A.N. Its going to get worse
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Lucius and Narcissa were so happy about the birth of their son. They had suffered 3 miscarriages and two false pregnancies before carrying to to term.
They were so proud of their perfect little boy, who always seemed to be happy. He was only a month old when he was able to sit up on his own, unlike the many months most babies normally take.
It was at this point they started worrying. Because poor strange Draco kept sitting up, laying down, and sitting up again. It got even stranger when they caught him rolled onto his belly pushing his little delicate hands against the bottom of his crib, as if he was trying to lift himself up.
It was with no small amount of fear that they took the near newborn to a healer. But all the healer could tell them was that he was very mature for his age, and completely healthy.
So they let Draco have his oddities. Even his babbling started out sounding strange, almost Asian. His little gummy grins as he gave his mother a thumbs up for milk and his adaptability to new situations made things easier and even pleasant.
They had no idea what they were in for.