"NARCISSA!" Lucius screamed upon opening the front door. He had the shock of his life upon finding a baby on his doorstep.

"Lucius, my- Oh!" Narcissa approached her husband, nearly as shocked as he.

The pair stood and looked down at the small boy on their doorstep. He opened his eyes sleepily, and shut them again, not wanting to be woken.

"I'll take it inside…" Narcissa said.

She lifted the bundle of blankets, and carefully carried the child to the living room, placing him on the couch.

"Ma! Da!" A baby's yells sounded from upstairs.

"I'll go get him…" Lucius said, sighing. He stood, and made his way up the stairs.

Narcissa looked at the stirring baby for a second. The child shifted around in its blankets, and opened its eyes.

Narcissa looked into the startling green for a second, seeing eyes so stunningly familiar. "L-Lily!" she choked. Lucius, coming down the stairs, holding baby Draco in his arms, stopped.

"Cissy-"

"Lily, Lucius! Lily! This is Lily's son!" She cried.

"What?!" Lucius set Draco in his playpen and went over to his wife. "How do you know?"

"His- his eyes… Lily's eyes…"

Lucius looked at the child, and noticed a corner of parchment poking out from under his blankets.

He pulled it out, revealing a letter with the Hogwarts crest embellished on it.

Dear Lucius and Narcissa,

Your nephew, Harry James Potter, is now your responsibility. His parents have been killed by none other than Lord Voldemort himself, and as you two are his only magical relatives he is now in your custody.

You may not like this, and will probably hex me the next time you see me, but I say this in great seriousness. Harry has had a terrible shock, and needs to be loved as he was loved by his parents. You must treat him well.

Harry has also destroyed the Dark Lord. The killing curse, fired by Voldemort, seems to have backfired. You will notice the oddly-shaped scar on Harry's forehead: this is where the curse hit him.

Harry has had a rough start to life, and, again, all he needs is a bit of love.

Sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

The young couple stared at each other. A long silence followed, broken by Draco.

"Ma! Da! I eat! DOB! Foo!" He yelled, summoning the house elf.

"Yes, Master Draco?" The little elf appeared.

"Dobby, prepare another room. We have a- a visitor. The room next to Draco's shall do, and set another place for a baby at the table." Narcissa said.

Dobby nodded and disappeared with a loud crack.

"What will we do, Lucius?" Narcissa sighed.

Harry was becoming restless and so Narcissa unwrapped him from his blankets and set him in the playpen next to Draco.

Harry reached for a small block and Draco growled at him, snatching the block away. Harry stared at him calmly, and reached for a different block, which Draco also snatched.

Harry eventually gave up trying to play and studied his fingers, letting himself fall backwards and wave his little legs in the air.

Draco snarled at his parents, furious that they would let a stranger play with his toys.