Luna heard the sound of whimpering coming from Draco's bedroom, and put her book down. She instantly stood and headed toward the door.

Because it wasn't Caelum whimpering.

Draco shouted "NO!" about a second and a half before Caelum started crying. She broke into a run.

She came through the doorway just in time to see Draco thrashing with a very confused and frightened child sitting beside him. She dashed to the bed to snatch the baby, her baby, out of harm's way. Draco would never hurt his son intentionally. However, his eyes were wide open and blank at the moment. He was trapped in the horrors in his mind and all bets were off..

"Shhhhhh." she held Caelum closed against her and rubbed his little back, trying to calm him. "It's okay, Mummy has you. Rinka!"

When the elf popped into the room, Luna shoved the child into her arms. "Get him out of here."

Rinka and Caelum popped out instantly.

"Draco!" she spoke loudly, trying to snap him out of it.

"Let me go!" he bellowed.

Luna realized his arms were above his head and he was struggling as if to free himself from being tied down. She crawled onto the other side of the bed.

"I'll let you go. I'm going to free you so you can get away and she can't hurt you." she said softly.

She reached up and gently laid a hand on one of his arms. "I'm going to help you."

He stopped struggling. Luna took his wrist and brought his arm down to lay it across his chest, and then repeated the action with the other one.

"You're safe now. You're free and she can't hurt you." she continued to soothe. She spied the tip of his wand sticking out from under a pillow. She touched it with one hand, while the other stroked his arm gently. "Accio glass."

She reached up to catch the glass as it came from the bathroom, and realized Narcissa was standing beside the bed. Draco's mother caught the glass, and realizing what Luna intended, filled it with an aquamenti.

"Here, sit up for me, Draco. You need to drink this." Luna slid an arm under him, and helped him into a semi-sitting position. She took the glass from Narcissa and held it to his lips. He obediently took several sips.

Narcissa nodded to her and went into the nursery.

Draco blinked a few times and looked at her. He was back.

"Luna?" he asked hoarsely.

"It's all right. I'm here, and I won't let anything hurt you."

He nodded, laying back down, turning onto his side, facing her. She reached over him to put the glass on the nightstand. She laid down facing him, one hand stroking his hair. He took her other hand and held it, his eyes already drifting closed again.

She waited until his breathing was even and his body totally relaxed before she removed her hand and got up.

She returned to the nursery to find Narcissa trying to rock Caelum and give him a sippy cup of warm milk. He was fussing and struggling with her.

"Caelum."

He turned at the sound of her voice, holding out his arms. "Muh-meee."

She took the child from his grandmother, walking him back over to the bedroom door. "See?" she whispered. "It's okay. Daddy is sleeping again. He had a bad dream."

She brought the baby back to the rocking chair. Narcissa vacated the seat so she could sit down.

"Would you hand me his dragon and that little green blanket?" Luna asked her softly.

Narcissa retrieved them, and Luna expertly wrapped Caelum in the blanket, handed him his dragon, and coaxed him to drink from the sippy cup, cradling him against her chest and beginning to rock. His eyes started to close almost immediately.

Narcissa smiled. "Call me if you need me." she whispered. "But it looks like you have it under control."

Luna nodded and smiled at Narcissa, before pressing her lips to Caelum's forehead.


There was a soft tap at the door and then it was pushed open.

"Draco?" his mother's head looked into the nursery, then pushed the door fully open. "Your friends are here."

She stepped into the room followed by Vincent Crabbe and Greg Goyle.

Both of them stood there, mouths hanging open and eyes wide.

"I'll leave you to get reacquainted." Narcissa smiled sweetly at her son before leaving the room. Her son glared in return.

Draco handed his son to Luna, rising to his feet, approaching his guests with a smile on his lips and caution in his eyes.

"Duh." Caelum called after him uncertainly.

"Gentlemen." Draco addressed them.

He held out his hand, and Crabbe grasped it, their left arms coming around to embrace each other in a one armed hug while they shook hands.

"Malfoy." Crabbe grinned.

He turned to Goyle to repeat the action, but the taller boy grabbed Draco into a bear hug.

"Merlin, man, school just hasn't been the same without you there." Goyle gushed.

"Um, thanks." Draco stepped back a little uncertainly.

"Malfoy." Crabbe looked around the room. "Why do you have a crib in your room?"

Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed that the two apparently hadn't gotten any smarter without him. "This isn't my room. My room is next door. This is the nursery."

"Why are you in the nursery?" Crabbe continued. "Why aren't you downstairs with the adults?"

"Muh-mee?" Caelum stared uncertainly at the two newcomers.

"Because I'm spending time with my son." he spit the words out and held his breath.

"You have a kid?" Goyle's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

Crabbe's eyes widened and then narrowed as he realized who was holding the baby. "You had a baby with Loony Lovegood? How did the two of you have a baby with dark hair?"

Draco sighed. "She's not his mother. She takes care of him for me."

"Then why did he just call her mummy?" Goyle frowned.

"Because he can't say babysitter." Draco snapped. "Besides, he's just over a year old. He doesn't even know what mummy means."

"Why didn't you tell us you had a baby?" Crabbe looked slightly hurt.

"Because it wasn't something to brag about." Draco sighed again, feeling a little guilty. "Pansy and I had a fight. I sneaked off, went to Knockturn Alley, got drunk, and ended up with some slag. Nine months later she shows up with a kid that turned out to be mine. So my mother paid her off to go away and let us have the baby."

Crabbe and Goyle both nodded, apparently satisfied with Draco's story.

Draco glanced over at Luna. "Why don't you two go down and wait for me in the blue sitting room. Let me get a cloak and shoes and I'll be right down."

They both grinned.

"Okay!" Goyle agreed enthusiastically.

They filed out the door, slamming it behind them because neither one had ever learned to shut a door properly.

Draco turned to Luna, but she spoke first.

"Why did you lie to your friends?" she asked softly.

"That's the cover story my mother made up, what most of the Death Eaters believe. Caelum's mother was married to someone else when he was born, which would have caused a huge scandal." he shrugged.

"I meant telling them I was nothing more than Caelum's babysitter." there was hurt in her eyes.

She turned away, placing Caelum in his exercise bouncer.

"Luna." he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to say.

"Your friends are waiting for you." she reminded him, not turning around.