I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?
Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious
and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look
and not touch.
The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she
died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a
shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–
now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily
walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with
their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry
She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up
the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over
Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at
his sleeping son.
Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy
on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said.
“How are we going to do this?”
“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you
cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go
ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He
stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and
pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do
next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake
up it’ll be a new day.”
“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”
let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it
doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”
“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.
had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily
had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in
Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle
police station to identify the bodies.
The cupboard under the
stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine
Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley
slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded
messages through the wall their rooms shared.
In the backyard,
beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to
fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the
whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for
lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.
When the boys turned
ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s
birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on
Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but
Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased
the Snitch at his back.
Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a
jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had
killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car
seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.
Lily did not
believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child
herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked
about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled
pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for
Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural
to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been
waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their
wedding day, and they waved back every time.
“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”
“And my dad?”
“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”
didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he
worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”
brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went
off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the
boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill
They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers
and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged
around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding
and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to
each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the
top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator
music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor
buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.
There were boxes and
cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of
numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who
was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can
look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”
“Work is hard work,” said James.
“At least mum gets to curse things.”
my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was
bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he
liked knowing things, too.”
When the boys asked about the scar on
Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how
sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or
with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”
“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.
“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.
“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.
“I’m trying,” said James.
“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.
“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.
“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.
was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,”
said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting
against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you,
Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”
“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.
“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.
“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.
“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.
were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our
friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house.
He. Well. I.”
“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s
knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead.
“You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes
people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar
Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister,
the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and
buried James’s brother.
Sirius had been burned off the Black
family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin
Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter
family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath,
shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch
and stayed for a month.
It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.
“He’s a Muggle.”
“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”
had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take
the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that
would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on
him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling
supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and
dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.
windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the
maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations
and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous
weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the
small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the
atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back
out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird
wishes to make on them.
Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son–
she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to
her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just
Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney
had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had
hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily
got everything. And now Lily had her son.
Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!
left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You
left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode
off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the
Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over
the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both
grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.
I’m sorry but you cannot tell me that James Potter was not the biggest bloody dumpster truck of Wolfstar trash out there.
He’d be there at the dormitory window watching as the pair walked around the black lake, binoculars that he’d gotten from Lily glued to his face, “come on … just a bit closer.” “GOD DAMN IT PADFOOT JUST KISS HIM! KISSSS HIMMM!”
James: What can I say? I dig redheads.
Lily: *scrunches up face; turns blonde*
Which of course sparks a war of James complimenting Lily’s hair and her changing it in increasingly creative ways. One day, Marlene comes up and casually asks, “Just curious- what’s your least favorite color?” James immediately understands what’s going on and answers “blue”, which is, in fact, his favorite color. Lily is furious.
the Riverdale Cast replicating iconic memes is something we didn’t know we needed until now. xD gifs for future usage. of course it starts with Cole’s disgust for memes and ended with the Queen of Memes Lili Reinhart haha… her face is a gold mine for memes, seriously. [video]
Requested.@thinkingoverloves Who: KJ Apa Quote:
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
[Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes as she walked past KJ and Cole repeatedly singing her name. Jumping over the back of the couch of the school lounge room set, she nestled next to Lili and Camila.
Lili looked over her shoulder, smirking as KJ pouted that [Y/N] ignored him. Turning back around, she bumped into her shoulder. “Girl, he’s hooked.”
Scoffing, [Y/N] shook her head. “I think you’re delirious.”
Camila spoke up, snorting. “No, you’re delirious if you can’t see it.”
“KJ doesn’t like me,” [Y/N] said sternly, cocking a brow at the two girls she would consider her best friends. It had been a complete and total whirlwind since she joined the Riverdale cast and she appreciated everyone who welcomed her into warm arms. “He’s just being KJ.”
Camila leaned back onto the couch, smirking. “I mean normally yes we’d agree but come on, [Y/N]. KJ has been up your butt since day one. Borderline obsessed, borderline a mess.”
Lili agreed, “KJ’s friendly but not that friendly.” Scrolling through his Instagram she pulled up a picture that he had posted a few days ago of himself and [Y/N] at a cute little cafe the group of them had gone to for lunch. “I’m quoting this word for word since you’re a grandma and haven’t made an Instagram yet.” She rolled her eyes but it was clear by her laugh that it was not meant to be taken any other way but playfully. Clearing her throat, she started to read, “’Friends are great to have, especially ones that are this pretty’” Looking at [Y/N], she quirked a brow with that famous Lili smirk across her lips, “And I should mention the amount of heart shaped eyes emoji’s he put after that is a little excessive but I’m not judging.”
[Y/N] squinted her eyes, gently taking Lili’s phone from her hands, she needed to see it for herself. Chewing on her lip, she looked up at Lili and Camila’s smug faces. “KJ thinks all of us are pretty, you know that.”
Camila groaned while she too rolled her eyes. “Okay, give me a second.” Quickly searching through KJ’s twitter, she pulled up a boomerang video of KJ videoing [Y/N] up close with the flash on while she rolled her eyes and smiled. “I do believe this caption states, ‘Those eyes and smile though’ and look, another excessive amount of heart shaped eye emoji.”
Standing up, [Y/N] gave them a slightly stern look. “I promise you, he doesn’t like me.”
“And we promise you, he does.” Camila countered. “Big time, too. We’ve been with KJ long enough to know that he’s got the love bug bad.”
“Real bad.” Lili chimed in, smirking.
Camila crossed her legs, blinking a million times. “You also can’t argue with the fans either. They ship you two a lot. I’ve seen some really cute tribute videos.”
Lili nodded, looking over at Camila she pointed randomly. “Oh yeah! I really like the one where they used that super cute James Arthur song-”
“-you two are mental.” [Y/N] shook her head and walked away. Walking over towards the table where they had coffee and snacks set up for everyone. She poured herself a coffee and about had a heart attack when she heard KJ say her name from behind her. “Jesus!”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to scare you!” KJ placed a warm hand on her shoulder, his face completely apologetic.
Chuckling, she took a deep breath and shrugged. “It’s okay, but damn, you need some bells or something.”
Taking his hand off of her shoulder, he ran it through his hair. “Yeah, ha, I’ll get on that.” KJ bit his lip, “So, uh, want to go grab lunch or something?”
“Sure,” empty a few sugar packets into her cup, she looked at him sideways, “are they coming too?”
“Oh, uh, well, uh.” KJ stumbled over his words, something he usually never did.
Raising a brow, [Y/N] looked at him with a confused look. “You okay, KJ? You’re acting a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually….” KJ closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had rehearsed this ten times better in his head. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and went for it. “Okay, listen. So, uh, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned and I’ve been trying really hard to ignore these feelings but you make it so damn hard. I love our friendship and it’s something that I will cherish forever but I have to know if you feel the same or at least somewhat because I can work with the somewhat and if you don’t, I just hope I didn’t ruin us being friends-”
“-KJ,” [Y/N] interrupted, shaking her head while smiling. “Slow down.” Using her free hand, she grabbed his arm gently. “I like you too.”
“What? Really? You do? That’s great, I mean.” He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant.
[Y/N] was about to respond but she could see Lili and Camila behind him giving her their smug smirks and quirked brows. Narrowing her eyes at them, she had to fight back a laugh when they both turned on their heel and scurried in the other direction.
KJ noticing that she was looking at something behind, turned slightly just in time to see his friends running off. “What was that about?”
Returning her attention, she shook her head. “Nothing, um, did you say something about lunch?”
Smiling, he nodded. “Yeah, do you want to get some?”
“You spoke the magic words.” [Y/N] mimicked his smile and motioned for him to lead the way. “After you.”
Hey, could you do a Cole Sprouse imagine, where him and the reader are together at Coachella with the rest of the cast. And they all ship them and it is just really cute and fluffy. This would be awesome. Thank you in advance 😊
A/N: Hi guys! I’m sorry it took so so so so long for me to post my stuff, but I am a busy girl (what am I saying? I spend most of my time on Sims and playing video games) and school is almost starting back up again (it’s saturday and i’m talking 11pm right now and i go back on monday help) but I will try to do this for you 💕 Btw, this is short bcos I have never been to Coachella so I couldn’t really describe the experience omg.
You were beyond excited as you walked through the front
gates of the biggest music festival you’ve ever attended. You had Cole holding
onto your hand tightly, making sure you wouldn’t get lost within the crowds.
Camila and Lili were both chatting to you about the fashion, and their outfits.
You wore something simple, just like Camila and Lili. A ‘Boho Chic’ styled
outfit, paired with white Converse and your hair was in loose curls and you had
a huge smile on your face.
Looking up at Cole, seeing his brown hair fall perfectly
over his face. His white shirt and blue jeans were simple and you loved it. A
“What are you staring at me with heart eyes for?” Cole
whispered in your ear, a chuckle following his question as he wrapped his arm
around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his body as you walked to the
H&M tent with him and the rest of the cast.
“Because you’re a beautiful specimen and I think you’ve
casted a spell on me to make me look at you all the time.” You grinned, shaking
your head a little as you looked around, seeing an abundance of celebrities
floating around. There was music playing from the live performances and you
were honestly so amazed by the relaxed atmosphere. Cole laughed at your
comment, pressing a kiss to your temple. You could hear Camila exclaiming how
cute you two were as a couple and Lili quietly agreeing with her. KJ, Casey and
Ross were all wolf whistling in the background, making you blush and bite your
You were currently dancing with Camila and Lili to the music
at the stage where you were with everyone you had come with. It had eventually
gotten a bit sexual, where it ended up with you grinding up against Camila, her
hands on your body. You were laughing, since you were a bit tipsy and high off
the adrenaline, along with Camila, and Cole was standing over with KJ, Casey
and Ross. Cole was muttering under his breath. He heard KJ laugh at him. “Jealous
are you, mate?”
Cole raised an eyebrow at KJ, chuckling a little bit and
shaking his head. “I’m just gonna let her have fun. She’s had a tough few
months, so I’m just letting her let loose.” Cole shrugged, running his fingers
through his hair and walking up behind you, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“I’m gonna go and get some drinks for the clan. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
You turned around, apologizing to the girls before looking
up at him. “I’m gonna come with you, okay?” You took his hand, your bag at your
side. You made your way through the crowds, headed towards the little stall
where drinks were being sold. You asked for 7 bottles of water, pulling your
purse from your bag, but Cole had already handed them the money, telling them
to keep the change before taking 4 out of the 7 bottles of water. “I could’ve
paid for them, Cole.” You laughed, holding the three bottles, walking besides
“You don’t need to worry about it right now, my beautiful. I
just want you to have fun with us all.” He spoke as the both of you arrived
back to your group, who were now all finished with their dancing, and had sat
on the grass, just a little bit away from the crowds.
“You two are honestly the cutest. Like, cuter than Michael
Jackson and Tatiana Thumbtzen from his music video or whatever.” Camila
commented, thanking you as you handed her and Lili a bottle of water, handing
the other water bottle you had to KJ, who was also seated next to Camila.
“I think we aspire to be David and Victoria Beckham,
actually.” Cole smirked, his hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer
to him. You blushed, looking at Camila and rolling your eyes.
“Well if you pop out babies like the Beckham’s do, I will be
astonished and honestly cry.” Lili laughed, making you face-palm, unscrewing
the bottle lid and taking a drink.
It was getting towards dark and you were currently wrapped
up in a blanket, sitting next to Cole, who was wrapped up in the same blanket,
sipping a cup of coffee, from the Thermos that Lili had filled up. “Have you
enjoyed today?” Cole asked quietly, his lips brushing against your ear, taking
a deep breath.
“I did, actually. Thank you so much for bringing me along,
Cole. You didn’t have to.” You smiled, turning to look at him and pressing a
kiss to his cheek. You stood up, dropping the blanket and starting to pack your
stuff into the back pack you had bought along.
“What are you doing?” Cole asked, watching you put both of
your stuff away. You motioned for him to give you the blanket as you spoke.
“Packing. As you can see. I want to spend some time with my
amazing boyfriend in a cold hotel room.” You smiled, watching him nod and start
to pack up to.
Boy were you happy to have a guy like him in your life.
A keen eyed Sprousehart sleuth had noticed that it is interesting that Lili is lurking on Reddit (we know who likes to lurk on Reddit) but what is more interesting is that Lili is not facing the laptop directly but is on the side. From the angle it looks like the person is on a bed and has the laptop propped up on their thighs.
Another thing I noticed was that under the ‘Dancing with Jesus’ post, there’s a post on (Hayao)Miyazaki , the famous anime creator , who happens to be Cole’s favourite.
What we can add up from the evidence is that Cole and Lili are spending the night at Debby’s ; by now it is common knowledge that this is where Cole lives while on break. Debby is out.
Cole and Lili are cuddled up in bed with Debby’s cat and are looking at shitposts on reddit.
Draco took a deep, shaky breath, hoping that Harry wouldn’t notice how nervous he was. He had been struggling with crowds since the war, and the combination of meeting the Weasley’s and the huge amount of people at King’s Cross station made him anxious as hell.
Hundreds of people walked, ran, waited or strolled around the main hall. In the distance he could already see the little coffee shop where the entire Weasley family sat, waiting to go to platform 9¾. The entire corner seemed to have a red glow due to all the ginger haired people gathered in it.
“Dad! I need to go to the bathroom!” Whined Lily.
“Just follow the signs sweetheart, it’s over there I believe.” And Harry pointed at the far end of the hall.
“But what if I get lost? Mom always walks with me…” Lily pouted.
Draco rolled with his eyes and suppressed a smile. The girl was a Slytherin for one hundred percent. Ginny never accompanied her to the lavatory since she wanted Lily to be more independent, and rightly so since she was eleven years old already.
Harry however, always melted for his daughter’s sad pout and cute face and Lily made good use of that.
“Sorry honey, duty calls.” Harry pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Merlin, he would never get used to that feeling. Draco was a complete sucker for Harry’s quick, domestic yet loving kisses. Before he knew it he’d agreed to walk James, Albus and Scorpius to the Weasley’s all by himself while Harry left with Lily.
His eyes drifted to the coffee stand again. There had to be at least twenty five Weasley’s present, even Charlie who didn’t even have kids was there.
“Well then, let’s greet the family.” The family that will be seeing me today for the first time since they heard Harry and I are dating. Draco shuddered at the thought.
Scorpius grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “You’ll be alright dad.”
Sometimes Draco hated that he couldn’t hide behind his mask anymore. It turned out fatherly love, or any kind of love really, destroyed your ability to wear it.
He squeezed his son’s hand back. “Of course Scor. Nothing to worry about.” And he began to make his way through the crowd with three children in tow.
As soon as he came within twenty yards of the coffee stand he knew he couldn’t do it. Ron, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill were huddled together on the side, and judging by the looks they shot at him he was in for a serious talk. A serious “mess with Harry and we’ll murder you” talk.
Draco thanked the heavens when Albus asked “Why is there a piano in the middle of the station?” He pointed at the grand piano standing next to the coffee stand.
“It’s there so people can play it.” Answered an elderly lady who’d overheard his question. “Do you play?”
“No…” Albus shot a sad look at the piano. It was currently being abused by a four year old who seemed to be banging the keys without any real purpose.
“Dad plays!” Said Scorpius enthusiastic. “He’s really good as well. Do you want him to play for you?” Albus’ face lit up, and he cast a hopeful glance at Draco.
“Of course.” Said Draco for the second time that day, though this time he actually meant it. Anything better than joining the twenty five Weasley’s at the stand, five of whom looked ready to flay him alive.
Albus beamed at him, and took off towards the piano with James and Scorpius. By the time Draco reached it they had cleared the stage for him. The father of the four year old seemed happy enough to pull his kid away from the instrument.
“Can you play something fast?” Asked James. “I don’t like those slow depressing bits.” And he pulled a disgusted face.
“No problem. Fast is my favorite.” Even more so now that the Weasley firing squad was approaching the piano. If he played something soft they might try and talk to him despite the music.
Draco sat down, cracked his fingers for an extra dramatic effect, and began to play.
He started fast, loud and with closed eyes. His fingers danced over the keys and soon enough he had to bite his bottom lip to suppress a smile.
Oh, if his father could see him now…
He remembered vividly how angry Lucius had been when he found out his son, his only son, was playing a muggle instrument.
How happy he had been when he found an old, dusty piano in and abandoned classroom at Hogwarts. The hours he’d spent trying to find tuning spells in the library….
And then, of course, the time his aunt Bellatrix had caught him playing, resulting in a punishment that had nearly turned him into Frank or Alice Longbottom. How even after that he hadn’t quit because how could he give up the only thing that enabled him to make something instead of break it?
He opened his eyes to see a small but growing crowd standing around him, a crowd that was there because of something he voluntarily chose to do. A crowd of people who didn’t know him or his past, but just enjoyed the notes flowing from his blood stained hands.
But the blood had dried up a long time ago, and for the first time Draco fully realised that. He was aware that to these people he was not an ex-death eater or even a Slytherin, but just him. A guy with some talent for playing the piano, who tried to brighten other people’s day a bit by producing a colourful tune.
He quite liked being ‘just him’.
Someone standing behind him brushed a lock of hair from his face. A hand squeezed his shoulder. “I had no idea you could play like this.” Whispered Harry in his ear.
The line almost caused Draco to slip. He was a sucker for Harry’s whispered words as well.
The Weasley’s who had gathered around the piano as well looked baffled when Draco bent his head backwards to kiss his boyfriend. “I still have some secrets left in my closet, after all there’s a lot of room there since my sexuality came out.”
Harry laughed. Merlin he had the greatest laugh.
The man wrapped his arms around Draco as the last tunes from the piano died away. “That was nearly as beautiful as you are. And I’m sorry for abandoning you, I forgot the entire family was coming.”
“Well.” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear as the crowd burst out in applause. “I think I’ve managed to survive these five minutes without the saviour at my side.”
And after a brief pause he added; “Of course, you still have to make it up to me later, but we have until Christmas for that.”
Harry turned bright red, but still pulled Draco a little closer as they walked towards the others. Draco couldn’t suppress the smile on his face this time. Even the judgemental glances of the Weasley’s couldn’t make him do that.
“Other dad, can you teach me how to play the piano?” Albus nearly bounced out of enthusiasm. Draco nearly did too, this was the first time Harry’s youngest son, the one who had struggled the most with the divorce, had called him dad.
“Of course, other son.” Draco shot a hesitant look at Harry, he didn’t know if his comment was out of line or not. But it wasn’t.
“Congratulations, other dad.” Harry kissed him. “Looks like you’re stuck with us now.”
Somehow Draco found that he didn’t mind being stuck with Harry and his kids.
Not one bit.
Slowly the train started pulling out of the station, taking Lily, Albus, James and Scorpius with it. Draco missed them already.
“Even after everything we’ve been through, it’s still worth it don’t you think? Life?” Harry was blinking against his tears. The departure of even his youngest kid weighed heavy on him, but at least he wouldn’t be returning to an empty house.
“Yeah.” Sighed Draco. “They make it worth it.” And he nodded at the train. James was still hanging from the window, waving at them. “They and you.”
Ron, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill watched as Harry kissed Draco again. Draco pulled Harry close, and together they watched the train
out of sight.