"Draco, are you alright?" Harry asked concerned. When they came back from the Pensieve, Draco became very quiet. Draco shook his head. Harry joined him on the couch and held the blonde boy.

"When I was younger I craved for the love of a parent. That when I fell my mother would be there and kiss away all the pain. That my father would be proud when I first showed any sign of magic. I never got that and I thought my parents never knew how to love. Now I saw that my mother does care about me. Why wasn't she there for me when I needed it?" Draco was confused.

"I don't know, but maybe you can talk to your mother about it?" Harry suggested.

"I'm not going back there." Draco hissed and Harry held him tighter.

"Then invite her here. I can help you."

"Maybe." Draco sighed. There was a knock on the door and Harry opened it. Severus was standing there, holding a squirming Damian. Severus looked extremely uncomfortable with the child. Harry took pity on him and took Damian.

"Come in sir. I thought Damian was with Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked. They sat down and Damian immediately snuggled up between Draco and Harry.

"He was. But apparently he was hysterical again and they wanted to bring him back. I came across them in the hallway and decided to take him for a while. Since you were busy with the Pensieve." Severus explained while looking at the boy.

"How did you get him calm again?" Draco asked. Severus looked down and mumbled something.

"What, I didn't catch that." Harry asked, smirking. He had some idea about what Severus had done.

"I gave him a very, very mild Calming Potion." He sneered.

"You gave him a Potion? Can't handle a 2 year old Sev?" Draco laughed.

"Said 2 year old asks a lot of questions and I didn't feel like answering them." Severus huffed.

"But you said he was hysterical. Asking a bunch of questions can be annoying but it's hardly hysterical." Draco asked. Severus glared at him.

"I can see where he got the gene of asking lots of questions. But if you must know, when I took him from ms Granger, he stopped crying. The Calming Potion was not to stop his crying, but to stop the bouncing when he started asking questions." Severus snarled at the boys when they went into a fit of hysterical laughter. Damian watched them with fascination and Severus just glared harder.

"He likes you!" Harry said in between 2 bouts of laughter. Damian was confused now.

"Why they laugh uncle Sev?" he asked innocently, causing Draco to fall to the ground clutching his sides, laughing hysterically.

"Uncle Sev!" he managed. Severus growled and magically threw a bucket of ice cold water over them. They immediately stopped laughing.

"What did you do that for? I'm soaked." Harry whined.

"You both deserved it." Severus sneered and spelled them dry.

"How does it feel to be an uncle?" Draco sniggered. Severus glared some more.

"How did it go with the Pensieve? I have to return it on time so he doesn't know it's missing." Severus asked instead of answering. Draco sighed.

"I now know that everything was planned so Luciuscould have a 'good' heir." He said sadly.

"But he has you."

"Apparently I'm not good enough."

"He's a fool. So he actually wanted Damian so why would he want to get rid of him?" Severus asked confused.

"Because he doesn't look like a Malfoy." Draco sighed sadly.

"Of course. I should have known."

"We saw Lucius killing Damian's mother in front of him." Harry said while stroking Damian's hair softly.

"Mommy? She die." Damian said.

"Yes she did. Do you remember anything about that sweetie?" Harry asked, knowing Draco wanted to know as well.

"Scweaming, a gween light, a wred light and then I sleep." Damian answered. They could see that Damian was thinking back and he was becoming scared. Draco took him in his arms and hugged him.

"It's okay love." He soothed. In the mean while, Harry had stood up and wandered over to the window. The screaming, the green light, it's all too familiar to him. He got sad thinking back at it and wrapped his arms around himself and stared out the window.

Severus watched it all. He stood up and sat down next to Draco and Damian.

"Draco, Harry needs you now. I'll put Damian to bed." He said. Draco knew a lot about his godfather, but this side was even new to him. He handed his son over. Damian snuggled deeper in 'uncle Sev's' arms and they disappeared to the smaller bedroom. Draco stood up and walked over to Harry. He wrapped his arms around the raven-haired teens waist and rested his head on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking?" he asked softly. He felt Harry taking a deep breath and suddenly he began to shake. Draco looked at their reflection in the window and saw tears on his boyfriend's face.

"Harry?" he asked. Harry turned around in his arms and clung to him. Draco was confused but held him tight. When Harry calmed down a bit, he asked what was wrong.

"Nothing, It's silly." Harry sniffed and gave a watery smile.

"It's not nothing Harry, tell me." Draco lifted his chin up and looked Harry in the eye.

"Tell me." He asked again.

"I still hear my mother scream sometimes, in one of my nightmares. And that cold, blood freezing cackle that belongs to Voldemort. I still have nightmares about them and it's been so long. I don't want Damian to have to go through that."

"You heard your mother being killed!" Draco said shocked. He held Harry even tighter.

"I'm so sorry Harry. To think I made fun of that, all these years." He started to apologize. Harry silenced him with a sweet kiss.

"Stop apologizing so much. You didn't know and what happened in the past, stays in the past. Those nightmares aren't as frequent anymore." Draco sighed but nodded.

"What a couple are we huh? Both traumatized." He snorted.

"Yeah, but if we fight the demons together, we'll manage." Harry smiled and kissed his boyfriend again.

"I'm tired, let's get some sleep." Draco pulled Harry towards the bedroom. They dressed in their pyjama's and got into bed. Harry snuggled in Draco's arms and sighed contently.

"G'night Draco."

"Good night love."