Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
He looked exactly like them, the perfect blend of the two. And as Harry stared at him his heart ached. It had been a month since the boy had moved in with him, he was still sullen, even now eating with his head down in his plate. He was miserable, they both were. Sitting in the huge hall just the two of them trying to look like they were eating a decent breakfast but both doing little more then taking sips from goblets and moving their food around their' plates. Suddenly the boy looked up, his eyes red with unshed tears, glossy in a way that made it obvious he was trying hard to hold them back. He was trying to be so brave.
"I want my mum and dad" he said quietly, his little chin quivering.
Harry took a sip of his goblet before answering, trying to get his voice too work with out cracking.
"I know champ, I know" Not able to offer any words of comfort, the man went silent.
Harry watched the curly blonde head look down again, his brown eyes clearing. For a boy of four years he seemed to be handling things as well as could be expected. He had loved his parents so much, Harry didn't think he could ever replace them, especially with the ache in his own heart never clearing. Both boys finished their' meals and in matching black attire drove to the predetermined spot.
The little boy had in his hand flowers of varying colors, while the man contented himself with just keeping a hand on the boys shoulders as they walked to the spot. After making there way to the large stone, the little boy set down the flowers and kneeled.
"I luv you mum and papa. Uncle Harry says you watch me sleep but I can't see you, where are you?... Papa you promised I'd learn to ride a broom, you lied though, you promised you'd never lie. Mum you said you would always be there to tuck me in at night, but you're not anymore…… I miss you." he ended simply, tears falling down his face.
Harry picked him up and let the boy lay his troubled head on his shoulder, standing there facing the headstone of the two people he loved most. Yes, Voldemort was gone but the last act of death eater revenge came at a price. The attack had been so unexpected, and that was what had made it a success. The only thing he was thankful for was that the boy had not seen it happen. They loved this little boy more then he would ever know, and silently Harry vowed that he would do right by them. It would be nothing like the Dursley's, in time there would be laughter in their' home, and love as well. Harry had loved her child since the day he was born, his god son was everything to him, and always would be.
"I swear it Mione, he'll know and love you and Draco. I'll never let him forget, watch out for him if you can" he whispered silently.
Not expecting any answer Harry walked away with the boy, still in his arms, watching as the head stone became smaller and smaller on their walk back to the car.
The stone had simply read:
Hermione and Draco Malfoy
Beloved Parents of their' only child, Andrew,
Beloved friends of Many, Beloved fallen heroes are All
May they Rest In Peace