"Mum, can you do me a favor?" Young Draco asks me, right before bed. He's got about six months before he heads to Hogwarts.

"Anything for you my son." I whisper, slicking his wet hair from his bath back. I have been trying to get it to stick back like that, but it just wants to do it's own thing. "But hurry, young wizards need to go to bed, so they can be well rested."

"Can you not tuck me in anymore? I'm a big boy now, going to Hogwarts."

"Sure honey." I say, as he runs off to bed, tears streaming down my cheeks.