It was a Friday like any other, except that it wasn't. For it was the Friday that Draco Malfoy received an owl. One might wonder why this was a special occurrence. Surely someone with the stature and position of a Malfoy was used to receiving owls. And he was-except not this particular kind.

Draco Malfoy's secretary was used to sorting through a massive pile of letters and packages left by owls every morning. Most of them were from France, where Malfoy Inc. was located. His personal mail, if any, always went to his home, which was in a rather affluent arrondissement of Paris.

This Friday, however, he received a letter all the way from a town in Devon called Ottery St. Catchpole. Therefore, Mr. Malfoy's secretary felt it prudent to inform him of this unusual occurrence, lest she incur his wrath at a later time.

"Mr. Malfoy, you've received an owl from England." Draco looked at his secretary as if she was crazy.

"Then deal with it. It's what you're paid to do, isn't it?" he sneered.

He carried on walking towards his office when she spoke again. "I think...I think it's from...your in-laws, sir," she says hesitantly.

He paused at the door. Interesting, he thought. He took the simple scroll from her. It was no more than a foot long and tied with a red ribbon.

He shuts the door behind him and casts a few privacy spells so as not to be disturbed before gingerly opening the letter.

It had been five years since he had heard from the Weasleys. The last time they had exchanged any form of communication was to inform them of the death of his wife years ago. He never got a reply. They hadn't even shown up for the funeral.

He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised since they had stopped speaking seven years previously, when they had eloped. He had known her family would be furious, but they only realized that there was no hope of a reconciliation when they had declined to meet their grandson. For this reason, Draco was slightly apprehensive as to what the letter would contain. He knew the Weasleys valued family above everything else and he admitted it was somewhat of a shock when they did not make any attempts to acknowledge their grandson. He cast a few spells, checking for any hexes, just in case. When it was clear that it was harmless, he finally opened it.

To his surprise it only contained a few lines and a shrunken picture of some sort. He enlarged the picture only for it to cast a hologram. He decided to read the letter before activating the hologram. Hologram messages were usually used as invites. It was a new technology, all the rage among the wizarding elite.

Malfoy,

I am as surprised to be writing this letter as you must be reading it. The war has taken away many things from me. I was unable to get many of them back. Thinking about it made me realize that I was also losing things that I didn't have to.

I propose that we let bygones be bygones. Attached is my wedding invite. I hope you will be there along with your son. It won't be easy, but we are willing to try. I hope you will too, at least for the sake of your son, if not your own.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Draco then played the hologram which contained the smiling (creepily according to Draco) faces of Harry Potter and a dreamy blonde who he recognized as Luna Lovegood cordially inviting him to their wedding at the Burrow.

Draco was stumped. He knew what Potter was implying when he mentioned Scorpius. The only family Scorpius had now was Narcissa and him. Lucius had died of a mysterious illness after the war. Narcissa was surprisingly strong but there was a part of her that would remain broken forever. For all his evil ways, Lucius was an attentive husband.

And so it was just his mother and himself until he met the love of his life. Surprisingly, it was her that got Narcissa to start living again. She started taking her out, whereas his mother was confined to the Manor before. When the Weasleys refused to accept them, they had eloped to France and began a new life there and were joined by Narcissa shortly after. Occasionally his aunt Andromeda and Teddy would drop in. Harry was offering Scorpius a larger family. A family that he should have had much earlier but hadn't, because of Draco.

The possibility of returning also brought up memories of the past and his late wife. Draco sighed and decided to put off the decision until he got home and was able to discuss it with his mother. He removed the spells from the door just in time for his secretary to announce the first meeting of the day.

"Mother?" Draco called out.

"Outside, Draco!" He heard her response from the garden.

He dropped his briefcase and jacket on the couch in the living room before walking out the doors that connected the garden to the house. His mother was having tea with her sister, Andromeda, while Scorpius played nearby. He decided to start with Scorpius.

"Dad!" Screamed Scorpius as he ran towards his father. He lifted his son off his feet before kissing his hair.

"Hey Scorp! How was your day?"

"It was great! Miss Adeline made us color dragons. Mine was green because it's my favorite color. Do you want to see it, dad?" His son asked, his gaze so like his mother's - brown so warm(cheesy as it sounded but truly) it had melted Draco's frozen heart.

"Maybe later. Why don't you play some more?"

"Okay," said Scorpius with a huge grin, and ran away. He certainly didn't get the cheerfulness from his father. Shaking his head, Draco walked over to the table in the middle of the lawn.

He greeted his aunt and mother with a kiss on the cheek before accepting his mother's offer of tea. His mother waited until he took a sip before asking, "So, I presume you got an invite too?" With a delicately arched eyebrow.

"Yes," he nods, surprised that his mother was invited as well. She was as much a stranger to that family as him, if not more. He appreciated Harry's thoughtfulness in sending his mother an invite too. It meant he was accepting the family that Scorpius had now.

"Are you planning to go, Draco?" His aunt asked him casually.

"I don't know. Maybe," He took the letter out from his pocket and passed it onto her. "Of course my main concern is Scorpius. Even though Potter makes it seem like they are ready to accept him, what if they reject him once they see him?"

His aunt understood what he meant. Scorpius looked exactly like a younger Draco except for his eyes. He had his mother's eyes. "I think that's a risk you have to take, Draco. I visit Harry to drop off Teddy every week and he always asks about the both of you. Hermione, too. Most of the Weasleys do too although in a far less obvious manner. They obviously regret how they dealt with things and are looking for a new start. If they do accept him, Scorpius will have a much larger family that cares for him."

Draco silently agreed as he turned to watch his son play. Although he hadn't said anything, he knew his decision was made. They would return to England for the wedding. For Scorpius. It was what she would have wanted.