A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait, but I promise from now on the updates will be weekly. Please forgive me and let me know if you like how the story is going. Feel free to tell me things that you'd like to see the boys do in the future.
Chapter Thirteen
Narcissa watched the two six year olds as they ran ahead of her. Remus was chasing after the children, playfully pouncing and tickling them. They were on their way back from the infirmary and Severus was teaching his classes otherwise he would have been there. He couldn't afford to miss anymore days. Slytherins weren't stupid and they needed to keep the boy's presence in the castle secret a bit longer for their own safety.
"Momma!" Draco yelled as he turned and ran back to her.
She scolded him for his behavior. He was not behaving as Lord Malfoy should. They were in public (even though there was no one around, the castle hallways were considered public) and should act it. Draco waited with obvious impatience for her lecture to end and she straightened his long silky hair fondly. It fell past his shoulders now, and she could easily play with it now that Draco's head reached her waist. Harry was still much smaller, standing five inches shorter and weighing ten pounds less than her son.
"We want to go play outside." Draco said. "Let's go shopping. We need new things."
She looked past Draco to see Harry. The boy was looking at the ground shyly and twisting his shirt in his hands. She smiled and turned to look back at Draco, "Alright. We shall go shopping instead of having morning lessons. But you will not miss tumbling this afternoon. I've scheduled you an appointment at a new school."
"Yes, Mother." Draco said primly and went back to Remus and Harry.
She felt pride in her son and pain. He was growing up so fast. She was very grateful to have him as a child again and knew he needed to be returned to his rightful age, but couldn't help enjoying every extra second of him being young and needing her again. Remus looked back at her with a knowing smile and she invited him along. He readily accepted.
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Draco didn't know what was wrong, but was determined to do something about it. There was a heaviness in his baby that had never been there before. And ever since they woke up that morning, Harry wouldn't look at him or anyone in the eye. Draco was about ready to scream. He thought going out would make him feel better. It was always fun for him, but it seemed to make it worse instead. He just couldn't understand.
They were standing in a huge toy store in Paris and all Harry could do was stand mutely. His mommy was worried as well, but Harry wouldn't answer her. Moony had tried to get Harry to relax too, but his baby was having none of it. Eventually, Draco had enough and ordered the two adults to leave them. Mommy didn't want to, Draco knew, but he stared her down as he had been taught and she finally went to the other side of the store with Moony.
"Baby, what's the matter?" He asked gently, taking his best friend's hand. "There's lots of toys here. Come look with me."
Harry nodded, but still wouldn't look up or speak. Draco wrapped an arm around him and led him down the isles. He pointed out games, figurines, and stuffed animals. Harry would nod when he asked if he liked a certain thing, but whenever Draco tried to get him to take it, his baby would shake his head hard from side to side. Draco could feel his panic, so he would move on.
"Mommy. I'm ready to go." He said stiffly.
"Are you sure, Draco? You haven't picked anything out yet." She asked with a worried frown.
"What's the matter, cub?" Moony asked, on his knees in front of the small boy. Harry didn't speak.
"Let's go now." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and they left.
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"What do you think is wrong with him?" Remus asked Severus when the Potions Master finally came down the corridor. He had been waiting patiently for the dark-haired man to finish dinner in the Great Hall. Narcissa had thought it was best if Severus was warned of Harry's behavior before he came home for the night.
"I don't know." Severus frowned and thought back to what he had learned from the house from when Harry was six. "But it is most likely due to the Dursleys."
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Draco had enough. After they had dinner, he slipped from his chair and grabbed Harry's hand. He practically dragged the boy off and he snapped at his mother to leave them. Narcissa's eyes narrowed, but she didn't protest. Draco led Harry to their bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him. Harry scooted away from him and began trembling, face still determinedly averted.
"What is wrong?" He demanded angrily, stomping his foot. "Why won't you talk to me? Stop it this instant!"
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered.
"Look at me!" Draco screamed and grabbed Harry by the shoulders. Harry looked up and his eyes were dark and filled with tears. Strangely, though Draco felt fear from the smaller boy, he also felt relief. "Stop that! You're being stupid! I tried to make you feel better and you won't be happy! Why aren't you happy?"
"I'm bad." Harry whispered. "I shouldn't be here. I need to be punished 'cause I ate too much and made you mad. I'm sorry, Ray. Don't be mad. I'll be better. I won't get your things dirty or make a mess."
Draco released Harry and looked at the smaller boy helplessly. What was Harry saying? It didn't make sense at all. He felt tears burn his eyes and he ran from the room. Harry watched him leave and, though it hurt, knew that was what he deserved. He was bad and dirty and shouldn't ever be happy cause that meant he needed more punishments and he didn't want punishments, though he knew he needed them 'cause he was bad and they were the only way he could get better. His confused thoughts broke as a large shadow loomed in the doorway. Harry looked up at his daddy in horror.
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Severus watched Harry's eyes fill with fear before the small child looked toward the ground. He stood absolutely still and stiff. Severus knew he was waiting for the blows he was sure to come. He came forward and dropped to his knees, starling the boy enough to make him meet his eyes once more.
"Harry, you are not at your aunt and uncle's. You know that."
"Yes." Harry said uncertainly.
"You are here in my home with Draco and Ms. Malfoy and Moony. We are not the Dursley's. Therefore we don't think like them. Do you understand?"
"No, sir." Harry admitted slowly and cringed.
Severus grabbed the boy's face gently and tilted it up, "Exactly this. We care for you. You are not bad. You are not being punished. We want you to be happy because when you are not it makes us very upset. Draco is out there right now crying and throwing a tantrum because he doesn't understand why you are doing this to yourself."
Harry's eyes widened and tears fell from them, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
"Shhh, Harry." Severus wrapped him in a tight embrace.
He just couldn't look at the mentally twisted child before him. He felt sick thinking of what it took to make an innocent six year old believe so fully in their own worthlessness that they actually wanted punishments. He knew how confusing all this must be for Harry even with the last two weeks to teach him that he was safe and cared for.
"Why don't we go out and see if we can make Draco feel better?"
"What do I do?" Harry sniffed, trembling.
"You are to be happy. Smile and play with him. Show him that you," Severus hesitated, but there was only one word he could use, "... love him still."
Harry nodded. They arrived in the living room to find a fuming Draco standing by the fireplace with his arms crossed over his chest and ignoring his mother completely. Remus was sitting on the couch, smiling sadly at the scene as Narcissa tried to talk reason and understanding into her son.
"Ray?" Harry said nervously as he went over to his friend. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry, Ray. I'm better now."
Draco turned around and eyed Harry suspiciously. Severus said nothing. Narcissa held her breath. She didn't know what would happen to the damaged little brunette if Draco were to reject him now. But Draco didn't. He pulled Harry into an angry hug. Harry returned it more gently.
"Don't do that ever again!" Draco ordered, eyes bright. "I mean it, Baby."
"'Kay." Harry agreed easily. "I'll be good."
Draco nodded and turned to his mother, "We want desert."
Narcissa frowned, "Ask nicely, Draco."
"Please, order us desert, Mother." Draco rolled his eyes as he said it. Harry looked horrified at such behavior.
"You will not get what you want from people if you make them not want to do it." Narcissa lectured. "You are Lord Malfoy. You need to be proud, but arrogance will get you nowhere."
"Yes, Mother. I know." Draco insisted. "But you're Mommy. I don't haveta pretend with you."
"You shouldn't have to pretend to be nice. You should have to pretend to be arrogant." Remus laughed.
"Are we getting desert or not?" Draco demanded, hands on hips.
"I'll get it." Harry offered hurriedly. Daddy had made it clear that it was his job to keep Draco happy.
"Sweetie, you don't know how and Draco needs to understand this." Narcissa turned her attention back to her son. "You are to respect me and when you talk to me like that you make it seem like you don't. And if I do not have your respect, then you do not have mine. I do not have to do as you like. I only have to do what I like and right now that isn't making you happy."
"Here you go, Ray." Harry offered the chocolate cake to his friend.
The adults stared in wonder. Harry hadn't moved. He had stood there the whole time. So how did he get cake? Narcissa and Remus shared an awed, nervous glance. Severus stared at Harry and asked where he got it from. The boy looked confused and afraid. Draco slid their daddy a questioning glance, but Severus shook his head to keep him from interfering.
"Was I bad?" Harry fretted.
"No, Harry." Severus assured calmly. "I was just wondering where you got the cake."
"I don't know." The boy frowned and looked at the desert Draco was holding. "I just wanted Draco to be happy and thought hard on what he liked best and then I had it so I gave it to him. Is it wrong?"
"No." Draco smiled sweetly and leaned over to kiss his cheek making Harry relax and smile back. "Is my favorite. Thank you, Baby."
"Welcome." Harry blushed happily.
Narcissa opened her mouth to tell Draco he couldn't eat it because of his behavior, but Severus stopped her. The boys walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen talking about nothing really. Remus followed after taking in Narcissa's dark expression and Severus' blank one.
"Why did you stop me? Draco has to learn the difference between spoiled and proud behavior. The longer you wait to instill those values, the harder it becomes."
"I am aware." Severus conceded. "But he knows those values already. And Harry is confused. We best not make it worse."
"Draco is just as important as Harry." Narcissa snapped. "I will not allow my son to fall into damaging habits."
"Harry needs to feel like he has worth, Narcissa. And if you had told him that it was wrong to do what he did you will only enforce his belief that he can do nothing right."
"If Harry's presence keeps me from disciplining my son, then perhaps we should leave." She said evenly.
"Narcissa, don't threaten me." Severus answered, ice creeping into his voice.
"It is not a threat. I've come to believe it would be healthy for the boys to spend some time apart. Perhaps Remus can take care of Harry during the day while I take Draco to lessons. We'd be back by dinner."
"Just a little more time, please, Narcissa." Severus said coolly. "Let them adjust a few days to being six."
"I shall see." She answered and went to sit with her son.
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Severus took the boys to the bathroom and rolled up his sleeves as they stripped. Harry had been much better since their confrontation in the sitting room an hour earlier. He was acting much as he had before aging to six years old. But now he was quiet and withdrawn again. Severus sighed and lifted Draco into the tub before reaching for Harry. He felt a slight tremor in the boy's body and frowned.
Harry sat stiffly in the tub and Draco responded by sitting still and watching him carefully. Severus tried to act like he noticed none of this and began washing them. Draco submitted, but Harry began to shake more. Finally, he could ignore it no longer. "What is wrong, Harry?" He asked gently.
The boy shook his head. Draco frowned and looked to Severus worriedly, "He's afraid. Very."
Harry began to cry and stutter his apologies. Draco went to him and hugged him tight.
"There is nothing to be sorry for. It is alright to be afraid. But why are you afraid?" Severus asked casually, rinsing Draco's hair very carefully. This was really difficult to do when the boys were sitting so close together.
"I don't like the water." Harry admitted shakily, clinging to Draco. "You can't bree've in water."
Severus froze as the implications of that statement came to him. Draco of course didn't know what Harry's words meant and innocently said, "Of course you can't. That's why you hold your breath. Right, Daddy?"
"That is true, Draco." Severus agreed slowly and took Harry's face in his hands. "I wouldn't do that. You will not be pushed under. I promise. Now relax so I can rinse you off."
"Why would you think Daddy would push you under?" Draco frowned. But Harry couldn't answer. Draco still felt the fear and vulnerability coming to him from his baby and turned Harry's face to him as he had seen their Daddy do. "I wouldn't let you get hurt, Baby. I will protect you. Even from Daddy, I would."
Harry launched himself toward Draco and began to cry. Draco looked panicked, but held him. Severus sighed and simply spelled soap from the boys. He wrapped them in the same large towel and held them close. "I told you, Harry. You are not bad here. The Dursley's were wrong about you. They couldn't see you the way we can. You don't have to be afraid here. You can be happy here."
"We love you, Baby." Draco added. "Don't be scared or sad no more."
Harry held tighter and whispered to both of them, "Love you so much. Don't want you to go away."
"We're not going anywhere." Severus promised.
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That night Harry woke to a nightmare. Draco woke too and ordered the control globe to turn the lights on. Harry was crying into his shoulder and Draco did his best to calm him. He was glad when their daddy and his mommy came in, woken by the alarm bells. Daddy came over and rubbed at his baby's back and Draco just held tight, waiting for the fear and grief breaking his heart to ease.
"Harry, what's the matter?" Severus asked gently. The boy just shook his mutely and burrowed more into Draco's side.
"Harry, sweetie, are you alright?" Narcissa asked as she reached over and ran a pale hand through his hair. She saw Severus smirking at her from the corner of her eye and cast him a glare. The boy nodded under her hand, but still wouldn't come out.
"Baby, tell us what you dreamed." Draco begged. "Was it the scary man with red eyes again?"
"No." Harry whispered, pulled out of his fear by Draco's pleading voice. "I… I was back in my cupboard and… and Uncle was yelling that… that you weren't coming back for me… that you n-n-never l-l-love me cause I'm a bad, filthy, f-f-freak and you were playing a j-j-joke on me making me think you l-l-love me."
Severus pulled the sobbing child into his arms and stood, rocking him back and forth as if he were an infant. Draco was in his own mother's arms. The two blondes were whispering to each other. Draco was asking in a pitiful whimper why Harry never believed him and Narcissa was doing her best to explain why Harry was hurting the way he was. She hadn't wanted to mention the abuse, but knew she couldn't hide it from her son any longer. It was tearing him up too much.
Unaware of any of this, Severus was again tirelessly repeating all the reassurances that Harry needed; "You are not ever going back to your aunt and uncle's. I promise Harry. You are living with me now and Draco wouldn't let anyone hurt you. He loves you. So does Moony. You are worthy of love. You make us happy when you're happy. We would never get rid of you."
"Even you?" Harry asked in a sleepy whisper.
"Especially me." Severus admitted, tightening his arms around the fragile child. "Harry, I… I'm very happy to have you with me and I won't leave you or let you leave. You're stuck with me for a very long time."
"Are you really my daddy? How come… how come you didn't die in the car crash with mommy?" Harry's green eyes looked up at Severus trustingly and he knew he had to be very careful on how he answered these questions.
"Harry, child, your parents didn't die in a car crash. The Dursley's lied about that as well. Tomorrow, while Draco is taking his lessons on politics and acting, Moony will take you aside and teach you all about James and Lily Potter, your parents. They are dead, but they loved you with all their heart and had no idea you were going to go live with the Dursley's when they passed on."
"Oh." Harry's eyes teared up and Severus could feel the boy pulling away from him. "So you aren't my daddy."
His throat tightened and he prayed he'd have the strength to say what Harry needed most. He cleared his throat and Harry looked up at him with wounded, sad eyes. "Just because your birth parents are gone does not mean that there is no one left to take care of you. You have a family who love you. Draco is in it and so is Moony. And I know Narcissa, Ms. Malfoy, cares very much about you too. And… and I would like to be in your family. I… would like to be your… second father… for as long as you will have me."
"You want me? You want to be my daddy?" Harry asked with complete surprise.
"Yes." Severus answered. He stood still, waiting to be rejected. Therefore he was shocked when Harry leaned up and wrapped his arms around his neck and began crying into his shoulder. "Harry?"
"Thank you for being my daddy." Harry answered, still crying. "I was so afraid and alone. I wanted a daddy so bad. I love you, Daddy."
Severus rocked the boy, "Never again will you be alone, Harry. That I swear."
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The next morning, both Draco and Harry were subdued. They were both tired and Draco was still trying to come to terms with everything his mother had told him that night. His gray eyes landed on the boy in his thoughts. He sensed fatigue and nervous excitement. It was better than the depression of the day before, but he missed the simple happiness only Harry could feel.
"Are you okay, Ray?" Harry asked softly. Usually he was the last to dress.
Draco shook his head, "Yeah. I'm fine, Baby." And offered a large fake smile. Harry smiled back and hugged him, making Draco's smile more real. But the blonde was bothered by something. How come Harry didn't know he was faking? Couldn't he feel him inside like Draco could?
"Are you boys ready now?" Narcissa asked. She thought the boys were old enough to gain a bit of independence and had them get dressed by themselves after she laid out their outfits for them. Draco nodded and Harry smiled shyly. She gave them both a good morning and knelt to straighten their clothes. "Draco, you'll be coming with me in the sitting room for lessons. Harry will be going to the play room for his own studies."
"What?" Draco stared at her in surprise. "Baby stays with me."
"We'll just be in another room, Dragon." Narcissa said firmly. "You'll see each other soon for lunch and then your tumbling lessons."
The boys hadn't enjoyed their new tumbling school in Germany. Draco couldn't speak the language as well as he could English and French, and Harry had been behaving oddly. She hoped now that they had things straightened out a bit with Harry, they'd have fun. The teacher was a really nice man.
Draco glared mutinously, but the use of his nickname was enough to keep him silent. Harry began to fret at his anger, offering to skip going with Moony. Draco could feel that Harry wanted to go to Moony and learn about his parents, but he honestly would rather Draco be happy and was willing to give that up just to do that. Draco relaxed and grabbed Harry into a hug.
"I love you, Harry." He said and kissed his cheek. "You go see Moony. I'll see you for lunch and stupid tumbling lessons."
Harry smiled sweetly and kissed Draco's lips before running off to the playroom. Draco watched with happy eyes, but frowned. "He didn't eat breakfast."
"We'll just make sure he eats a lot at lunch." Narcissa laughed. "He's obviously too distracted to eat now."
"Fine." Draco huffed and followed his mother into the kitchen.
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Harry settled in Moony's lap. The man had a white box at his feet and it was filled with pictures inside. He slowly lifted a picture from the top and gave it to Harry. A man and woman stood smiling in it and playing with a baby. It was him and his parents. Harry's eyes filled with tears. The people here didn't look at all like drunks or worthless freaks. They were beautiful and happy.
Remus began to tell Harry about his parents when they were in Hogwarts. He told him how James and Lily met and all about what was going on after he was born. He mentioned the war, but very vaguely. He only said "bad things were happening" and "a bad man was hurting lots of people". More pictures were handed to the child every now and then and Harry listened with all his attention. Both were crying by the time Remus got to James and Lily's death and again he softened it as much as he could.
Draco came into the room. He had told his mother he was getting them for lunch, but he knew that Harry was very sad and confused. He went to Moony's side and after tugging on his sleeve was able to climb into his lap next to Harry. Harry stuttered the bare essentials and Draco held him as he cried. He wished Harry's parents weren't dead. If they hadn't died, his baby would never have gone to his aunt and uncle's to be hurt.
"Come on, boys." Remus sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "I believe it is lunch time. And don't worry Harry; we'll talk about your parents every morning before we do your letters and lessons."
Severus had left him in charge of Harry's morning lessons since he couldn't be there. Draco was learning acting, politics, family history, and current family business. He no longer needed lessons in reading, writing, or math because he was able to recall those skills from before the spell. Harry still needed to learn those and also to begin memorizing offense and defense spells. Severus hoped by seven or eight the boy would be ready to actually begin duel training.
The boys ate lunch and Narcissa flooed them to Germany. Draco still was disgruntled about not being able to understand or speak properly, but Harry was much happier and not bothered by the language gap. He was use to it from the tumbling lessons in France. So the blonde relaxed a bit and didn't complain quite as much as he did the day before to his mother when they got home.
There was still an hour or so before dinner, so Draco drug Harry into the playroom. The boys were soon laughing and messing about. It was a relief from all the serious things from the day before and that morning to be able to play and act their age. By the time Narcissa came to collect them, they were sweaty, their clothes were torn, and their hair was in wild disarray. But she said nothing about that for both boys wore a wide happy grin.
Severus was pleased with Harry's cheerfulness when he came down for the night. He and the boys played a bit and he gave them baths before tucking them in. Draco demanded a story and Harry was giggling by the end where the talking broomstick tried to get a job, too afraid of heights to do what he was meant to do and fly.
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The days passed in this manner uneventfully. Narcissa was satisfied with the boys being separated for morning lessons that she didn't take Draco away. The boys were learning fast and Harry's third favorite thing was learning about his parents. His second favorite thing was their nighttime ritual with their daddy and, much to Draco's delight, Harry's first favorite thing was the blonde boy himself.
The small brunette had nightmares, but only twice woke up because of them. Draco was already awake both times and in his small high voice sung to Harry as he held him to make him feel better. Severus and Narcissa were woken by the bells, but wouldn't come in unless the boys didn't fall back to sleep within ten minutes or so. Neither time were they needed. Harry was well taken care of by his blonde friend.
The weekend came and the three adults planned an outing. The boys were clueless, so when Saturday morning came and Narcissa laid out for them warm travel clothes, Draco yelled in excitement and began bouncing around demanding to know where they were going and what they were going to do. Harry laughed at his antics and began pulling on the clothes.
"Now listen." Narcissa said firmly after the boys inhaled breakfast. Severus and Remus were sitting at their placed around the table smiling at the children's happiness. "Your daddy and I went to a lot of trouble to set this up. Don't make us regret it. I mean it, Draco."
"I'll be good!" Draco promised and squirmed in his seat.
"You better." She warned, pointing a long finger at him. "No running off with out one of us, no tantrums. You are to hold yourself with pride. You may have fun, but no screaming and you will listen to us when we talk to you."
"Yes, Mother." Draco promised solemnly.
"Yes, Miss Malfoy." Harry echoed.
"Good. Come with me." Severus reached for Harry's hand and Draco grabbed Harry's other. Narcissa and Remus followed them to the sitting room. Severus stopped in front of the floo and knelt. "Do not take these bracelets off. They will let us find you should we get separated, which we won't."
"Yes, Daddy." Draco and Harry said together, admiring the silver medal rings that shrank to fit around their wrists snugly.
"Very good." Severus ruffled Harry's hair and squeezed Draco's shoulder. The boy's long blonde hair was in a tight braid and he knew both he and Narcissa would be angry if he messed it up. "I will go first with Harry. Draco, you'll follow with your mother."
He lifted the smaller boy and threw floo powder into the fire. A flash of green light and they were gone. Narcissa followed quickly with Draco and Remus came last. The five of them found themselves in a large round room. There was no furniture or windows, but sitting on the floor in the center was a small stack of papers. Still holding Harry, Severus bent and picked them up.
"We have thirty seconds." He informed them and Narcissa and Remus placed their hands on the paper. Draco grinned at Harry from his mother's arms and Harry giggled nervously in response, his eyes bright with excitement. Without warning, the paper activated and there was a firm tug in his stomach and the world swirled away.
They appeared in a very similar room, but this one had a door instead of a fireplace and a man standing guard beside it. The man looked over the papers and nodded to let them through saying, "Enjoy your trip, Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe. Mr. Gardener."
Bright clear sunshine blinded them as they stepped out onto a street. Harry gapped in wonder and Draco grinned. Hundreds of brightly dressed people were walking up and down a wide lane with booths with multi-colored awnings lining the path on each side. Wandering musicians were playing up-beat traditional Greek songs and venders were shouting out prices and advertisements in many languages. The path was white, the sky an incredible blue, and the smell of the ocean mingled with the smell of pastries and fried foods.
"Welcome to Thessaloniki, Greece, and the International Trade Fair." Moony laughed.
Draco wiggled and was placed on the ground. Severus put Harry beside him. The small boy was curious, but very frightened of the large crowd of strangers. Draco took his hand and pulled the boy with him. Harry smiled sweetly and put his thumb in his mouth, letting the blonde guide and protect him.
The stands had items of all kinds. Most were Greek in origin, but there were things from all around the world. They saw clothes, furniture, weapons, toys; anything you could ever imagine was being sold on that boardwalk. Draco and Harry stopped by the musicians often and watched the people who would stop and dance. Draco and Harry would join in and Draco would laugh at the attention they gathered. Everyone thought they were so adorable. Harry would turn bright red at the praise and would run off to Severus.
They ate pastries and crepes and roast meat. They bought kites and flew them on the beach. The water was so very blue and the sand sparkling white. The water was too cold to swim in that time of year, but the boys had fun nevertheless. They saw a Greek puppet show and it was fun to watch even without knowing what they were saying.
Draco bought dolls and puppets and toys. Harry asked for nothing, but accepted with a joyful smile a royal blue gypsy shawl with small gold coins on the edge from Severus. He wrapped it around his chest like a toga and it tinkled softly whenever Harry moved. Remus took tons of pictures and chased after the boys when they ran from sight to sight. Severus and Narcissa followed at a more stately pace, content and happy with the day.
By nightfall, the boys were exhausted. They returned to the room they had portkeyed into and returned to the room with the fireplace. Harry and Draco were asleep by the time they flooed into Severus' quarters. Harry's head rested on Severus' shoulder, pink mouth slightly open, the blue shawl still jingled happily as he laid Harry out on his bed. Draco was placed beside him, snoring softly. With a few flicks of her wand, Narcissa removed their clothes and dressed them in their pajamas. Severus lovingly ran a hand through Harry's hair and walked quietly from the room. Narcissa followed after lightly kissing them both.
They found Remus already asleep on the couch. Severus laughed. Chasing after two hyper six year olds would have worn anyone out and here was the proof. He was just glad the Wolf had been there; otherwise it would be him dropping from exhaustion. Narcissa smiled and came to Severus' side. He was shocked when she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and whispered goodnight. Yes. It had been a good week. He only hoped that the boys as seven year olds would be just as pleasant.
Chapter end.
A/N: The Thessaloniki International Trade Fair is a real fair in Greece that happens at the end of September.
A/N2: Feel free to tell me in a review things that you'd like to see the boys do in the future.
