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"Harry?" Kayla climbed into her oldest brother's lap at breakfast the next morning. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "Can we go to the park today?"
"I'm afraid not, sweetie," Harry replied, yawning sleepily. "Sev and Katie are taking Draco to Australia for a week, so I'm going to spend the today with him, before he leaves. Maybe tomorrow, all right?"
"Okay," Kayla sighed, sliding off of his lap. She went into the living room with Sean, and Harry turned to his fathers. Remus looked exhausted, as he had stayed awake with Harry the night before, and Harry felt a stab of guilt in his chest.
Damn it, why didn't I just go back to sleep, or at least fake it? He shouldn't have felt like he had to stay up with me¼
Harry broke from his guilty daze when he realized that Sirius and Remus were both staring at him, concern written on their faces.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Sirius sighed, shaking his head.
"Harry, you look dead. Are you sure you're feeling up to going out today?"
"Of course! I'm just fine. Listen, I'm going to go change my clothes, and then I'm going to meet Draco in Hogsmeade. I'll see you later, all right?"
He downed the rest of his cereal, then gave each of his fathers a hug and went upstairs. After changing his clothes, he ran out of the house and made the five-minute trip to Hogsmeade. He met up with Draco at The Three Broomsticks and gave him a hug.
"Hey, love." Draco greeted him with a tiny peck on his lips, and the two made their way to a table, hand in hand. "You didn't come here by yourself, did you? You know you're not supposed to be out alone."
"Neither are you," Harry muttered. "I ran out before anybody could come with me. It was only a five-minute walk. Everything's fine." Draco stared at him for a moment, his eyes studying Harry's face.
"Is something wrong?" Draco reached for Harry's hand over the table, gently caressing his fingers. "You look¼tired. Exceptionally tired."
"Just fine," Harry assured him with a smile that seemed forced. He quickly changed the subject. "Now, what are we doing today?" Draco sighed, frowning.
"Why are you lying to me, love?" he asked, softly. "Something's wrong. I can tell." Harry glared at him, but finally gave in.
"I had a nightmare last night," he said, nonchalantly. "So what else is new?" He gave a tiny sigh and sniffled a little, which pressed a little 'Worry' button in Draco's mind. Draco moved around the table to sit next to Harry, placing an arm around his back and holding his hand.
"Honey, please," Draco murmured, leaning his head against Harry's. "Tell me what's on your mind." Harry blinked his eyes a couple times, then looked at Draco with sad eyes.
"It woke Dad and Daddy up," he whispered. "Daddy insisted on staying up with me the rest of the night. Neither of us went to sleep after about two o'clock, and he was exhausted at breakfast this morning. He shouldn't have had to do that for me, Draco. I should have faked sleeping or something, so he could go to sleep, and I--" He swallowed a little. "I'm causing problems again. I don't like causing problems."
"Oh, Harry, I'm sure he didn't mind," Draco assured him, gently rubbing his back. "If he did, then he wouldn't have done it."
"We had one of those...sappy father-son talks. You know, the kind you see in the movies and stuff? He wanted to know if I thought about what I'd do after graduation. And do you know what I said to him? I said 'I'm still wondering if I'm going to make it to graduation.'" Harry swiped at a tear on his cheek. "And he said that he and Dad will do anything they have to, to make sure I don't die until long after they're gone."
"Of course he said that," Draco said, softly. "What parent wants to bury their child? Honey, Remus and Sirius love you. They love you, and they care about you more than anything; you, Sean, and Kayla. They're your parents, and they want to keep you safe and happy. That's nothing for you to feel bad about. You're not causing them any problems. You're not causing anyone any problems." He kissed Harry's forehead. "Just forget about it, and try to be happy, all right? If I come home from Australia and find out that you've been moping about, then you're going to be in big trouble, love."
"I try," Harry insisted, an adorable pout forming on his lips. Draco smiled and kissed him.
"The threat still stands. Now come on. We're going to have fun today, since we won't see each other for a week." Draco grabbed Harry by his hand and dragged him out of The Three Broomsticks.
After several hours, the boys were walking through a field, a short distance away from the shopping town. They headed for a lake, hand in hand, when they suddenly felt themselves been ripped away from each other. Harry was thrown to the ground, hitting his head on a rock. He blinked his eyes as he became dizzy, and he saw two cloaked figures. Draco was struggling in the arms of one of them, but Harry couldn't hear anything they were saying. It was as if he'd gone deaf, until he heard one clear word.
"Stupefy!"