Takes place right after the end of the First War with Moldywarts. Warning, mentions Baby!Draco and Baby!Harry. Completely adorable with toddler talk and everything. And more to come in future chapters.

And now, on with the story!

Prologue

"We find the defendants guilty, of consorting with the Dark Arts, supporting a Dark Lord, Muggle cruelty, and using Unforgivable Curses multiple times. Thus, they are sentenced to life sentences in Azkaban." Barty Crouch Senior announced, banged a gavel on his podium to dismiss the case. The Death Eaters left the room, crying out that their lord would return. The only ones not screaming out He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named praises were a few couples, crying over the fact that they would never see their children again. They could only hope that their lord would rise again to break them out. "Now, onto the next order of business."

The court secretary looked at her paper and announced, "The custody of the children of victims of and/or of Death Eaters themselves." She looked over carefully at her boss, and then down to where the children were filing in, one by one. Some were infants, others in Hogwarts already. But all had the same look of sorrow on their faces, except for two. A little blond baby and a small dark-haired one, both about eighteen months that were waddling around falling down constantly with silly looks on their faces. The secretary felt a stroke of pity cross her face before shaking it off. She couldn't afford to get attached.

One by one the children came up and arrangements were made for each child, whether with family or family friends. Lawyers argued the cases of clients with the multiple custody battles, siblings not wanting to be separated from whatever family they had left. And all the while the babies sat in the corner, watching, and an older teen that was watching the younger children with no siblings sitting with them, attempting to keep them occupied. Of course, the two children seemed more focused on the fights going on, both flinching whenever a person's voice grew louder than normal.

Finally, all that were left were the two boys, the rest of the custody battles having been sorted out. She looked down at her paper, and read out the name of one of the boys. "Draco Malfoy." The teen helped the blond up and brought him over to the center of the room, and then returned to the dark-haired boy, who ignored her, paying more attention to his new friend.

The little blond boy sat in the chair that was far too big for him, and she quickly transfigured it into something more appropriate. She received a pointed glare from Crouch, but ignored him. There wasn't much danger a child could be.

She opened her scroll and read in a clear voice, "Draco Malfoy, son of convicted Death Eaters Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, according to forms he was supposed to go with his aunt Bellatrix Lestrange, but seeing as Mrs. Lestrange is also in Azkaban, there is no immediate place for the child to go. Does Mr. Malfoy have any other immediate relatives that can take him in?" The last bit sounded a bit hopeful. Nearly the entire Malfoy and Black families were either dead or in prison. And those that weren't, were rare and far between.

In the audience, a young couple with a girl about seven or eight stood up. The woman spoke up in a slightly timid, yet strong voice. "I'm his aunt, Andromeda Tonks, nee Black. I'll take my nephew in. It's the least I can do for my baby sister, no matter what path she has been led down." When no one raised an objection the blond boy was taken over to his aunt, uncle and cousin and started to leave the room when the dark haired boy from before walked on over to hug Draco. Draco hugged back and smiled, turning away when his aunt pulled away, still looking behind and waving. Many members of the court "awed" at this point, especially the women.

The secretary opened her scroll for the last time that day. "Harry Potter." A murmur swept through the room, and tremor went through her herself. Harry potter, the little boy who had proved to be too much for You-Know-Who, an orphan, had nowhere to go. Why, almost every person in that room would be happy to adopt him, and yet no one had come forth. She then continued to read from the scroll. "According to forms Harry Potter was to go with his godfather, Sirius Black, who is currently in prison. Has anyone any suggestions for Mr. Potter's arrangements?"

As if on cue, a young man in shabby robes stood a sheet of parchment in his hand. "Yes. My name is Remus Lupin, and while I am unable to take care of Mr. Potter myself-"

"Obviously, you filthy half-breed!" A shout came from the court, but Mr. Lupin merely massaged his forehead for a second before continuing, used to the insults and jabs wherever he went.

"Yes, the court does know about my unfortunate lycanthropy, which is why I am not suggesting myself for the position. However, before young Harry's parents went into hiding, they left lists of people to take care of Harry, should something happen to them. First on the list was Sirius Black, but as we all know, that trust was betrayed." He paused, his nostrils flaring slightly, his hands clenching as well. It was obvious what he thought of Sirius now for killing his friends. "Next on the list were the Longbottoms, but we all know what happened to them. Third on the list was myself, despite my protests.

"Fourth was Harry's godmother, Isabelle Granger, his mother's best friend. Seeing as Mrs. Granger renounced the Wizarding World when the Potters went into hiding, it has been difficult to contact her, but this morning I managed. As she was vacationing in America with her family that had no idea of her magic, she was unable to attend today, but sent in the proper forms to take care of her godson. Until that happens, young Harry will be staying with the fifth person on the list, Molly Weasley. Mrs. Weasley has agreed to take in the boy for a few days, and that her husband would pick up the boy when he was done with work, which should be any minute now."

As if on cue as well, another man, dressed just as shabbily as Mr. Lupin, but with vibrant red hair. "Sorry I'm late, had to take care of some biting toilets in Surrey, but no matter now." He bent down to look at the baby boy next to Remus. "Hello Harry, remember me? My wife and I watched you a few times, remember?" Young Harry scrunched up his face for a few seconds before recognition broke out on his face.

"You da people wit lots a kids?" the court broke out in awes over the toddler's baby talk. He had a quiet, sweet and polite voice, big green eyes staring up innocently at the man.

"Yep, I'm Arthur Weasley. My wife's name is Molly. You played with my youngest son, Ronald, and my twin sons Fred and George. You remember them, right?"

Harry nodded energetically. "Won, Fwed, and Geowge. Dem?"

Mr. Weasley smiled back kindly, his heart already growing for this young boy that he would have to take care of for a few days. "Yes, them. You're going to stay with us for a few days, and I think they want to play with you again. Is that OK?" Harry nodded again, his thumb having disappeared into his mouth at one point when Arthur Weasley was talking. Mr. Weasley took young Harry's other hand and started to lead him out the door, taking his luggage from Lupin. He muttered quick thanks for taking care of the boy for the past few days, before leading the boy from the room. While on the threshold, the toddler took his thumb out of his mouth long enough to wave behind him to Lupin.

"Bye-bye, Unca Mooey!" And with that he flashed a quick smile to the court before sticking his thumb back in his mouth, following the red-haired man out the door.