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Draco closed his eyes. Astoria kissed his cheek and sat down across from him. She read the letter. Her face blanched and she looked up at her husband. "Draco?" He didn't answer. His son, a Malfoy no less, a Gryffindor of all things, a Gryffindor.

Lucius would be livid, furious. And Draco, how did he feel? He could not say. His son had broken hundreds of years of family tradition. And what's more the ideals of Gryffindor, why they were the antithesis of a Slytherin the very people he loathed as a boy. But Scorpious, could he hate him?

"Draco?" He sighed.

"Daddy, daddy?" Draco looked down from his cauldron. Scorpious could not have been more than three? His eyes sparkled.

"What is it? I'm busy."

Scorpious frowned. Draco's father would take his silver cane to him in such a situation. But Scorpious =, Draco could never bring himself to hit his son. Scorpious had taken that ability, the urge even from him. He was a rather amazing child.

"Daddy, are you bad?"

Draco froze. He instinctively rubbed his left arm. The dark mark, he felt sick. Was he bad? He was evil or he had been. Was he now? He was a bigot sometimes yes, had been a death eater. A death eater the very definition. But he had changed. Did that make him not evil?

"Daddy?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"At the store. Mama and me, a lady called her a bad name. She said you were."

Draco took his wand out and cleaned up his work station. He walked over to his desk. He patted his knee. Scorpious ran over. Draco pulled him up.

Draco could not help but be affectionate to his son. His father had never been but mother had. And Scorpious had that air about him. He could not refuse his son anything of the sort.

"Are you daddy?"

Draco sighed. How to explain the war to his small son was a mystery to him. "Do you know there was a war in the magical world before you were born?

Scorpious shook his head. "Well there was, Your grandparents and I were on the.." Could he do this. 'We were on the wrong side. I was very bad when I was young. I did terrible, terrible things. I hurt people. I helped this evil wizard." Voldemort, it still gave him nightmares.

"Were you very bad daddy?"

Draco nodded. "Yes Scorpious. I was very, very bad. I was mean, spiteful and I liked to cause trouble."

"Did you really hurt people?"

"Yes and I'm not proud of it. As long as I live people will always think of me that way. I've changed though Scorpious. I am not the same person."

"You're not my daddy?" I smirked, cure kid.

"I've always been and I always will be."

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes."

'Then you're good."

"He's my son."

"So you will not be angry?" Silence still. "Draco…"

"I will not disown him. He is my son, we are not the same people."

Astoria smiled. "Just like you are not your father. You know that right Draco. You were an arrogant prat once. You are different now."

"I am my father."

Astoria got up and wrapped her arms around him. "Maybe once. You were both death eaters, yes. You both had similar ideals. But Draco you have grown. You are Draco Malfoy and your own person."

"Perhaps."

"And Scorpious has learned from you. Draco you are a good man now, a git sometimes dear but a good man. And Scorpious is better for it."

"And you had nothing to do with it?"

"Scorpious Hyperion Malfoy!"

Scorpious ran and hid behind his father's legs. Draco pulled his son to the front.

"Yes mum?"

"Did you steal my wand and use it?"

A very small Scorpious looked very guilty.

His mother cleared her throat. "And did you or did you not use it to turn my broccoli into candy?"

Scorpious nodded. He held his hand. Astoria gave it a slight wallop. "No dessert and double vegetables tonight."

"You are right."

"I am right a fare bit of the time."

Astoria shook her head. "You know I hate it when you are smug."

Draco shrugged indifferently. "You knew I was when you married me."

"Yes I did. So dear about Scorpious…"

Draco nodded. "He's my son. I can't very well disown him. Besides he has cross enough to bear with our family's reputation. Being a Slytherin would only add to his trouble. Father will not be happy though. I suspect with mother on his case he might come around though, by Scorpious's N.E.W.T.S."

Astoria laughed. "But Astoria dear, you can owl him."

"Very well."