He smiles at me, and I see his father.
"Mummy, tell me the story again!"
I already know the answer, but I ask anyway.
"Which one, baby?"
"The one about you and Daddy, and how I got my name!"
"Okay, but hop into bed first." He settles down, and I begin.
"Once upon a time..."
As I tell the story, the images flash through my mind.
The first day we met, 11 years old.
The day he joined the Light.
The day he apologized to Harry, Ron and me for everything he'd done.
Our first date.
Our first kiss under the misletoe at the burrow.
Our wedding day.
The day I found out I was pregnant.
His eyes. My son's eyes. And his smile. The same one I see as I tell my son the story of our love.
The day I was told he was dead, and that he would never see his son.
"And that was how you got your name. Because you looked so much like your daddy, I gave you his name."
"What did Daddy look llike Mummy?"
I smiled as his image fills my memories.
"He looked just like you baby. He had blonde hair though, and you have my curly brown hair. But he had your beautiful gray eyes. And your smile. Everytime I see your smile, I see your daddy."
I see my Draco.