Insomnia Is Hereditary

Harry goes to sooth a distraught Lily during a late night thunderstorm. As independent as a two year old can be, sometimes she just needs her dad.

Harry: *whispered* Lumos

Harry: Shh… There you are, love. Daddy’s here.

There. Babbity Rabbity is right here. You’re okay, darling.

 Shhh…. don’t cry.

Draco: Harry? Love? Is she alright?

Harry: Yeah, we’re okay in here, aren’t we LL?

Draco: Oh, there love. Your Da has got you. No need to fuss. 

*to Harry* I’ll get the mobile. 

Harry: She loves that thing. Probably more than she loves me. 

Draco: Oh stop your fishing, Harry. You know she loves you. 

*To Lily* Lack of sleep is making your Da a bit gone in the head. Now settle in, dear one.

Albus: *from the doorway* Dad?

Harry: I’m here, Albus. Lower your voice, you’ll wake your brothers.

Scorpius: *from down the hall* Papa?

Both: *Deep sigh*

Draco: Why don’t you go set up the living room, and I’ll get the tea for us? The kids just need a little bit of reassurance, and they’ll settle down.

Harry: What about James? He’ll be up soon. Make sure you make him a cuppa.

Draco: Harry, he’s a teenager. He can sleep through anything.

James: *from down the hall* DAD?!

Draco: Oh shut it and get them ready.

Harry: So… anyone up for a game of exploding snap?

Kids: *collective screaming*

Draco: *fondly*…What part of settle did you not understand?