Age 1 – Draco Talks to His Son
"Hello Scorpius." said Draco to the small child sitting in his cradle. "Its Drac- I mean Daddy." Astoria had insisted that Scorpius call Draco "Daddy", but the word felt wrong in Draco's mouth. "I just came up to check on you." Draco paused. "Do you trust me Scorpius?" The child said nothing (even though Draco knew for a fact that he had begun to formulate sentences) and simply scanned Draco with his large grey eyes, as if Draco were an interesting creature that Scorpius wished to observe. "Don't look at me like that." Draco said softly. "I don't even know how to take care of you." Draco sighed and picked Scorpius up, expecting him to cry. He didn't. Draco found this surprising. "Why do you like me now?" Draco asked his son. "I still can't understand it. I haven't done anything right. I don't know anything about children. What am I supposed to do?" Scorpius merely looked at his father, as if he were mildly intrigued by him. "How am I supposed to raise you? So that you're kind and goodhearted? How am I supposed to help you turn out better than me?" This time Scorpius made a little sound, a little baby word that sounded a bit like a 'meow.' Draco stared at him, evidently bewildered that his son had made a sound at all. "You're a strange baby Scorpius. I hope you become a proud, smart, kind and great Slytherin. I think that you'll make me proud. I think you will." Scorpius stared at his father, and without a single sound, began to fall asleep.