Draco Stood right outside the delivery room's door and twisted his hands together nervously. Anyone that knew him knew what a serious and usually calm man he was. They would looked in puzzlement at the usually well groomed blonde hair that was sticking up in various places from running his hands through it in worry. They would look on is shock as he paced in front of the door with worry in his eyes and his shoulders slouched. People would wonder what could possibly be behind that white seemingly innocent door. Well the answer was his wife. Or more accurately. His wife giving birth to their firstborn child.
He was terrified that something would happen to either Astoria or to the baby. He had been through so much in his life that losing the two most important people to him would kill him. But luckily for his nerves and for the poor tiled floor a loud cry was heard through the door. The cry of a newborn babe was heard. Draco stopped his pacing and stared with pride at the white door. His baby was strong. His baby was alright. He didn't even care if it was a boy or a girl. All he cared about was that his baby was strong and healthy and that his wife was ok.
A moment later a healer opened the door for him with a polite smile on her face as she allowed him to go see his wife and child. He walked to her bedside quickly and stared at awe at his smiling yet exhausted wife holding what seemed to be a small bundle wrapped in a light blue blanket.
"Come meet your son." Astoria offered as she lifted the blanket so Draco could see his baby boy's little face.
"A son?" He asked as he choked on the tears that threatened to spill. He had a son! A boy to teach to fly. A boy to play with and to read to. He couldn't wait!
Astoria smiled as she handed the small infant to his father. Draco took his son into his arms and held him gently yet firmly in his arms. He grinned as the tears began to fall when the baby opened his eyes and peered at this new person. His father. Draco was captivated by the infant. He was so small yet so beautiful. So tiny yet so strong. His son was his final chance at redemption.
He vowed right then as he held his son. His Scorpius in his arms that he would not be the father his father had been. No. He would teach his son that magic was magic and parentage did not matter. He would teach him to love and care for people of all blood statuses. And for all creatures whether magical or not he would teach his son that they are to be protected. His son would change the way the wizarding world thought of the name Malfoy.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy would be his salvation.
(I know its short but let me know what you think. Thanks! I do not own Harry Potter no matter how many memory charms I use. It belongs to JK Rowling.)