Author's Note: This story will shift POV every three chapters.

Chapter Four: Little Surprises

Part One: August 15, 2028

"Thank you Mr. Potter," Scorp said to my dad for about the hundredth time tonight.

"Scorpius, you and my son have been friends for eleven years. I think you can call me Harry," my dad said for about the billionth time in mine and Scorp's friendship, "Anyway, why are you so thankful?"

"Thank you for making dinner and having Cam and me," he answered.

"You're welcome. I know that you are adults, but sometimes in situations like these, it's nice to have company," my father said to the two of them, "And you're more than welcome to stay here if you need to be away from the Manor." I almost spit out my peas. I could not handle a night with Cam Malfoy in the house.

"You could share my room," James said to her with a grin. I wanted to punch him.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want that. This little guy keeps me up at least a third of the night," she told my brother as she adjusted her son in her lap. It was funny, but he reminded me of someone. I thought about how I probably knew his father.

"Cam, this may be a sensitive subject, but when did you have Micah?" My mother asked. I was grateful for once that she was so nosy. We were all wondering the same thing. I couldn't understand how she just disappeared a year ago and came back with a six-month-old baby.

"Micah was born on the second of February this year," she answered. She looked at me then. I glared back at her.

"If you want deary, I could take Micah, and you can stay in James' room. I'm sure you need some sleep with all the excitement," my mother offered. I really looked at Cam then. There were dark circles under her eyes. She looked bloody awful.

"Oh, Mrs. Potter, that would be wonderful, but I don't want to impose."

"Oh it's not imposing. I had three of my own," my mother responded.

"Come on, I'll show you my room," I heard James say after she handed over Micah to my mother. I looked at Scorpius.

"You're okay with her sharing a room with my older brother?" I asked infuriated for some reason.

"Sure. He's a good guy and she really does need sleep. Micah's a handful," Scorpius said before taking Rose's hand and heading to her old room. Rose and Hugo were my cousins, but because of how close my parents were with my aunt and uncle, they had rooms in our house. We had rooms in their house too.

"WAHHHH!" I woke up to the most bloody awful screeching noise I had ever heard.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Potter, here let me take him so that you can get some rest," I heard Cam's voice outside my door.

"Nonsense deary, I know how to take care of a baby. He just needs to be rocked back to sleep. Go back to sleep yourself. I have it under control," I heard my mother respond to her. I heard Cam sigh in a defeated way, Micah still screaming, and my mother pacing back and forth in the corridor. I couldn't sleep now that the baby's scream had woken me, so I went to the door to see if I could give my mother some help.

"Oh, Al, sorry we woke you, but the little guy seems to be upset," she said and I shook my head as if it didn't matter, then I used my wand to put a silencing spell on the little guy. I don't know why but I held out my hands for him.

"Here let me see him. Maybe I can help since I was the only one who thought of a silencing spell," I said to her groggily. She looked concerned at first, but then reluctantly handed him to me. He stirred and even though I couldn't hear his cries I could see that he was still making them. I shifted him a bit, where his ear was placed up against my chest. He could probably hear my heart beat and from how it looked he was soothed by it.

"Well you certainly have a knack for that," my mother said with a look I couldn't discern, "Why don't you take him back to your room. Let Cam get some sleep. She looks exhausted beyond repair right now." I nodded my agreement, headed back into my room, and set Micah down next to me in the bed. I set up pillows to the side of him even though my bed was king-sized and he would probably never make it to the edge. I quickly muttered the counter spell to his silence and heard him murmuring softly as I gently placed myself next to him. He was actually very adorable all cuddled against my chest. I was so exhausted that it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep next to him.

I woke up to a gurgling noise and noticed Micah was wide awake and grabbing at my T-shirt. The little bugger smiled up at me and I got that nagging feeling again that he looked like someone, but I couldn't place it. He grabbed at the shirt a second time, balling it up in his fist.

"Well I guess we can go see if your mummy's up," I said to him as I gently lifted him to rest against my shoulder. When I opened the door, James was in the corridor.

"Why do you have Micah?" He asked with a weird look on his face.

"Mum couldn't get him to sleep last night and I could."

"Interesting," he muttered with another weird stare.

"Where's Cam so I can give her back her kid?" I asked.

"She's still asleep. Mum was right, she looked pretty awful," he said with a backwards look at his door. I nodded, but at the same time was a little perturbed that Cam got to sleep in and I got saddled with her kid.

Part Two: December 27, 2016

My dad was really upset. I mean I had seen him upset before, especially when James had accidentally enchanted a broom with Lily on it to fly. She fell from about three feet above the ground and only broke her arm, but Dad was really angry. However, I could feel that he was just upset about having to take me to see my new best mate from Hogwarts.

"Harry, calm down. It's not the end of the world," I heard my mum say to him.

"How can I calm down? My son is best mates with the ferret's son," he responded to her and I watched her shake her head in the same manner as my grandmum. I was lost. I couldn't understand why my dad was so upset. It wasn't even just him. My uncle Ron was cursing the whole thing too. Sometimes adults just didn't make sense.

"You're being so childish. Draco Malfoy has done nothing wrong since the Battle at Hogwarts," Mum scolded Dad and then turned to me, "Al, we have to talk before we take you to the Malfoys tonight."

I looked at her a little confused. What could they possibly have to talk about? I know that Dad, she, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione didn't like Scorpius' dad because of all the war stuff, but this sounded…serious.

"Okay…" I answered.

"We just want to tell you why your dad is worried about you being mates with Scorpius," she started, hesitantly. They both looked uncomfortable.

"Draco Malfoy, your mate's dad, and I were on opposite ends of the war. He was a former Death Eater, and an all-around not good guy. I haven't had a problem with him since the end of the Battle of Hogwarts, but it concerns me how good of friends you have become with his son," Dad explained. I was a little shocked at first, but I could understand. Things were different when my dad was my age. He was eleven and battling the worst wizard that ever lived. I was battling having to sit too close to Rachel Clearwater-James in Charms.

"Don't worry Al, we're not saying that we don't want you to be friends with Scorpius. It's just, well, we want you to be careful," Mum said and I nodded. I couldn't believe that Scorp's dad was a Death Eater. It made me slightly scared to go to their house, but I would never say that out loud.

"I'll be careful," I promised. I silently told myself that if I saw anything bad then I was owling them immediately.

Side-along apparition was officially the worst way to travel, but Mr. Malfoy had given my dad permission to do so outside of his manor. We appeared before a wrought-iron gate. The gate swung open about three minutes later and on the other side was Scorpius and his dad.

"Potter," Mr. Malfoy acknowledged my dad with an open hand.

"Malfoy," my dad said back as he shook his hand. I felt like they were getting ready to duel, not discuss the terms of my visit.

"So, this is Albus?" Scorp's dad asked in a funny tone. "It's like being eleven all over again."

"I can say the same about Scorpius," my dad responded with a slight grin gracing the corners of his mouth. I had no clue what they were going on about.

"Well I guess you should probably come in so that you can see you're not leaving your kid with crazed ex-Death Eaters," Mr. Malfoy finally said with a smirk. I thought Dad would hex him for a bad pun, but it seemed Dad had a grin too. What was going on here?

We followed them into the house and I could see my dad staring in awe.

"This place is completely different," he muttered and I wondered when he had ever seen Malfoy Manor before this. It looked okay to me. There was pale blue paint on the walls, navy blue couches in this hall, and the room off to the right looked to be even cheerier.

About half an hour later my dad left. He seemed satisfied with leaving me in the Malfoys' care and not worried about Death Eater stuff coming to get me.

"Hey, Al, my mum said dinner's almost ready. We should probably head to the dining room," Scorp said to me as he entered the room. He had gone to the loo in between our chess games. I followed him through some corridors and down the stairs to the huge dining room. There was a table that could probably sit eighteen, but only five places were set on one end of it. Mrs. Malfoy strolled out of the kitchen with dishes of food with the most pleasant aromas. It made my stomach gurgle just to smell them.

"Mum, it smells really good," I heard a small voice say from across the table. In the chair directly in front of me sat a little girl with grey eyes and light brown hair.

"Al, this is my sister Cam, Cam this is Al," I heard Scorpius say over scooping potatoes onto his plate.

"Hello Al," she said happily.

"Hello Cam," I said back. I watched her as she pushed peas around on her plate.

"Do not play with your food," her mother scolded and she immediately stopped, filled her fork up with peas, and tried to eat them without blanching.

After dinner, she followed us back to where we were playing chess. She asked all sorts of questions about Hogwarts and told us all about how she couldn't wait to go in two years. I couldn't understand how Scorpius wasn't getting upset with all questions. She was almost worse than my sister, Lily. I was distracted from my thoughts about her annoyingness when she suddenly went pale and doubled over.

"Cam? Cam?" Scorpius yelled. He rushed over to her and I heard a very distinct 'pop' noise. A house elf had just appeared next to them.

"Mips, go get Mum and Dad," Scorpius said the creature, "She's having an attack."

"An attack?" I asked him.

"Yes, she has Young Elfin Grout. She was supposed to not have it anymore, but she got worse. The Healers say if it doesn't disappear soon she probably won't ever make it to Hogwarts. That's why she asks about it all the time. I think she's worried she won't ever get to see it," he explained and I sort of felt bad for thinking that she was being bothersome.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy had come into the room by then and I watched as Mr. Malfoy gently picked her up to take her away. As he left out the door with her, I saw how pale she had become. Also, I noticed how Mr. Malfoy acted the same way with her the way my dad had when Lily had broken her arm. It made me think about how he probably couldn't be as bad of a wizard now as he was when he was younger. I reminded myself to tell my dad about that.

At three in the morning, I wandered to the loo, and stumbled upon Cam. She was on the corridor floor looking sicklier than she had.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked her as I knelt to help her stand.

"I wanted a drink of water and I didn't want to bother Mum or Dad," she said matter-of-factly.

"You shouldn't be up and about by yourself right now," I told her instinctively, as if it were my job to protect her. It was weird because as an eleven-year-old wizard I should have not cared about this nine-year-old girl, but I was worried. I had seen how her family looked when they saw her.

"I don't want to wake up my family," she whispered back fiercely.

"I'm sure they would rather you wake them up then end up dead in their corridor," I answered back.

She gasped, "That was a rude thing to say."

"It's the truth," I snapped back. She looked like hell and it wasn't long before we were in her room and she swooned right before making it to her bed. I lifted her as best I could the rest of the way and knew that would not be the last time that Cam Malfoy would do something bloody daft that would make me mad.