Boop. Hello! If you have been here long enough, you'd know that I sorta abandoned this fic a few months ago. But... IM BACK! I revised this chapter for your entertainment purposes. Enjoy!
He sat in his office, finishing the mounds of paperwork in front of him. He pushed up his for ever sliding glasses. Kingsley had given him more work. Did it ever end? The raven set down his quill and rubbed his hand. It hurt from writing for an hour. He was about to get back to his work when he heard the scream of a child. He sighed, getting up. He walked slowly across his flat, the lights were all out so he couldn't see. He finally reached the door where the screams were loudest. He opened it slowly. He looked onward to the small wood crib that sat in the center of the room. Inside was the wailing child. His arms flapped aimlessly, punching at the air. His copper hair sticking up at all ends, just like his father's. His hazel eyes looked furiously at Harry. He walked closer to the crib, until he was looking over the crying toddler. He picked him up slowly, smiling.
"Hey, you alright?" he asked the child, who only yelled more, kicking and thrashing in Harry's arms.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're hungry," Harry said calmly, walking out the room, his son still squirming in his father's arms. He walked over to the light switch and flipped it. The light stung his eyes. He opened the fridge and got out the small carton of milk. Putting James down in his chair, he grabbed a cup and poured the milk into it. He brought it over to his son, who was watching eagerly. He snatched it up quickly and started gulping it down.
Harry chuckled, sitting down on the couch. He looked up at the mantel. The pictures sat there, moving and talking. His eyes looked over them, first seeing James when he was only an infant. He saw the one of them at the park, and... oh. Harry's heart broke as it had a thousand times before. The woman in the picture held James. He was chewing on her fiery red hair. Her eyes sparkled in the sun. She was laughing. Harry felt a tear run down his face. It had been a year since the accident, and still he missed her. He remembered the owl that had come almost one year ago. On a cold snowy night, Heddie (his new owl) had come with a letter explaining what had happened. Ginny had been out on the field, helping with a search. They had been trying to find a loose Death Eater. They didn't know what had happened, but all the Aurors on the mission had died. A killing curse, no doubt about it. The worst part was, they never caught the rouge. Harry had never felt worse. The whole world had tried to comfort him, sending him cards and gifts. But nothing would help. His thoughts were cut in half by James' cries. Groaning, Harry got up and walked over to the chair. He picked up his son and carried him back to his room. He set him down in the crib and said goodnight. He then walked back to his own room. He couldn't finish the paperwork. He would just tell Kingsley that his son had kept him up (which was true). He changed into pjs and got in bed. Pulling the covers over his body, he thought of Hermione's words. "Harry, I know you're sad. But I think it's time you should see other people. She would want you to be happy, you know." He knew she was right, but it was hard to move on. He closed his eyes, remembering Ginny. She would want me to be happy, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
His head rested on his hand. The chair squeaked under his weight. Once again, he looked over at his son, who was playing with an action figure. His white blond hair fluffy and unkempt as ever. It was down right impossible to tame it. Scorpius looked up at his father, eyes droopy.
"Why aw you sawd Daddy?" the toddler asked curiously. Quite the talker, that one. The older blonde picked his head up.
"What makes you think that?" he asked, smiling.
"You wook sawd," Scorpius informed him.
"And you look tired," his father argued back.
"Well, I'm not tiowd," Scorpius said stubbornly.
"Then I must be miserable," Draco chuckled, standing up. Scorpius tried to get away, but Draco had already swooped down to pick him up.
"No!" Scorpius yelled, pulling away. But Draco didn't even flinch. He carried his son up stairs and to his room. It was odd, living in such a smaller house. Yet it was soothing as well. Draco brought the squirming child to his crib, where he laid him down slowly. Scorpius looked very displeased.
"I'm nowt tiowd," he said, but his eyes were drooping even more.
"Well, it you can stay up for another hour in your crib, you can stay up all night, ok?" Draco reasoned.
"Owkay," Scorpius replied. But in a second he was fast asleep. Draco smiled and whispered good night. He closed the door and ventured back to his office. There sat a large mound of work, waiting for him. He groaned. It was going to be a long night.
Great start, suh gud. I need a new catchphrase, one I can use w/ the HP fandom. Any suggestions? Credits will go to all ideas!