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Harry was irritated. Absolutely and completed irritated. After dropping the papers off at Hermione's place, transferring all control of Scorpius's medical well-being to her more than capable hands, he'd come to the Ministry... and had gotten the run-around. Getting Draco Malfoy's wand back was taking hours that Harry didn't want to spend at the bloody Ministry. He was sent from the First Level to the Tenth and back again and now, in the Wizengamot Administration Services on the Second Level, he was resisting the urge to gnash his teeth together.

"Listen up, Hopkins, I don't give a bloody damn if I'm not a relative, I filled out the damn papers your bloody secretary gave me. And I have a page to prove that you have his wand and I want it. Now."

"No! You listen here, Potter. It specifically states that you need to have a family relationship to the wand owner to be able to obtain the bloody damn thing!" His finger jammed down on to the piece of paper, signaling a rule written in the massive jumble of text that was supposed to justify his words. "And last time I checked you have no relation to Malfoy!"

Harry leaned forward, straightening to his full height and glaring daggers at the Hufflepuff he hardly even recognized. "That wand is just as much mine as it is his." His chin angled dangerously. "Unless you've completely forgotten, I killed Voldemort with that wand. And I'm also legal guardian of his cousin, making me family." And even he knew that was stretching it a little, but Hopkins didn't need to know that.

Hopkin's glared, hands planted firmly on his desk as he practically spat in the others face. "I don't give a flying fuck who you killed Potter. No relation. No wand. No exception. Now leave before I call security." he sat back down in his brown upholstered chair with grace befitting that of a beached whale.

"Hopkins, I know every single person on your security team and they won't do a thing to me. I will go to Shackleboltif you don't stop acting like a child."

He glared up from his seat, hand clasped firmly together on top of his desk. "Was that a threat, Potter?"

Harry lifted a brow. "I've looked at the files that detail why Malfoy's wand was taken. The reasons are lame excuses for your departments lack of work, and I have a letter from Malfoy's son's physician explaining why Malfoy's forcibly repressed magic may be worsening the boy's condition. You have to give me that wand or I can very easily arrest you right now for attempted murder."

"I don't have to do-"
"Stupefy!"

Seamus smiled abashedly, waving a wand-clasped hand from behind his now frozen boss. "H-Hiya Harry! Sorry about him..." He rushed forward, reaching around Hopkins and tugging open a desk drawer with a muttered spell. "Extendable Extension Charm!" he exclaimed, "Hermione's a genius, she is! Here ya go!" A wand was tossed Harry's way. "That's Malfoy's, innit?"

Harry looked at the hawthorn, could feel the magic in it straining. He had to get this to Draco. He looked up, grinned at Seamus. "Sticking your neck out there, aren't you?"

He grinned, giving a wink of his eye that was suspiciously missing one eyebrow, as he turned back towards his office. "For you, 'Arry? Anythin'."

Smiling, Harry tucked the wand back up his sleeve. "Let Dean know I said hi, then."

A blush spread its way across the Irish-man's cheeks, ducking his head as if to hide the tell-tale signs of the redness blooming its way across his cheeks. "I-I will."

With a laugh, Harry gave a nod and swept out. He headed down the hall to his own office, where he could leave by floo. Hopefully, Draco had kept his open. He took a pinch of powder from the little canister on his mantle and tossed it in. "Malfoy Flat," he said clearly and stepped through, coming out with a small stumble into Draco's living room. One of these days, he'd be able to floo perfectly.

"HARRY! HARRY!" A voice screamed loudly, feet pounding in to the living room. Scorpius slipped on the carpet, his hands catching him before his was up and running towards the brunette screaming bloody murder in the form of the Boy-Who-Lived's name. "Daddy is b-b-bleeding!"

Bleeding? The worst flashed through Harry's mind, making his knees weak. Oh, no. Eyes wide, he plucked the child up. "Where is he?"

"B-B-Bathroom." His eyes were wide and watering, tears dripping down against his cheeks as his little bottom lip quivered. Perry was nowhere in sight.

Harry carried him off. "Where's Perry at?"

Scorpius sniffled softly, a small whimper escaping his lips. "P-Protecting daddy..." His arms locked around Harry's neck tightly, most likely as tight as a little boy as frail as him could grab.

"Okay. That's good. Unicorns are excellent protectors."

Scorpius smiled widely passed his tears. "I-I know!" He wiggled his feet. "H-He's the best!" They reached the bathroom door, the white wood in their faces as it was closed firmly.

Harry set Scorpius down. "You go on to your room, alright? I'll send Perry out when everything's okay again."

The little boy shook his head. "N-No! I-I need to see if d-daddy is alright!"

The bathroom door was swung open, Draco leaning a hip against the counter as he poked and prodded at his own lip that was split open, blood dripping down his chin and into the sink. "Scorpius doesn't do well with blood when it's coming from other people. His own blood seems to fascinate him." The blonde rose an eyebrow, looking at his face from side to side in the mirror as he wiped away some of the blood with a hiss and a small grimace of pain.

"Godric, Draco." Harry's shoulders sagged in relief, heart still racing from the momentary panic. "There, Scorpius, see? He's just fine."

"N-No he's not! L-Look!" Scorpius pointed a shaky finger at Draco's face, his father looking down at him with a raised eyebrow. "B-B-Blood!" The little child squeaked as if he were about to kneel over.

Harry set him down, lifting his wand and tapping it lightly on Draco's lip. "Episkey," he murmured, and let the spell do its work.

Draco gave a small hiss, a small cringe as he gently touched his lip. "T-Thanks, Po- Harry." He grabbed a towel, dabbing away the blood before smiling in to the mirror. No blood? He turned his head side to side and grinned again, checking his teeth for any signs of the red liquid as well. No.

He turned giving a small smile to Scorpius and holding his arms open, the child instantly running in to them with a small, gratified squeak, his little feet carrying him into his daddy's open arms. "D-Daddy! Are you okay? Did the bad man hurt you?"

Harry's eyes narrowed a fraction. "Bad man?" he repeated.

Draco rolled his eyes, kissing the top of Scorpius's head and handing him Perry from atop the counter. Perry was a little worse for wear, a few smudges of dirt against his pure white fur and his mane of blue hair was a little tangled. "Why don't you go get Perry all cleaned up? I'm all protected now," he whispered quietly, placing the unicorn in Scorpius's arms and kissing his forehead. The child nodded, ambling out of the bathroom after bumping in to Harry's leg, his knees still a little weak. Both tiny arms were clasped firmly around the unicorn as he meandered into his bedroom.

Harry took a hold of Draco's hand, tugging him close. "What happened?"

Draco gave a small sigh, welcoming the touch as he leaned into it. "Just some ruffian wizard who still had his head back in the war-days. Death Eater scum and all that." He didn't bother mentioning to Harry that the Dark Mark on his arm drove him crazy. He wrapped an arm around Harry's waist so he didn't push the sleeve of his shirt up and itch at the annoying ink.

For most members of the Death Eater crowd the Mark burned itself away, leaving nothing but a horrified scar. But for Draco, for some strange reason, only the bottom portion of the snake's tail had burned off, everything else still remained as vile and as... there as they were the day he received the damn thing.

And Draco hadn't even had his wand. It could've been so much worse. Harry wrapped his arms carefully around the other man. "And you told me to be careful?"

Draco rolled his eyes, nipping at Harry's bottom lip lightly, cautiously. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Potter. You and I are on completely difference levels of 'needing to be careful.'"

"I realize that." Harry threaded his fingers through Draco's hair, smiling slowly since Draco was awake and everything seemed to be alright. "I have something for you."

Draco leaned his head in to the touch before he blinked, his eyes meeting those of shocking emerald green. He gasped after a moment, his hand shaking lightly against Harry's hip. "M-My wand?"

"I told you I'd get it back," Harry murmured, the hand in his hair sliding down to cup his cheek. "Let's go to the living room. I'm not entirely sure what'll happen when you actually touch it."

Draco gave a small nod, his right hand shaking slightly. To finally be able to hold a wand after all this time? Draco couldn't even remember how long its been since he was able to do some of the simplest spells... A year? Two? He couldn't wait to feel the magic - his magic - coursing through his hand again.

Harry took a hold of Draco's hand, leading him out and down the hall. He couldn't imagine what it must be like, having magic only to have it yanked away and suppressed. He sank down onto the couch and retrieved the wand from his sleeve before cautiously offering it.

Draco's hand shook almost violently has he reached out, cautiously pausing as his eyes assessed Harry's face, as if he believed the man would offer up the wand just to take it back with a small laugh and an "A-ha, you're not getting it back!"

"Draco," Harry whispered, smiling, "take your magic back."

His hand closed around the base of the hawthorn wand, a gasp forcibly leaving his chest as the flat practically swooned. It bent under his magic, the wood of his apartment croaking nosily as Draco's hand closed around his wand for the first time in a very long time.

Harry shuddered, his own hand jerking away from the hawthorn as if burned.

Draco took in a shuddering breath, swallowing audibly as he flicked his wand just marginally and the cuppa on the coffee table not even a meter away burst into shards, sending pieces of green glass across the room. Draco gave a small smile.

A shield snapped up instinctively as Harry watched the shards. He was at once thankful that Scorpius was in his room, even as he wondered how the child had reacted to the sudden burst of magical energies. Perhaps they should've done this outside...

Draco laughed warmly, the sound carrying across the room as he flicked his wand. Books flew from the bookshelves that lined the wall, stacking themselves on the table that had cleaned itself with another flick. A cup of steaming out tea flew out of the kitchen next as well as Scorpius' toys organizing themselves in front of the fireplace. Another laugh had Draco collapsing against the couch, a few stray tears pouring down his cheeks as he gripped his wand tightly.

"Don't do too much at once," Harry murmured, reaching out and touching the man's cheek. "You might scare Scorpius."

"I know." The other man answered blissfully, just finally happy to have his magic back and flowing through his veins, slowly leaking out of its pathetic bind deep inside."O-Oh Harry..." He held his wand tightly, letting out a dreamy sigh. "I can do magic again."

Harry nodded. "I'm going to make sure no one ever dares to take it away again. I promise you that."

Draco took a few moments to collect himself, taking a few deep breaths as he gently ran his fingers over the wood, breath catching slightly as he ran it over the small, marginal chip right at the bottom of the handle that he made in sixth year. "I... I really do owe you, Potter. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The shield dropped away and Harry closed his eyes, feeling Draco's magic pulsing and growing beside him. It had been well-worth the irritation at the Ministry.

He gave a small smile, standing on placing his wand in his pocket. "Well, come on then. Get up. Scorpius will be wanting to see you now that he's done crying over my spilt blood." He held a hand out after a moment's consideration.

Harry clasped the blonde's hand, rising. "I'll be glad to see him, too."

"You better. Can't have you crushing my son's heart at the prospect of a new father, now can you?" Draco chided lightly, walking down the hallway, his hand clasped firmly in Harry's as he reached Scorpius's door. "Scorp?" He knocked lightly before pushing the white door open, ignoring the signs that said 'Scorpius's Room!' in big blue letters with a small child-drawn unicorn picture below. 'And Perry!'

Draco's face flashed with a moment of pain before he dropped Harry's hand and walked in to the room, kneeling down next to the little blonde boy who was attempting to pull on a new shirt but alas, the sleeves and the hole for his bright blonde head had gotten tangled and Scorpius was... well... stuck. Scorpius was bone thin, his ribs poking out from underneath pale, almost translucent flesh. His hip bones were pointy from beneath the edge of his pants and his arms were thin and had almost no muscle tone that a five year old boy, as active as the one before the elder Malfoy, should have.

"Oh Scorp..." Draco chuckled softly, a hint of underline sadness evident in his tone to anyone that would listen. Which, at this point in the elder Malfoy's life, was as many people that he could count on one hand.

Harry sighed quietly. He'd seen how rail thin he'd looked in the tub, but now, with Hermione's time limit in mind, it gave him a pang. He shouldn't be so thin and small... He just shouldn't. He walked in after Draco, settling beside him. He laid a hand on the blonde man's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Who taught you how to get dressed, Scorp?" he teased.

The boy giggled, the sound muffled by his Slytherin green shirt that was covered in little, baby-like silver coloured snakes. "Daddy-"

"Oh no you don't!" Draco laughed warmly, grabbing Scorpius around the belly and pulling him closer, fixing his shirt quickly and help pull the shirt over his head before tickling his stomach, the little boy's shrieks of laughter echoing around the room. "You taught yourself!" He laughed warmly, his son wiggling wildly in his lap.

Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Draco, trapping Scorpius between them. They were a beautiful pair that just couldn't be separated. He wouldn't let it happen.

Scorpius popped his head out from between the elder wizards' arms, smiling widely and giggling, snuggling up in their arms. Draco smiled at Harry, glancing back down at his son and kissing his head. Draco had never really been optimistic, but maybe now it was the time to turn that around and come out of the metaphorical dungeon that he shoved himself in when he found out his son was sick.

"Hermione wants to see him again, later tonight after she's had time to review his files. Is that alright?"

Draco nodded, wiggling his fingers against Scorpius's stomach to get the boy laughing again after a few moments of tense silence. "Yes, of course. Tell her I'll leave the floo open."

"Is Mrs. Her-my-ninny coming ober again?"

"It's over Scorpius, and yes. Mrs. Weasley is coming over."
"Yay!" The little boy wiggled happily, thoughts swarming with little fantasy of all the bright colours that sparked from Mrs. Weasley's wand. "Does that mean daddy is sleeping over again?" The child blushed after a second, silver eyes wide with realization. "I-I mean Mr. Harry."

Harry smiled, looking from son to father. "Am I?"

Draco rolled his eyes, leaning over and pressing his lips to Harry's softly, shuddering at the tingling that found its way up his fingers and down to his toes. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Scorpius's loud cheers rang through the house.

Lips to Draco's ear, Harry lowered his voice so Scorpius couldn't hear. "In your bed?"

A blush found it's way to Draco's cheeks, the blonde ducking down to bury his nose in equally blonde hair with a small mumbled 'We'll see about that, P-Potter.' Scorpius looked on in confusion before jerking his head up, almost clonking Draco in the nose.

"Hello?" A voice yelled through the apartment.
"Her-my-ninny!" Scorpius screamed, wiggling violently to get out of Draco and Harry's grasps before taking off down the hallway, almost running face first in to the wall outside of his bedroom, his socked feet almost not able to turn fast enough.

"I guess she's finished reading his files." Grinning, Harry brushed his thumb over Draco's lower lip before getting to his feet.

Draco reached for the hand that Harry offered after standing up, pulling himself to his feet and lacing their fingers with a small smile. "I guess so. Come on," he nodded his head towards the living room. "Scorpius sounds like he is wreaking little five year old havoc on the pregnant healer."

"Well, she has a five year old. She can handle five year old havoc." And, sure enough, Harry could hear her laughing as they made their way down the hall.

Draco shook his head and laughed warmly as he dropped Harry's hand and rushed in to the room, picking Scorpius up from behind and spinning him around. "And what is the heir of the Malfoy name doing playing with a unicorn?" Draco dropped the expression, adopting one of cool indifference.

Scorpius grumbled, copying his father's expression and crossing his arms over his little chest as he was held up in the air. "It was being mean to Mrs. Her-my-ninny. And you always told me to be nice to lady-people so I was teaching him to be nice to Mrs. Her-my-ninny."

Draco paused for a moment before he broke out in warm laughter, pulling Scorpius in to his chest and nuzzling his hair. "Haha, oh really?" Scorpius proceeded to regale Draco with tales of how Perry didn't offer Mrs. Her-my-ninny a chair when she floo'd over and how Scorpius was reprimanding him about how she was having a magical baby and her feets would be hurting if she didn't sit. Draco accepted this story with a small smile and fond eyes for his one and only child.

Hermione sank onto the couch, smiling. "I'm very grateful to Scorpius, really. And I'm sorry for just dropping in like this. Hello, Harry."

"Hi," he greeted, and sat beside her.

"It's truly fine, Hermione. My home is now yours for as long as you are helping Scorpius." He met Harry's eyes, holding the gaze as he sat on a small loveseat with Scorpius playing silently at his feet. "And after."

Hermione looked between the two men, nodding carefully. "I see." And she'd have to talk to Harry later. For now, she caught his eye and lifted a brow and his answering smile had her nodding. For now, she was satisfied. "Well, I read through his files and I'm more than willing to help. What I said yesterday, though... I've just about confirmed it."

Draco's face instantly lost any color, his lower lip being sucked in to his mouth and gnawed on by nervous teeth. "Okay, well..." he gripped his hands in his lap, his mask dropping to cool indifference, but anyone could see he was dreadfully worried about the fate of his only son who sat only a few feet away by his feet. "Do you have any guesses as to what may be wrong with him?"

"Draco," Harry murmured. "Should we talk about it with him right here?"

He glanced at his feet, shaking his head. "You're right... you're right. What was I thinking?" The last bit was mumbled more to himself than anyone as he leaned down and combed a hand through Scorpius's disheveled locks. "Scorp, can you go play in your room?"

The little boy nodded with a wide smile, oblivious to the tense atmosphere of discussing his own death date. "Okay, daddy!" He meandered away after picking Perry up and zooming out of the room.

Draco sat back with a long exhale, hands clasping in his lap as one leg crossed over the other. "Now, do you have any guesses as to what might be wrong with him?"

"Well, you've had one or two healers who were actually able to come up with a rather close diagnosis. Labeling him a squib, though, is totally inaccurate. He has magic, but it's showing up rather early. It's very possible that the problem will correct itself as he gets older, but..." The brisk tone she'd been aiming for cracked a little bit, so she cleared her throat. "His chances of getting older are entirely too low. His magic is, as you've been told before, not taking to him. It's..."

She ran a hand through her hair, looking down at her notes even though she didn't need to. She'd spent the entire day pouring over these files, searching for anything that might help. "His magic is like a virus. His body's decided to treat it as a threat, so his immune system has gone on the attack. But it isn't destroying the magic. It's... It's destroying Scorpius. His own immune system is wearing him down."

"Can't you stop it?" Harry whispered.

"Not without removing his entire immune system, and then even a sneeze would kill him within... hours. He'd have to spend years in isolation until we could be sure that his magic wouldn't be treated as a virus and that's no kind of a life. It's up to you, of course." Now her gaze went to Draco. "But if you had us do that, there's a strong chance that you'd never be able to hold your son again." The "he may as well be dead" hung heavy and unspoken.

Draco's entire body froze, his breathing practically still as a pregnant pause hung in the air. He stood up, albeit on violently shaky legs, but he steeled himself, swallowing loudly. "M-May I have a moment?" He turned without an answer, walking down the hallway that led to Scorpius's bedroom.

Harry watched him go. "What about removing his magic?" he whispered. "Or repressing it like they did with Draco?"

Hermione shook her head. "What they did with Draco was binding his magic to his wand. If he didn't have his wand, he didn't have magic. A wand will not choose Scorpius until he's older, so there's no way to do that. And removing his magic entirely... That may have worked before he started showing the symptoms, but at this point the strain on his body would kill him immediately."

"So... so there's... nothing?" Hermione's silence was enough of an answer for Harry, who buried his face in his hands.

Draco knocked on Scorpius's door softly, smiling, almost grimacing, at the sight of his son playing in his bright blue room. Draco made sure it was the best when he was born. Bright blue walls splattered with white fluffy clouds and little snitches dashing in and out on the ceiling, the walls. Scorpius adored them when he was a little, as Draco charmed them to move. But, after he lost his magic, Draco made sure to entertain Scorpius with toys. Snitch plushes, broomstick toys, unicorn plushies and toy wands. Anything the child could want, anything that Draco could afford, he got. As Draco and Astoria went through their divorce, Draco mostly kept Scorpius to himself so the little child really had no need for any of the toys as much when his dad played with him 24/7, and now that Draco found out there was little to no hope for his son, that's what he would do.

"H-Hey, Scorp. Can daddy play with you?"

"Of course!" Scorpius smiled, playing on the plush white rug of his floor, moving Perry around animatedly to defend the Hogwarts castle look-alike that Scorpius loved since it was made out of charms that allowed the Whomping Willow and the windows inside to reflect moving people. It was Astoria's final gift to her child.

"I don't want my child going anywhere then the best. And seeing as we both attended Hogwarts, I find it fitting that he should follow in our footsteps."

That had been one week before he'd found Scorpius coughing up blood all over his bed. That was a day Draco would never forget...

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