassuring smile, having noticed him looking a bit glum. "It'll be alright, Darling. Maybe Snape can help us. Little Regulus will be fine." She said softly.

Blaise nodded, waving for them to follow him, casting a disillusionment charm over their group of four in order to help lessen the chances of being spotted.

Hidden from view, it didn't take long for them to arrive in Snape's classroom, the Potion Master gathering the materials that would be needed for the upcoming classes that day. Thankfully, he had a free period at the moment.

Blaise lowered the disillusionment charm.

"Uncle Sev?" Draco spoke up.

Snape stilled, then huffed. "Mr. Malfoy, if this is about Miss-" He began, turning to face his godson, only to see there were others with him. And in his arms was a little blonde child.

Turning his gaze back to Draco, he found the teen looking absolutely lost and so very fragile.

"Where did this child come from?" He asked carefully.

Draco took a deep breath to ease his nerves. Not a good sign.

"It was a mishap with a magical artifact." The blonde replied. "He ended up here by accident and I have been trying to send him back to his own time. His family must be worried sick."

Snape resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He could already feel a headache coming on. "And why didn't you notify anyone about this earlier?"

"I can't let Dumbledore know about him. You know how that man is. What he'll do to reach his own goals." Draco replied, a response Snape had not been expecting whatsoever. What would Draco know of the Headmaster's goals and manipulations.

"And that involves a small child how?" He asked. Seeing Draco so protective of a random child was odd.

Draco stepped forward then, drawing closer. "Because he's mine." He answered, cheeks tinting pink. "He's my son. From the future. If Dumbledore sees him, he'll know instantly who his other parent is and then he'll never leave us alone about it."

"His other parent?"

Draco hesitated, then looked down at his son. "Bébé, it's okay. You can look at him. You can trust him. He'll help keep you safe."

The boy had been clutching Draco's robes tightly, his face buried in the fabric as if he thought it could hide him. Slowly, at Draco's gentle coaxing, he drew back, looking up at his father.

"Go on. He's right here. Don't you want to meet the man you're named after?" Draco smiled softly.

Snape's gaze instantly turned to the boy, dark eyes wide with surprise. He was named after him?

Draco laughed softly and kissed the boy's forehead. "Introduce yourself, mon bébé. He'll be very happy to hear your name."

That seemed to be enough to convince the little boy, who shifted in Draco's arms and glanced back at Severus.

Snape took in a sharp breath as familiar emerald eyes met his own. The boy seemed uncertain and shy, looking up at him with such hesitancy. A green gaze studied the potions master for a moment, then two, then the boy spoke.

"My name is Regulus Severus Potter-Black. It is lovely to meet you, Mr Severus." He spoke politely, just the way he'd been taught to by his Papa.

Snape had to take a seat, falling back onto one of the nearby chairs. He couldn't look away. The boy looked so much like Draco but his eyes were undeniably Lily. As was the faint smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose, almost indiscernible from how light they were.

Little Regulus was the first to look away, turning to gaze up at Draco. "He looks sad. Did I do something wrong?" He whispered.

"Of course not, mon bébé. He's just surprised." Draco reassured, carding a pale hand through platinum hair. Silver eyes turned back to Snape, then. "Are you alright?"

Snape nodded slowly. "Yes, just… he looks like…" He began. "So, his other parent is Potter?"

Draco blushed and gave a nod. "Apparently. Which is why I want to hide him from Dumbledore."

Snape wholeheartedly agreed with his godson's decision. It was a smart choice. Who knew what the Headmaster would do with a new Potter. He'd already raised James and the others of that generation to be soldiers. Now Harry was a pawn in Dumbledore's game. Regulus would surely gain the Headmaster's attention were he to be discovered.

"Does Potter know?" He asked.

The way Draco shifted his weight to his other foot, looking guilty, was answer enough.

"Draco, Potter should be made aware of this. This is his son too."

"But-" Draco began rather desperately only to cut himself off and compose himself. "But… What if he refuses to believe it? What if he refuses to help Regulus because of me? We all know he hates me."

Snape hated to admit it, but Draco had a good point. Potter and him had never had a good relationship before.

"Dad doesn't hate you, Papa." Regulus offered, voice small, trying to reassure his father.

Draco managed a small smile and placed another kiss to the top of the boy's head.

Pansy, having taken a seat in one of the chairs at a nearby potion station, had been watching quietly. Things had reached such a sour note, however, and there was much to do.

"We need to send him back. He came through a mirror that is in the basement of his home. Potter has it warded to there and back and we can't get through it since it's a blood ward. We don't want Little Reggie to touch it again, but that leaves us with Potter as our only option." She explained, frowning. "Unless you can think of anything?"

Snape shook his head. "Blood wards can only be accessed by those keyed into it. If Potter made it, those of his blood can access it automatically and he can add others should he wish, but that's it. I'm afraid that, if Draco can't access the wards himself, then Potter will need to be recruited."

"He's tried. The wards won't let Dray through." Blaise sighed.

"Then we only have one option." Snape spoke.

And that was the last thing Draco wanted to hear.

The next week went by painfully slow with no progress whatsoever. Draco still refused to bring Potter into the home the Room of Requirement provided for Regulus, so they hadn't been able to accomplish anything other than identifying the mirror hidden away in the basement.

Apparently, it used to be a sort of teleportation gate, looking into a room in a different location, allowing one to pass through. A part of a set, both mirrors needed to be in place to work, but the twin had been broken long ago, leaving the other nothing more than an ordinary mirror. It took some digging around the workshop to find out how it gained the ability to transport people through time, but Blaise had been the one to somehow decipher Potter's deplorable handwriting. The mirror had spent some time in the Department of Mysteries and had been exposed to Time Magic. Harry had been researching it- he was an Unspeakable in the future after a rather successful career as an Auror.

Draco had found out he himself had become a Mind Healer, studying under Madame Pomfrey after the war. He'd wanted to help people. He wanted to heal rather than hurt. He'd become a partner of St. Mungo's and even managed to find a way to reverse the damage cast by the Cruciatus Curse.

The first people he helped with such a technique were Longbottom's parents, who his Aunt had broken in the first place. They were the first real step toward making up for everything he'd done during the war.

Well, repentance was a long road. One step wasn't enough.

He'd funded education programs, medical grants, and even helped pay for the construction of a wixen orphanage. He wanted to help those injured or displaced in the war.

That was something both he and Harry seemed to do, sinking their fortunes into charities and scholarships and trusts meant to help ease the suffering of those who lived through the war. Despite all the time that passed, they were both stuck in the dark years of war. Having bonded over their shared trauma, they helped each other stay standing and moving forward.

Harry encouraged him to do what he loved and he'd done the same in return. And they both loved helping people- in different ways, of course, but still.

Draco's piecing together the timeline of his life with Potter came to an abrupt halt one quiet morning, however. It was too quiet.

Regulus would insist on crawling into bed and curling up beside Draco, giggling softly, pleased with how sneaky he thought he was. Draco would wake up to the lite laughter, smiling fondly before getting up and going about their morning routine.

Regulus's giggles were noticeably absent this time, though. Draco listened for any sign of the boy, only to hear the shallow breaths behind him.

Regulus was curled up on Harry's side of the bed, holding a little snitch plushy close. He was flushed pink and once Draco reached out for him, the blonde found he was burning up too.

His heart dropped and he rushed into the guest bedroom where Pansy was sleeping, waking Blaise up from the couch as he passed through the living room.

"What's wrong, Dray?" Blaise asked, stretching as he trailed after the anxious teen.

Pansy blinked sleepily at the two.

"He's sick. He has a fever." Draco replied. "What should I do? He needs medicine."

"We can go try and find Snape." Blaise suggested, casting a Tempus Charm to see what time it was. "Breakfast is about halfway through. He'll be at the staff table."

"We should get Madam Pomfrey. No offense to Snape, but she is a certified Mediwitch with a focus on children's medicine." Pansy pointed out.

Draco nodded. Pansy was right. "I'll bring him to the Infirmary. You two go get Pomfrey."

The two were out of the house within minutes, rushing through the halls. Dray gathered Regulus up into his arms, the boy whimpering weakly at being moved. He had been in such a hurry that he'd forgotten to cast a disillusionment charm over them, rushing to the Infirmary to wait for Madam Pomfrey. Luckily, it was empty for once, no students set up on a cot sleeping or injured.

Draco laid Regulus on the furthest bed, sitting down beside his son, running his hand through platinum hair. Regulus whined softly, turning on his side and curling up against Draco's leg.

"Papa, it's hot." He mumbled, still clutching his snitch plushie.

"I know, mon bébé. Aunty Pansy and Uncle Blaise went to get Madame Pomfrey. It'll be alright." He reassured softly.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for his friends to reach the Infirmary, Madame Pomfrey right behind them.

"Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the- oh my days." Madame Pomfrey began, only to gasp as she saw the young boy curled up against Draco's side. "Where did you- well, at least now I see what the big emergency was, needing to fetch me from breakfast all of a sudden."

"I don't know what to do. He won't open his eyes. He's been sleeping for too long and I… He'll be alright, won't he?" Draco asked, hoping she would be able to help.

"It's nothing a potion or two won't fix. Don't you worry." Pomfrey reassured, getting to work. She crossed to the potion cabinets across the room and pulled down the few she needed, measuring out small doses of each into vials.

"It'll be okay, Draco." Pansy spoke up. "I know you were scared to bring him out of the room but he really needed help."

"How am I supposed to explain this, though?" The blonde asked.

"Just tell the truth." Blaise offered. "It was an accident. They can't get angry at you for it."

"This is a bit more serious than a stray stinging jinx, Blaise. This is a living human being. What if he doesn't wake up? What if I waited too long and now he's-"

"Draco, take a deep breath." Pansy cut in. "You're shaking, Darling. You need to sit down. Madame Pomfrey will take good care of him. You need to rest too. You've been watching over him for the last week and you're absolutely exhausted."

Malfoy huffed. He hadn't even realized he'd stood up. Moving to the bed beside Regulus's, he allowed himself to plop rather ungracefully down onto the mattress. "It's not my fault he's absolutely mental. He barely settles down long enough for me to get some food in him. Then he's back to causing trouble."

"Well, considering who his father is..." Pansy pointed out, trailing off, her point made.

"Maybe if you told the poor guy, he could help take care of-"

"Blaise, please don't start with that." Malfoy sighed.

"We are being serious, Draco. You know how badly he wants to see his Dad. Maybe we should try to-"

"No. I've said it a hundred times already. You know why I can't let Po-"

"If you three can't keep it down, I will have to ask you to leave. Mr. Malfoy can stay, due to the circumstances, but I won't tolerate you causing a ruckus. Let the poor boy sleep in peace." Madame Pomfrey interrupted.

"Sorry, Madame Pomfrey." Draco mumbled, echoed by Pansy and Blaise, then Malfoy spoke up again. "Will he be okay?"

Pomfrey sighed. "Yes. He's just worn himself out, poor dear. If you'd like, you can take him back to your room and rest there. It would be best to keep him away from the other students. If they see him, there will be a big commotion. I'll give you a few potions for when he wakes up. Make sure he drinks them."

Yes, ma'am." Malfoy replied, watching as the woman coaxed Regulus to drink the small doses of medicine she'd brought over to the bedside. He could see the curious glances Madame Pomfrey was giving him and Regulus. He recalled what his friends told him moments before- just tell the truth. Hopefully she would believe him.

Gesturing for her to come closer, Draco began to explain once she stepped over to him. "He's mine." He spoke in a whisper. "A magical mishap. He's from the future."

Pomfrey looked even more worried now. "Does anyone else know about him?" She asked.

"Only Professor Snape. We have our reasons for keeping him secret." Pansy replied.

"Time Travel is extremely dangerous. There's no telling how it will affect him or the rest of us." She cautioned.

"We know. We're trying to get him home. Professor Snape is helping us with it." Draco explained. "He's the only one we can trust due to certain circumstances."

Pomfrey sighed. "Very well. I won't mention him to anyone aside from Professor Snape." She promised. "If you need me, I am always available. Be it mealtime or the middle of the night, I'll help however I can."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey." Draco replied, holding Regulus close, cradling him against his chest.

"You are most welcome, Mr. Malfoy." She smiled softly. "Now, get the poor boy to bed."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, then turned to head back to the Room of Requirement, Blaise and Pansy following after him. As they walked, Draco pressed small, comforting kisses to Regulus's temple. Already, he could feel the fever lowering.

The relief Draco felt was indescribable. He'd been so worried, but thankfully it seemed Regulus would be alright.

Reaching the Room of Requirement, Draco paced back and forth, thinking of the home he'd grown accustomed to over the last week. The door slowly appeared, Draco stepping inside, Blaise and Pansy following him in.

"I'll go make us some tea." Blaise mumbled, knowing they all needed a moment to relax now that Regulus was alright.

"Thank you, Darling." Pansy replied, trailing after Draco.

Stepping into Regulus's bedroom, Draco took a seat on the edge of the small bed, carefully laying him down once Pansy pulled back the comforter. He tucked the boy in and remained at his side for a little longer.

"You'll be a great father one day, Draco." Pansy spoke up softly. "Future Potter is a lucky man."

Draco scoffed quietly. "Yeah, well, I suppose he isn't too bad at it either. Regulus is a sweetheart. A bit rambunctious, but kids his age usually are."

Pansy smiled to herself and gently pat his shoulder. "I'll go check on Blaise and the tea. Come join us when you're ready."

Draco offered a small smile and nod in return, gaze turning back to Regulus as he listened to her footsteps grow softer as she made her way through the house and to the kitchen.

Running his hand through the boy's platinum hair, Draco knew he was going to miss him terribly once they managed to get him back to where he belonged.

"We'll get you home, Little Star." He whispered in promise. "Future me will give you the biggest hug and your Dad will be so happy to see you. Your brother and Teddy must miss you terribly too. They'll be happy to have you back."

Leaning down, Draco kissed his son's forehead. "Sleep well, mon bébé."

With that, Draco stood up from where he'd perched on the small bed. He was about to leave when he heard Pansy's voice call out.

"Draco, we have a problem."

He could hear the tension in her voice, which meant something was definitely wrong. Quickly making his way down the hall and toward the kitchen, Draco froze upon seeing who else was there.

Standing at the front door, having just stepped inside, was Harry Potter.

Harry felt incredibly stupid as he watched Zabini and Parkinson step into the Room of Requirement. No wonder he hadn't been able to see Malfoy on the map recently. He was hiding out in the Room for days now. Because the Room of Requirement didn't show on the map, neither did Malfoy.

He'd been expecting the door to fade as it usually did, keeping those inside safe from any outsiders, but the longer he waited, the more sure Harry became that it wouldn't disappear, meaning they were waiting for someone else.

When no one seemed to be making their way over, Harry decided to risk it. He knew the door would shrink or vanish or lead to a broom closet to keep unwelcome visitors out, but he was far too curious not to try.

Much to his surprise, the door stood unchanging, waiting for him.

It… It wanted to let him in?

Already able to hear Hermione telling him what a bad idea it was to go in alone, Harry forced that part of his mind silent. Malfoy was inside, up to who knows what. He had to see what was going on.

Reaching out, the door pushed inward without him having to touch it.

Harry hesitated for only a moment, then stepped inside, wand in hand.

To say he was surprised at what the Room had become for the Slytherin Trio would be an understatement. It looked far too mundane and unassuming. It was just a big house. It was neat and open and felt like home. It even smelled welcoming, like fresh tea, cool breezes, and the sea.

"He's going to be devastated when little Reggie goes home." Parkinson's voice sounded, quiet, as if trying to keep the conversation secret.

"You can't blame him for getting attached, Pans. This is his home, the first place he's ever felt safe. Reggie is proof of that. Dray can't help but hold on tight to him, knowing all of that could disappear if he makes one wrong move." Zabini replied.

Harry turned his gaze toward the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the two with teacups in hand. They both seemed worried. What Harry was worried about, however, was the fact he couldn't see Malfoy anywhere.

"We'll have to help him once this is all over, you know?" Pansy reminded.

"It would be easier if Dray would just tell Potter the truth. You never know. The guy might take it rather well." Blaise hummed, only to earn a scoff from Pansy.

"I know we keep telling Draco to tell Potter about all this, but would he even listen? He thinks we're all evil, heartless Slytherins. Especially Draco. He wouldn't listen to a word Draco says, no matter if it's the truth or not."

Blaise sighed. "How they managed to work things out in the future, I have no idea."

Pansy glanced toward the third cup of tea waiting patiently on the counter. She set her own down. "I should go get him. He's not going to leave Reggie's side of his own free will." She laughed softly.

"Yeah, you do that." Blaise chuckled, sipping his tea as she turned.

Harry had been so caught up in their confusing conversation to even remember to hide.

Parkinson froze when she spotted him, having only taken a single step away from the counter. Her eyes went wide. Noticing her sudden stop, Blaise glanced up at her, then over to Harry. He stood up straight, setting his teacup down as well. "Merlin, this won't be good." He said to himself.

"Draco, we have a problem." Parkinson called out.

That's when Harry heard footsteps, his eyes turning to look toward a hallway off to the right. After a moment, Malfoy stepped out, freezing once they made eye contact.

"Harry-"

"Draco, wait. We should just explain." Pansy jumped in. "We need to keep it down. Reggie is sleeping, remember?"

Draco took a deep breath, but his gaze was still on Harry, anxiously watching him in case he tried anything. "Pansy, what if he-"

"He won't, if he knows what's good for him." Blaise reassured, giving Harry a look as if to tell him to behave.

"What are you three up to in here, Malfoy?" Harry questioned, gripping his wand a little tighter.

"I… It was an accident-"

"I don't want excuses." Harry snapped.

Draco saw the angry look in emerald eyes and felt his heart ache painfully, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. Tears pricked at his silver eyes. "See, Pansy? He hates me. That's why I didn't want to tell him. He'll never accept it. I don't want Reggie to see something like that."

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"You need to leave. Reggie is sleeping off a fever. I don't want you waking him up." Draco spoke, a bit more firm in his words. "Obviously, we can't have a civil conversation and I refuse to let you start throwing hexes in my house."

"Your house? What-"

A loud, resonating boom cut through the house just then, causing all four teens to flinch. Down the hallway, the cries of a child began.

"I've got him." Pansy began, rushing down the hall to go comfort Regulus.

Blaise and Draco shared a glance, realizing the sound came from below them, then turned and rushed for the stairwell.

Harry, glancing between the hall and the stairs, trying to decide who he should follow, eventually raced after the other boys, trying not to trip as he took the stairs three at a time.

"Open the door, Dray!" Blaise urged.

"Shut up, Blaise! It takes a second!" Draco shouted back, pressing his hand to the door. Somewhere within it, a lock snapped open and the blonde pushed the door open.

Blaise and Draco froze just a few steps into the room, Harry stepping around them to find two boys crumpled on the floor, groaning.

Before he could say anything, Draco's voice cut through the room.

"Sirius. James. Potter-Black." Draco spoke, stepping forward and hoisting the boy up. "Just what do you think you are doing here? Did you ignore your father's warnings and go touching the mirror too?"

A boy of only nine or so looked sheepishly up at Draco, matching silver gaze clearly worried. "I'm sorry, Papa."

Draco huffed, reaching down to help the blue-haired boy up as well. "Don't think I forgot about you, Edward."

"Mate, we're done for. He called me Edward." Teddy whispered to Sirius, who swallowed hard with a nod.

"You are both in so much trouble. What were you thinking, going into Harry's workshop? It's dangerous! We keep it locked for a reason!" Draco scolded.

"But Reggie-"

"Is safe and sound here. You should have just told your father what happened instead of trying to fix it yourselves! What if you had been hurt?" Draco asked, then went still. "Are you hurt?"

"No, Uncle Draco. We're alright." Teddy replied.

Draco looked between the two, fussing over them, checking them for injury. "Honestly, you two. I don't know how I put up with your nonsense on top of taking care of Reggie every day. How old are you Teddy, thirteen? You go to Hogwarts for Salazar's sake. You should know better than to go messing with magical artifacts!" He pointed out. "Siri, please tell me your father has grown a brain since school and has stopped his reckless habit of jumping into things unprepared. I certainly can't handle all four of you being idiots."

Both boys were notably quiet at that. "Sweet Salazar, am I the only sane one in this household?"

"Malfoy, what is going on?" Harry spoke up. This time, his voice wasn't laced with anger but rather confusion.

Sirius and Teddy went still. "Uh oh. Dad is going to kill us." Sirius breathed.

Teddy nodded quickly. "Oh, absolutely."

Draco sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Boys, go upstairs. Reggie is in his room with Aunt Pansy. Go make sure he's alright."

The boys glanced at Harry a couple more times. "Uncle Draco-" Teddy began.

"Now. Don't make me repeat myself." Draco insisted.

"Yes, Papa." "Yes, Uncle Draco."

The two boys quickly made their way upstairs. "Blaise, go make sure they don't do anything stupid. Please."

"Oh, happily. I don't want to be here for this." Blaise replied, glancing between him and Harry before rushing after the boys.

Draco and Harry were alone then, standing quietly in the center of the workshop. Draco could feel his gaze on him, distrustful and suspicious. He sighed. "Let's go upstairs. I don't want either of our magic to act up and react with anything in here."

"What-"

"Please, Harry. Too much has happened today and I won't be able to handle another magical artifact getting testy because of a Potter." Draco cut him off, heading for the door and stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "Come on. I'll answer all your questions once we sit down."

Harry tried not to think about the way Malfoy was calling him by his first name, hating the way it made him feel nauseous. He had so many questions, he didn't know where to start. Malfoy, for whatever reason, seemed subdued yet willing to explain.

He'd give the blonde one chance to tell him what was going on.

"Fine." He huffed, heading up the stairs and making his way to a chair in the living room, plopping down onto the cushion, finding it much more comfortable than expected.

Draco closed the workshop door behind him, making sure it locked shut, and followed him up the stairs. He stopped by the kitchen to grab his tea, pouring Harry a cup as well, then made his way to the living room.

Setting the cup for Harry down on the coffee table, Draco took the seat opposite, sitting on the long couch. He sipped his tea as he gathered his thoughts, then set his cup down. "Eight days ago, I found a doorway in the hall and stepped inside, wondering where it went, and found myself here. Turns out, this is my house in the future."

"I didn't expect Malfoy Manor to be so cozy." Harry grumbled, casting suspicious looks at his teacup.

"That's because it isn't Malfoy Manor. My mother and I tore down the Manor. It's an empty field now. Or, it will be in the future." Draco pointed out. "This is the home I live in with my husband and our kids."

"Husband?"

"Oh, please. Harry, there are much more important things to get caught up on aside from the fact I'm gay." Draco groaned. "Were you even listening earlier when we were down in the workshop?"

"Yes. Mostly. I was a bit shocked to see two kids fall out of a mirror, honestly."

Draco huffed, almost amused. "Yes, well, welcome to my life recently. I've been busy taking care of one son and now the other two decided to show up. How I manage to keep track of the three of them in the future, I have no idea."

Harry watched Draco take another sip of tea, his own still sitting untouched. "So, those are your sons…"

"Yes." He replied. "Well, Teddy is technically my first cousin once-removed, but I married his godfather. He calls me his Uncle, apparently."

"But the other boy is your son?"

Draco gave a nod.

"But… His name…"

"I am well aware of what his name is, Harry." Draco sighed. "Just ask already and get this over with."

"Who is his father?" Harry questioned quietly.

"I thought it obvious considering he's named after your father and godfather, but I'll humor you. You're his father."

"But that means-"

"I know what it means. That's the reason I didn't want you here. You hate me and Reggie doesn't need to see that. None of the boys do. We somehow work things out in the future but we are far from that right now. You despise me and I certainly would rather not have to deal with you judging me for things I can't control." Draco explained, finishing off his tea.

Footsteps sounded and silver-grey eyes peeked out from the hallway. Draco gave Harry a look telling him to be quiet. "Um, Papa?" Sirius called out hesitantly.

"Yes, Siri?" Draco replied.

"Reggie is being fussy. He wants you and Dad. Aunty Pansy said Reggie needs his medicine too." The boy replied.

Draco sighed. "Alright. I'll be right there."

Sirius disappeared back down the hallway.

Getting to his feet, Draco gestured to Harry's tea. "You're not going to drink this, are you?"

"No." Harry replied simply.

Draco hummed, picking up the tea and downing it himself before bringing it to the kitchen, setting the cups in the sink. He pretended not to notice Harry trailing after him, looking around at the house.

"Come on. You might as well meet Regulus." He spoke, grabbing Regulus's potions from the counter, motioning for Harry to follow him down the hall. "Try not to look at the pictures. I don't think you'll appreciate them."

Of course, Harry did the exact opposite of what he'd been told. His eyes found the biggest pictures and went wide with shock.

"Harry." Draco called from Regulus's bedroom doorway. "Come on."

Harry had to tear his eyes away from the image of him and Draco dancing, dressed up and painted with runes. He found Draco leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him. He looked exhausted like that, clearly having been through too much today. With one last glance, catching the soft kiss their future selves shared in the photo, Harry turned and continued down the hall.

He tried to ignore the heat that flooded his cheeks.

Stepping into the bedroom, Harry found it a bit crowded with everyone in it. Blaise was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner, covering his ears while Pansy had a crying Regulus in her arms, trying to calm him down. Sirius and Teddy stood off to the side, both looking worried while also casting quick glances at Draco and Harry.

Draco took charge right away, as if this were normal, and sat down on the bed. "Thank you, Pansy. I can take him." He said, easily taking the little blonde boy from her and settling him in his arms. "It's alright, mon bébé. I'm sorry we woke you up from your nap." He soothed, one hand supporting Regulus while the other rubbed his back comfortingly. "There's no need to cry."

Regulus spoke, saying something shakily between the tears. Harry didn't understand a single syllable but Draco seemed to catch what was said. "I know, Little Star. I know. I have some medicine for you. It'll help you feel better."

Draco turned to Sirius then. "Siri, Love. Can you go get your brother some water?" He asked.

The older boy perked up at his name. "Yes, Papa." He replied and rushed out of the room.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Teddy asked, looking worried for the little boy.

"Of course, he is." Draco replied. "He just has a bit of a fever. Nothing some medicine and sleep can't fix."

Regulus sniffled and mumbled something else then, to which Draco paused. Silver eyes found Harry by the door. "He wants you, Harry."

Harry blinked. "Uh... okay?" He replied, stepping forward and taking a seat beside Draco. He was surprised when Draco turned towards him, having thought Draco would find their proximity uncomfortable.

"You know how to hold a child, right?" Draco began, but the blank look Harry gave him was enough for him to know the answer. He sighed softly. "He's not a baby so you don't have to worry about breaking him or anything. Just don't drop him. He's weak from the fever so you have to support him." He explained. "He's been missing you, so don't be surprised if he gets a bit clingy."

Harry gave a small nod, and then Draco was handing over the boy. Regulus whimpered a bit at being moved, but happily settled into Harry's arms, resting his head on Harry's shoulder, his little arms clinging to him just as Draco had said. "Hi, Daddy." The boy mumbled, clearly tired.

"Um- Hey, kiddo..." Harry found himself replying, his arms tightening around the boy ever so slightly. Harry glanced toward Draco. "He's really warm. Are you sure he's alright?"

Draco huffed with a little smile. "Doubting me already?" He replied, patting Harry's knee absent-mindedly. "Don't let him doze off. He needs to drink a few potions Pomfrey prescribed."

Harry watched Draco, certain he didn't even realize what he'd done, nor the fact he'd moved even closer to Harry then, their thighs touching as Draco coaxed Regulus to sit up properly and drink the three small vials. Green eyes followed Draco's movements, watching a pale hand run through platinum hair.

"Good boy." Draco hummed, smiling the softest, fondest smile Harry had ever seen. Then he had a glass of water, offering it to Regulus, who obediently took it and drank half of the small plastic cup.

Harry looked over, finding Sirius watching his little brother anxiously.

Only now was Harry looking closely. The boy had the signature Potter hair, dark and wild and curly. He had Harry's nose and mouth, Draco's cheekbones and chin. His eyes were pretty silver, just like the man he was named after, a Black family trait Harry hadn't realized Draco inherited.

Regulus seemed to be the opposite. Little blonde waves, soft features that certainly came from Draco, and bright green eyes. Harry hadn't seen them at first, but as the potions began to kick in, Regulus grew a bit more lively, smiling up at Harry and babbling away about how happy he was his Dad was there too.

"They are good kids." Draco said softly beside him, catching Harry's attention. "They are lucky to have a Dad like you."

Harry blinked, surprised.

"What? I certainly couldn't have raised them this well on my own. You've seen my father. You know how screwed up I am." Draco continued.

This earned a reaction from not only Harry, but Pansy and Blaisetas well.

"Don't say that, Draco."

"You're not like your father."

"I think you're amazing, Draco."

Said blonde paused, surprised, silver eyes meeting emerald. "What did you say?" He asked, and Harry watched as pink flooded Draco's cheeks.

"I said... I said I think you are amazing." Harry replied softly.

He vaguely heard Teddy gagging in the background, Sirius quickly shushing the boy with a giggle. Pansy scolded the two and ushered them out of the room to give Harry and Draco some space.

"Let me take Reggie while you two talk, yeah?" Blaise spoke up, arms open in wait.

Harry took a breath. This had to happen eventually. Carefully handing Regulus over to Blaise, Harry watched the two go before turning back to Draco. The blonde just gave a sad smile and stood. "Come on. Let's go talk in our room." He said, then led the way out of the room as well.

Harry tried not to think about the heat rising into his cheeks. Draco had said "our room." The room their future selves shared. They really were married, weren't they?

Getting to his feet, Harry followed Draco down the hall and across the living room to another wing of the house. More photos lined the hall, all precious memories they hadn't even made yet, full of smiles and loving glances and held hands. Photos of their children and family and friends.

Draco stopped at the second door in the hall. Glancing back at Harry, he seemed to be working up his courage, then he opened the door and stepped inside. Harry followed.

The room was large, but not enough to make Harry feel open and exposed. He was used to smaller spaces and found he disliked the wide-open. He always felt like something could creep up behind him and attack. The bedroom, however, was the perfect size.

The ceiling was vaulted, enchanted similarly to the Great Hall. Constellations glittered gently above, a few Harry recognized. Canis Major- the constellation the star Sirius was from, Leo- for Regulus, and Draco- which was obvious. Seated in Ursa Minor, Polaris sat in the middle of the ceiling, the other stars slowly rotating around, Ursa Major always circling it along with the rest.

It took a moment for Harry to draw his gaze to the actual room, but he managed to when Draco took a seat at the bay window, sunshine spilling in from behind him, contrasting the night above them, making Draco's hair glow with a golden halo.

Feeling himself blush, Harry looked away quickly, eyes exploring the rest of the bedroom. On the far left wall sat a desk scattered with papers and folders, a few books lost in the mess. The bookshelves that lined the wall were neat and organized, however, a few artifacts displayed here and there, glass cases pristine and clear. On the right wall, a set of doors led to what Harry assumed were the closet and bathroom. Between the two doors sat a long dresser with a mirror, reflecting the room back at him as well as his own expression. He looked away, toward the far wall once more, noting Draco in the cushioned and pillow-filled bay window. There was a second further down the wall, just as soft and welcoming. Between the two stood a large, four-poster bed. Gauzy white curtains were drawn open, revealing black satin bedding.

Harry seemed to have stared at it for a while, Draco's scoff drawing him out of his thoughts, much closer than before. Harry looked over, finding the blonde standing beside him. "I had the same reaction the first time I saw it. I never would have thought I'd convince you to sleep in something like this. You're all cottons and fleece and such. Satin seems a bit… much."

Harry's cheeks began to burn.

"Go ahead and try it out. It's nice. I fell asleep near-instantly, which is a surprise considering…" Draco trailed off, frowning before turning away to go browse the bookshelves.

Harry realized Draco was giving him space, trying not to hover or make him uncomfortable. Harry was trying his best not to find it sweet of the blonde.

Making his way to one side of the bed, Harry sat down, kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed properly. The feeling of satin beneath his hands had his heart picking up its pace ever so slightly. It was only when Harry seemed to get comfortable that Draco approached, stopping at the foot of the bed on the opposite side. He put an arm around the post there, leaning against it.

"I really don't know how we managed all this." He began softly. "You hate me. I'm a dirty snake. You would never trust me to come within ten feet of you, let alone all this. It's insane."

Harry couldn't bring himself to disagree. Draco was right. All of this was insane. They befriended each other? They fell in love? They had kids?

That was something Harry still hadn't managed to work out.

"I get it though. I've been a prat since we first met. I never learned to shut my mouth and went on and on about my father and slytherin house and…" Draco frowned, rubbing his left forearm as his gaze turned toward the ground. "Even now, I'm forced to do terrible things, things I know you'd never forgive me for, which makes all this that much harder to believe. I've been preparing myself to die by the end of term, but to know I somehow survive? To know I somehow end up happy?"

Draco's voice wavered and he promptly stopped talking. He was already sharing too much emotion with Harry and didn't want to let himself slip and break down.

Harry seemed to have other plans, however.

"What do you mean you're preparing to die by the end of term?" He asked slowly, hesitant.

Draco smiled sadly. "Some of us weren't lucky enough to be welcomed into Gryffindor, Dumbledore's favorite house. Some of us were cast away to the dungeons and forced into a pit of snakes. Every day is a fight to survive, and there's only one acceptable path forward. No matter what path we choose, though, all roads lead to the same place. Slytherin House really can't escape Him."

Harry scooted closer to Draco, grabbing his hand. "You're bleeding. Stop scratching at it."

Draco blinked, then turned his gaze downward. Blood was seeping through his white sleeve. "Damn it." He breathed, and went to pull away, but Harry held his hand tighter, keeping him from drawing back. "Please, let go." He asked, but Harry's free hand came up to his sleeve, carefully pushing it back.

At that, Draco bristled, slapping his hand over his forearm to keep his sleeve down. "Don't." He spoke, but his voice wavered. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Please, don't."

Harry looked up then, meeting his gaze. "I already know." He admitted, and Draco felt his world start to crumble around him. He shook his head quickly, his breaths coming in short, fast.

"Draco, it's okay. Calm down." Harry began, looking concerned behind the blur of tears.

"No, it isn't. I'm going to fail and he's going to kill me to punish my father. Everyone knows I can't do it. They all whisper and laugh about it whenever I'm at the Manor. They are counting down the days."

Harry's hand cupped Draco's cheek but the blonde couldn't bring himself to pull away.

"What did he ask you to do?" Harry asked softly. He knew Draco had been given a task of some sort, but to know he'd be killed if he failed was a shock.

Draco shook his head again. He couldn't say it. He couldn't admit it to Dumbledore's most loyal follower. He couldn't admit it to Harry.

Hands found his hips and drew him onto the bed, Draco stumbling a bit, only to be drawn in close. He inhaled the earthy scent he had been able to smell on the pillows as he slept, finding guilty comfort in it.

"He's going to kill me." Draco repeated, hiding away in Harry's arms.

"No, he won't. I won't let him."

A scoff managed to escape Draco's lips, a puff of hot air against Harry's shoulder. "You're the one he is after. He won't just let you waltz in and save me, Potter."

Harry held him a little tighter. "I know, but I'm not going to just abandon you there."

A wounded sound rose up from Draco's chest. His voice was barely a whisper. "You should."

Harry drew back then, fixing Draco with a sharp look. "Draco, listen to me. You're not going to die. You should know that better than anyone. Look around you." He began. There had to be a reason he and Draco fell for each other and started a family. He'd seen a hint of it just now in the way Draco explained what he'd been struggling with.

Draco was as much an unwilling participant in this war as Harry was. He was forced into it by a mad man who craved immortality. His own life was threatened, toyed with to prove a point, just as Harry's was. Draco was suffering directly at the hands of the man that haunted Harry within nightmares and visions. They were two sides of the same coin, both just trying to survive while losing as few loved ones as they could.

Holding Draco close once more, Harry pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to the crown of his head, causing Draco to go still. "If… If this is the future we can have, one where we are actually happy, then I'm going to fight for it." He whispered.

"How can you say that when you know what I am?" Draco replied, voice muffled in Harry's shoulder.

"That's exactly why I say this." Harry answered. "You don't want to blindly follow. You didn't take the mark willingly. You're trapped and want out. You're protecting the people you love at the cost of yourself." A small laugh managed to bubble up from Harry's chest. "Honestly, you sound a lot like a dumb, self-sacrificing Gryffindor I know."

Somehow, that managed to get a laugh out of Draco, who clung to him a little tighter.

"I can't promise that knowing that will fix things, but it certainly helps. At least, now I know you have a reason." Harry hummed. "If I were in your shoes, I would do the same thing. I can't blame you for it. The one responsible is him, not you."

"We're just kids, Harry. Neither of us should have to be fighting in the war." Draco pointed out.

"I know." Harry whispered, feeling Draco's arms tighten around him. "I know."

Harry had been attending classes as he was supposed to, Blaise and Pansy also making sure they didn't miss anything, but it was clear that none of them could focus much on what was being taught.

Hermione pestered Harry about what happened when he followed the two Slytherins that day with Madame Pomfrey, but he would just shrug and say nothing interesting happened. That she was right and it had nothing to do with Malfoy.

It had everything to do with Draco, but he definitely wouldn't tell her that.

Even Ron was growing suspicious of the way Harry had been absent-minded, always lost in thought. He tried to get some answers out of Harry at lunch or after class, but Harry would close up, shrugging and saying he forgot something in the dorm and would run off. They wouldn't see him again until the next morning.

Harry felt bad for lying to his friends but he didn't think they would understand. Ron despised the Malfoy family and Hermione would be certain it was all a trick of some sort. She'd lost any trust in Draco second year, if not sooner.

And yet, Harry slipped away to spend as much time with the blonde as possible. Even now, he snuck into the Room of Requirement, toeing off his shoes and setting them under the bench by the door. It was evening, dinner having just ended, and he rushed upstairs with pockets full of sweets for the boys. Of course, Draco didn't know he'd begun sneaking them candy.

He'd worried at first about Draco missing meals, but it seemed the house came fully stocked with food, Draco cooking meals for the four of them on the stove after Teddy and Sirius explained how it worked. Besides, magic certainly made things easier.

"Brush your teeth now. Your Dad should be here soon." Draco's voice drifted down the hall, a small commotion coming from the bathroom the boys shared on their side of the house, a chorus of "yes, Papa" sounding in response.

Harry hung his robe on one of the coat hooks by the door, then made his way toward the bathroom. Peeking inside, he found Regulus and Sirius brushing their teeth as Draco had told them too, Teddy having just finished and put his things up. The blue-haired boy turned to leave the bathroom, only to spot Harry standing there with a fond expression.

"Hi, Uncle Harry!" He smiled.

Godric, he looked so much like Remus. That was something he wanted to bring up to Draco- letting Teddy meet his parents. Regulus had been going on and on about meeting Professor Snape and he could see the way Teddy would withdraw into himself, full of hurt and longing.

"Hey, Teddy." Harry smiled.

"Dad!" Sirius beamed, having finished brushing his teeth next. "Are you staying again tonight?"

"That was the plan, yeah." Harry replied.

He'd been sleeping on the couch the last few nights, not quite able to make himself leave after seeing the boys. He knew it was selfish, but this life, hidden away in their own little bubble thanks to the Room of Requirement, made him incredibly happy. In the back of his mind, however, he knew that all of this would vanish when the boys were sent back to their own time. They were playing house in the middle of a war.

Once the boys were gone, he feared that he and Draco would go back to being enemies. What formally had seemed to be the obvious course of action had become the worst case scenario. Fighting against the blonde felt wrong. Hurting him would be unbearable.

Harry had been considering what they should do ever since finding out about their future. He knew changing the events of the timeline could have catastrophic results but he just couldn't stand on the opposite side as Draco. Seeing this home, seeing their sons, had shifted Harry's entire point of view of the blonde. He knew Draco was forced into it all, just as he had been.

"Daddy? Why do you look sad?" Regulus spoke up, causing Harry to blink out of his thoughts. The boy stood beside him, his little hand having grabbed onto Harry's pant leg. Emerald eyes just like his own looked up at him.

"I'm just thinking, kiddo." Harry replied, reaching down and scooping the little blonde into his arms. "Where's your Papa?"

Regulus pointed across the hallway to a closed door. "Papa found the room today." He explained, as if Harry already knew what the room was.

Little footsteps shuffled over to them then. "Dad, I can take Reggie and put him to bed. You should go talk to Papa." Sirius began. Behind him, Teddy nodded.

"We know you have a lot to talk about. All this must be really weird for you two. I mean, you're only three years older than me right now. Seeing your future kids must be a big shock." Little Lupin agreed.

Harry glanced toward the door, debating if it was worth potentially getting more upset. He never was the best when it came to talking with Draco.

"How does your Papa like his tea?"

Sirius smiled, taking Regulus and heading to the end of the hall. Teddy motioned for Harry to follow him, leading the way to the kitchen.

A short while later, Harry made sure the boys were all in bed, then carried two cups of tea into the mystery room, finding Draco seated in a rocking chair by the window. The light was off, leaving only moonlight to shine in and light up the room.

"You okay?" Harry began, making his way over and setting the tea on the little table under the window.

Draco was quiet for a moment, then sighed. "I'm pregnant."

Harry went still as a statue, earning a scoff from Draco. "Future me, Harry. Don't be ridiculous now." He clarified.

"Right. Of course." Harry blushed, glancing around the room, finding that it was a nursery. "How do you know? And is… Is that a bad thing?"

Draco was quiet for a long moment, turning his gaze outside. "I've just been thinking about it lately." He hummed. "It's weird to think there's another version of us somewhere. We're married and have a family and a beautiful home and another baby on the way."

Harry hummed softly, letting his eyes wander the room. "Yeah. It is a bit strange to think about…" He agreed, feeling his face heat up at the thought of Draco- who he never would have thought would be willing to be pregnant at all- carrying another of Harry's children. He'd likely be exhausted and overwhelmed, his belly all round and pretty, but Harry could imagine the way Draco would smile softly and rub the baby bump, excited to meet the little one growing within. It was a lovely thought.

"What are you thinking about over there? I can almost see steam coming out of your ears, your face is so red." Draco asked, interrupting that particular train of thought.

Harry coughed softly, embarrassed, quickly turning so Draco couldn't see his face. "Well, I- I was just…"

Draco laughed, and Harry found he very much liked the sound of the blonde's laughter.

"If you think about it much harder, I might start to hear your thoughts." Draco joked as he stood from the rocking chair, amused at how flustered Harry had become.

"Oh, please, no. I think I'd combust." Harry replied, bringing his hands up to cover his face as Draco approached, wanting to melt into the floor or crawl into a hole to hide.

Draco, ever so gently, reached up and coaxed Harry's hands away from his face, finding Harry's cheeks burning a bright pink. "If I didn't know better, I would think you liked the idea of me being pregnant with your child."

"Well, good thing you know better, then." Harry replied, but his voice was small and strained and he couldn't meet Draco's eyes.

Draco sighed, exasperated. "No wonder we're already on number three. Salazar, you're going to drive me crazy one day." He hummed, amused. "Well, at least you give me a few years between each kid, so I suppose I can't be too mad about it."

Harry wished he could evaporate into thin air or something, anything, to vanish from here and not suffer Draco's teasing.

The blonde just let out an amused huff and, still holding Harry's hand, led him from the nursery. "Come say goodnight to the boys."

Harry, still rather frazzled, followed along quietly as Draco led the way to the left and into Regulus's bedroom. Sirius had done well, getting his little brother into his pajamas and tucked into bed. Harry noticed the little plush toy Regulus hugged close as he waited for goodnight kisses.

It was a snitch.

Draco smiled knowingly. "He certainly takes after us, don't you think? Future seeker, for sure." He hummed, letting go of Harry's hand in favor of kneeling down by the tiny bed.

Regulus beamed up at them. "Papa and Dad were Seekers, so I'm gonna be one too."

Draco carded a hand through Reggie's hair. "As long as you have fun, it doesn't matter what you do, mon bébé." He hummed, leaning down and placing a kiss on his son's forehead.

Harry melted even more, joining Draco beside Reggie's bed. "You were a good boy for your Papa today, right?" He asked.

Regulus nodded happily. "I'm always a good boy. Teddy and Siri are the ones who make Papa grumpy."

Draco sighed. He'd already learned as much. The two boys were little gremlins. Troublemakers, those two, just like Harry.

Harry laughed at his son's words. "That's my fault. They are too much like me." He smiled, pressing a kiss to Regulus's forehead as well.

Draco got to his feet then. "Now, get some sleep. If you need anything, we're just down the hall."

"Okay, Papa. Goodnight." Regulus replied, then yawned sleepily. "I love you two."

From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco soften a bit, glancing back at Reggie as he led Harry from the room. "We love you too, bébé. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Little Star." Harry added softly, then drew the door nearly shut, leaving just a small crack.

When he turned back, Draco was blushing softly, already making his way to the next bedroom to check on Sirius and Teddy. Harry followed after with a soft smile.

Knocking softly on the slightly ajar door, Draco peeked his head into the room, glancing between the two beds. Sirius had been mid-jump, pillow in hand. Teddy, suffering a blow from said pillow, was laughing brightly, his hair a sunshine yellow.

"Boys." Draco started, opening the door fully so Harry could see the chaos of the shared bedroom.

Sirius froze, pillow raised above his head, then promptly dived under his blanket, giggling to himself as if he'd gotten away with another prank, very pleased with himself. Teddy, on the other hand, perked up and smiled, his hair turning platinum as his eyes turned silvery-grey.

"You two seem to be having fun." Harry laughed, making his way over to Sirius, poking him in the ribs through the blanket, making the boy laugh even louder, wiggling about, ticklish.

"It's time for bed, Loves." Draco hummed, leaning against the doorframe, watching Harry play with Sirius for a moment before getting him tucked into bed properly.

Teddy padded over to his bed and plopped down onto the mattress, dragging the pillow Sirius had taken hostage along with him, getting comfortable. "Do you think we can do something tomorrow?" He asked, curling up on his side, watching Harry and Draco.

Draco slowly made his way over, fixing the blanket and making sure Teddy was nice and cozy. "Like what?" He asked, curious what the younger had in mind.

Teddy shrugged. "I don't know. We can't really be seen by anyone except Uncle Sev and Madame Pomfrey, so that means the castle isn't an option, but it would be nice to go outside for a bit."

Across the room, Sirius nodded eagerly in agreement. "Yeah. I miss playing outside. Can we go, Papa? Dad? We just have to be careful not to be seen, right? Us kids can use Dad's cloak to sneak out and you can take us somewhere fun!"

Harry considered the request. The kids really did need to get out for a bit and have some fun. He could tell they were getting antsy, stuck in the Room of Requirement all day, every day. "We'll see. Your Papa and I need to talk about it first." He replied.

Draco nodded. "We'll have to find somewhere you'll be safe, but I don't see why not. We'll figure something out." He smiled, gently ruffling Teddy's platinum hair, watching it fade back to a sandy brown. "Now, get some sleep, you two."

Draco kissed Teddy on the temple, then rose from where he'd perched on the edge of the younger's bed, crossing over to Sirius and kissing his forehead.

Harry watched with a fond smile, then did the same, wishing both boys sweet dreams, then trailing out of the room after Draco, leaving the door cracked open slightly, just in case.

Seeing Draco turn towards the kitchen, Harry followed. "Tea?" The blonde offered, already pulling down their cups from the cupboard and getting the water started in the kettle, one wave of his wand guiding it through the air and onto the stove.

"Yes, please." Harry hummed, taking a seat on one of the stools at the island. He hadn't had the chance to see Draco in the kitchen yet, so seeing him look so at-ease among the very muggle kitchen was fascinating.

"I can feel you staring." Draco said softly, poking through the cupboard filled with various teas before settling on a calming chamomile.

"Sorry. It's just… odd. All of this is, honestly. I'm still trying to get used to it." He replied, leaning his chin into his hand as Draco worked on their tea.

"Of course, this is odd." Draco scoffed, but it was with gentle amusement, not insult. "We somehow fall in love, get married, buy a lovely house, and have three kids. Certainly not what I expected my future to be like."

Something in the way Draco said it made Harry think he wasn't too opposed to how their lives turned out.

"I'm surprised too but…" He began, trailing off a bit, glancing away when Draco glanced back at him curiously. "But it's nice. Having a family, that is. Just one look at the boys is enough to see how loved they are."

Draco studied Harry for a moment, then returned to making their tea, satisfied with whatever he'd been searching for in Harry's expression. Harry, on the other hand, felt the need to explain, to keep talking, if only to have an excuse to keep Draco near for a few minutes longer.

"I haven't thought about it much before all this but I honestly didn't have high hopes in regard to having kids. I've never had a father figure to look up to and learn from, so I didn't think I'd be a good father." He admitted.

Draco, having finished their tea, turned and placed a cup in front of Harry. "Well…" The blonde hummed, taking a sip of his own tea, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "I have my father to learn from, so I know how not to raise a child, at least. Whatever my father would do, do the opposite."

Harry chuckled, surprised Draco would say such a thing. "That's a start, I suppose." He agreed.

Draco smiled softly, gazing down at his tea. On the wall, the ornate clock chimed, letting them know it was late.

"We should head to bed." Harry sighed. "Snape and Pomfrey have given excuses for you not being in classes, but I need to get up early tomorrow."

"Right. Sleep." Draco hummed, finishing his cup, taking Harry's once his was empty as well. A flick of the wand had the cups quietly washing themselves and setting themselves to the side to dry. He paused in the entrance of the hallway leading to the bedrooms, glancing back at Harry as he made his way over to the couch where he'd been sleeping lately. "Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, Draco." Harry hummed in response, shrugging off his sweater and plopping down onto the couch.

Draco lingered for a moment, then made his way down the hall and to the master bedroom. The lights in the house dimmed to nothing once he was gone, the home settling into sleep alongside its occupants.

Harry had settled on the soft cushions of the couch, glasses folded and sitting on the coffee table. Draco had made it a habit to leave a pillow and blanket out for him to use, so he bundled up and made himself comfortable. It was just as he was starting to fall asleep that he heard a door open down the hall, socked feet shuffling slowly toward the living room.

"Harry?" Draco's voice sounded, barely audible. "Are you awake?"

Harry squinted into the dark of the house, turning his head towards the hallway. It was pointless, though, since he was near-blind without his glasses. "Yeah. What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up. "Are the boys okay?"

He had been drifting off, so he hadn't heard anything from the bedrooms, but part of him worried he had issued something.

"Oh, the boys are fine. They are all asleep." Draco began, sounding a bit nervous. "I was just… Do you, um, want to sleep in a real bed? The couch can't be very comfortable."

Harry considered the offer, very quickly realizing Draco meant them sharing the bed in the master bedroom. "You wouldn't mind?" He asked in response, reaching for his glasses and putting them on, looking back to Draco.

He was dressed in a set of soft blue pajamas, his hair damp from a shower, the platinum blonde strands curling slightly at the ends. Seeing Draco so relaxed, Harry felt his cheeks grow warm.

Draco sighed then. "Well, I wouldn't offer it if I did." He replied quickly, then his voice softened a bit. "Besides, it's your bed too, technically."

He wouldn't meet Harry's eyes anymore, and Harry realized that the Slytherin was blushing too.

There was a moment of silence, Draco shifting his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly looking rather embarrassed. He turned away, about to leave, when Harry spoke up.

"Okay." He replied, getting up from the couch, folding the blanket up and setting it to the side along with the pillow. He grabbed his sweater, then made his way toward the hall, stopping beside Draco. "You sure you're okay with sharing with me?" He asked once more, wanting to be sure.

Despite the dark of the house, Harry could see Draco's blush from this close.

"I'm sure." Draco replied, his silver gaze turned toward the floor.

Harry smiled softly and reached out, gently taking Draco's hand and leading the way back down the hall. "Come on. You must be tired, watching the kids every day." He hummed. "Let's get some sleep."

Still blushing, Draco followed along, letting Harry guide him into their room- their room- and over to the bed.

"Come on." Harry gently coaxed, folding back the black satin blanket and climbing into bed on the side Draco knew to be Harry's.

For a moment, seeing Harry sitting there, in that bed, Draco considered taking the couch instead if only to give his racing heart a chance to calm itself.

"Draco?" Harry asked, a little concerned when Draco simply stood at the bedside.

Feeling a bit silly, standing there in a daze, Draco quickly recovered and shooed Harry away. "Move. This is my side of the bed."

Harry blinked, then an amused smirk crossed his lips as he noticed the blush on Draco's cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't know." He hummed, scooting across to the other side, taking his glasses off and setting them onto the nightstand before laying down.

Draco promptly crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin, his back facing Harry. "Goodnight."

Harry watched the blonde, trying not to laugh, and settled into bed as well. He had to admit, now that he was laying down, the bed was insanely comfortable. Much better than the couch he'd been sleeping on- even if the couch was uncommonly comfortable as well.

Silence filled the room then, once the two had settled. Harry only found it more amusing, unfortunately, and he couldn't help but point out what he knew.

"You lied, you know?" He said softly.

Draco huffed and turned over, now facing him. "Why would I do such a thing?" He asked.

Harry turned on his side as well, the two facing each other. Like this, so close, Harry could make out Draco's silver eyes gazing into his emerald ones. "I don't know, but you did."

"And what exactly did I lie about?" Draco asked, slight offense in his voice.

Harry only smiled more. "That's my side of the bed, Draco." He pointed out. "You said it was yours though. Why?"

Draco blinked in surprise. "I don't know what you're talking about." He answered, then went to turn back over.

Harry reached out, catching his hip, keeping him from turning away. "Draco, a glasses case is sitting on the nightstand on that side, as well as a photo of my parents."

Draco froze, caught in his lie. He hadn't even noticed the stuff on the nightstand. He only knew this side was Harry's because of the smell lingering on the sheets and pillows, distinctly Harry Potter.

Harry Potter-Black, that is.

A small chuckle from Harry caught his attention. "What?" Draco snapped softly.

"You keep blushing. It's cute." Harry replied, then realized what exactly he had said and promptly shut his mouth.

Draco, of course, blushed even more.

Another silence spread between them then, the two not quite sure what to talk about but not really willing to just turn away from each other and sleep instead.

"This is awkward." Draco admitted.

"Yeah." Harry agreed. "It's kind of nice, though?" Draco raised a questioning eyebrow, and Harry quickly struggled to explain. "Well, it's just- I've always- Having someone-" He sighed deeply. "You're warm."

"Humans tend to be warm, yes."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Obviously, it's just…" He hesitated, debating what to say. Seeing how he already knew Draco's worst secret, maybe he could share one of his own? "I grew up sleeping in a cupboard under a staircase."

Draco suddenly looked pale, eyes widening.

"It was always cold and I wasn't given anything more than an old, threadbare blanket and a flat pillow. After starting at Hogwarts, sure, I had the thick blankets and fluffy pillows and an actual bed, but they've always felt like too much. Like I was being smothered." Harry explained, staring at the soft blue pattern of Draco's pajama shirt rather than meeting his gaze. "But this bed is different. The pillows don't feel like they'll suffocate me and the blanket is lightweight and you're warm enough to chase away the cold… It's nice. I don't feel trapped here."

"Harry…" Draco began, not sure what to say. How is someone supposed to respond to something like that? This was Harry Potter, the darling of the Wizarding World. Everyone had been told he'd grown up loved and cherished and taught about the beauty of magic despite the horrors it had caused in his life.

"I'm sorry." Draco finally settled on.

"Why? You didn't do anything." Harry pointed out.

Draco felt he very much had done quite a few things that he was suddenly regretting. He'd grown up with a very specific image in his head of what Harry Potter's childhood was like and now that it's been blown to bits by one simple confession, he knew he was in the wrong and had so much to apologize for.

Sitting up, Draco ran a hand over his face. "No, I've done so much. You deserve an apology for so many things. I've always been a git towards you and you never deserved any of it."

Regardless of if Harry was spoiled rotten or not, Draco had acted terrible toward him.

Harry sat up, frowning. "If this is about the cupboard thing, it's fine. They gave me a bedroom after first year."

Draco felt even worse then. "Harry, that's not- You know that's not normal, right? Keeping a kid in a cupboard- that's absolutely horrid. It sounds like something my Aunt Bella would do."

Harry's expression turned ice cold then.

Draco paused, thrown off by such a drastic change in emotions. Hesitant, he reached out, his fingers ghosting over Harry's arm. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Harry turned his gaze down to his lap, reaching up and taking Draco's hand. "She killed him. That night in the Ministry. She killed Sirius."

Draco was quiet for a moment before giving a small nod. "I know… I'm so sorry, Harry."

"He was the only family I had left. I have no one else."

Draco, scooting closer, gently cupped Harry's cheek. "That's not true, Harry." He began, guiding Harry to meet his gaze. Emerald eyes filled with unshed tears met silvery-grey. "You have Professor Lupin and the Weasleys and Granger. Family isn't just people you are related to by blood. You can choose who you see as your family."

Harry seemed to lighten at that, if only slightly. Draco continued then, voice even softer. "And, sometime soon, you'll have Teddy. And then me, and then we'll have our Sirius and Regulus."

Harry relaxed finally, but there still seemed to be something bothering him. "What is it?" Draco asked softly.

Harry turned a bit sheepish then. "Well, I know I mentioned that Teddy should be able to meet his dad since Reggie got to meet Snape… so I might have sent a quick letter to Professor Lupin."

Draco sat up on one elbow. "What did he say? What did you tell him?"

Harry sat up as well, reaching out and rubbing Draco's arm. "Relax, I just said something happened and that I wanted to meet with him if possible, somewhere outside of Hogwarts where we can talk without anyone overhearing. Also, preferably somewhere outside- I figured the boys would like to run around for a bit, and seeing how Teddy and Siri asked to go out tomorrow, I suppose I was right to assume."

Draco settled slightly, then frowned. "You need to tell him before he shows up and suddenly has Teddy crying or saying something or whatnot."

"I know." Harry sighed.

"Now, Harry." Draco insisted. "Before it gets too late."

"Alright, I'll send him a letter mentioning the boys and how they are from the future." He huffed, turning away and letting his legs fall off the side of the bed. Reaching for the nightstand, he carefully felt for his glasses, then put them on, getting to his feet. "Do you think the floo will work here?"

Draco sat up properly and watched Harry make his way to the desk across the room. "If I had to guess, yes. This is supposed to be an exact copy of the house from when the boys are from." He answered, eyes flicking to the door, knowing the fireplace sat just down the hall in the living room.

Having found a pen- muggle, of course- Harry took a piece of blank paper and scribbled down an explanation for Lupin. It took him a few minutes to figure out what to write, but he managed to get a decently coherent note written. Setting the pen aside, Harry folded the note up, then turned toward the door.

Draco slipped out of bed to go with him, falling into step with Harry as they ventured to the fireplace. Harry wasted no time and grabbed a pinch of floo powder, tossing it onto the embers burning low in the fireplace. "Remus Lupin's Flat." Harry commanded softly, and the entire thing flared up in vibrant green. Within the flames, the vague shape of a London flat could be seen. Harry tossed the letter inside, then let the flames dye back out, the fireplace returning to a soft orange glow of embers.

"Hm." Harry hummed. "That's that, I guess."

Turning, Harry's hand found Draco's once more, taking it gently, leading him back to their room.

"Hopefully, he sees it before tomorrow afternoon. If we are going to meet up, I don't want to go too late in the day." Draco spoke, trying to ignore his blush as Harry guided him back into bed.

"He should see it soon. He's usually up anyway. He has a hard time sleeping because of his condition." Harry replied, settling back into bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders.

Draco smiled, amused, but there was a tension to it. "Do you think he'll take it well? I mean, I'm… well, you know. And he's a part of your little Order thing. I doubt he'll be happy to see me."

Harry reached out- Draco found that, since that first time Harry reached out for him the day he found them in the Room of Requirement, Harry had often initiated some sort of contact- and he gently brushed his knuckles across Draco's cheek.

"He'll understand." Harry reassured, watching as a blush flooded Draco's cheeks once more.

Deaco huffed softly though, reaching up to grab Harry's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Yeah, at least until he finds out what my mission is. Then I'm back to being the enemy."

Harry paused, seeing how Draco began to avoid his eyes again. "Draco, what is your mission, exactly?" He asked, voice hesitant.

Draco shook his head. "I can't tell you. You'll hate me again."

"I won't. I'll just hate Him even more. You've said he gave you an impossible task and that he expects you to fail. Maybe I can help? The two of us might be able to think of a way to get whatever it is done." Harry began, but Draco shook his head faster, eyes starting to water.

"You can't help me, Harry. Not with this." The blonde insisted.

Harry frowned, removing his hand from Draco's and reaching out. His left hand slipped under Draco's waist while the other grabbed his thigh. Draco let out a sound of surprise, and Harry pulled him close until they were only inches apart, their legs tangling together.

Draco went still, very much aware of how close they were and how Harry might notice how fast his heart was beating.

"Draco." Harry spoke, voice just a whisper.

Draco's breath caught in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his face flooded with warmth. A feather-light kiss pressed against the corner of his mouth then, brief, barely-there, clearly hesitant.

"You can tell me. I won't get angry. I just want to make sure you'll be safe." Harry promised quietly.

Another kiss pressed to Draco's cheek, helping him relax a fraction at a time.

The blonde let out the breath he'd been holding, then tried his best to steel his nerves. "Dumbledore." He answered, nearly inaudible, only heard because they were so close together.

Harry kissed his forehead then, holding him a little tighter as a sob bubbled up from Draco's chest. "I had a feeling that's what it was." He hummed. "That necklace was you, wasn't it? The one Katie Bell tried to deliver to him?"

Draco couldn't hold back his tears anymore, clinging to Harry, the guilt and fear and anxiety all coming to the surface.

Harry didn't let go. He simply held Draco close and kissed the tears from his face, whispering softly that everything would be okay. That they would figure it out. That he wasn't going to die. They'd make it through this war- because that's what it was- and they'd build a life together. One where they were safe and happy and surrounded by friends and family and so much love.

Draco, exhausted from his day wrangling the boys and the suddenly emotional evening with Harry, eventually settled thanks to Harry's placating whispers and soft kisses. He found himself drifting to sleep then, wrapped safely in Harry's arms, inhaling his earthy scent, all green and peaceful and wild.

Harry followed soon behind, pressing one last kiss to the crown of Draco's head before letting himself fall into sleep as well.

"Papa. Daddy." A small voice whispers, drawing Draco from sleep. The sound of the curtains being drawn open has him sighing, the warm sunlight spilling into the room chasing away what sleep remained. He rubbed his eyes, then squinted over to see a tiny blonde boy struggling to climb onto the bed.

The arm circling his waist tightened, a face pressing into his neck in an attempt to escape the light. A small, tired groan escaped Harry then.

Draco tried his best not to go bright red at the fact he and Harry were curled up together in bed, Harry's hand pressed against the small of his back, beneath his shirt. Instead, he focused on little Regulus, reaching a hand out for the boy to take and carefully pulling him up onto the bed.

Regulus smiled brightly, still in his pajamas, and crawled over to them, plopping down onto Draco's stomach.

Draco lost his breath for a second, not prepared for the boy's full weight atop him, but then he smiled.

"Good morning, mon bébé. Did you sleep well?" He asked softly, ruffling platinum hair that matched his own, drawing a giggle from Regulus.

Harry finally lifted his head, squinting over at them. His face instantly softened seeing the two blondes. "Good morning." He spoke, voice rough from sleep.

He spoke right into Draco's ear, causing him to shiver.

"Can we have pancakes?" Regulus asked, clearly eager for breakfast.

Harry tucked himself back into Draco's neck then, mumbling a response about sleeping in and wanting just ten more minutes before he had to get up.

Usually, this would annoy Draco who was very much a morning person. Laying in bed all morning seemed unproductive and pointless. Seeing Harry like this, though, wrapped around him, warm and comfortable, he suddenly realized he wouldn't mind sleeping in every once in a while.

Today, however, is not one of those days.

"Come on, Harry. Your son wants pancakes." He hummed, gently poking at Harry's side until he finally relented and let go, rolling over onto his back.

"My son? He's yours too, remember?" Harry replied, rubbing the sleep from his bleary eyes. There was an amused smile on his lips.

Draco sat up, smiling as well, cradling Regulus in his lap. He couldn't resist giving the boy a hug and peppering his face with kisses, drawing even more giggles from him.

Harry sat up as well, and when Draco glanced over, he found Harry's green gaze on them. He had something on his mind, though. Draco could see it in the way his expression turned bittersweet for a moment before settling.

Before he could ask, Harry had hopped up out of bed, suddenly full of energy. "Alright, kiddo. Let's go make pancakes for your Papa and brothers. You can help me flip them. Sound good?" He asked, scooping Regulus up into his arms.

Draco didn't miss the quick kiss Harry pressed to his temple as he collected Regulus from his lap.

Regulus wiggled in Harry's arms, excited to help cook, and Harry shuffled out of the room, leaving Draco sitting in bed, a bit dazed.

The blonde let out a long sigh, running his hand through his hair. It was always a bit odd, waking up the last couple weeks in this room with Regulus asking for pancakes. Having Harry there, however, somehow completed the picture, leaving the entire situation feeling surreal. As long as Draco didn't think too hard about it all, he could convince himself it was real- as if the war was long since over and he and Harry really were happy, together with their family.

But then he would remember they were still children themselves. They were still sixteen, stuck on opposite sides of a war neither wanted to be in.

Draco shook his head, not wanting to upset himself. It was a beautiful morning and they had plans for the afternoon and he was going to enjoy it!

Slipping out of bed, Draco padded along to the kitchen, finding Regulus sitting on the island, a mixing bowl in his lap while Harry pulled out ingredients and set three pans of varying sizes onto the stovetop. The kettle was already going.

"Papa! Daddy said he'd make eggs and sausage and toast too!" Regulus beamed once he saw Draco. Harry looked up from the cupboard, a soft smile on his lips.

Draco blushed softly, turning to Regulus and pressing a kiss to his forehead, smoothing out the wisps of blonde hair that stuck out at odd angles. Definitely reminiscent of the wild Potter hair. "Does your Dad cook good food? I haven't had it before."

Regulus looked scandalized for a moment before remembering these two were still in school, long before they ever got married and had kids. "Oh." He hummed in reply, then nodded enthusiastically. "Daddy makes the best food. He makes it without magic too- it always tastes amazing. And Papa loves when Daddy makes him breakfast in bed. I've been helping him since Papa has been tired lately because of Cissy."

Cissy? Like Narcissa?

Draco glanced over at Harry without meaning to, seeing a tint of pink in the Gryffindor's cheeks.

"Well, I'm glad he's taking good care of your Papa." Harry hummed, finally finished grabbing everything he needed to cook breakfast. "Thank you, too. I'm sure it's a big help."

Regulus beamed, setting the bowl in his lap to the side so Harry could start making the pancake batter. "I like helping cook. It's fun."

Draco stood by, curiously watching Harry add ingredients to the bowl. Flour and sugar and on and on, no hesitation, as if he already had a recipe memorized.

"Can… Can I help?" Draco asked.

Harry looked over, surprised. "Sure. Want to mix this for me?" He asked, sliding over the bowl and whisk. He added the last egg needed, then looked back to Draco.

Draco, admittedly, was a bit hesitant. He might have cooked meals for the boys, but they were all fairly basic and he usually enlisted Teddy's and Siri's help to get things done. Using a bit of magic didn't hurt, either.

Reaching out, he took the whisk in hand and began to stir the batter mix the way Harry had been, albeit a bit slower.

"Perfect. Thank you." Harry smiled, patting him on the hip before turning toward the stove to start on some scrambled eggs and sausage.

Regulus glanced between the two when he saw Draco's face turn pink. He blinked twice, tilted his head rather cutely, then spoke. "Are you two flirting? Teddy said Papa turns pink when Dad flirts with him."

Draco instantly wanted to evaporate into nothing, embarrassed at being called out by a small child.

Harry, at the stove, paused, having just put the sausage links into their pan, and glanced back at them. He was quiet for a moment, considering the question, then looked back to the eggs he'd scrambled in a bowl on the counter.

"Yes." He replied softly. "If… If that's okay with Draco."

Oh, to be able to vanish into nothing to escape the heat he felt in his cheeks.

"It's okay." Draco replied quietly, his heart fluttering in his chest at the admission. It really was okay. He liked it. Whatever this thing was between them, it was nice. It left him feeling shy and giddy and beyond happy- something he hadn't felt in a while now.

Draco couldn't see it, but Harry smiled happily to himself at the blonde's answer. Regulus smiled as well, able to tell both of his not-quite-parents were in a good mood.

The sizzle of eggs being poured into a hot pan filled the kitchen then. The sausage had already been started, leaving a faint, sweet and savory scent to permeate the air. All that was left was the pancakes and toast.

Turning around, Harry stepped back over to the island, coming up behind Draco. Again, his hand settled on the blonde's hip, feather-light, a little hesitant. "Okay. That looks mixed enough. Thank you." Harry spoke softly.

Draco let Harry take the bowl from his hands, silvery-grey eyes following him back to the stove.

"Want to grab a chair and bring Reggie over? I can show you both how to cook the pancakes." Harry hummed.

Draco gave a nod, turning and helping Regulus off the island counter, the two grabbing a chair from the kitchen table and bringing it over. Harry took it and positioned it by the stove.

"Now, you have to be very careful, understand? The stove is very, very hot." Harry cautioned.

Reggie nodded his head. "I know! Daddy tells me every time." He replied happily.

Draco was a bit more hesitant now, worried Reggie might get burned, but Harry guided him over as well, positioning him in front of the stove, a steady hand coming to rest on his hip once more.

It seemed that would become a habit of his. He'd done it multiple times already.

"You just have to ladle some batter into the pan and let it cook. There will be bubbles in the batter, and once they all pop, you flip it." He instructed, putting a scoop of batter into the pan, then a second, then a third, making them on the smaller side for Reggie and the boys.

"Daddy makes the best pancakes." Regulus declared softly, one hand on the back of the chair to keep himself steady, the other holding lightly onto Draco's arm.

If Draco was to be honest, he'd never had pancakes before. He was always told they were too full of sugar and that his father didn't need him running around and causing a ruckus. He had to admit, they smelled delicious already, cooking in the pan.

A kiss was suddenly pressed to the back of his neck, causing him to take a small, sharp inhale, a blush blooming across his cheeks.

Harry tended to the sausages as they waited for the pancakes to cook, then it was time to flip the pancakes. The bubbles in the batter having popped, Harry slid the spatula beneath one of the pancakes and flipped it with practiced ease.

"Your turn, Reggie. Remember, it's hot. Don't touch the pan." Harry reminded, handing their son the spatula.

Reggie nodded, taking the spatula from Harry. It seemed a tad too big for him, comically large in his tiny hands, but he moved it to one of the unflipped pancakes and slid it under, lifting the pancake from the pan. He flipped it, and Draco watched as it nearly fell out of the pan before sliding down to the bottom, a streak of raw batter left behind.

Behind him, he heard Harry bite back a laugh. "Good job, Little Star." He praised, reaching up to ruffle Regulus's hair. "It's hard at first, but you get better the more you do it."

Regulus, despite the little mess-up, smiled proudly, then held the spatula up for Harry to take.

That's when Draco found the handle pressed gently into his palm. "Your turn." Harry hummed behind him, voice soft in Draco's ear.

His father would lose it if he knew he was cooking, let alone doing so the muggle way.

Well, he would lose it if he knew any of what Draco had been up to lately, honestly.

Taking the spatula, Draco brought it to the last pancake and did as Harry had shown them. He was a bit slow, not wanting to mess it up as badly as Reggie had, and he was successful in keeping the pancake from hitting the side of the pan. It hit the edge of Harry's pancake, but that was all.

Harry pressed a kiss to his temple then. "Good job. That was perfect."

Draco tried not to feel too pleased with himself at the praise. He failed, of course, but he tried. His stomach filled with butterflies, the blush returning to his cheeks.

After another two batches of pancakes, each of them flipping one due to Harry insisting they practice a bit more, Draco helped Regulus off the chair and returned it to the table. As he did so, Harry affectionately attacked the little blonde with kisses, making Reggie giggle and squirm.

"Want to wake up Siri and Teddy for me, Reggie?" He asked. "We can all eat breakfast together."

Regulus bounced around excitedly, making Draco smile as he leaned against the counter. Watching Harry with Regulus always made his heart swell with affection for both of them. Harry was rather sweet, always doting on Reggie. Siri and Teddy too.

"Okay!" Regulus replied, turning and running through the living room and down the hall to the boys' bedroom.

Harry sighed softly watching him go, standing back up as the door to Siri and Teddy's room clicked shut behind Reggie.

"We're so lucky." Harry hummed in the now silent kitchen.

"We are." Draco agreed.

Harry turned to face him then, and Draco caught a hint of nervousness in his expression. "What's wrong?" He asked, worried something had happened.

"Nothing is wrong." Harry answered, making his way over, leaning against the counter beside him. "I just… I think we need to talk when we get the time."

Draco pressed his lips into a line. "Talk about what?"

Harry glanced over, reaching out and taking Draco's hand and easing it open, carefully rubbing the tension from his palm and fingers. "Relax. It's nothing bad. I just think we should talk about this. About us. About what we want." He explained. "It's easy to let ourselves go along with this since we're here, in this beautiful house, with three wonderful kids from the future, but… when they go home- because they have to go home, Draco, as much as I want to keep them and keep this house and keep you- when they aren't here anymore, back with their actual parents, it'll be harder. We need to decide what we are going to do."

"I'm not going back to how things were before. I refuse to. I'm not just going to continue on as if nothing happened." Draco promptly responded.

Harry turned to face him, such a warm and fond expression on his face despite the anxieties hidden within it. "That's not what I was suggesting." He said, lancing his fingers with Draco's. "What I mean is… Draco, we have to figure out a plan. We're on opposite sides of this war and people are going to get hurt regardless of what we do. I don't want you to get hurt. It would break me. I know we are safe here, but come the end of term…"

Draco looked down at their hands, squeezing Harry's gently. Harry squeezed back. "He took over Malfoy Manor. I'll be walking right back to him. And with my task being what it is…"

"You're not going to die." Harry insisted, causing Draco to sigh. Harry didn't seem to like that, seeing how he took Draco's chin in his free hand and make him look at him, silver eyes meeting emerald. "I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"Harry-" Draco began, sounding far too defeated, but he was cut off by lips pressing against his own. It took a moment to actually register what was happening, but once it finally clicked that Harry was kissing him, he melted and kissed back softly.

"I am not going to let him hurt you, Draco. Not him or anyone else." Harry whispered against his lips, not a trace of hesitation in his voice. He was determined and, one way or another, he would make good on his word. No one would lay a hand on him. No curses or hexes either. Nothing.

Draco could tell Harry would raze all of England in order to protect him if he had to. It was equal parts lovely and terrifying to imagine.

"I believe you." Draco replied, just a whisper on Harry's lips.

Harry kissed him again, a little deeper this time.

Soft giggles sounded from the living room then. The two of them quickly separated, blushing, turning to see Regulus smiling, happy to see them looking so in-love. Siri looked embarrassed, and Teddy waited for them to see him before pretending to gag.

Harry laughed while Draco quickly avoided the three boys' gazes, turning and tucking himself against Harry's side, hiding his face against Harry's shoulder.

Amused and so incrediy endeared, Harry gently pressed a hand to the small of Draco's back, rubbing small circles. "We can talk after we get home." He whispered in Draco's ear. "Because I don't know about you, but I want to fight for this. For our family. For you. For our future together."

Draco, not sure how to respond without either melting or sobbing, gave a nod. He pressed a small kiss to Harry's jaw, hugging him a little tighter. "Me too." He finally managed, voice wavering with so much emotion.

Teddy seemed to be able to tell something was up and, not wanting to interrupt whatever this little moment between Harry and Draco was, ushered Siri and Reggie to the table.

After a few seconds more in Harry's arms, Draco forced himself to let go. "Alright." He said, taking a breath to calm himself. "Breakfast. We should eat. We have a big day planned."

Harry smiled softly at him and gave a nod, reaching up and gently caressing his pink-tinged cheek. "We do, don't we?" He hummed, then pressed a brief, chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

Draco really didn't know how he'd survive so much affection, but he certainly wasn't going to ask Harry to stop anytime soon.

Letting go of each other, Draco and Harry grabbed plates and silverware, Teddy hopping up to help set the table as well. Then Harry was bringing over the food, plating up breakfast for everyone. Draco brought a cup of juice for everyone as well, then took a seat. Harry joined them a moment later, having quickly dealt with the pans so they wouldn't be a pain to clean later.

Their hands found each other under the table, fingers lacing together. They both smiled softly.

Needless to say, breakfast was wonderful. Regulus had been right when he praised Harry's cooking skills. Draco couldn't remember the last time he had a nice, warm meal without feeling like throwing up soon after. It had been a long time since he sat down with his family and actually enjoyed a meal, smiling and laughing and talking about the most random things. Even at Hogwarts, mealtimes at the Slytherin table were a bit more tense, fake smiles and forced politeness tainting every moment.

When breakfast was over, everyone full and excited for the day, Draco found himself a bit sad that the moment was over. He hadn't realized everyone had stood and cleared away the table until Harry gently rubbed his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts, drawing his attention.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking a little worried. Draco could hear the boys off in their rooms. Harry must have sent them to go get dressed.

"Yeah." Draco replied, a little breathless all of a sudden. "I'm just… I'm just trying to memorize all of this. I never want to forget this, being here, with all of you."

Harry's expression eased a little and he leaned down to kiss the top of Draco's head. "You're more sentimental than I expected, you know?" He hummed, then gently took Draco's hand. "Come on. Let's go get dressed. I told the boys we are going out for the afternoon and they just about tripped over themselves to get to their rooms to change."

Draco smiled at that, amused. "They've been cooped up too long. I'm sure they are excited." He commented, pushing back in his chair, getting to his feet. Harry's hand is still in his and the two make their way to their bedroom.

Thankfully, the Room of Requirement remembered to fill their dresser and closet with clothes. Harry noted, however, that the clothes he knew were his- because in what world would Draco wear jeans and a faded t-shirt- didn't quite fit him. He thought he was done growing, but it seems not. He would gain a few inches and he was certainly broader in the future.

That was an interesting thought compared with the fact all of Future Draco's clothes fit current Draco, meaning the blonde wouldn't get any taller or broader.

"Harry, you're thinking too hard about something again." Draco's voice sounded in his ear, making him jolt in surprise, a hot blush flooding his cheeks. Turning around, he found Draco looking up at him, a small smirk on his lips. "So? Mind sharing what has you all flustered?"

Harry certainly wasn't about to admit that he thought being bigger than Draco was making his mind turn to mush, nor was he going to tell Draco that he was pretty and a little dainty and Harry wanted to wrap his hands around his slim waist and- wow, teenage hormones were wild.

Draco bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Relax, Harry. No need to turn such a bright red. I'm just teasing you." He said, then made his way toward the door. "Finish changing. I'll go check on the boys."

With that, Draco left Harry to the silence of their room. It took a moment for Harry to blink out of his flustered daze. "Godric, I'm lost on him already." He whispered to himself, running a hand over his face with a sigh.

Laughter sounded from the hallway, Regulus running past the bedroom door. Heavier footsteps followed, a sigh that is distinctly Draco sounding soon after.

Right. He was supposed to be getting dressed.

A few minutes later, Harry managed to find a sweater that fit him decently and changed into it along with a pair of jeans. It contrasted the simple black suit Draco wore, which Harry found amusing. Just how opposite could they be?

Stepping into the Hall, Harry heard Draco grumbling to himself in the living room, Regulus giggling to himself as Siri and Teddy messed around. Heading down the hall and stepping into the living room, he found them by the door, Draco trying to get Reggie into a coat from the coat rack.

"Reggie, let Papa get you bundled up. It might look nice outside the windows here, but it's still winter outside Hogwarts. We don't want you getting cold." He spoke, catching the tiny blonde's attention.

Reggie settled down then, letting Draco button up his little blue coat and slip gloves onto his hands. Thankfully, Sirius and Teddy already had their coats on, eager to go.

Harry stepped over and grabbed a familiar hoodie from one of the coat hooks and pulled it on, then turned to Draco. "You need a coat too, Dray."

Draco hummed, fixing a wool cap over Regulus's head to keep him nice and warm. Then he stood, turning to Harry, who had grabbed a thick coat from the rack. It was clearly expensive, and he correctly assumed it must be future Draco's.

"Come on." Harry hummed, holding it up for Draco to slip on.

"Thank you." The blonde replied, sliding one arm in. Then the other, letting Harry settle the coat over his shoulders. He blushed a little when Harry grabbed him by his hips, turning him to face him, and began to button the coat up for him. "I can do that on my own, you know." He pointed out.

Harry just smiled. "I know." He replied, finishing the last button and pressing a kiss to Draco's cheek. "I just wanted to do it."

Draco caved a little, unable to be annoyed by having Harry do things for him when he looked far too happy to be of help in such a way. "Alright." He began, turning back to the boys. "We're going to use the Floo. Everyone over to the fireplace."

Harry helped usher the boys over, not that they needed much convincing.

The front door opened then.

"Oh- Where are you lot off to?" Blaise spoke, stepping in and toeing off his shoes by the door.

Pansy gave them all a once over, eyebrow raised. "Didn't even wait to say goodbye? You look like you're off on an adventure, bundled up like that."

Draco couldn't believe he'd forgotten about Blaise and Pansy.

"We're going on a little day trip." Harry replied. "We'll be back before dinner."

"Want us to hold down the fort for you?" Blaise asked. "Make sure the place doesn't change up on you before you get back? Can't have the floo vanishing before you can come home."

Yes, Draco felt incredibly forgetful at the moment. He'd been so focused on Harry and the boys that he didn't stop to remember the Room of Requirement could change if no one was in it. Someone else could come along as well and occupy it, keeping them from returning to the house.

"That would be a big help. Thank you." Draco replied, offering them a grateful smile. Regulus, getting antsy, began to hang off of his arm, swinging about until Harry scooped him up into his arms.

"It's no bother. Gives me a quiet place to work on homework." Pansy shrugged, walking over and taking a seat on the couch, her rucksack in hand. "We brought your homework for you. We have a transfiguration essay due Monday, so be sure to work on it when you get back."

"Thank you, Pans." Draco repeated.

Pansy huffed in an attempt to mask her melting at how sincere Draco was being. "Sure, sure. Now shoo. Get going before you miss whatever plans you have." She said, waving them off.

"Have fun, Lovebirds!" Blaise called out, having made his way to the kitchen, already raiding the fridge.

Harry laughed softly, then turned to the fireplace, watching it grow to accommodate them. Draco took Siri's and Teddy's hands, stepping in as Harry took a large handful of floo powder into his free hand, Regulus settled on his hip. "Ready?" He asked, glancing between his family. Draco offered a small smile and a nod in reply. They boys all grinned eagerly, nodding as well.

Harry faced forward once more, giving a small nod farewell to Pansy who gave a hint of a smile in return. Then he spoke, speaking the words "Lunar Cabin" before throwing down the handful of deep green powder.

The fireplace burst into green flames, swallowing them up and sending them through the floo network. Their fireplace stood empty by the time Blaise returned with a plate of leftover pancakes.

"Oh. I missed them." He hummed.

Pansy rolled her eyes and pulled out a length of parchment, starting on the essay they'd been assigned.

Far away, deep in a welsh forest Remus hadn't actually told Harry the name of, the five stepped out into a cabin. The smell of fresh coffee and chocolate filled the space, but no one seemed to be inside.

Draco glanced around, noting the rather expensive furniture and the cozy decor. "Where is this?"

Harry was taking it all in as well. "Apparently, my father and godfather gifted him a cabin somewhere in Wales. I had no idea until I asked about flooing somewhere close."

"Where is he?" Deaco asked.

"Who?" Regulus asked curiously.

Teddy was looking about the cabin suspiciously. "I mean, it's a nice place but why are we here?" He asked, looking at Draco and Harry.

Draco paused. They should have told him beforehand. Luckily, Lupin wasn't there at the moment, so he could give the boy some sort of warning.

"Siri, go with your Dad, okay?" He said, letting go of his son's hand in order to pass it over to Harry. Harry took it without hesitation, offering a small nod to Draco before heading for the door.

"Come on, boys. Let's let Papa and Teddy chat in private." He hummed. "I think there is snow outside. Why don't we go walk around for a bit?"

The door opened and they stepped out into the cold. Once the door shut and the cabin was silent again, Draco turned toward Teddy, who looked wary.

"We should have told you." He began, feeling extremely guilty the more he thought about how they'd sprung all of this on the poor boy. "I'm sorry, Teddy. We were too excited and forgot that you should have a say in this too."

"Who are we here to meet?" Teddy asked, and Draco watched his eyes turn a murky, anxious brown. His hair darkened too, settling in a deep black color.

"Regulus got to meet my godfather, Severus. It's only fair you get to meet who you are named after too." Draco replied as gently as he could. "Unfortunately, Siri can't meet either of the men he is named after since both of them are gone already but… your father, Remus Lupin, is still very much alive."

Seeing Teddy's eyes widening and begin to fill with tears had Draco panicking internally.

"I'm sorry, Ted-" He began to apologize again, but Teddy cut him off by rushing forward and hugging him tight. Deaco didn't hesitate to hug back, running a hand through the boy's hair in an attempt to soothe him.

"We can go home if you want. I'm sure he'll understand." Draco sighed, his heart aching. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or upset. This is a big deal- we should have asked if you were up for it first."

Teddy shook his head. "No, it's- it's okay." He replied, voice muffled from his face being pressed into the fluff of Draco's coat. "I- I wanted to ask about him but I didn't know how. I knew he was alive, out there somewhere, but…"

Draco hugged Teddy tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much about him. Harry knows far more than me." He admitted. "But he'd be happy to tell you everything he can. He adores Professor Lupin."

"What if he doesn't like me?" Teddy asked, sniffling a little. Draco pulled back to cup his face in his hands and wipe his tears.

"Teddy, listen to me." Draco began. "You are an amazing boy and deserve all the love in the world. Right now, in my time, you haven't been born yet. Professor Lupin might be a bit awkward at first, but I know he'll adore you once he gets used to the idea that you are his future son. It's very strange, seeing your future right before your eyes. He will need a while to adjust."

Teddy listened carefully, and even though he still seemed anxious, he gave a nod. His hair lightened to a dark brown, his eyes turning silvery-grey, mirroring Draco's. "Okay." He replied, taking a deep breath. "Can… Can you hold my hand until after I meet him? Just as support?"

Draco smiled softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Of course, my sweet boy. Whatever you need." He replied.

Teddy managed a wobbly smile in return, wiped his eyes, then took Draco's hand, squeezing it slightly due to his nerves.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked, smoothing down a few of Teddy's soft curls as the boy nodded. "If you need a break or want to go home, let me know."

"Okay, Papa."

Draco's heart melted for the hundredth time.

"Alright. Let's go find Harry and your brothers."

Teddy nodded once more, sticking close, and followed Draco to the door.

Sure enough, just as Harry said, snow blanketed the forest. The cabin was situated in a large flower field, so the glittering snow greeted them as soon as they stepped out.

Harry and Regulus were admiring the icicles hanging from the corner of the roof while Siri chewed on one Harry must have handed him.

Draco settled Harry with an unimpressed stare.

Harry smiled sheepishly. "What? It's just water. It won't hurt him."

Draco sighed, shaking his head, then looked around. "We're a little early. Where do you think he is?" He asked.

Teddy's hand tightened in his. He squeezed back gently.

Before Harry could answer, the crunch of footsteps in the snow sounded from around the corner of the cabin. He instantly turned to see Remus returning from the treeline, an axe in hand, a sled full of chopped wood behind him. The former professor paused, seeing Harry with a small child in his arms, then continued forward at a quicker pace.

"Sorry for being so early." Harry apologized.

Draco couldn't see Professor Lupin yet. Neither could Teddy, but the boy had ducked behind him, hugging him tightly. "It's okay." Draco whispered in reassurance.

Teddy didn't let go.

Remus shook his head at Harry's apology. "Don't worry about that, Harry. I was just grabbing some more wood for the fireplace. Warming charms can only accomplish so much." He said, eyes on little Regulus, surprised at how striking his green eyes were, just like Harry's. Just like Lily's.

Siri poked his head out from the corner of the house, silvery-grey eyes wide as he looked up at the tall man before him. "Woah." He breathed. "Is Teddy going to get that tall?"

Remus looked a little pale all of a sudden.

Harry was a little worried. Maybe they should head inside and sit down before introducing everyone to the poor man.

Reggie, just as surprised as Siri, stared at Remus for a moment before hiding his face in Harry's shoulder.

"Why don't we head inside?" Harry suggested.

Remus nodded quickly. "Of course. It's a bit chilly out. Let's get warmed up, shall we?" He agreed, waving his wand and watching the chopped firewood stack itself into the wood shed behind the cabin. He then turned to follow Harry to the front door.

Rounding the corner, though, Remus paused, seeing Draco Malfoy of all people standing by the cabin door. A child's arms were wrapped around him, hiding behind his back.

Harry took a breath, trying to think of a way to explain. Regulus spoke up then, however, leaving there no need.

"I want Papa." Reggie whined softly.

Harry sighed. "What's wrong?" He asked. Reggie didn't reply though, so Harry brought him to Draco, who coaxed the boy over onto his hip.

Draco kissed Reggie's forehead, avoiding Professor Lupin's shocked gaze, suddenly embarrassed.

"I told you about the mirror and how my future kids showed up because of it." Harry began. "Well, they are mine and Draco's. You can trust him."

Lupin hesitated for a moment longer, but after one more look at Draco, he gave a nod. "I see." He hummed. "Well, let's get inside. I'll make us all some tea."

"Can we have hot chocolate?" Siri spoke up beside Remus.

"You just had pancakes. You don't need more sugar." Draco replied.

It was Harry who broke his resolve, looking very much like a kicked puppy at Draco saying no to hot chocolate.

Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. One cup, and only if Professor Lupin is willing to make it."

Siri bounced about excitedly. "I want to help!"

Remus couldn't help but smile, finding the situation oddly familiar.

His eyes flicked to the little arms around Draco's waist though. Harry had mentioned it already, that one of the kids was his godson that he'd adopted in the future. Harry told him that the boy was Remus's son.

He understood the boy's hesitancy to face him. Remus had guessed something must have happened to him, seeing how Harry adopted the boy when he was very young.

"Come on, Dray." Harry spoke, opening the cabin door and stepping inside, one child eagerly rushing inside as soon as he stepped out of the way.

Draco, reaching down to pat the arms around him, spoke softly. "Back inside we go. It's okay." He reassured.

The arms didn't loosen, but they did shift to let Draco turn.

The boy seemed intent to keep the blonde between him and Remus. Realizing this, Draco offered a sad smile to the former professor.

The three stepped inside, getting settled in the warmth of the cabin, and Harry looked out at Remus, a small, understanding smile on his lips. He gave Remus a small nod, which Remus returned.

Remus stepped inside last, closing the door behind him and heading for the kitchen, letting the little family get settled in the living room.

Before he even had everything pulled out to make hot chocolate, the boy with dark hair and silver eyes popped up beside him. He looked no older than twelve, still just a little thing.

"Hi!" The boy spoke, looking between Remus and the pan he was filling with milk. "Can I help?"

Remus offered a smile. "Sure. Do you want to choose cups for everyone?" He asked, gesturing to the small shelf of mugs in the corner.

More than happy to do as suggested, the boy made his way to the shelf and examined the mugs intently, as if it were a very serious decision to be made.

Remus had just begun to warm the milk on the stovetop when the boy returned to his side, setting five mugs on the counter.

"I'm Sirius, by the way. Sirius James." He spoke, looking up at him. "Dad said I should tell you that. He said it would make you happy."

Remus wasn't prepared for such information, nearly dropping the chocolate he'd been breaking into pieces on the floor. "Well-" He began, trying to find his words as his heart grew pained in such a bittersweet way. "He was right. That… That does make me happy."

Sirius smiled brightly at that.

It was impossible for Remus not to see both of the boy's namesakes in that smile.

"When I was little, my Dad told me about the Marauders. You're Moony." He continued. Remus could only nod. "He said you liked to play pranks. Oh, and that you made this really cool map- Teddy has it now, of course. And he said his dad and the others became animagi so they could keep you company during the full moons-"

Remus did drop some chocolate at that. "You know about that?"

Sirius blinked. "About them being animagi? Or about you being a werewolf?" He asked, seemingly completely unfazed by both facts.

"I don't scare you?" Remus questioned, voice small.

Sirius laughed at that. "Of course not! Why would I be? You're Uncle Moony. You're brave and kind and smart and you love your family more than anything. You're not scary."

Remus couldn't help the flashback to James saying the same thing when the Marauders first found out about what he was. Fearless and so incredibly kind-hearted, James was, showing compassion even to a werewolf like Remus.

"Did I say something wrong?" Sirius asked suddenly, looking concerned.

"Oh- no, of course not." Remus replied.

"But you're crying…" The boy pointed out.

Oh.

Remus wiped his tears with his sleeve. "I was just remembering my friends, is all."

"Prongs and Padfoot." Sirius supplied, earning a nod. "Dad misses them too. He always talks about how much he wishes we could meet them. Says I look like Padfoot too."

Remus smiled sadly. "You do. You have the same eyes."

Sirius seemed to contemplate this for a moment, then looked back up at Remus. "Uncle Moony, the chocolate milk?" He prompted.

"Right. Thank you." He replied, turning his attention back to the hot chocolate, stirring it slowly so the melted chocolate could mix in properly. Once it was ready, he distributed it between the five mugs, casting a cooling charm so it would be just the right temperature to sip on.

Sirius took two of the mugs, carrying them out to Harry and Draco, before returning for his and Teddy's. Remus cleaned the small pot he'd used to make the sweet drink in, then grabbed his own mug and joined everyone in the living room.

Draco and the boys sat on the couch, Harry taking up one of the chairs, a second one left open for Remus, a coffee table standing between them. As Remus took a seat, he saw Sirius already halfway through his cup. Draco chided him softly, telling him to slow down. Harry smiled, watching as Draco let little Reggie take a sip from his mug.

Remus's eyes turned to Teddy then, seeing he held tightly to Draco's free hand with one of his own, his other wrapped around the warm mug of hot chocolate. His head was bowed, the boy looking down at the beverage.

Harry cleared his throat then, causing all eyes to turn to him. "Thank you for the hot chocolate, Professor." He began, the others echoing his sentiments. "I think it's time for introductions, yes?"

Gesturing to Sirius, Harry smiled softly. "You've already met Draco, of course, and little Sirius." He spoke, then gestured to the little one in Draco's lap. "Then there is Regulus Severus."

Remus tried his best not to raise an eyebrow at that one. He was sure there was a story there, but these were the right Harry and Draco to ask about it.

Harry then gestured to Teddy. "And then there is Edward Remus Lupin. He prefers to be called Teddy."

Teddy dared a glance up at Remus then, who smiled softly in return. "It's lovely to meet all of you." He replied. "I'm so happy to have the chance, to be honest."

Sirius finished his mug then, licking his lips, content. Draco noticed and reached over, wiping some chocolate from his chin with a small, ever-so-fond sigh. One look at Harry made obvious just how in love he was with the blonde.

Remus remembered James having the same look on his face watching Lily with baby Harry.

"Can we go play in the snow?" Siri asked.

"Impatient, are we?" Draco hummed. "Wait for your brothers to finish first, alright?"

"Okay, Papa." Sirius replied, earning a quick ruffle of his dark, curly hair.

Teddy, who had been quietly sipping on his drink thus far, finished it off, then set his mug down beside Sirius's. He glanced at Remus once more. "Why don't we have a snowball fight?" He asked.

Harry smirked into his drink. Teddy was always thinking up fun things to do, be it a game, a prank, or just something creative to occupy their time. "I think a snowball fight would be exciting. We can team up and have a whole battle."

"I'll sit this one out, thanks." Draco hummed, holding his warm mug for Regulus to sip from again.

Sirius perked up. "Then it's us kids against you two?" He grinned, nudging Teddy eagerly. "No magic though. That would be cheating."

Remus laughed softly. "I'm not sure an old man like me will be able to put up much of a fight." He commented. He certainly wouldn't make it easy on the boys though.

After a rather intense snowball fight, two of the four shuffled back into the warmth of the cabin. Draco eyed Teddy and Lupin, noting their faces and ears tinted pink from the cold. Turns out, the set teams quickly shifted after Siri hit Teddy square in the face with a snowball. It then turned to father-and-son pairs, Harry and Siri trying their best to rain snowballs down onto Remus and Teddy, who quickly retaliated.

The boys had a blast but, by the end of it, Remus was wiped out and even Harry was a bit winded too. Harry was keeping an eye on Siri outside, letting the boy make a few snow angels at the little one's insistence.

Draco, still occupying a chilly Reggie, smiled softly to himself when he saw Teddy hanging off of Lupin, though. The two warmed up to each other quickly, it seemed. The blonde had been worried, but he needn't have been so concerned. Of course Remus would adore Teddy- the boy was a marvel.

“Did you have fun out there, Teddy?” Draco prompted softly.

Teddy hopped up onto the couch beside Remus, letting his father take his little hands and rub them to get them warm again. “I had so much fun. You should have seen it. It was brilliant!” He beamed.

Remus laughed. “We showed Harry and Siri, didn't we?”

“We definitely won.” Teddy grinned.

Just then, Sirius burst through the door. “Teddy! Let's make a snowman!” He began excitedly, running over to the teen, bouncing around in his excitement.

Teddy looked eager to return outside at the suggestion. Draco cut in quickly, saying “Don't forget your gloves.”

Teddy scooped the pair of gloves off the couch and hopped up, running out after Siri, the two boys laughing together.

In the quiet of the cabin, Draco wasn't sure what to say. Remus seemed just as awkward, the silence growing tense. Reggie had fallen asleep, cozy in Draco's lap, and the teen soothingly ran his fingers through his future son's hair.

“I'm sorry.” Draco finally spoke up, surprising Remus. “For Sirius. Your Sirius.” He clarified. “I know I wasn't there, but my father and my Aunt were and- and Aunt Bella was the one who… I'm sorry.”

Remus smiled, but it was a rather heartbroken expression. “Thank you.” He answered, not sure how else to respond.

“I'm sorry about the future too. It's a mess, apparently, and you and Nymphadora both… I managed to get a little bit of information out of Teddy. He wouldn't say much but what he did mention didn't sound good.”

Remus shook his head. “That's the future, Draco.” He replied. “Let's not worry about things that have yet to pass. It will only cloud our perception of the present. You'll miss out on too much if you're constantly worried about what might happen.”

Draco gave a small nod but couldn't help but continue to stress. Lupin would die, after all, when Teddy is just a tiny little thing. And then there is the whole issue regarding the Dark Lord…

Remus cut through Draco's anxious thoughts with a soft smile then. “I'm just happy to know my son has two loving fathers and two adoptive brothers who adore him. You have given him the family I wasn't able to and I am eternally grateful.”

Draco felt his face head up at Remus's words. “I- I haven't done anything yet.” He replied.

“You've treated him like a son even though you're still a child yourself. Knowing he'd been displaced in time along with Sirius and Regulus, you took all three in and have been looking after them. That's more than enough to have earned thanks.” Remus pointed out. His expression turned a little worried though. “You look exhausted though. The boys seem so well-behaved, but… have they been running you ragged?”

“It's not the boys stressing me out. Honestly, being with them and Harry has been a welcome reprieve from everything else.” Draco admitted, his eyes turning back down to Reggie. He gently pushed his matching platinum hair back off of his forehead, pressing a soft kiss in its place.

“What else has been going on? You're a sixth year, so N.E.W.T.s shouldn't be a concern yet.” Remus pointed out.

Draco hesitated, unsure if he should explain. “Well…” He hummed. “My father failed the task given to him last year, so I was forced to take on a task as punishment.”

Remus, understandably, tensed. His eyes flicked down to Draco's left forearm.

“I was forced to, Professor. Death was the only other option, and it wouldn't have just been me. My parents would have been killed too. I couldn't let that happen.” Draco explained.

Remus took in the information, took in a slow breath, then nodded. “Does Harry know?” He asked.

Draco gave a small nod. “Yes. He promised to help me. We promised to protect each other. To protect this future we've been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of.” He answered.

Remus seemed pleased. “You know, I always knew you were a kind person, just like your mother. I'd hoped you would realize this and let yourself embrace it.”

Draco laughed at that. “It's all thanks to Harry. I'm not brave enough on my own. He's the reason I'm so determined.” He admitted, then blushed a soft pink. “Honestly, I think I've fallen in lo-”

The door opened then, Harry smiling as he glanced back at Siri and Teddy, who had managed to erect a snowman taller than Teddy thanks to Harry's help. “Come on boys. It's too cold. Time to warm up.” He called out to the two.

Resounding laughter was all he received in reply, causing Harry to sigh. He turned and headed to the couch, taking a seat beside Draco, careful not to jostle Regulus. He gave them both a chilly kiss on the cheek.

“Let me take Reg. You've been in here watching him this entire time. Relax. I can hold him for a bit.” Harry said, unzipping his coat as he spoke, then he reached out to coax Regulus away from Draco.

Draco was still blushing, which Harry noticed, pausing as he carefully hugged Regulus close. “Are you cold? You're turning pink too.”

The blonde shook his head. “No. I'm fine.” He answered.

Remus watched the two fondly. “You two should be very proud of yourselves. You've raised three wonderful children. You've done an amazing job.” He praised.

Harry blushed a little, smiling brighter. “Thank you. I think future Draco and I did a great job too.” He hummed, kissing Reggie on the top of the head. “I'm not surprised though. With how cute Reggie and Siri turned out, of course they'd be sweethearts.”

“Harry.” Draco huffed softly, embarrassed, recalling the fact he'd birthed the two boys himself.

“What? It's true.” Harry grinned. “We made pretty babies.”

“Oh my God, give me Reggie back and go back outside. I can't stand you right now.” Draco groaned.

“Good thing you're sitting down, then.” Harry and Remus replied, equally amused.

Draco balked. “Hey- not you too, Professor. That's not fair.”

Siri and Teddy rushed in then, bringing a cold burst of air with them as they shut the door behind themselves.

“Is Dad picking on you again, Papa?” Siri gasped, running over and hopped onto the couch, cuddling close to Draco, hugging around his waist protectively, glaring playfully up at Harry.

Draco shivered at how cold Siri was, then hugged him back, hoping to warm the boy back up. “Don't worry about it, mon bébé.” He replied.

Teddy curled up beside Remus, who happily put his arm around his shoulders. “You two look frozen through.” He commented, then waved his wand, a warming spell falling gently over the two.

The whole lot of them spent the next few hours like that, all huddled together, enjoying one another's warmth and company, chatting and laughing and simply enjoying the moment as a family. As the sky began to dim, however, and with it gave a sort of tense hesitation.

They would have to say goodbye.

Draco double checked Sirius to make sure he had his gloves and coat, then turned to Reggie, now awake in Harry's arms, and helped soothe the fussy toddler. Harry relaxed once the mini-blonde had quieted down, gazing at Draco fondly. Said teen's cheeks turned a soft pink, but he didn't comment on it, turning to Teddy next.

Only, Teddy was standing frozen at Remus's side, clutching his father's hand, eyes watering.

“Do we have to go?” He asked quietly, just a whisper, voice wavering with emotion.

Remus sighed and knelt down beside Teddy. “Cub, it's okay.” He began to reassure, gently pulling Teddy into a hug. He was tearing up as well. “I love you, Teddy.”

Teddy made a wounded, whimpering sound. “I love you too, Dad.” He echoed, starting to sniffle, tears beginning to flow.

“I'm so proud of you. You're so strong and kind and wonderful. You're Mum and I are so lucky to have a son like you.” Remus continued, trying his damndest not to cry. “We love you so much, Teddy, and we are so happy you have Harry and Draco and Siri and Reg. Look after them for us, okay?”

Teddy nodded, sobbing into his shoulder, and Remus hugged him a little tighter.

When they get back to Hogwarts, Harry and Draco shuffled the boys toward the door and they all stripped out of their coats and scarves and gloves.

“Go sit by the fire, kiddos. Warm up.” Harry hummed, turning to unzip Draco's puffy black coat and help him out of it.

“Thank you.” Draco smiled softly.

“You're welcome.” Harry replied, returning the soft look, gazing warmly into Draco's silvery-grey eyes.

“Ew. You're making heart eyes at each other now.” Pansy said, fake gagging in the kitchen.

“Leave them be, Pans. I think it's about time they figured things out.” Blaise defended, in the living room, helping Sirius wrap Teddy and Reggie in warm throw blankets from the couch.

“I do too. I just think they should save those sappy looks for the bedroom instead.” Pansy huffed.

Harry laughed to himself while Draco turned to shoot her a glare. “This is my house, thank you very much. I'll do as I please.”

“Technically, this is future Draco and Harry's house. And even then, this is just the Room of Requirement, not their actual house.” Pansy pointed out.

Draco rolled his eyes, about to make a snarky comment back, but the feeling of Harry's lips pressing to his cheek had his brain stalling and stuttering, his focus turning back to the Gryffindor.

“Let's go sit with the boys.” Harry hummed softly, having shrugged off his winter coat too, hanging it on a coat hook by Draco's.

“Okay.” Draco answered, not even registering Pansy's gagging sounds.

Blaise patted him on the shoulder as they passed. “Pans and I will get going now that you are back. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Blaise.” Draco replied, offering a grateful smile.

“No problem. We don't mind holding down the fort while you head out. It's relaxing here.” Blaise added, then motioned for Pansy to follow him. “Come on, Pans. Let's let the family have some quality time. It looks like they've had a long day.”

“Alright.” Pansy sighed, packing up the homework she was working on at the kitchen island. “Let's go to the Library.”

Draco hugged the two goodbye. Harry, meanwhile, grabbed another throw blanket and took a seat by the fireplace, waiting for Draco to join him. The blonde didn't take long with his goodbyes, closing the door behind Pansy and Blaise, locking it and shuffling over, tucking himself into Harry's side. Harry wrapped the blanket around the two of them, pressing a kiss to Draco's temple.

“Hey, Papa? Dad?” Teddy's voice spoke up. “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, you can.” Harry answered, Teddy wiggling his way over and between them. The couch was behind them, letting the three lean back comfortably.

It wasn't long before Siri cuddled up beside Draco, Reggie plopping down over Harry's lap. Content, the five sat like that, enjoying the quiet and each other's company as they thawed by the fireplace.

“Harry?” Draco began about an hour later. They'd all shifted a bit, getting comfy. Siri was in his lap, dozing happily as Draco ran his fingers through his dark hair. Reggie was tired out from all the socializing, cuddled up with Harry, and between them was Teddy, emotionally drained and out cold.

“Yeah?” Harry hummed softly, glancing over at Draco.

The blonde looked between their three sons, a rather bittersweet smile on his lips. “Do you really think we'll be able to protect each other from opposite sides of a war?” He asked. “Do you really think we can get through all the horrible things our futures hold and still be together afterwards?”

Harry sighed, looking down at Regulus. “We did it once before. We can do it again.”

“Last time, we weren't… whatever we are right now. We didn't reconcile until after the war.” Draco pointed out. “What if we've changed things?”

“Draco-”

“I'm serious. What if we've messed things up? What if something happens and we end up feeling hurt or betrayed? What if things go absolutely horrid and we hate each other after everything is said and done? Broken hearts don't heal as easily as hearts that weren't broken in the first place? What if-”

“Shut up.” Harry huffed, reaching over to gently grab Draco's chin, turning the blonde's face towards him and planting a kiss on his lips, silencing him.

Draco hummed in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, some of the growing tension in his body evaporating as Harry's lips moved against his own.

“Are you done panicking?” Harry whispered, pulling away just enough to break the kiss.

“Um, yeah. For now.” Draco whispered in return.

Harry let out an amused chuckle, then sighed. “I suppose that's good enough.” He said, moving his hand to gently rub the side of Draco's neck. “Now it's my turn.”

Draco frowned slightly at that, prompting Harry to pepper kisses to his lips and cheeks until he finally eased up, laughing softly.

“Are you listening?” Harry asked, earning a small nod from the blonde, then he continued. “First of all, we won't be on opposite sides for long. I'm going to find a way to get you and your mother somewhere safe. You won't have to fight for him anymore.”

Draco took a breath to argue, but Harry pressed a finger to his lips before he could speak.

“Then I am going to kick that no-nosed bastard's arse. He's not going to come back again either. I'll make sure of it.” Harry continued, the hand he held on Draco's neck slipping down to the blonde's arm, gently taking his wrist.

Draco gasped softly, still not used to letting anyone touch his left arm, but letting Harry do so always sent lovely sparks up his spine.

Harry lifted Draco's arm up and pressed a kiss to his clothed forearm, the Dark Mark hidden beneath his sleeve. “And I'll find a way to get rid of this too. You were forced into all of this- you don't deserve the stigma that comes with it. I'll get rid of it and we won't have to worry about it ever again.”

Draco felt his heart ache in such a bittersweet way. Harry was far too kind about it- and far too optimistic. “But it's permanent. The only way to get rid of it is loss of limb-”

“I'm going to get rid of it. Even if it takes me the rest of our lives to figure out how, I'm going to do it.” Harry insisted, and Draco felt himself flush at the intensity of his emerald gaze. “And we're not going to lose each other to this war. We promised, remember? We watch each other's backs. I won't give up on us, so don't you even think about it. Yes, we've probably changed things already, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Think of it as a head start. We've seen what we can have, we've grown closer already, we're stronger together. We'll make it through the war together and then we can see about making this future a reality. Okay?”

Draco's cheeks were such a lovely shade of pink as he blinked away the tears slowly welling up in his eyes. Harry had so much faith in their ability to survive, in their ability to stay together. Maybe… if Harry believed in them so strongly, perhaps Draco could afford to be a little hopeful too. After all, they already had their sons beside them. The three little boys were proof it was possible.

“Okay.” Draco whispered softly.

Harry kissed him once more, soft and warm and sweet. “Good.” He hummed, smiling happily.

Across the room, the clock chimed softly, reminding them of the late hour. Draco sighed, looking down at Siri, running his fingers through the boy's curly black hair. “We should get them to bed.” He spoke, little more than a whisper. The soft, warm atmosphere was too lovely to risk breaking by speaking too loud.

“I'll get Siri.” Harry said, carefully scooping up Reggie and handing him off to Draco. “I'll come back for Teddy next.”

Draco nodded in agreement, cradling Reggie in his arms and Harry moved to gather Siri up in his own.

“Hmmm?” Teddy hummed, awoken by the movement around him. He yawned, rubbing his eyes. He looked over at Draco first, his hair and eyes changing to match automatically, silvery-grey and platinum blonde. “Hi, Papa.”

“Hello, Love. Sorry for waking you.” Draco replied, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of Teddy's head. “It's time for bed.”

Teddy let out a sigh, then got to his feet, wrapping the throw blanket around his shoulders. He swayed a bit, still half-asleep, and shuffled after Harry. Draco watched with a fond smile, then got to his feet as well, heading down the hall to Reggie's room, tucking in the sleeping toddler, giving him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

Draco, having already brushed his teeth, was changing into his pajamas when Harry stepped into the room, having tucked Teddy and Siri into bed. Draco paused to look over at him, finding Harry's eyes on him, giving him a once over. Pink flooded Draco's cheeks and he pulled on the soft button up. He climbed into bed first, getting comfortable under the warm blankets. His eyes may have glanced toward Harry as he waited, the Gryffindor changing into a too big t-shirt and some sweatpants.

Before, Draco would make a comment on Harry's preferred sleeping attire, but now he could barely look without blushing. He turned on his side to avoid Harry's knowing, emerald gaze, looking at the spot before him, where Harry had made himself at home in the bed.

Harry shuffled into the bathroom to brush his teeth and use the loo. Shuffling back towards the bed once he'd finished, Harry crawled under the blankets, taking off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand before settling down. He turned to face Draco, a small smile on his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry whispered.

Draco was tempted to just turn around and ignore Harry, saving himself from the embarrassment. Instead, he sighed softly. “Us.” He answered. “In the future. Not us as adults but… but after the boys leave.”

“What about us?” Harry asked, scooting a little closer and reaching out, taking Draco's left hand, guiding it to his cheek. Draco automatically brushed his thumb across Harry's cheekbone.

“Just… I don't want this to end. Us. Together. I know it's silly, but I like getting ready for bed and laying down and having you right here, close.”

“I don't think it's silly.” Harry replied softly. “I think it's sweet. I like being able to do this too.”

He reached out then, one hand reaching around Draco's waist, the other slipping under Draco's pillow. “Come here.” Harry hummed.

Draco felt his face grow warm, but he moved in close, tucking his face into the side of Harry's neck. Harry held him close then, arms wrapping around Draco, keeping him warm and safe. Like this, Draco could hear the steady beat of Harry's heart, certain his own racing pulse matched the quick rhythm.

A soft kiss was placed to Draco's temple, causing a sigh to escape the blonde's lips, the anxiety and uncertainty from earlier flowing out with his soft breath, fanning out across Harry's throat and dissipating.

Draco hugged Harry back, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder.

Sleep came easily like that, wrapped in each other's arms, and nightmares knew better than to disturb the two teens, their night blissful and calm.

Draco startled awake to the sound of shouting- and it wasn't the boys playing around and being a bit noisy. No, he recognized Blaise's voice, and Pansy's, and there were others too.

One particular shout pierced the walls, someone calling Harry's name. Harry gasped awake, having heard it. He untangled his limbs from Draco's and sat up. “Did you hear-” He began, but was cut off by Pansy shouting.

“Potter! Get your sleepy arse up and come help us!”

Harry was out of bed in an instant, Draco scrambling after him, the two rushing out of their bedroom and down the hall. Stepping into the living room, the two skidded to a halt, spotting Blaise blocking the door to the Room of Requirement, a red-faced Ron glaring at him. Behind Ron stood a worried and irritated Hermione.

She lit up upon seeing Harry, and went to speak, only to spot Draco behind him. She grew cautious, clearly suspicious.

“Harry, what the bloody hell are you doing in here with these snakes?” Ron asked, clearly angry due to Blaise blocking their entrance to the Room.

“Don't call them that.” Harry replied instantly, both of his friends looking bewildered at his defending the Slytherins.

“I'm so sorry, Draco. They followed us up from breakfast. We didn't know they were even there until they were stepping in the door.” Pansy apologized.

Draco shook his head. “It's not your fault.” He hummed, then nudged Harry gently. “Harry, can you get them to relax at least? Weasley is going to wake the boys up with all his shouting.”

Harry gave Draco's hand a small squeeze, then stepped forward, crossing to the front door. He pat Blaise on the shoulder. “Thanks, Blaise. I'll talk to them. You can relax.”

Blaise was frowning, but stepped to the side. “I don't care if they are your friends, Harry. I'm not letting them in unless we know we can trust them.”

“Trust us? You Slytherins are the shifty ones. What have you done to Harry-”

“Ron, please, stop being so loud. They haven't done anything. Can we just talk this out? You've misunderstood.” Harry began.

Ron balked. “Harry, we haven't seen you in two days! For all we knew, they handed you over to You-Know-Who!”

“They wouldn't. Now stop shouting.” Harry insisted.

Hermione, still uncertain, but knowing Harry must have a reason to be defending Blaise, Pansy, and Draco, gently tugged on Ron's sleeve. “Ron, let's hear him out.”

Draco watched the Gryffindors quietly, then sighed. “Harry, invite them in for tea. We all can sit down and talk like civilized people, rather than shouting for no reason.”

“Oh, shove off, Malfoy, you pompous git.”

“Ron. Insult any of them again and I'm shutting this door in your face.” Harry warned, leaving the redhead stunned. Not only was Harry defending the damn snakes, but he would choose them over his own friends?

Ron frowned, but was notably quiet.

Harry studied him and Hermione for a moment, then stepped to the side. “Have a seat so we can explain. If you start yelling again, I'll kick you out without a second thought.”

“Fine.” Ron replied, certainly not sounding happy, but at least he was being cooperative. For now, at least.

Harry gestured towards the living room, and Ron stepped inside, glaring at Blaise and Pansy who took to standing side by side, blocking the hallway as if trying to guard something. It only served to make Ron more suspicious.

In the kitchen, Draco could be heard getting tea ready for all of them. It was only after the three Gryffindors were seated that he stepped out with a tray. He offered Blaise and Pansy some tea first- Pansy took a teacup and sipped on it quietly, on guard, but Blaise declined, arms crossed over his chest, dark eyes fixed on Ron.

Harry took a cup with a soft “thank you” to Draco, but neither Ron or Hermione moved to take a cup. Draco carefully held his own in his hands, warming them.

“It's not poisoned, if that's what you're worried about.” The blonde huffed.

“Maybe not, but it's surely dosed with something.” Ron grumbled.

“Ron.” Harry said in warning.

A tense silence followed, all six teens waiting for someone to make the first move. To talk or attack or something, anything.

Hermione sat up straight, rigid, clearly uncomfortable surrounded by pureblood Slytherins who had had no qualms with insulting her and her friends since the beginning. Ron, on the other hand, was glaring daggers at Draco, who met his gaze, calm and defiant. Blaise and Pansy still stood guard at the start of the hallway.

Harry was the first to speak, sick of all of this. “Knock it off, Ron. Draco hasn't done anything wrong.”

“No? Harry, look at yourself. Don't you see how strange you're acting?” Ron began. “You're all chummy with the prat. Your hand is on his knee, for Godric's sake!”

Harry's green eyes flicked down, finding his left hand was, in fact, on Draco's knee. The blonde frowned and went to move Harry's hand away, but Harry gripped a little tighter. He refused to budge.

“A lot has changed, Ron. Draco isn't as bad as you think. He's really kind and sweet and-”

Ron scoffed, earning a look from Hermione. She seemed torn between siding with Ron or Harry. “Ron, let Harry explain.” She said softly. “We don't know what's been going on.”

“Really, ‘Mione?” Ron asked. “Don't tell me you don't think it's odd that Harry's protecting Malfoy and his little minions.”

“I- I just think we should hear him out.” Hermione replied.

At that moment, down the hall, the door to Siri's and Teddy's room opened, a sleepy little Lupin shuffling out. He stepped up between Blaise and Pansy, who tensed. Pansy turned, about to tell him to head back to his room for now, when Ron's voice sounded again.

“For all we know, Malfoy used a love potion on Harry and has been keeping him here. You know that slimy git isn't afraid to do something like that. Like father, like son.”

“Shut up, Ron.” Harry growled, done with the redheads nonsense.

Teddy blinked, all sleep fading away. His amber eyes darkened, his sandy brown hair picking up furious crimson tones. He pushed past Blaise, fuming. The Slytherin barely managed to grab him by the arm, keeping him from storming over to Ron.

“Hey!” He spoke up, fists clenched at his sides. “Don't you dare talk about him like that! You don't know anything. You've always been stubborn and close-minded. Dad said you didn't take things well when you found out, but this is ridiculous.”

Harry and Draco looked at Teddy in surprise. Ron and Hermione looked shocked too, not sure who the little third year was.

“And who are you supposed to be?” Ron asked.

“I'm their son, you prick!” Teddy answered, voice raising in defense of his parents. “How dare you accuse Draco of dosing Harry with a love potion. If you would just open your eyes, you'd see they love each other- they always have- but you're too blinded by that idiotic Weasley-Malfoy grudge to care. What a stupid Uncle you are.”

“Teddy.” Draco said sadly, moving to stand. Harry looked distressed too, wanting to comfort their son.

“Hey, kiddo. Come on. It's okay. He's just confused. He doesn't know what he's talking about.” Blaise said. “Let's give them some space. Let your Dads talk to Weasley and Granger.”

Teddy frowned, but he stood down. He still looked furious at the face Draco had been insulted and accused of such a terrible thing.

Draco had been about to settle back in his seat when a soft cry came from down the hall.

Teddy instantly stilled, eyes widening, the red fading from his hair, his eyes lightening to their soft brown. He glanced back toward Regulus's room, seeing a sleepy and concerned Siri shuffling out of their room and into their little brother's.

Draco stood then, setting his tea on the coffee table. Before he could head towards the hall, Ron spoke.

“Sit. Down.” He said. “You're not going anywhere.”

“Shut up, Weasley.” Draco snapped. “Either let Harry explain, or leave. Either way, I'm going to go comfort my son.”

With that, Draco turned and walked away, passing Blaise and Pansy, heading down the hallway to help Siri comfort Reggie.

Harry set his own teacup down on the coffee table then. He took in a slow breath to keep calm, then spoke. “Ron, Draco hasn't tricked me into taking a love potion or anything else. For one, he and I sat down and talked and I realized a few things. Yes, I know he has been a bully since first year- there's still things I need to come to terms with regarding that- but there's far more to our current situation than what you know. Draco and I have talked a lot of things out and I decided to give him a chance. And he's more than proved himself. Things are complicated enough already, so please, stop accusing him of ridiculous things. He's going through more than enough right now and you coming at him like that isn't helping.”

Ron was still confused, but looked thoroughly chastised.

“If you don't like it, don't like me and Draco being this close, then leave. Draco and I are a package deal now. Either learn to accept it, or go. He's my family now, and I won't turn my back on him just because you disapprove.”

Hermione spoke up then, eyes flicking nervously to Blaise and Pansy, who stood by with the fiery little teen- Teddy, apparently. She looked back to Harry, speaking softly. “Harry, a few weeks ago, you were insisting Draco was a Death Eater and that he was up to something. It's a bit difficult for us to see you being so… close. Now just because of recent suspicions, but because of everything else he's done since first year too. He was never particularly kind to any of us, so seeing you change your mind so suddenly is a bit strange.”

Harry nodded. “I get that, but a lot has happened recently. Like I said, he and I talked quite a bit. He apologized to me for a lot of things. And, honestly, we weren't the nicest to him in return. It wasn't all one-sided. We've been a bit rotten towards him and his friends too.”

“Because they deserved it.” Ron cut in. “Have you forgotten about first year, when he insulted us and hot us in trouble again and again? About second year and what his father did to Ginny? How Malfoy was so smug to hear the muggleborns would be attacked? What about third year, and what happened with Buckbeak?” He reminded. “He was a menace in fourth year, and last year he was actively helping hunt us down for Umbridge.”

“I know, Ron. You don't have to remind me. But think about it in reverse. We insulted him back constantly, suspected him of being a murderer, attacked him not only verbally, but magically and physically too. And we weren't the best towards the other Slytherins either.”

“Because Slytherins are all evil little-”

“I was supposed to be in Slytherin, Ron.” Harry cut him off, Ron blinking in shock, not quite understanding.

“What?” He asked.

“I was supposed to be in Slytherin.” Harry repeated. “The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I refused and insisted he put me somewhere else. Anywhere else. That's the only reason I'm in Gryffindor. Anything you have to say about Slytherins applies to me. Not all of them are evil. In fact, most of them don't have a choice. The entire school shuns them, the professors ignore any bullying towards Slytherin students, punishes them if they retaliate, and this cycle is perpetuated, over and over, generation after generation. What else are they supposed to do when everyone forces them into a box like that?”

Ron's lips pressed into a line, the Gryffindor at a loss for words.

“I'm sorry, Harry.” Hermione spoke up. “We… We shouldn't have showed up and made a scene. You gave us a chance to talk and it's turned into a mess.”

Harry sighed, getting to his feet. “Just… Just give us a chance to explain. I'll go check on Draco.”

“Harry.” Ron began, but Harry ignored him, passing Blaise and Pansy. He ruffled Teddy's hair as he passed, offering the younger teen a small smile.

In Reggie's room, Harry found Draco standing by the open window, enjoying the soft breeze that was drawn in. In his arms was Reggie, who had settled down at this point. Draco was swaying gently, humming a soft melody..

Harry made his way forward. Wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, he placed a kiss on the blonde's nape. “I'm sorry about Ron.” He hummed. He noticed the way the tips of Draco's ears turned pink and couldn't help but kiss one of his ears, then his neck.

“Harry.” Draco sighed, but Harry could feel the blonde relax in his hold.

Footsteps sounded, but Harry ignored them in favor of turning Draco around, kissing him gently. He made sure to kiss Reggie atop the head too, the tiny blonde smiling up at Harry sleepily, having been rudely woken up by all the shouting earlier.

“I'm sorry we woke you up, Little Star.” He apologized softly.

In the doorway, Ron stood frozen, watching the three. It was so strange, seeing Harry's hands on Malfoy's waist, a little blonde boy held between then, platinum blonde with Harry's shocking green eyes.

Hermione grabbed Ron by the hand, tugging on it, and guided him back to the living room. Pansy trailed along, Blaise still waiting Ron cautiously, Teddy doing the same, arms crossed.

“Are you ready to listen now?” Pansy asked.

Ron stared down at the cold tea still sitting on the tray, one for him, one for Hermione. “He's really not under some sort of spell?”

Pansy shook her head. “No. He's just in love. So is Draco.”

Ron frowned, but reached out and picked up the tea. “And this really isn't poisoned or anything?”

“Want me to take a sip first to prove it?” Pansy asked, crossing her arms with a huff.

Ron was quiet for a moment, but shook his head. He brought the teacup to his lips and took a sip.

“Good.” Pansy huffed, then looked at Hermione. “There’s tea for you too, Darling. I can always fetch more if you'd like.” She said.

Hermione tried to mask her surprise, giving a nod. “Oh, um, thanks.”

“Relax. You're Harry's friends. Hurting you would hurt Harry, which would hurt Draco.” She pointed out. “We're not going to try anything.”

Hermione managed a small smile. “Right.” She hummed. “Because Harry and Draco… are a couple now.”

“Exactly.” Pansy nodded. “And I'm more than happy to explain how that happened, if you two are willing to listen.

Hermione and Ron shared a quick glance, then nodded.

“Alright then. I should start at the beginning. Blaise and I weren't here for it, but Draco found the Room already waiting for him. And when he entered, he found Regulus, the little blonde boy. He knew he couldn't leave Reggie, so he started to take care of Reggie, and eventually Harry walked in like you two did. He just about melted after he saw Reggie and realized who he was.” She began.

“Who exactly is he?” Ron asked.

“He's their future son. So are Siri and Teddy.” Blaise answered from the hallway. “They were displaced in time due to touching a magical artifact Future Harry is studying for his work as an Unspeakable. They ended up here, and Draco and Harry have been looking after them.”

Hermione looked intrigued. “Harry is an Unspeakable in the future? I thought he wanted to be an Auror.”

“He was, but he switched jobs eventually.” Pansy replied. “Draco ends up becoming a Mind Healer.”

Ron huffed, but sipped his tea again. “Does anyone else know about the kids?” He asked.

“Snape and Pomfrey.”

Hermione nodded. “I'm guessing you two running into the Great Hall a while back and getting Pomfrey was because of the boys?”

“Reggie caught a fever. That's the day Harry found out about him, and also the day Siri and Teddy showed up.” Blaise confirmed.

“No wonder Harry had been so out of it since then. He'd been trying to come to terms with the fact his future kids were here, in the castle.” Hermione hummed, finally taking a sip of her own tea.

“And the fact I end up with Draco.” Harry's voice sounded, and the two Gryffindors looked up to see him and Draco coming down the hallway, little Reggie in Draco's arms. Siri trailed after them, climbing up on the couch with them. Teddy automatically joined them.

“Hi, Uncle Ron. Aunty ‘Mione.” Siri greeted.

Hermione offered a small smile. “Hello.”

Teddy huffed and tucked himself against Draco's side.

“Draco gave birth to Sirius and Regulus, and we adopted Teddy.” Harry explained.

“And then there's Cissy, but Papa hasn't had her yet.” Siri added.

“Lily Narcissa. We call her Cissy though.” Teddy clarified.

“How far in the future are you three from?” Ron asked then.

Teddy took a breath, about to answer-

And then there was a resounding boom downstairs, a wave of magic rippling through the house.

Harry and Draco went still, eyes widening in recognition. The magic felt familiar. Too familiar.

“Was that… was that from the workshop?” Pansy asked.

“That's the only room downstairs.” Draco replied.

“You don't think someone else came through, do you?” Blaise wondered.

The three boys perked up though, also recognizing the wave of magic. Their eyes widening and turning towards the stairs leading down to the workshop.

And then they hear it. A voice from downstairs, muffled by the magically locked door.

“Did it work? Why are we still at home?” Draco's voice asked.

“We certainly went somewhere. The mirror brought us to the same place the boys must have ended up. They couldn't have gone far. If this place looks like home, they must be here somewhere. They know better than to wander.” Harry's voice responded.

“They also know better than to play around in the workshop, yet here we are.” Draco huffed. The workshop door opened then, and footsteps could be heard heading up the stairs. “You need to change the wards on that thing. The point of the wards were to keep anyone from touching the mirror, but the boys got through them, no problem.”

“I know. I'll work on that once we get home. For now. Let's just find…”

Harry paused. Future Harry, that is. He'd reached the top of the stairs, spotting everyone in the living room, and trailed off. Behind him, Future Draco peeked out to see why he'd stopped.

“Boys.” Future Draco said, the relief clear in his voice.

Siri was off the couch in an instant, Teddy following after him. Reggie wiggled until Draco set him down, then followed the other two over.

Adult Harry stepped forward, meeting the boys, kneeling down to catch Reggie in a tight hug, picking him up and holding him close. Siri clung to older Draco, tucking his face against his Papa's side. Teddy hugged Harry once he was standing again, his hand finding Draco's.

All the teens watched with wide eyes, Harry and Draco getting to their feet. They were all staring at the two adults, surprised, but the two were especially shocked. Those were their older selves, after all.

It was… strange, seeing them, seeing how much they changed between sixth year and that future Harry and Draco promised to protect. The future where they had a family, had each other.

Harry, as his younger self suspected, really did grow taller and filled out. He was tall and broad and clearly strong. His hair was a little longer, similar to how it had been in fourth year, but it was managed much better, half of it pulled back into a small bun. He had dark stubble growing in, the beginnings of a beard. He looked great, all things considered. There were a few new scars on his face and arms, but nothing too alarming, likely a result of his time as an auror.

Draco, on the other hand, wasn't as rugged or muscular. He was similar to how he was as a teen- but the clear baby bump certainly drew everyone's gaze. Sure, they knew Draco had given birth to Siri and Reggie, but it was different seeing him actively pregnant. His hair was different too, much longer, falling in soft waves. Half of it was black, too- reminiscent of his mother's dual-toned hair.

Harry couldn't help but blush, eyes taking in the sight of his future husband pregnant with their third child. Beside him, Draco had also turned a soft pink, eyes flicking back and forth between their future counterparts.

“Bloody hell.” Ron spoke into the shocked silence. There was a few seconds more of silence, and then everyone began to speak.

“Draco, you're pregnant pregnant.”

“You grow your hair out again?”

“Damn, Potter got hot.”

“Dray, you're so pretty!”

“Sweet Salazar- I'm married to that?”

“You two are creating your own little army, aren't you?”

Adult Draco smiled sheepishly. “Well, this is unexpected.” He said, then looked to his husband. “Hadrian, you didn't say that accursed mirror could send us to the past.”

Hadrian shrugged, Reggie clinging to him. “It could have brought us anywhere, so the past isn't too much of a surprise. I don't understand how the house is here though.

“The Room.” Harry replied, gaining both of the adults’ attention. “I mean- this is the Room of Requirement.”

“Oh. That makes sense then.” Future Draco hummed, glancing around curiously before his silver gaze returned to teenage Harry and Draco. “It's sixth year, isn't it?”

“It certainly isn't seventh.” Hadrian huffed, earning a nudge to the ribs from his husband.

“Hush now, Darling. Don't say unnecessary things.” Draco huffed softly. “The timeline is already in a precarious state as it is. Don't go changing anything else.”

“Yes, it's sixth year.” Younger Draco confirmed softly, Harry gently taking his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“The boys weren't too much of a handful, were they?” Hadrian asked.

“Nothing more than usual, if I had to guess.” Harry replied.

“We missed you, Papa, Dad.” Siri said, looking up at Draco with his identical silver gaze. The olde r visibly softened and tucked a dark curl behind Siri's ear. “We missed you too pup. We were so worried.”

Hadrian sighed then. “I thought we told you to stay out of the workshop. How'd you even end up in there?”

“We found the door open. We were looking everywhere for Reggie and when we realized he must have gone in the workshop…” Siri explained.

“And you didn't think to come tell me?” Dray asked. “You know better than to go about messing with magical artifacts. I know nothing down there is inherently dangerous, but you could still get hurt if you aren't careful. That's why we have the lock door.”

“How'd Reggie even get inside in the first place?” Hadrian asked, looking at the little blonde in his arms. “Hm? How'd you get in there, Reggie?”

The sweet boy just blinked his big green eyes and replied. “Daddy left it open.”

Hadrian was silent for a moment.

“Hadrian James.” Dray spoke, voice scolding.

“Papa needed help, so Daddy went upstairs. The door was left cracked.” Reggie explained.

Hadrian sighed. “I should have closed it all the way. I didn't even realize…”

Dray shook his head. “Well, at least the mirror didn't switch on us. We found the boys. Now we can go home-”

“Wait!” Draco called out, a bit sheepish. “Can… Can we say goodbye first?”

Hadrian looked to the younger blonde, his green gaze softening. “Sure.” He replied, stepping forward.

Draco's cheeks flooded with pink as Hadrian approached, carrying Reggie over to him. Draco blinked, not sure what to say except “you're so tall.”

Hadrian laughed softly. “Yeah. It's crazy what eating proper meals will do.”

Draco processed that for a moment, then looked over at Harry with concern. Harry looked away, avoiding Draco's gaze.

“You two seem close. I certainly don't remember that from sixth year.” Dray hummed, changing the topic. “I'm guessing you two have been trying to work things out?”

Draco's gaze lingered on Harry for a moment longer before turning to his future self. “Yeah. What with the noise being here, we… we talked a lot of things over and figured out we aren't a bad pair.” He replied, still blushing.

“I wish it could have happened sooner.” Harry commented softly, earning a soft squeeze to the hand from Draco.

“It took us years.” Hadrian admitted. “Seems like you two have a head start.”

“This won't ruin the timeline, will it?” Draco asked.

Hadrian hummed softly, glancing between the two. “It might change some things, but I don't think you have to worry.”

“Is there anything you can tell us- like, tips on what to look out for or do?” Harry asked. “I just… I don't want to lose all of this. This is the happiest I've been in a long time and…”

Dray glanced over at Hadrian, finding his husband contemplating something. “What are you thinking about so seriously over there?” He asked softly.

“Well… we can answer a few of their questions, can't we?” Hadrian replied, meeting his husband's gaze. “They pretty much know everything.”

“Uh, no. They don't.” Dray replied, frowning.

“Come on. It's the least we can do after our kids caused them so much trouble.” Hadrian hummed, tilting his head slightly.

Dray narrowed his eyes at him, but eventually sighed. “Fine.” He said. “You take yourself. I'll take me. Poor Harry looks ready to combust every time he so much as glances at me.”

Hadrian laughed softly. “Alright.” He replied, amused, then glanced around at the others. He gave Ron and Hermione a small nod, noting just how young the two looked. Sixteen was such a tender age, all of them unaware of just how difficult things would become by the end of the year.

“Come on, little me. Let's go talk in private.” He hummed then, patting Harry on the shoulder.

“Wait. Say goodbye first.” Dray spoke up. “I'll send the boys through the mirror. They need to get back home. ‘Mione is waiting for them.”

“Ah. Right.” Hadrian nodded, glancing at Reggie in his arms. “Time to go home, kiddo. Say goodbye to Harry.”

Reggie pouted softly, tearing up. “We can't stay?”

Hadrian shook his head. “No, bébé. Harry and Draco still have some growing up to do. It's not safe here for you either. It's time to go home.”

Reggie looked to Harry, who visibly crumbled. “No. Don't cry. It's okay, Reggie.” He said softly, reaching out to rub gently under the little blonde's eyes.

“But I'll miss you.” Reggie sniffled.

“I'll miss you too, but remember, I'm your Daddy. I'll be right here with you, always.” Harry comforted, gesturing to Hadrian, who smiled softly.

Reggie leaned forward in Hadrian's arms, hugging Harry. “I don't want to go.”

“I know. I know.” Harry hummed, rubbing Reggie's back soothingly.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist then, Siri having come over to say goodbye too. “I'm sorry we showed up and made things hard on you, Dad.”

“Don't say that. I loved every minute I spent with you three.” Harry replied, kissing the top of Siri's dark curls.

Teddy hovered nearby, stepping in close when Harry held an arm out to him.

“You three be good for your parents, okay? No more going in the workshop.”

“Okay.” The three chimed softly.

“Come on then. Say goodbye to your Aunties and Uncles too.” Dray hummed, ushering the three around the room. Even Ron and Hermione got hugs from the boys. Teddy poked Ron in the ribs and told him to be nice to Draco, the redhead laughing softly, promising to try.

Dray and Draco herded the boys down to the workshop then, leaving Harry and Hadrian upstairs.

“Okay. Time to talk. Come on.” Hadrian hummed, leading the way down the hall and to his and Dray's bedroom. Harry followed along quietly, pondering what he wanted to ask.

Once the door was shut behind them, Hadrian turned to face him. “I'm sure you have a hundred questions. I'm afraid I can't answer all of them though.” He began. “But I can answer two or three, depending on what you ask.”

Harry took a breath. “This… this all will really happen? Me and Draco? Teddy? Siri and Reggie and Cissy?”

Hadrian hummed. “If that's the future you decide you want. It's a lot of work to get to where I am now, but it's doable.”

“Meaning there's also a chance it won't happen?”

Hadrian sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Well, if you decide differently than I did, things can change. It could be small things, like picking green paint for the living room rather than navy blue. Or, it could be big things, like adopting Teddy right away rather than when he is three. You have a general idea of how things went for me, but you don't have to follow my exact footsteps. I'm sure things have already changed just from you meeting the boys and seeing the future you and Draco could have.”

“We're happy, right? Me and Draco?”

“Of course. It's not always easy, but we're happy. We have a beautiful family and great friends. We're alive, healthy and happy. That's what matters.” Hadrian replied.

Harry was quiet for a long moment then, considering his next question. “Draco… I want to help him. I… I promised I'd find a way to remove the Dark Mark on his arm. Have you figured it out yet?”

A small smile crossed Hadrian's lips. “I have.” He answered. “I removed it two years ago.”

“You wouldn't happen to be willing to tell me how, would you?” Harry asked, hopeful.

Hadrian considered the request for a moment, then turned, crossing over to the desk. He picked out a notebook from one of the shelves and began to write in it. It took a moment, but he finished the instructions, setting the pen down.

“If you start now, you should be able to have everything ready by the end of term.” Hadrian hummed. “Ask Snape to help you. You can trust him.”

Harry pulled a face. “Snape? Really?”

“Yes, really.” Hadrian replied. “We didn't name Reggie after him for no reason.”

Harry eased up at that. It was a good point. “Okay.” He replied, and held out his hand for the notebook, curious to see what was written.

Hadrian's eyes found Harry's forearm and the long scar along it. It was where Wormtail had sliced his arm at the end of fourth year to take his blood and revive Voldemort. It looked… off.

His eyes narrowed and he hesitated. “Actually… I want to write a few more things. It'll be important.” He said, turning and scribbling down a few more things before handing Harry the notebook. “Don't open it until Dray and I leave, okay?” He said, pressing the edge of the notebook into Harry's palm.

“Okay.” Harry nodded, then remembered another question. “Oh, one more question. Why does Draco call you Hadrian?” He asked.

Hadrian laughed. “Well, it was a bit of a shock, but Harry is actually a nickname. Hadrian is our real name. I only found out after Draco insisted I take an inheritance test at Gringotts- which I suggest you do as well, as soon as possible.”

Harry blinked. “Harry… is a nickname.” He repeated.

“He only calls us that when he's irked. Don't worry. We still go by Harry most of the time.” Hadrian reassured.

Harry hummed, a bit thrown off by the discovery, but he'd honestly experienced even stranger things recently. “Cool, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Just wait until you get that inheritance test done, kiddo.” Hadrian laughed, ruffling Harry's already messy hair. “Come on. Let's go find our Dracos. I'm sure Dray is ready to go lay down. We'd been worried sick and he's probably exhausted.”

Harry gave a nod, holding the notebook close as he followed Hadrian from the room.

Downstairs, Draco and the boys had a tearful farewell before Dray sent them back through the mirror. Once they were gone and the workshop fell silent, Draco wiped at his eyes, taking a calming breath.

“Right, well, I'm glad they are back home now.” He sniffled.

Dray smiled fondly. “It's okay to miss them.” He said, gently rubbing Draco's back.

Draco took in a shaky breath. “They'll be okay, right? We will? All of us?”

Dray gave a nod. “Yes. We're all happy and safe. All the bad stuff is over.”

“So… Harry wins? Against Him?” Draco dared ask.

Dray gave a small nod. “Yes. He's gone for good this time.” He replied, and Draco relaxed. “Here, have a look.” Dray spoke then, and pushed up the left sleeve of his sweater.

Draco tensed out of habit, but his eyes widened upon seeing pale skin, no Dark Mark to be found. “See? It's gone. He is gone. We're safe.”

Draco's silver gaze studied Dray's left forearm for a long moment before he finally calmed back down.

Harry did it. Harry really found a way to get rid of the mark.

Dray gently squeezed Draco's shoulder. “Everything will turn out alright. The war is a mess, but it all works out eventually.” He reassured. “Now, why don't you ask me a few questions? I know you have quite a few.”

Draco glanced up at him, so very curious. He didn't have the courage to ask the big questions though, so he settled for a smaller one. “How are you?” He asked. “How's the baby? The boys said you're having a girl- that she's named after our Mum and Harry's.”

Dray smiled softly, his hand moving to caress his round tummy. “I'm great. And yes, she is. Lily Narcissa. The boys call her Cissy though.”

Draco nodded, eyes following Dray's hand.

“Want to feel?” Dray offered, and Draco blushed, shaking his head.

“No, I- I'm okay. I don't need to.”

“Nonsense.” Dray laughed, taking Draco's hand and guiding it to his belly. He pressed lightly, and a moment later, a little foot pressed back.

Draco's eyes went wide, goosebumps rising up along his arm. “She just-”

“I felt it.” Dray smiled. “Strange, isn't it? I was shocked the first time with Siri. We didn't even know it was possible, but apparently wizards can get pregnant. There's a rather long-winded explanation about compatible magic and the power of love, but I won't bother you with it. It's incredibly rare, but if you have one pregnancy, you're more likely to have a second, and third, and so on. Harry was over the moon when he found out we're having another. We'd been wanting a little girl.”

“When are you due?” Draco asked.

“Three weeks. As much as I enjoy being pregnant, I'm ready to have my body to myself again. I want to hold her already.” Dray hummed fondly. “All the boys are excited too. And Harry, of course.”

Draco hummed in reply, nodding slowly. He was trying to think of another question to ask. Glancing up at Dray, he found one.

“You grew out your hair.” He pointed out. “It looks good with the black. Did you want to look like Mum?”

Dray laughed softly. “I just got tired of all the color spells.”

“Color spells? What do you mean?” Draco asked, curious.

Dray paused, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “Don't you…” He trailed off, then seemed to realize something. “Oh.”

“What?” Draco asked.

“I think we might be-”

Footsteps sounded then, and Hadrian and Harry stepped into the workshop. “Alright. Ready to go, Dove?” Hadrian asked.

Dray looked over at Hadrian. “Oh, yeah.” He replied, trying to regain his wits. “Yeah, I'm ready.”

Hadrian nodded and stepped forward, joining Dray by the mirror while Draco took a few steps back, taking his place beside Harry. He glanced at the notebook, curious, but didn't bring it up yet.

Hadrian pressed a kiss to Dray's temple. “Have a good talk with your past self?”

Dray gave a small nod. “Yeah.” He hummed.

“Good.” Hadrian replied, then looked to their younger selves. “You two behave yourselves, okay? And Harry, remember what I said. Don't lose that notebook and don't show Dumbledore.”

Harry frowned at that, but gave a nod. “Got it. I won't.” He replied.

Hadrian nodded, gave Draco a small smile, then looked back to Dray. “Ready, Starlight?”

Dray smiled softly, taking Hadrian's hand. “Yeah.” He hummed. “Goodbye, Harry. Goodbye, Draco.”

“Bye.” The two echoed softly, Draco taking Harry's hand as well as they watched the two turn toward the mirror.

“Trust in each other. You two can do it, I'm sure.” Hadrian hummed. “All of you should leave the Room once we're gone. Let it reset itself.”

And then he was gone, Dray vanishing along with him. The mirror glinted softly.

Far away, returning to the future, Dray and Hadrian landed carefully on their feet, Hadrian steadying Dray.

The two were silent for a moment, listening to the chatter upstairs. The boys were likely recounting their little adventure to ‘Mione.

“Harry… I realized something just before you came downstairs.” Dray began. “Younger me asked about my hair. He… He didn't know what I meant when I mentioned the color spells.”

Hadrian didn't seem surprised. “Yeah. That makes sense.” He sighed. “I noticed something too. Harry didn't have the Grindelow bite on his arm.” He replied, rolling up his own sleeve to see the scar he'd gained after the Triwizard Tournament.

“Harry… they weren't our past selves. They were a completely different realty.”

Hadrian nodded. “I know.”

Dray's lips pressed into a wobbly line. “What if… What if it's a dark timeline?”

“It won't be.” Hadrian replied, sounding far too certain.

“What do you mean?” Dray asked.

“I gave Harry a little gift.”

“... you did not. Hadrian James-”

“I just gave them their best chance at the future they want, Draco. Would you rather I not have warned them?” Hadrian asked.

Dray sighed. “No…” He replied. “I'm just worried. Do you really think they can manage it?”

Hadrian gave a small nod. “You say the way they looked at each other. They won't let anything get in the way. They're strong kids. They'll make it.”

Dray relaxed slightly. “I hope so.”

Hadrian offered a small smile. “I know so.” He replied, then guided Dray towards the stairs. “Come on then. Let's go check on the boys.”

Dray glanced back at the mirror, noting his reflection in it. He stared for a moment, then turned away. “Alright.” He hummed, letting Hadrian lead the way upstairs.

In the corridors outside the Room of Requirement, six teens stood by quietly.

“I can't believe they are gone.” Blaise hummed.

“I'll miss them.” Pansy sighed, teary-eyed.

Draco and Harry were hugging quietly, watching the door change from the familiar blue door of their future home to a soft burgundy.

“The house is gone too.” Draco pointed out. “It was Regulus's memories that the Room was basing the space on. It didn't change because there was always someone inside to keep it from changing, but now…”

“We'll get the house back someday.” Harry reassured.

The group fell silent again, until Hermione spoke up. “As strange as all of that was, there's still one more question I have.” She began. Seeing everyone's eyes turn to her, she gestured towards Harry. “What's in that notebook you're clinging to?”

Harry let go of Draco in favor of looking down at the notebook. Hadrian had told him not to look at it until he and Dray left.

“I don't know.” He answered, and carefully flipped it open. Dray read the messy handwriting, glad to know Harry's penmanship improved at least slightly over the years. His eyes widened.

“That's-”

“I asked him for it. I promised to help you get rid of it.” Harry explained, then turned the page, knowing Hadrian had written more.

His brows furrowed, as did Draco's. They read the scribbled warnings and looked over the two lists.

“What is it?” Ron asked, concerned.

Harry took a breath. “Have… Have any of you ever heard of a Horcrux?”

The group was silent.

“Because we have to hunt down and destroy six of them before we can stop You-Know-Who.” Harry continued.

Draco looked to Harry with silver eyes. Tears began to fill his gaze. Seven. There were seven Horcruxes, but he and Harry knew they couldn't tell the others that. Not yet.

“I suppose the Library will be a good place to start.” Hermione spoke up, and turned to lead the way.

The others followed, but Harry and Draco hesitated.

“Can we really do this?” Draco whispered.

Harry turned, fixing him with a determined loom. “Of course, we can. We have a future to protect.” He replied, and pressed a kiss to Draco's lips.