Deageing
Things had gone well since the final battle. It had been discovered that the Malfoys were spies for those in the ministry who didn't like Dumbledore; turned out they were all acting. When Lucius went to find Severus Snape he found the man barely alive, but alive none the less. Poppy attended him as best she could when he was brought in, having just finished tending Harry at the time the doors flew open.
Days had passed with them both healing, then weeks. Poppy wasn't sure what to do, as was anyone else. Both of her boys had gone through so much hell it wasn't funny. She was in her office, contemplating how to let them know of the media frenzy when a young head of bright blonde hair slipped in to the private room holding the sleeping saviors; the public giving both men the title after Harry's speech to Voldemort.
Draco smiled at them, moving between their beds. he took two vials out of his pocket, one with more liquid than the other. He popped the corks out and carefully spelled the doses into the right males stomach. A soft smile from his lips met Harry and Severus's eyes as they woke in sudden pain, or was it discomfort.
Their bodies were slowly beginning to change, but as things began to get dark they heard Draco speak. "Live your lives anew. Be free now." The blonde young man stood there, watching as now both Severus and Harry fell back asleep. A soft smile transferred to Poppy's face as she saw what he had done to her patients. "They can live now. Don't you think they'd make wonderful twins?" He turned from the now three year old boys in the beds to the mediwitch. "Who will we get to raise them? Is Sev's mum still alive?" His voice was soft, not wanting to wake the toddlers up from their healing sleep. He got a soft shrug from Poppy before she ushered him out of the private room so they could inform people of the new predicament of Harry Potter and Severus Snape.