Harry said the name. He was just so happy to have heard Fred and George's radio broadcast that he hadn't been thinking about it, he just did. He said Voldemort's name out loud and the name was taboo, leading the snatchers right to them. Hermione's quick thinking with the stinging jinx bought them time, but their wands were taken and he, Ron, and Hermione were all taken to Malfoy Manor. Only the Malfoys weren't there and Harry was technically a Malfoy.
Bellatrix greeted the Snatchers at the gate and let them in. Rodolphus Lestrange and Mr. Goyle were inside. There was some argument over whether or not Harry was really Harry, but then Bellatrix and the others caught sight of Hermione and Ron and had them pegged. There was arguing over who would get the honor of summoning Voldemort, but then Bellatrix saw the Sword of Gryffindor in the possession of the snatchers and put a halt to summoning Voldemort.
Bellatrix set to torturing Hermione while the other prisoners were imprisoned in the cellar. With the sounds of Hermione screaming overhead and Ron shouting Hermione's name, Luna freed them from the ropes with a nail. Harry reached into his drawstring pouch he kept around his neck and pulled out Dumbledore's useless snitch and his broken wand, before finding his Protean charmed galleon and parchment. He went to activate the coin and send a message to Draco, but he didn't have a wand. He turned to the parchment and said, "A quill: I need a quill or something to write with. Anything."
But all Luna had was the nail; no quill or pencil, or writing implement of any kind. Harry tried to activate the coin with wandless magic, but had no luck. Hermione screamed up above their heads and an idea occurred to Harry in his desperation. He shoved his precious personal items back into his drawstring pouch.
"I'm a Malfoy; I've rights to this house. The house elves have to obey me," Harry said, mostly to himself as he tried to figure out what to do.
"Call one of them," Luna suggested calmly.
Harry looked at Luna gratefully for the suggestion. He had been so worried about her after the debacle at her father's house when he found out that she had been kidnapped. But she was alive and right here with him and he was going to take her back to Xenophilus. He was just about to take her advice when they heard Hermione claim the sword was a fake and Rodolphus say to get the goblin. Harry turned first to the goblin and begged him to lie and claim the sword was a forgery.
Once the goblin was taken upstairs, Harry called out, "Malfoy house elves; I require your assistance."
Since Harry had not called for one of them, but all of them, a dozen or so house elves popped into the cellar. There was some quick discussion with the house elves, but Harry soon asked if the elves could apparate them away. The elves could and Harry instructed one of them to take Mr. Ollivander, Luna, and Dean somewhere and Ron supplied the where of Shell Cottage. The one elf left, but plenty remained with Harry when the Death Eaters upstairs heard the crack of disapparation and sent Wormtail down to investigate.
Then Harry ordered another house elf to cause a distraction in the drawing room and a third to disapparate them all away to Shell Cottage once they had Hermione, the sword, and their wands.
Wormtail came down and was killed by his own prosthetic hand. Ron now had Wormtail's wand and they went up the stairs to the drawing room. One of the elves unscrewed the chandelier, creating the distraction and then disapparated Ron and Hermione away. Mr. Goyle in his fervor to replace his own wand, which Voldemort had destroyed, had collected two of the wands from the snatchers, as well as Bellatrix's wand when it flew out of her hand. Harry wrestled all three wands away from him. Then Harry went to Griphook, who was still clutching the Sword of Gryffindor, and yet another house elf disapparated them away, but not before Bellatrix could throw her knife into the chest of said house elf.
Harry arrived at Bill and Fleur's cottage by the sea. One of the house elves died, but the other two went back to Malfoy Manor; Harry buried the small body in a grave in the sand he dug himself. Hermione, Ron, Luna, Dean, and Griphook were all safe, if shaken up with their various injuries, but they had the sword, and they had wands. Ron had Wormtail's wand, while Harry had gotten Draco's, Hermione's, and Bellatrix's wand off of Mr. Goyle.
They stayed at the cottage, learning news of the outside world and recuperating. Something Bellatrix had said to Hermione had her convinced that there was a horcrux inside the Lestrange family vault. They had looked into this lead before, when Draco had first mentioned it, but the vault was heavily protected and they had no way in. They didn't have a way in now, except a crazy plan that would never work, but they did have a plan, a goblin, a hair from Bellatrix herself, and Bellatrix's wand.
And so Ron, Hermione, and Harry broke into Gringotts, stole a horcrux from one of the most heavily protected vaults there were, and escaped on the back of an old blind dragon. Voldemort's fury led Harry to the next horcrux, the one at the school. The three friends apparated to Hogsmeade and were given shelter in the HogsHead by none other than Aberforth Dumbledore, who showed them the secret passageway into the room of requirement, where Neville and their friends were hiding out. The room of course looked nothing like the lilac beach room he had shared with Draco, but was full of hammocks for the refugees to sleep in.
Luna and Dean arrived first, having gotten a message from Neville. Then more reinforcement arrived in the form of the Weasley kids and more members from Dumbledore's Army. Reinforcements were good, but Harry still didn't know where to look for the horcrux, other than it was in the school, so he asked for advice. Luna told Harry about the story of Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem and took Harry to the Ravenclaw common room, where they were discovered by the Carrows, who summoned Voldemort.
Professor McGonagall vanquished Snape and Harry questioned a ghost, which eventually led Harry back to the room of requirement as the battle raged on outside the castle and more reinforcements, from both sides, arrived. Ron and Hermione were there, with a destroyed cup and several basilisk fangs in their hands. And then the three of them entered the room of requirement, which was once again turned into the room of hidden things.
They were searching for the diadem when Crabbe and Goyle showed up, minus their leader. Draco's henchmen were a bit like chicken with their head's cut off now that they were without him. Crabbe wanted to kill Harry, while Goyle just wanted the glory from bringing Harry in. Crabbe started the fire and Harry and Ron grabbed brooms. Ron, Hermione, and Harry managed to rescued Goyle, while Crabbe and the diadem were left to burn.
And then they were out of the room of requirement and safe with all of the inanimate horcruxes destroyed. They only had Nagini left and then it would be Voldemort himself. The three friends went off into the fray of battle to reach the snake. Then Hermione asked Harry to use his scar and his connection with Voldemort to find out where Voldemort was, because the snake would be with Voldemort.
Harry looked and he found Voldemort in the haunted shack with Mr. Goyle, whose face was bruised and eye was swollen shut after being punished for the part he played in letting Harry, Ron, and Hermione escape from Malfoy Manor. Mr. Goyle was asking about his son Gregory. All of the other Slytherin children had been released through the secret passage from the room of requirement to the HogsHead, but Gregory was not with them and Mr. Goyle was very worried about him. He had given his wand up to Voldemort prior to the battle of the Seven Potters and was now without a weapon and without a means of rescuing his son from the castle. Voldemort told Goyle to stop grumbling about Gregory and sent the man off to fetch Snape.
Harry returned to his own body and told his friends what he had seen and they began to make their way down the castle stairs and down the tunnel guarded by the Whomping Willow. Voldemort was there talking to Snape; Voldemort had Dumbledore's wand, the Elder wand, but the wand wouldn't work right for him, because he was not the wand's true owner. Voldemort's solution was to feed Snape to Nagini, besting the man who had bested Dumbledore. But although Snape had killed Dumbledore, Dumbledore had already been bested before that by a young boy in his office when he had rather oddly requested a duel.
Harry gathered Snape's memories into a flask and took them back to the headmaster's office to use Dumbledore's pensieve. It was then that he learned of Snape's relationship with his mother, how they had been best friends and how Snape had loved her. He learned of how Snape had tried to save the Potters and had begged Voldemort to spare them.
But Voldemort couldn't do that, because the boy had to die. The one thing Voldemort did do was offer Lily a choice and that choice had allowed Lily to sacrifice herself for her only son, invoking the old magic which had protected Harry. Snape's request had helped Lily save Harry. Then Snape went on to be Harry's greatest protector, always behind the scenes, but protecting Harry when no one else did. Snape was continuing to protect him, because down to his dying breath, Snape had lied to Voldemort and let Voldemort believe that Snape was the master of the Elder wand, when in fact it was Harry.
Snape hadn't murdered Dumbledore, but granted an old man's request for death. Dumbledore was dying already, from the hand, and had asked Snape to do it, to spare him the pain of the curse. Harry didn't really know what to make of this and there were so many new facts to digest, so he pushed it aside and moved onto the next flash of memory.
Snape had sent Harry the Sword of Gryffindor and Draco's wand, not Lucius Malfoy. Snape was the owner of the doe patronus, but he let Harry think it was Lucius. Snape had seen Draco since Dumbledore's death. Snape was the secret keeper for the Malfoys and Snape had kept Harry's new family safe. Snape had even delivered the babies and told Narcissa and Lucius to go to the muggles for help. And just the day before, Snape had held a little blond baby in one arm and a raven haired baby in the other. It was the first glimpse Harry ever got of his sons and Snape, like so much else in his life, had given it to him.
Then Harry learned of Dumbledore's betrayal; how Dumbledore had been grooming Harry like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Harry had a piece of Voldemort's soul in his scar, which meant Harry had to die, because Harry was a horcrux. There were two horcruxes left and they both had to go: the snake and Harry. Voldemort was waiting out in the forest for Harry at that very moment and Harry would go.
Harry told Neville to kill the snake as he walked down the front steps. He finally figured out Dumbledore's blasted riddle and what words he must say to open the snitch. He said them and got the ring. He turned the Deathly Hallow over in his hands and his dead family surrounded him; his mother, his father, his godfather, and even Remus.
Harry thought then about the living family he was leaving behind; Draco and the babies. He was going to die without ever seeing his sons with his own eye and that glimpse of them from Snape would be the last glimpse he would ever see of them. But it was better this way, because Voldemort would never know of their existent and Voldemort would be dead soon. Harry would be dead too, but Draco and the boys would go on. Draco would remarry and his sons would grow up happy, never knowing what they had lost.
And then Harry was in the clearing in the forest and he let Voldemort kill him. There was King's Cross Station and Dumbledore, while the bit of Voldemort that had been inside Harry gasped its last breaths. Harry thought death was next, but when Dumbledore told him he could go back, Harry jumped at the chance, because he still had two sons to meet. His consciousness reentered his body and Voldemort too came back. Mrs. Goyle, the obese woman who had come to the school looking for Draco, was there standing over him, guarding him. He could hear her labored breathing.
Voldemort ordered Elizabeth Goyle to check on Harry and the woman leaned down with a grunt and whispered, "Is he alright? Up at the school, is Greg still alive?"
Harry nodded ever so slightly and Mrs. Goyle lied to Voldemort in her desire to have Gregory back. Voldemort ordered Hagrid to carry Harry's body and together they marched back to the school, with Mrs. Goyle trailing behind slowly with her heavy, but determined steps.
Neville challenged Voldemort, pulled the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat, and slashed off Nagini's head.
A herd of reinforcements arrived and Harry slipped out the invisibility cloak, covering himself up as the crowd was distracted. The giants and centaurs forced the wizards into the castle as the final battle started. Molly killed Bellatrix and in his fury, Voldemort turned his wand on Molly. But Harry was quicker, saving Molly with a shielding charm, before he threw off the cloak and revealed himself. Harry dueled Voldemort, defeating the dark wizard with a simple expelliarmus. Then it was all over and Harry was looking around him, checking to see which of his friends had made it through and which were dead; so many were dead. Remus, Tonks, Fred, Collin, Lavender, and the list just went on and on.
Mr. and Mrs. Goyle had found Greg Goyle and Harry saw the family flee from the castle. Then there was someone else there, approaching him. A tall blond who he hadn't expected to see was walking towards him; someone he hadn't seen since Sirius' death and the battle in the Ministry for Magic.
"Hello son. Draco sent me to bring you home," Lucius said, reaching out a hand to shake with a wide smile on his face. "I don't think these people will miss you and my grandsons are waiting to meet you, but perhaps we can send an owl to the Daily Prophet tomorrow letting them know that you changed your name?"
Harry didn't know what to say or do at first; he just nodded dumbly. But then he returned Lucius' handshake and said, "Yes sir, I'd very much like to see Draco and meet my sons. How are they?"
"Magnificent. Being a grandfather is really quite wonderful," Lucius answered, leading Harry out of the Great Hall.
"Harry dear, where are you going?" Molly Weasley asked, just as they were approaching the entrance hall.
"To meet my sons. My father-in-law is taking me," Harry said.
"That's right; you married the Malfoy boy last year. But your sons, dear?" Molly asked.
Harry nodded and Lucius answered, "Yes, Scorpius and Hyperion Malfoy. Draco gave birth to them while Harry was away."
"I didn't even know Draco was pregnant. You'll have to bring them by the Burrow," Molly said.
"We will do no such thing. Scorpius nearly died three times because of what your son did to Draco and now Scorpius has the deformed leg and may never walk. I should thank you to keep your offspring away from my heirs," Lucius said.
"Wh- huh? I assure you I don't understand," Molly said.
"Draco was pregnant when Ron punched him in the stomach last year, Mrs. Weasley," Harry explained.
"Oh dear. I'm so sorry to hear that," Molly said.
"Tell Ron and Hermione where I've gone. I'm going to take some time off to spend with my family," Harry said.
"Yes, spoken like a true Malfoy, now let's get you home," Lucius said.
"Bye Mrs. Weasley and I'm so sorry about Fred," Harry called back over his shoulder as Lucius once again pulled him towards the entryway.
As Lucius and Harry walked past the Black Lake and towards the front gates, Harry thought of something that was bothering him. "Sir, why is it that you came? I thought Draco was going to use the parchment he left me to tell me where he was hiding?"
"Draco is not the secret keeper, so he cannot tell you. He only told you that so that you would keep the parchment with you, which allowed my son to communicate with you whenever he wished. The plan was to get you home and then the next time Severus, who is our secret keeper, came over, he would give you the secret." Lucius didn't know what would happen to the fidelius spell now that their secret keeper was dead and thought there was a chance the spell had ended with its caster.
"Oh," Harry said. He thought about it and it sounded right, so he continued walking. "But then how will I get in?"
"I shall take you by side-along."
"You'll take me directly to Draco and not try to kill me first?"
"Look at your parchment."
Harry stopped walking for a second as he removed his parchment from his pouch around his neck. Sometime during all of the chaos he must have missed the burning, because the parchment now read, "Harry, I'm sending my father to come get you. Please go with him." It was Draco's writing and it was signed, "-Love your husband- Draco Malfoy."
Well that was good enough for Harry, so he tucked the parchment back into his pouch and continued walking towards Hogsmeade.
Once Harry and Lucius were outside the gates, Harry took Lucius' arm and Lucius side along apparated them to the Malfoy villa in France.
"The boys should be just up from their afternoon nap," Lucius said, before leading Harry upstairs to the nursery, where Draco was sitting on the bed, holding a baby boy in each arm.
The twins were now six months old and had grown much larger since their births. Hyperion weighed sixteen pounds and was a chubby, happy baby who greeted Harry with a smile and said "Da da da da da," while pounding his opened little palm against Draco's arm. Hyperion's eyes were green and his hair was messy and blond. Scorpius was smaller, both thinner and shorter than his brother. Scorpius had light grey eyes and neatly groomed black hair that lay flat on his head. Scorpius greeted Harry with a screeching wail and squirmed in Draco's arms, trying to get away.
"Calm down, Harry; you're upsetting Scorpius," was the first thing Draco said to Harry after a year apart.
"What? I didn't even say anything," Harry replied confused.
Scorpius continued to wail and Draco said to Lucius, "He's not calming down, is he?"
Then Draco stood up and handed a struggling Scorpius over to his father. He grabbed the strap of the breast pump machine, slinging it over his shoulder, before taking a happy Hyperion to Harry. "Come on, let's go downstairs; my father will watch Scorpius," Draco said, tugging on Harry's arm to get him to move.
"But I want to see Scorpius too," Harry protested, but followed Draco downstairs. "Why is he crying?"
"Because you wouldn't calm down," Draco explained, leading Harry into the drawing room. "He's sensitive, Harry. He can feel your magic crackling and hissing. You just killed the Dark Lord and he can tell; you scared him."
"I scared him?" Harry asked. He was sitting on a sofa next to Draco, who still had the blond baby in his arms.
"Harry, you've felt magic before, right?"
"Um, yeah, I guess," Harry answered, thinking back to something Dumbledore had said to him in Voldemort's cave by the sea about feeling the dark magic in the place.
"Most people can train themselves to become attuned to the different feel of magics, with dark magic vibrating at a different pitch than light magic, yeah?"
"I never really thought about it, but yeah, I guess."
"And like any other skill, some people are born with a natural talent for it; Scorpius is one of those people. He can feel your magic crackling and sparking like a storm before the thunder and lightning; I can feel it on you," Draco said, letting his fingers hover millimeters above Harry's skin.
"You can?"
"Yes, Malfoy, I can," Draco said, before leaning in and kissing Harry, Hyperion clutched to his side so that he didn't smash the baby. Draco wasn't nearly as sensitive to magic as Scorpius was, but Harry's magic was practically screaming to the world. "You know, I think I like calling you that."
Somehow the name fit Harry like a glove. After all that fretting about changing his name last year, now that the time to switch had come, he found the change welcome. His new name came with the return of his family and signaled his acceptance into said family, even by Lucius Malfoy. He didn't even have to think about it to know that he wanted to be a Malfoy. The Malfoys, after all, had turned out to be the type of family he wanted to join; the type of family who put its members first and protected its weakened members against even the most grave threats of attack. He could never forget that while the war raged, it was the Malfoys who had guarded, protected, and cared for Draco and the twins. All of Draco and Lucius' past crimes would forever be forgotten by Harry for the simple fact that they had managed to keep Scorpius and Hyperion safe.
"I think I like it when you do," Harry replied, looking down at the very wet little hand that was getting saliva all over his arm. "Can I hold him? Is this Hyperion?"
"Yes and yes," Draco answered, handing Hyperion over. "I was telling him that his da da, as he calls you, was coming to see him today."
Draco handed over the baby and for the first time, Harry held his first born in his arms. "Hello Hyperion. Daddy loves you so much and I'm never going to go away for so long ever again. Were you a good boy for your father?"
"He's a perfect little boy. Severus is always telling me how much like your mother he is."
Harry remembered then Snape's memories of his mother. "I'm glad; he loved her, you know."
"No, I didn't. I thought you'd be mad that I'd lied to you about him being with us. I wanted to tell you, but you couldn't know; he couldn't accomplish what he needed to unless the Dark Lord trusted him."
"No, I'm not mad. In fact, I'd name Hyperion after him if I hadn't already suggested Hyperion." There were so many people who had died since the last time they had discussed names; so many people he would name a son after.
"I'd be honored to name our son after him; we haven't turned in the paperwork."
"Really? You'd do that? Name him Hyperion Severus instead of Hyperion Draco?"
"Yes. It was Severus who saved them by stopping the preterm labor twice and then delivered them. It was even Severus who originally had the idea to go to the muggles for help if something went wrong and then when something did go wrong, he sent my mother and father off to the muggles straight away."
"Brilliant! I'd love that."
"I thought you hated Professor Snape; I never would've thought you'd name our son after him, although I'm glad you changed your mind. He's a big part of our lives and it'll be easier if the two of you can coexist."
"That was because I didn't know. He sacrificed himself for me today, so that I could defeat Voldemort."
"How so? Where is he?"
"He's dead Draco; Voldemort killed him."
"No!" Draco screamed, jumping up and away from Harry, the black bag flopping against Draco's side as he went. "That can't be; he was just here. He missed his visit today, but he promised to come by tomorrow." Thick tear tracks were running down his face now.
Harry stood up, holding the baby with one arm and put the other arm around Draco, before kissing the tears away. He led his husband back over to the sofa and held Draco in one arm while Draco broke down in grief, sobbing into his shoulder.
Draco let himself cry over his loss for a good while, but then he pulled himself together, because for the first time in almost a year, he had his husband there with him again. When he finally calmed down, he was once again sitting next to Harry and the baby on the sofa. Hyperion was utterly clueless as to what had happened. "You have absolutely no idea what is going on, do you?" Draco asked his son. "You probably think Uncle Severus is going to come by to play with you any minute now."
"Uncle Severus?"
"Yeah, we started calling Professor Snape that. He really took a liking to the babies, especially Hyperion. When Scorpius was in the hospital, it was Professor Snape who stayed with me and did most of the taking care of Hyperion while I recovered. Uncle Severus is pretty much Hyperion's favorite person."
"Then I'm glad you made his middle name after Snape. He must've been the bravest man I ever knew."
"Well yes, he was that. Now that I think of it, Severus Hyperion Malfoy sounds like an excellent name and I haven't filled out the birth certificates yet."
"You'd do that for me? Change his first name?"
"Yeah. Then it'd be Scorpius and Severus; it sounds better, doesn't it?"
"It does. Hyperion and Scorpius sounds good too though."
"But Hyperion doesn't have any suitable nicknames. Did you know the muggles tried calling him Ryan?"
"No. I would think Hyper," Harry suggested.
"No, just no. But if Severus is the first name, we can call him Sev."
"Sev is a good name, although he doesn't seem to have a very sever personality."
"No, Scorpius is the more sever of the two. Hyperion is the happy one. His Uncle Severus was always saying how he has his grandmother's smile and infectious laugh. He said Hyperion looks just like your mother."
"He would know; he was my mother's best friend."
"I didn't know that."
"He kept his secrets close to the vest."
"Yes, he did. We're going to miss him. I'll certainly be glad to have another Severus around the house."
"Yeah. I'm glad he looks like my mum; before he was born I was thinking it'd be nice if they had some of my mum's features. Did either of them get anything of my dad's?"
"Hy- I guess I need to get used to calling him Sev now, isn't that right little guy?" Draco said, talking to the baby for a second, before turning back to Harry. "Sev has your father's follicle structure and Scorpius has your father's hair color. I'm rather upset neither of them got his blue eyes."
"Well hopefully the next one will have blue eyes. But follicle structure?"
"You haven't noticed that it's completely impossible for me to make Sev's hair lay flat? You'd never know I brushed it before you came. I haven't tried grooming charms, because he's too little, but you're gonna have to take him and have his follicles permanently rearranged. I asked mother and she said they can do it as early as the second birthday."
"I didn't even know there was such a thing."
"There is and we already talked about this and agreed that it's necessary."
"We did? I wasn't here."
"Hyperion and I talked about it. Mother, father, and Severus did as well. Everyone agreed that it was for the best. And it wouldn't hurt to make it a double appointment and send you in too."
"I kind of like my hair."
"Think about how much time it'll save to have it fixed," Draco said and the baby dripped drool onto Harry's arm, while making happy noises.
Harry looked down at his happily babbling son in his arms. "Wow, you really do talk a lot," he said, trying to figure out if there were any words in the sounds or not.
"He said his first real word last week when Uncle Severus was holding him," Draco said looking at his husband holding his son and bonding. Then the grief hit him again and he let out another sob and a few more tears.
Harry wasn't too sure how to comfort someone else in their grief and he had a lot of grief of his own; for Snape, and for Fred, Tonks, and Remus as well. He ended up pulling Draco's body closer to his and encouraging Draco to lie Draco's head down on his shoulder, holding the baby on the other side of his lap. The baby babbled and wiggled and then started bouncing up and down. Then a chubby hand reached out and grabbed a fist full of Draco's hair.
"Ow, not father's hair please Hyper- um Sev. You know the rule: no pulling," Draco said and then let out another sob.
"What word did Sev say?" Harry asked, now that Draco had calmed down a bit.
"Oh, yeah, he said elf."
"Elf?"
"Well yeah, he loves the elves, even more than he loves Uncle Severus. The elves watch out for him when I set him down; you know, stop him from getting into things or getting hurt. But then he likes to go after them; he can't go that far or that fast, but he can scooch forward. He'll gum the elves if he can get a hold of one, especially when he's cutting a tooth."
"Do you have teeth then, little man? Open up and show Daddy," Harry said, tickling a finger under the baby's chin. Sev opened his mouth and let out a squeal of delight, showing Harry a gummy smile with two front teeth. "Wow, two of them already?"
"Yes, and let me tell you, they are sharp. Scorpius doesn't have any yet, thank Merlin."
"Do you bite your father? I won't have you mistreating my husband; I'll get you a teething ring if you need something to chew on."
"I've had to switch him to the bottle; my poor nipples couldn't take it anymore."
"Are you still, um, you know with Scorpius?" Harry asked, not sure how to approach the subject of breast feeding when Draco had been so determined to ignore the topic before.
"Yes and I'm still feeding Hy-um-Sev too, I just pump it first and then feed him the bottle," Draco said and the baby started a long string of babbling B sounds.
"That's great. Really great," Harry said. He wanted to ask Draco how long Draco planned to keep the breast feeding up for, but he couldn't figure out how to broach the subject. He was also curious as to what Draco's chest looked like underneath the robes, but he didn't ask that question either, figuring Draco would take the robes off eventually.
Author's Note: Harry is finally home! I'll be slowing it down again, now that the war is over and the events are different from the books. Harry and Draco have a lot of adjusting to each other to do.
What do you think of naming the baby Severus? I'd planned to change Hyperion's name all along, which is why Harry and Draco spent so long waffling about what to name him: they hadn't thought of the perfect name yet.