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-Books.- Yes, I did make Draco seem a lot older than Harry even though he's a few months older. The reason for that is because of his father. He pushed his son into being better than everyone else because he's a Malfoy. This chapter shows some of both their train of thoughts on that subject so I hope it explains it better.

And my school has started in October the past few years because it was under construction so their making up for lost time I guess.

I hope you like this chapter!

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Two months later; August

Harry's birthday was glossed over for Draco's benefit. Draco insisted they do something for his birthday but Harry knew that world bring up memories that Draco didn't want to deal with. So Harry just shook his head and asked him just to come over for his birthday; he couldn't say no to that.

Draco was still incredibly pissed at his father's and did not speak to them. Oh yes, he still had to have dinner with his family every night but he ignored them; so every night there was a tense air surrounding the eating people. On the other hand, he completely forgave his mother.

He knew she was pregnant and couldn't deal with the extra stress of her son being angry at her; the due date being so soon made him forgive her even quicker. He spoke with his mother everyday in the library but it was an unspoken rule not to talk about his birthday.

They found out that his mother was having a girl and one day Narcissa off-handedly asked her son what she should name the baby girl.

"Oriana," he said simply. "It means golden dawn." Draco looked as his lap as he said the name; Harry chose it after he told him that his mother was having a girl. Harry said he looked up Latin names when he figured out that everyone's name in Draco's family was Latin. Draco spoke the name without thought; he thought it was important to slip Harry into their lives without his family knowing.

Narcissa was shocked that Draco thought so seriously for the name. She just asked him to get ideas, not expecting him to have any, but Draco really looked for a name for his sister; Narcissa thought it was perfect. She looked down and rubbed her swollen stomach.

"Oriana, that sounds like a good name. Don't you think?" She spoke to the baby in her stomach and laughed when she kicked. She looked back to Draco with a sparkle in her eyes.

"It looks like she likes it." Her son beamed at her and she couldn't be happier. It was the first time since his birthday that he's smiled to her. They spoke for a while longer on things like what her wing was going to look like and clothes they would get her, when the door opened.

Lucius was walking in into the library followed closely by his best friend. So Draco looked to his mother, stood up, and kissed her forehead.

"It was nice talking to you mother, have a wonderful day." Narcissa's heart dropped when she saw the shift from her baby Draco to the cold, emotionless child in front of her. The warmth fell from his eyes and his emotions on his face became a façade. She touched his hand softly and smiled gently at him.

He blinked once to her and then turned to were the exit was, and where his two fathers stood. He walked right past them did not acknowledge them; he acted as if they were air. His eyes stayed straight forward, his face stayed exactly the same, his fists didn't ball and his muscles didn't tense; he just kept walking until he turned to close the door.

Narcissa sighed and rubbed her stomach; she always held her breath when Draco and her husband were in the same room now. She heard her two greatest friends walk over to where she sat and looked up.

"Hello Lucius, Severus," She smiled at them and they sat down; Lucius next to her, Severus on the floor.

"How has your day been, Narcissa?" Severus started the conversation.

"Lovely, thank you for asking." She knew they were just stalling, they were going to talk about Draco soon; they always did. Lucius, Severus, and Draco's relationship had been on thin ice since his birthday.

"What did he talk to you about?" Lucius sounded so tired whenever they talked about Draco. His muscles always relaxed, as did his posture, and he usually threw an arm over his eyes; unlike today.

"He gave me the name he wants our daughter to have." Both Severus and Lucius raised an eyebrow at that. "Oriana, I trust you already know what it means."

"Golden dawn, huh?" Lucius slouched back and thought about it; he liked it. It sounded like a strong beginning which he desperately hoped she'd have. "I like it."

"As do I, I was just asking Draco for suggestions to base it off of when he gave me that one; it was the only one he gave as well." The room became silent after Narcissa finished those words, they couldn't stall anymore.

"Lucius,"

"Don't even start, Severus. He had to learn that his friend was Imaginary and nothing more. It was his fault I yelled at him because he threw a fit, not mine." Severus shifted and looked at the carpet and Lucius threw and arm over his eyes.

"Darling, he is only a boy and a lonely one at that."

"Narcissa, I know he is but I couldn't have him galloping about and telling everyone he met that he knew Harry Potter, the dark lord would have my head!" The room dropped twenty degrees when he said that and Lucius slouched forward and dropped his arm onto his knees.

"Yes, well, we know that but he threw a tantrum because he was locked in his room for his birthday and then thrown into the high society life, already pissed off." Narcissa rubbed her husband's back, she knew he thought he was doing the right thing but their son was even more distant now.

"This was even better, since he learned how to put up a façade for those around him so quickly."

"Lucius, do you really want our son to put up a façade around you as well?" Lucius looked boneless by now; his son was worrying him so much and he didn't know if he could deal with him yet. Not with the Dark lord returning soon, keeping his business going, and his wife being pregnant.

"Cissy, I don't know what I want; I want him to be safe but I want my son back." Lucius let one tear drop from his eye and was man enough not to wipe it away.

"I know, Lu, I know." She wrapped her arms around the love of her life and looked to Severus with a look that asked what she should do. Severus sighed.

The Malfoy family was falling apart and the Dark Lord hadn't even returned yet; Merlin help them.

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Two weeks later

Harry was in the library with Draco studying on how to tell the difference between two magical plants; which were already growing in his and Draco's greenhouse. He thought he should already tell the difference between the two plants since were growing downstairs but there were so many! He didn't think he could ever remember them all no matter how long of a time he had.

Draco's quill scratching against parchment was the only noise filling the library. He was writing an eighteen inch paper on a certain period in the History of Magic and he was almost done. Before he finished a house elf popped into the library and both the boys looked up from what they were doing.

"Sorry to disturb, young masters, but mistress is going into labor." Both boys jumped up, leaving the inkwell and book on the floor when they stood, and ran downstairs to the fireplace. Both stepped in and flooed to Draco's sitting room.

They nodded to each other and went in opposite directions. Harry, to Draco's room knowing no one would enter it, Draco to the hall so he could sprint to his godfather's wing.

Draco kept running until he got to the stairwell than hopped up them two at a time. He was so excited he got off at the wrong floor and had to hop up one more story. He heard his mother screaming and chose to stay in the hall knowing the healer, his father, and godfather were with his mother.

When he heard how badly the screams of pain his mother made it encouraged him to wrap his arms around her and thank her for having him later; it sounded horrible. Within minutes, though, the screaming stopped and cries of a new born baby filled the silence.

Draco felt very proud in that moment; he was a big brother. He stood at the door waiting and when it opened the healer came out and smiled at Draco.

"Congratulations, you have a little sister." She smiled at Draco than offered to let him in the room but Draco shook his head; his father was still in there. The healer looked confused for a moment but went back into the room and closed the door.

Draco turned around and walked back to his wing, a little slower this time. His shoulders sagged a bit because he hadn't seen her but he was thrilled he was a big brother. A dragon caught his eye on the wall and he decided he would name it Harry since it had black scales and green eyes.

He stepped into his room and saw a fidgeting Harry who was playing with another one of his dragons. He dropped the animal and ran over to Draco when he stepped in the room, though. His eyes asking the unspoken questions.

"I have a baby sister." He smiled warmly to Harry. Harry squealed out loud, spun for a second, than hugged Draco.

"Congratulations Dray!" He said a happy bounce to his voice. Draco wanted to laugh, Harry was just excited as he was but Harry just showed it more.

"We have to get you home, though. I haven't seen her yet and I know my father's going to come and get me soon." He squeezed Harry once before letting him go. They smiled at each other for a moment and then walked hand in hand through the bathroom to the sitting room.

"I'm very happy for you, Dray." He said and pecked Draco's cheek before he ducked inside the fireplace and flooed home. Draco watched Harry go up in green flames and watched them slowly disappear.

"Draco," His father's voice made him jump and he turned from staring at the, now empty, fireplace. His father was looking at him with a blank face but Draco knew he was wondering what he was looking in the fireplace for.

"You're mother wishes to see you." Draco nodded once and walked past his father with a face of steel; mentally breathing a sigh of relief knowing his father didn't catch Harry floo away.

Lucius watched his son walk past him then stepped in the room. He looked to the fireplace, where Draco was looking, and shook his head to get rid of the nonsense running through his mind. He could have sworn he heard someone, other than Draco, say something.

On top of that he could have sworn he saw the last flickers of the green fames that happened when someone flooed. He shook his head harder and turned and walked out of the room. He was way too stressed if he was seeing things. He stepped in the hall and closed the door shutting his thoughts in the room in the process.

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"Mother, she's beautiful." Draco ran his fingers over the small baby girl's head. He and his mother were alone in the room now and he sat on the bed next to her. Narcissa wanted to scream at the stubbornness of her boys, even in labor they didn't stay in the same room.

"Yes, she is." Her daughter was in her arms and her son next to her. She looked, and cooed, at the tiny human in her arms. Like all Malfoy's, her hair was blond but she hand the brightest blue eyes that none of the Malfoy's had. She was beautiful.

"Your father and I have decided to name her Oriana Rosa Malfoy; do you like it?" Draco smiled at his mother as bright as he could and looked back down to the sleeping little girl.

"It's perfect."

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Five months later; January

Not much has changed in the Malfoy household since Oriana was born. Draco still didn't speak to his father but he had spoken a few words to his godfather. Narcissa was on the edge of her seat ready to bitch out her family for holding a grudge for so long, and Oriana was as spoiled rotten as the day she was born.

Draco sat in his sitting room playing with his little sister on this fine January when his mother walked in. The smallest Malfoy giggled a tiny bit when she saw her mother walk in.

"Mmm-Ma-Maaa" She squealed in delight as she held her arms up to be held. Just like a Malfoy, she was extremely smart. Most babies didn't say their first words until month six and just simple ones but Oriana was a Malfoy so she did everything better.

Her first word was Ma-ma at four months and by then she's picked up more. She knew Da-da, Seeef, Day, and surprisingly, Ary. All she knew was names but she knew how to tell who were four of the five words were.

Narcissa picked up her daughter and Eskimo kissed her.

"Now are you sure you'll be alright Draco?" Narcissa looked back down to her son.

"Yes, mother we'll be fine." Narcissa gave him a skeptical look but didn't say anything.

"Do you know where were staying?"

"Our villa in France, mother it will be fine!" Draco sighed out. "If I can't reach you I can always call Severus at Hogwarts or the Healers. Plus, I have a staff full of house elves at my command and I can contact anyone of our family members." Narcissa wasn't blown away by Draco's readiness he was very protective of his sister. Plus, he really wanted his father gone so he made sure to be ready when they asked if they could take a vacation.

"Alright, Draco," She handed Oriana to her big brother after she kissed the top of her head. She leaned and kissed the top of Draco's head the stood back up. "We will be back in three days and Severus will come check on you and Oriana from time to time."

She was very worried for her children, what kind of adult would let their eight and five-month-old children home alone? She knew they were well protected and ready for anything but sill. She had a mental fight with herself when she thought of her and Lucius going on vacation but the vacation won out knowing she had to get her husband away from Draco for him not to go insane.

"I love you both." She turned to walk out the door.

"We love you too, mother. Have fun." She turned and leaned against the door and smiled as she watched her son play with her daughter. She watched for a few minutes, proud of her children, then apperated to where Lucius was waiting.

Draco played with his sister a while longer, having her play with one of his dragons that moved and put her on his shoulders when it flew up in the air. She giggled and clapped and he smiled.

When he brought her down he kissed her nose and blew a raspberry on her stomach. She squealed in delight and wrapped her tiny fingers through his hair. She tugged a bit and Draco reached up and wrapped his hand around hers and pulled them out of his hair.

He saw her tears start to come and a scream well up in her throat but he quickly wrapped her small fingers around his big one and she was happy once again. She pulled and tugged at his finger, moving it in all different directions as she kicked out.

Draco laughed at his sister's antics and she smiled brightly, laughing with him. His smile was permanently on his lips when he was with his sister. He told her everything, about Harry, about their dad, just about everything. He wasn't surprised when she said Harry's name when they were together one day; he talked about Harry the most.

But, luckily, Oriana was smart enough not to say Harry's name around anyone else but Draco. She probably realized that no one else said Harry's name but Draco; but whatever it was Draco was extremely happy that she figured it out.

"Oriana, do you want to meet Harry today?" The little girl giggled again and moved Draco's arms happily.

"Ary!" Draco smiled at his sister and cooed at her; she was going to be a heart breaker.

"Dobby," Draco called for the elf and a moment later he was there. Oriana started to cry a bit at the elf suddenly showed up but did not scream; their father taught her not to.

"Yes, young master, sir?"

"Did my parents leave yet?" His eyes flicked over to the elf for a moment but went back to his sister.

"Yes, young master, master and mistress left a few moments ago." Draco nodded and dismissed the elf. He picked up his little sister, stood up and walked to his bedroom. His sister loved his giant dragon so he set her there and let her play on the dragon's tail; it wouldn't drop her.

He walked to his bed and sat down; reaching inside of his nightstand. He grabbed a small diamond shaped mirror and looked at it. His reflection didn't show but the aquarium foyer at Harry's house did.

"Baby," The mirror's content changed and not five seconds had passed and he was looking into bright green eyes.

"Dray," The mirror said back in Harry's voice. Draco smiled into the mirror and looked over to the dragon and his sister when he heard her squeal; she was swinging on its tail.

"Baby, you can come over now; my parents are gone." The mirror gasped and then replied it would be right over. Draco sat the two way mirror back in his nightstand and shut the drawer; that was how they talked when Draco couldn't come over. It was also the only way his sister had seen his best friend.

True to his word he heard the fireplace make the unmistakable sound of someone flooing in. He walked over and picked up his sister from the dragon tail and spun her around, high in the air. He heard Harry's footsteps almost running across the bathroom.

"Oriana," he said to his sister as he brought her down. "This is Harry." He gestured toward the bathroom and two seconds later in walked Harry.

"Dray!" Harry ran over to the pair happily with a smile threatening to split his face in two. He saw the little girl in Draco's arms and stopped himself before he threw his arms around his best friend. He smiled softly to the girl who was retreating behind Draco's arms.

"Hi Oriana, I'm Harry." Oriana peeked out of her brother's arms to see Harry. She looked him over, trying to see if she'd seen him before; since he knew her name. She looked up to his eyes and stared for a moment; putting her thumb in her mouth in the process. She, apparently, saw something she liked because she squealed and reached for Harry.

Harry grabbed her out of her brother's arms and spun around. They both giggled as Harry tripped over the dragon's tail and fell onto it. Oriana smacked both her tiny hands on Harry's face and put a big, wet kiss on his nose.

"Ary!" Harry blinked at her then looked up at Draco.

"How does she know how to say my name?" Draco coughed a bit and some pink went to his cheeks, not enough for Harry to notice but he did. He shook his head and Harry shrugged and went back to playing with the little girl.

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That day Harry saw more of the manor than he ever saw before; they had to sneak around so his parents wouldn't catch them. They ran up and down corridors and hallways. They played in the trampoline room, in Oriana's wing, and played at the indoor baby playground.

Draco was beaming the entire time; his sister and best friend loved to play. Draco thought he smiled more in the short amount of time since Harry got there than the months in between his birthday. He watched as Harry sat on the stuffed horse and rode round on it with Oriana on it in front of him.

They didn't have to worry about the house elves telling his parents because all of them have been to Harry's house already and they haven't found out yet. Draco had a theory it was because they had never asked, the house elves never told.

He was sitting on the chair in the toy room that belonged to Oriana. He watched his best friend lay on the floor next to his sister. Harry babbled nonsense to both Draco and Oriana the entire day; like what he did that morning, what he wanted to learn the next day, what he thought Oriana should wear, just a whole lot of nothing. It was very relaxing for Draco.

His heart dropped a bit, though, when he watched Harry play and talk with Oriana. Harry would have been a great big brother and it looked like he would have wanted a sibling had his parents still been alive. Hell, Draco thought Harry would take a child off the streets and adopt them as his sibling.

His heart dropped even more at that thought; Harry was lonely. Draco knew Harry was thrilled with Draco coming over to his house but he wasn't over all the time. Sometimes he was gone for days with only the mirror to communicate with his friend; sometimes not even that.

Harry was happy now, Draco thought, but then his heart sunk even lower. That was because he was here playing with Oriana and him and after his parents come home Harry would have to leave again. Draco wanted to curl up in a ball and cry for being so selfish. It was his fault Harry hadn't met his parents, it was his fault that he didn't want Harry too anymore, it was his fault Harry was so alone.

"Dray-?" Draco looked up to see to big green eyes looking at him along with two blue. Harry held his sister and she looked at him the exact same way Harry did; her head cocked to the side a bit. He felt like giggling.

"Is something wrong, Dray?" Draco didn't want to alarm Harry but he really wanted know something. He pat the armrest of his chair once and Harry plopped down on it and gave Oriana to her big brother when she held out her arms.

"Baby- are you happy?" Draco Eskimo kissed his little sister; just like his mother did before. She laughed and blew spit bubbles at him; he didn't know wither to laugh or blanch. He settled for smiling then looked to Harry who was, to his surprise, beaming at the pair.

"I am, I mean, sometimes I get lonely; I am only seven and living in a house mostly by myself. But I have you and you gave me more than I ever hoped for. Sometimes I still think I'm dreaming and I'm going to wake up to Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia pounding at my door to get up."

"Where I haven't met you, where I don't believe in magic, where I get hit every day; it's just scary to think about. And I know we've both grow up way too fast; me because of being hit then abandon and you because of your family."

"But you've given me a childhood, a family, a place to call home, and I feel safe. Why shouldn't I be happy? Are you happy?" Draco stared at his little sister as he heard Harry talk; she wiggled around and clapped, asking for attention. He wanted to laugh and knock himself over the head for his stupidity.

Laugh, because they sounded like two of fifty year olds reminiscing over their long lives and he wanted to hit himself because it sounded exactly like that; TWO fifty year old, not one. It should only be him feeling like a fifty year old, not Harry.

Harry always looked like a small child to him, one that cried in his arms and curled into himself when someone was angry. It was so stupid for him not to see it though; Harry lived practically alone and was beaten then abandon.

The giggle left Draco's throat, if a third party was watching them right now they would be stumped as to why they were acting like this.

Draco's giggles turned into laughter and soon he was crying. Apparently his laughter was contagious because his sister and best friend laughed with him. He didn't know why he was laughing, though, Harry's and his life were no laughing matter but he just felt a swell in him and he burst out laughing.

Once his laughter receded he wiped his tears away and tried to breath. He put his hand on his sister's stomach and rubbed and she played with his arm. Both he and Harry were still giggling a bit but Draco managed to get out,

"Yes, Baby, I am extremely happy. Now can we stop talking like a pair of old men and play?" Harry nodded to his friend and both stood up. They both walked slowly down Oriana's hall and got to the stairwell. They went down six flights of stairs and walked the opposite way of the dining room. They walked passed the ballroom and through a few corridors until Draco stopped at a door.

He turned to look at Harry, who he was leading, and told him he'd love this. He turned back around and opened the green door; Harry gasped. Harry hadn't been outside in a while in fear of the Dursley's finding him and because he now had the outdoor's indoors.

It was a bright sunny day, a few clouds here and there but nothing that posed a threat of raining. The field looked endless and a few gardens spread out close to the house. A wooden shed that was lined with silver trimming stood a few meters away and a table for maybe a hundred sat near a modest tree nestled near some woods.

But what caught Harry's eye was what looked like six giant bubble wands sticking up from the ground. There were markings under them, fifty feet below, which made it look like a basketball court just with huge bubble wands up top.

Harry looked back to where Draco was but found him gone. He looked around then down when he couldn't find anything. Draco was crouched down, giving Dobby his sister and a few toys that Oriana could play with. Oriana snuffled but she looked like she had gone through this routine before; Harry guessed she had since her family was so stressed.

It was amazing, to Harry, that a five month baby could look so expressive. He thought there would be three expressions; tired, happy, and hungry. But she managed to look annoyed, stressed, and sheepish plus a lot more; it was strange.

"Come on, Baby, I want to show you something!" Draco was suddenly in front of Harry and grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the shed. Draco stopped in front of the shed and turned toward Harry. "Wait right here." Then disappeared behind the door of the small thing.

Harry waited, like his best friend asked, and looked toward Dobby and Oriana; it was quite amusing to see the house elf look so flustered. Oriana had Dobby wrapped around her tiny finger, she cried when Dobby gave her the toy she didn't want and then threw it at him and laughed; Dobby ran around getting the toys she threw at him.

Harry turned around and saw Draco with two brooms. He had a splitting grin on his face as he stood proudly with the, what Harry thought were, cleaning supplies.

"Why'd you get those, Dray?" He was very confused; it looked like the Malfoy never did a day of cleaning in his life. But then he remembered a book Draco read a while ago, it was a wizard sport… well Harry didn't remember it that much.

"I'm going to teach you how to fly!" Draco bounced on his tip toes with a look alike a girl who just got a pony for her birthday; and handed Harry one of the brooms.

Harry gulped.

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"Oh come on, Baby, it's not that hard!" Harry glared up at his best friend, who was soaring maybe twenty-five meters above him. He clutched his broom; hanging on for dear life. Draco was doing flips and tricks in the air above Harry's head, laughing at him.

"Says YOU; how long have you been flying for?" Draco laughed again and did another one handed spin on his broom. His shy, timid, polite Harry was no more.

"It's not like you'll fall or anything." Draco evaded Harry's question. "And if you do there's a spell so you don't hit the ground too hard." Harry glared harder at his friend and growled, he knew it wouldn't affect the Malfoy but he damn it he would try.

Harry looked to the ground and inhaled slowly; he was a few meters off the ground. It's not that he didn't want to fly; no, he always has wanted to fly. But flying on a broom wasn't how he pictured himself flying; maybe on a British airliner but certainly not on a broom. And too top it all off, when he mounted the broom it wacked him in the face; Draco was rolling on the floor, crying.

Draco flew down and floated next to Harry.

"It's really not that hard; here." He grabbed Harry's broom with one of his hands and tipped the nose of the broom up. "Now lean forward a bit." Harry did as he was told and the broom shot up into the sky.

"LEAN BACK WHEN YOU WANT TO SLOW OR STOP!" Harry heard his friend yell over the whistling of the wind. He slowly leaned back and the broom slowed until hit halted in thin air. Draco was next to him in a matter of moments and gave his friend a blinding smile.

"You're a natural, Baby, once you get over your fear of heights." Harry kicked his friend then grabbed his broom quickly when it rocked to one side. Draco didn't think he ever laughed so much in one day in his life.

"Shadup." Harry mumbled to Draco as he got his balance back on his broom. Harry watched as Draco reached in his pocket and took out a little golden ball.

"This is a snitch, or a slower version of the snitch. In the game Quidditch it would be a lot quicker than the one I have." Draco unfolded his hand and Harry watched, amazed, as the little golden ball sprouted wings and flew away.

"What do we do? It flew away." Draco laughed again.

"We catch it!" Draco leaned forward on his broom and went after the tiny ball, shining in the sunlight. Harry flowed, non too quickly, and got used to flying in the air. Soon, though, he was chasing after Draco and the tiny flying, golden ball.

For a few hours the boys just flew after the ball trying to find out how many times they could catch it; Harry caught it five and Draco ten. Draco even taught Harry how to do a few tricks in the air, like a loop and spin.

They both landed on the ground, well fell onto the ground. They both landed too close to each other and got their lags tangled ending in a heap of two brooms and tangled up boys; out of breath.

"That was very good for your first flight, Baby. I didn't catch until the fifth time I was in the air." Harry untangled himself and held out his hand to help Draco to his feet.

"Well, I had a good teacher." Harry grinned and grabbed the brooms off the ground; handing them to Draco.

"Damn right you did." Draco puffed out his chest in an attempt to look manlier but all it did was make Harry burst into giggles. Draco huffed and walked to the shed to put the brooms away.

Harry looked over to see Dobby still having a hard time with Oriana and smiled; that baby sure had a lot of energy if she did that the whole time. He walked toward the pair, one throwing toys and one giving toys back to the thrower.

Dobby stopped what he was doing when he spotted Harry. Harry bent down to pick up the toys as he walked to Dobby. Oriana noticed Harry as well and squealed; man she was way too intelligent for a five month old. Harry almost thought that the Malfoy's were lying about their daughter's age but shook his head at the non sense; he was there when she was born.

"Young master, sir." Dobby bowed and called Harry the honorific title. Harry told him plenty of times to stop calling his young master, since he wasn't a Malfoy, but the elf did it anyway saying since he served Harry he was his master.

"Dobby," Said elf picked himself up from the bow and Harry smiled to him. "Would you mind taking these toys back to Oriana's room? I've got here for now so you can take a break." Dobby's ears flatted and he squeaked in delight.

"Yes, of course, young master, sir. If you need anything just call Dobby!" Harry smiled again to the elf and handed him the stray toys he picked up. Dobby looked over whelmed at the amount of toys compared to his small body but he soon popped away.

Harry went and picked the little giggling girl up. He swung her in the air and she screeched out another happy giggle. He played with the girl until he heard the older Malfoy walking back then rested her against his shoulder when she yawned. He had no idea why he was doing this, since he'd never held a baby before today.

But one time, when Harry was over playing with Draco, his mother walked in. Luckily, Harry was already lying under the couch when she walked in. She carried Oriana in her arms like Harry had her placed now. So he supposed he should do what her mother did.

"Baby, its dusk so I suppose we should get Oriana to bed." Harry nodded to Draco, quickly handing him Oriana since he would know how to carry her better than himself. Draco walked back to the door and walked back into the Malfoy manor.

"Are you going to stay the night, Baby?" Draco asked offhandedly. Harry's head shot up at that; he never slept over here. Draco stayed overnight at his house many times since his parents thought he was in his own room but they never took a chance for Harry to stay there in case they got caught.

"I'd love to, Dray." Harry's face shifted into a molten smile and Draco nodded.

"Oriana can sleep in my room tonight since she usually sleeps with my parents and I don't want her to sleep alone." Draco glanced back to Harry seeing him nod.

Together they walked up the steps to the third story and walked into Draco's bedroom. Draco walked and sat his tired, sleepy eyed sister on his bed. Harry followed suit and sat on the bed right above Oriana.

He stifled a yawn, knowing he was going to fall asleep soon; he did more than he usually did today. He ran around ten times more than normal, learned to fly, and played with the baby Malfoy. All in all, Harry loved today more than almost any other.

He gave his hand to Oriana when she reached out to grab it and she stuck his pinky her mouth. Harry heard a sound in the background of rustling clothes and figured Draco was grabbing sleeping wear. He looked up just in time to see Draco walk out of his closet, a pair of sleepwear on and in his hands.

"He you go, Baby." Draco handed Harry a silver pair of pajamas. Harry thanked the blond and looked back down to Oriana and slipped his finger from her mouth. He crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom to change.

As he was changing he heard a wail that sounded like it was coming from Oriana. He hurriedly put his shirt on and sprinted back into the bedroom; leaving his other clothes forgotten on the floor.

"Shhh, it's okay Oriana, what's wrong?" Draco had his teary eyed baby sister in his arms trying to figure out what was wrong with her. He was sitting on his bed, Indian style, his arms and sister resting in his tiny lap.

Harry looked at the site for a minute and the same thought that flew through Draco's head a few hours ago flew threw his. Draco looked so young!

He sat there, Oriana taking up all of his lap and most of his arms. Harry always thought Draco a lot older for some reason. Draco always acted older than he was a lot more mature. Harry always forgot he was eight and not eighteen but now he remembered.

Draco had a confused look on his face wondering why Oriana was crying. His body looked a lot smaller with a baby in his lap and in that moment Harry saw his friend as what he was; a normal eight-year-old. Now he remembers a lot of times when Draco acted eight, playing with Harry and saying stupid things or whining but no matter how childish the Malfoy acted Harry never saw him as someone a few months older than him. Harry just shrugged it off labeling it as Draco's upbringing.

Harry walked to the bed and knelt down to the front of it, in front of Draco and Oriana.

"Do you know what she wants?"

"No, she just started crying for some reason." Draco sounded flabbergasted even though he knew babies cried for no reason. Maybe it was because it was his job to take care of the baby now. It thought for a long moment, looking out his large window and it hit him.

"Maybe she's tired; it is almost seven thirty." Harry nodded agreeing with the other; she did look exhausted when Draco set her down earlier.

"Well then, how do we get her to sleep?" Both Harry and Draco looked to each other, stumped. Luckily, Draco's Malfoy genes kicked him in his butt and he figured it out fairly quickly.

"I think she needs a lullaby. That's what the swinging thing over her cradle dose." Harry nodded quickly than Draco snickered quietly. "You want to sing to her or should I?" Harry's eyes grew wide, like a deer in headlights, and Draco bit his lip from angering his sister any more for being louder.

"I'll do it." Came the soft whisper and Draco whipped his head back to look at Harry and blinked a few times.

"You sure?" Harry nodded to the Malfoy, either not hearing or ignoring the shock and surprise in his voice. Harry gently took Oriana from Draco, setting her on his lap. He breathed in and looked to Draco.

"You can't laugh, though." Draco shook his head quickly; he didn't want to sing to his sister. His voice sounded like waling and she'd probably cry harder; Harry was their only shot. For some unknown reason both of them forgot they had house elves, a lullaby stuffed animal, a music box, and Oriana's own lullaby swing.

Harry took a breath and looked to Draco, again, before his mouth opened then looked back down.

"I might not remember it all." Then Harry took a breath for the third time but this time a soft melody came from his throat.

Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember
My lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream

Draco could honestly say he did not expect the soft tone coming from Harry. His voice was rough and nowhere near professional but he had a breathy undertone that made it sound a lot nicer than it should have.

He also sang it in a manner that it seemed like a small girl was singing it; Draco's mouth dropped.

Drift on a river
That flows through my arms
Drift as I'm singing to you
I see you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you, I'm smiling, too
Here in my arms
Safe from all harm
Holding you, I'm smiling, too

Harry didn't look up once when he sang. He knew Draco would be laughing at him because of the way he sang, so he kept looking Oriana who was slowly falling asleep. He smiled at her as he sang, happy that she liked it.

He never sang aloud before so it was new to him but he remembers humming the tune to himself when his aunt or uncle couldn't hear him. And he thought of the song as he fell asleep in his cupboard most nights.

Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember this river lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream
I'll be with you when you dream

When Harry finished Oriana was asleep and her tiny hand curled around the clothes Harry was wearing. Harry simply uncurled her hand softly and set her in a nest of blankets Draco had laid out for her.

He still didn't look up but he knew he had to soon. He mentally sighed and looked to see Draco staring at him; an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Baby, where did you learn that song?" Draco was really curious; he doesn't remember Harry having any music at his house except a magic radio, some sheet music, and Draco's favorites. But Draco had never heard that song before in his life.

Harry blushed a bit, fidgeted with his thumbs, than scratched his cheek softly.

"W-well, I hear someone singing it to me in my dreams." Harry squirmed under Draco's curious eyes. "But right after they sing that I always see a green light and I wake up." Harry didn't know why he added that but it just flowed from his mouth; it was a part of the lullaby to him, since it always happened after the person sang it. Draco contemplated Harry's response, not really thinking hard on it but a light bulb went on over his head anyway.

"Do you think it's your mother?" Harry looked to Draco somewhat confused for a moment when it slowly fell into understanding. Harry opened his mouth to answer but he never got to finish.

A slam of a door brought Harry and Draco back from their talk. Harry looked down first, to make sure the noise didn't wake Oriana; she was still sleeping away. Draco watched Harry then brought his head up, ready to yell at the house elf that made the noise but the words died in his throat.

Harry then looked up to see a wide eyed Draco; since he was facing away from the doors. He turned to see what Draco was looking at so terrified and when he did his eyes mirrored Draco's in a heartbeat.

A figure, that was clearly not a house elf stood at the door.

"Draco, whose this?"

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Hope you liked it! I'm terribly sorry if it's not as well written as the earlier chapters. I kind of wrote it in a rush, hoping to get it out before my classes' starts. Yay! I did it!

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