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CHAPTER 4

Harry had just reached home and he went straight to his bedroom and lied down on the bed. He had a full furnished two bedroom flat in muggle London, just a few kilometres away from Diagon Alley. He loved his flat. He had picked up all the furniture and interiors on his own. He had plush navy blue carpets and silk curtains. His furniture was all dark mahogany wood and the cushions were a light beige. It gave him a homely feeling and he was always comfortable here. A thousand times better than Grimmauld Place. So now he was lying in his bed, fully dressed with absolutely no energy to make a move to get ready for dinner with his friends. He enjoyed these friday night dinners but it was days like this when he wished he could just call Hermione and tell her that he won't be coming and then enjoy sleeping forever. He was so damn tired. He had spent the whole day enquiring people and filing suspects on the Bradshaw's case.

After about twenty minutes of lying in bed he knew he couldn't delay any longer and decided to get ready. He went to the bathroom for a nice hot shower and was just removing his robe when something clattered to the ground. He picked it up and realized that he had not given back Malfoy's wand and just like that his conversation with Ron after Malfoy's departure started replaying in his mind.

"Bloody hell, Harry! What possessed you to do that?!" asked Ron.

"What do you mean? I don't think I did anything wrong. He really deserved it."

"Don't be stupid, Harry...you are always ready to help everyone. What happened now?!"

"It's Malfoy, Ron. Have you forgotten what he did!" Harry exclaimed.

"You can't take revenge for pranks he played as a kid!"

"I'm not talking about those silly pranks. Have you forgotten that he let death eaters inside Hogwarts?! He is the reason Dumbledore died!"

"Don't talk rubbish, Harry. We both know Dumbledore would have died anyway. As for letting death eaters inside Hogwarts, he has already served his punishment for that in Azkaban. Besides, you were the one who spoke for him at his trial, didn't you? About how he saved our lives in the Manor, about how he lowered his wand and couldn't cast the Killing Curse? You stood against the Wizengamot for him and told them that everything he did was to save his family and he was just a kid! What changed now?"

Harry sat back in his chair with a sigh." I...I don't know." he whispered. He really didn't know. His mood swings were as bad as that of a teenage girl, as were his opinions. One moment he says something and the next moment he does something else. Hermione had been urging him to see a healer but he didn't want to discuss his life and opinions with a stranger who will definitely bring in the topic of the war which he dreaded.

"You ok mate?" Ron asked, patting him on the back.

"Yeah, I'm fine. We'll talk about this later."

Ron nodded. Harry had left after that and had totally forgotten about the Malfoy matter. Until now.

Harry stared at the wand. Now that he thought about it, he could see how rude he had behaved in the morning. Malfoy had needed some help and Harry had not even bothered to process the whole information before satirizing his situation. Ron had said that Malfoy's son was very sick and Harry hadn't even thought about that poor child. Maybe he should try to find Malfoy to atleast give back his wand? He will have to ask Ron if he knew anything else about Malfoy's son and his condition. He will then decide how he can help him. He placed the wand beside his on the table and went to get ready. He dressed in a casual plum coloured T-shirt and blue denims. Before leaving he kept his wand in the pocket of his jeans and then decided to take Malfoy's wand too. He used the floo to arrive at The Maple Apartments which is where Ron and Hermione lived.

As soon as he arrived in their living room, he thought he was dreaming. Ron and Malfoy were sitting on the couch and chatting merrily with laughter and all and each had a glass of firewhiskey in their hand. Rose was playing with a little kid who appeared to be a younger version of Malfoy who Harry could only assume to be his son. Malfoy was the first to notice him and his smile froze on his face . Ron greeted Harry with a nervous smile before asking him to join them. Harry didn't know how to respond so he just walked over and sat at the armchair beside the couch. Ron offered Harry a glass of firewhiskey which he gratefully accepted because he didn't know how to deal with the awkward situation in front of him.

Draco sat looking at his glass, not once looking up. He was contemplating saying something but didn't know what. He glanced up once and saw that even Potter was just gawking at his glass. Draco noticed that Potter actually looked quite good in his tight fitting T-shirt and jeans. His clothes seemed to compliment his eyes, reflecting their radiance. His green orbs were as deep as the forest and had a fire behind them , his damp hair was falling into his eyes and Draco had a sudden urge to brush those strands aside. His lips were a pale pink, a bit chapped and Draco watched as they curled around the rim of the glass imagining them to be...then he shook his head, berating himself for having such thoughts and decided to focus on the situation at hand. So he went back to staring at his glass.

Ron was not sure how to handle the situation. He didn't know what mood Harry was in and how he was going to react to finding Malfoy in his house. Till now Harry appeared to be normal, he didn't seem like he's gonna flare up or anything. He just appeared to be confused but he knew Harry's mood cannot be trusted to remain the same. He thought he should let Harry know why he was hosting Malfoy in his living room.

"Um..Harry-" He began but before he could say anything else Hermione came running and hugged Harry.

"You know I'm still mad at you for missing last week's dinner, don't you?" she asked with a mock pout. Harry laughed and hugged Hermione back. "You know I couldn't have helped it, Mione. We had just gotten a lead on the potions abuse case and I couldn't have waited any longer."

"I know, I know...even Ronald hardly stays home at nights nowadays." she said sending a snide look towards Ron.

"Hey, you know Harry and I mostly work on the same cases!" Ron piped in with a horrified expression.

"Ah, the perks of being an auror!" Harry said sarcastically and high- fived Ron. Hermione glared at them.

"Yeah, yeah...you people continue this way and you are not getting any dinner tonight." she said narrowing her eyes.

"Oh come on, Mione...you can't stay angry with me after giving me such an exuberant hug." Harry said mischievously.

"You two have become such masters of manipulation. Now come, dinner's waiting. I made beef stew and treacle tart."

They hurriedly went over to the kitchen where Hermione had set up a small table with napkins and cutlery.

Draco sat on the couch sipping his drink when Hermione came back. "The invitation was for you too, I made you beef broth since you cannot eat solids."

"You really want me to join?" Draco asked warily.

"Of course, I don't want my broth to go waste. Now come quick before it gets cold."

Draco slowly made his way to the kitchen where Weasley and Potter were already seated conversing about some suspect while Granger was serving dinner. Rose and Scorp seemed to have followed them there but were immersed in their games. Draco sat down beside Weasley facing Potter. Potter eyed him suspiciously.

"He's staying, is he?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry!" Rose seemed to have only noticed that her godfather was there and she jumped on him, bouncing on his lap and almost knocking over his plate.

"Rose! Don't do that!" Hermione shrieked but Rose didn't seem to mind.

"Draco play ball with Rose. He is good!" she squeaked.

"Oh really?" Harry snorted. Draco scowled.

Rose told Harry everything she did that day in broken sentences before leaping across the table and sitting on Draco's lap. She really was one hyperactive child. Scorp then walked over to Harry and stared at him for sometime before holding out his hand with a serious look. He was probably trying to imitate Rose from when she introduced herself to Draco but Scorp doesn't say anything yet except 'daddy'. He had only turned one about three months ago.

He looked so cute and reminded Harry of Malfoy on the train trying to offer his friendship all those years ago and he burst out laughing before shaking his hand and balancing him on his lap. "And what is your name young man?" Harry asked cheerfully.

"It's Scorpius." Hermione chimed in.

"Hello, Scorpius. I'm Harry." he said, smiling at him.

"Hawwy." repeated Scorp.

Draco was startled. Merlin's pants! The second word Scorp uttered and it had to be 'Harry'!

They finished their dinner and Hermione started serving dessert. Ron was just stuffing his mouth greedily with treacle tart while Harry was perched on the rug and playing building blocks with Scorpius. Draco and Rose were sitting at the table and scribbling something in Rose's drawing book. Hermione smiled looking at the pairs. She found it very sweet that the kids have so easily adapted to them. Harry seemed to adore Scorpius in such a short while just as Draco doted on Rose. They seemed to have taken a liking to each other.

Draco's phone started ringing and Hermione watched as Draco handed Rose to Ron, excused himself and made his way to the balcony to pick up the call. All of a sudden, Scorp clutched his chest and doubled over. The next second he vomited blood all over the carpet. He was keening in pain, tears were streaming down his face and he couldn't seem to stop retching. He was finding it hard to breathe and was gasping for air.

"Oh my god!" Hermione covered her mouth. Her voice shook with panic. There was so much blood.

Harry rubbed Scorpius' back before swiftly carrying him and turned to Hermione.

"Hermione, tell Malfoy we are in St. Mungo's. Ron, come with me." he spoke rapidly.

Ron appeared to be petrified. He was staring at the scene with wide eyes, not even blinking.

"Ron!" Harry yelled which brought him out of his stupor.

He quickly handed Rose to Hermione and within a fraction of a second, they disapparated.

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