On June 5th, 1980, a young woman named Narcissa was lying on a bed, spent. She was sweating profusely, her breath was slowing and her whole body ached.

She had just given birth to her first son.

Her husband was holding her hand, as he had been during the whole delivery process, while her newborn was in the hands of the midwife, who was washing him.

After the baby was clean, the midwife wrapped him in blankets and gave him to his mother, who held him close to her chest, her eyes watering as she met her son for the first time.

The man beside her couldn't keep his tears from falling at the sight of this crying baby boy, happiness and excitement taking over him, realising he had just become a father.

"Hold him, Lucius." the woman said in a croaked voice.

Lucius slowly took his son away from his mother's grasp and smiled through his tears upon carrying him in his arms. "Hello, Draco." He whispered. Rocking him slightly, Lucius managed to soothe the baby. He stopped crying, he only moved his head around slightly, fluttering his tiny eyes open and closed.

"Draco, you will do great things in your life, I know. You will conquer the world, even. "

As the years went by, little Draco got close to both of his parents, but his dad had formed a special bond with him.

Lucius was a strict father, he was never up for jokes, or affection, but he loved his son deeply.

He would do anything for him, but only if he followed the path that was already established for him.

Lucius was a mean and calculating figure and he often imposed his own beliefs on his son, If Draco dissented on something his father proposed, or even had a different idea than him, that was when the two personalities wouldn't match.

Often times Draco would find himself suffering from his father's frequent outbursts, which included being hit or emotionally abused.

He feared him. Sometimes, the sound of his steps alone was enough to make him shudder.

But Draco still loved him. He was a hero to him.

All those times they spent together, going to see Quidditch matches, roaming through Diagon Alley... Draco cherished them, they were among the only moments of utter delight between them.

As time went on, Draco learnt to listen and never go against him.

If he kept him on his good side, if he was able to please him enough, Lucius would reward him with expensive gifts, like new brooms or antiques.

A good way to hide his insecurities was bully other people.

If he made someone feel small, he would be granted the feeling that he would always look for, he felt superior.

In Hogwarts, he was a leader, people followed him and feared him, but they also adored him. Those were all the things that he felt for his father.

In his eighth year in the magical school, he had changed his ways. The war of the year before had made him reevaluate his life and realise what was really important to him.

For example, he had found love and it was with the person that he had been hating for ages.

But, he had to admit, that he was the one to save his life, not his father, in the end.

That Easter Sunday of 1999, when Lucius descended from a chimney, Draco was at a loss for words.

His howler, it seemed, was not filled with empty threats, it was a promise.

"Who is that man? What is he doing here, Hermione? Does he know that this is home invasion?" Hermione's dad said, angry, as he got and from his chair and walked to the intruder.

"No, don't go near him. This is Draco's father. He's a dangerous man." Hermione warned, grabbing her father's arm.

Differently from the others, Rosemary wasn't frightened by the presence of that man.

She found him attractive, if anything.

"Oh, is that Santa Claus? I didn't remember him to be this hot." she said, fanning herself.

Draco didn't mind her, he got up and walked to his father. Then, he was only able to say a few words.

"Father, what are you doing here?"

"I saw that you did not respond to my letter. Therefore, I came here to fetch you myself." Lucius said in a cold tone.

"You can't force that upon me, father. You can't expect me to just go back home and forget everything after you and mother have completely ignored my existence for months." Draco said bitterly. "Also, these people now are my friends. And Harry is my boyfriend."

"How dare you speak in such an obscene manner? These people are not your people, Draco. They must have put a spell on you or something, because I can't recognise you!" Said Lucius, walking closer to his son. He looked downright sickened.

"Father, I am not you." Draco spat. "Now I know, I don't want to be like you. You're a cruel man, You cut me out of your life because you didn't agree with my life choices, when I always did anything I could to make you happy, even if it meant being a death eater. I am still mourning over losing you. I spent months waiting for you to contact me, but if you are not willing to accept me for who I am, then I don't care about seeing you."

As he finished, Draco was panting and sweating a bit. He wasn't crying, though and he wasn't going to, not this time.

"You are a Malfoy, your blood is pure, therefore you should not hang out with this... scum. Or this pervert." his father said, referring to Harry, who had not said a word until now.

He didn't want to interfere with Draco's issues with his dad, but he found it rather hard not to.

He tried to say something, but Draco shut him up with a gesture of his hand.

"Don't you dare speak ill of Harry! He is my family now. Hell, he has been more family in these months than you have ever been in nineteen years. And Ron, he gave me his house for two weeks. Yeah, the same people you taunted so much were fine with having me in their home."

"It was a pleasure, by the way." Ron added.

"And now," Draco continued. "I'm here, in a place that belongs to muggleborns. Where were you, father? You told me yourself, 'do not come home or we will kill you'."

"We didn't contact you as we were disgusted by you. We don't think that you're this person now. You've just been influenced. We both know that your place is with us. We are willing to forgive you if you stop with this nonsense, even if you hurt us greatly."

said Lucius, stretching his arm so that his son could take his hand.

"And you didn't hurt me, right?" Draco's tone was beginning to raise. "I'm telling you, if you're not going to accept me for who I am, then I have to ask you to leave."

"Draco..." his dad murmured, grabbing him by his shoulders. "Remember who you are. You can have the glory with us... you can be as rich as you'd ever imagined..."

His son pushed him away violently.

"I am finally free, father. The price to pay, though, is to live without a real family. It hurts, but I will manage." he said, glancing at his boyfriend.

"Then, you are no son of mine, not anymore." Lucius snapped.

"I don't know how you can just forget about our good times, the Quidditch championships... and just say this. Did you even love me or did you only care about the way I made you appear? " said Draco, trying to ignore the lump in his throat.

The other people in the room wouldn't dare say or do anything. No wands were raised.

They simply remained seated at the table, watching as Draco and his father fell apart, right in front of them.

"I do love you," said Lucius. "Hence my pain in seeing you so... mingled with this... trash."

"You think you're so noble, but you're mentally poor. You only care about appearances, but the truth is you're simply a coward." Draco spat.

He had finally said it. After years of bottling this up, he had found the courage to spit it out in his father's face, at last.

He didn't regret talking like this to him, not one bit.

His father's face suggested shock. He couldn't believe what his son had just said to him. He never thought that he could ever speak to him in such manner, it seemed.

Harry wasn't able to contain himself anymore, so he rose to his feet and went to stand next to his boyfriend.

"Time to go now, Lucius. You're not welcome here." he said.

"Ah, Potter, I'll say it again" Mr Malfoy addressed him, livid. "You find pleasure in ruining families, don't you? My son had never felt anything towards other males, before you. You somehow put it into his head. Did you use a love potion, perhaps?"

"Then, I guess you don't know your son at all." Harry smirked. "He likes men, all right. Because he makes love to me, every. single. night."

"How dare you?" Lucius Malfoy hissed, reaching for his wand. This brought Harry back to that time he had freed Dobby and that man had tried to hex him.

Lucius couldn't help trying to hurt him, by the looks of it.

As the pale man opened his mouth to cast a spell, his son disarmed him.

"Don't touch him." Draco said fiercely, clenching his fists.

Draco's words got through his father like a knife through butter. His eyes were widened, as he was incredulous. He looked at his hand without the wand, then he glared at his son.

"You've just attacked your own father." he said, coldly.

"No, you are no father of mine." Draco said, stiffly.

There was nothing more that Lucius could say to his son in that moment. He had ended him.

Both father and son had broken the bonds that kept them together. Draco felt as if a hot knife had just slashed his chest. It hurt to say those words, but then again, his father didn't seem to break down when he'd said the same thing to him, only minutes before.

"Enough!" Hermione yelled, rising from her seat. She ran to where Harry was standing and stood there as well. "I have to ask you to leave my house." she said slowly.

In that moment, everyone thought that Lucius Malfoy would have used his old slur on her, but he didn't argue with her. He turned to his son, instead.

"Draco, the offer still stands." he simply said, then he took his wand from the floor and disapparated, emitting a loud 'pop'.

Hermione's parents were still in their seats, looking terrified. This was one of the disadvantages of having a witch for a daughter - strange things would manifest.

Rosemary's reaction to the magical disappearance didn't match expectations.

"Where did Santa go? He's so good with special effects." She chanted.

Harry instinctively looked at his boyfriend and put a loving hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" he asked him in a worried tone.

Draco shifted his head slightly, so that he could face him. "I am totally fine, really. I've given up on him. His acceptance is something I will never get." he said, sighing. "I'll just have to go on and come to terms with a life without a family."

At this point, there was nothing more that he could do. He had tried so hard to reason with his dad, but, apparently, his hateful views were significantly more important than his father instincts.

"Hey," said his boyfriend, squeezing his shoulder lightly. " I know it hurts but, with time, you will realise that 'family' isn't always I am your family now. We all are."

Draco hated Harry for his ability to bring him to tears. Hell, he had been able to avoid crying through the whole of the confrontation with Lucius, yet, at Harry's words, his eyes rained teardrops like a British shower.

He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, pulling him into a warm embrace, his tears springing freely.

The tension in his body faded as Harry squeezed back.

"I love you." he whispered.

"I love you, too, Draco. everything's going to be alright, I promise you. As long as I am here with you, no one will ever hurt you." The black haired boy whispered back.

Draco knew that his words were pure honesty. He felt so safe in those strong arms, the arms that would protect him from the evil aspects of life. He didn't want that moment to end.

Ron and Hermione then joined in on the hug, reassuring him and telling him how great he was.

He didn't think he deserved to be loved so much. He wondered what he had done to have the most amazing people in the world as his friends and lover.

Thoughts of his father left his brain as he basked into the warmth of three of the most important people in his life.

He knew that, in that moment, there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

He was home.