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Harry held a screaming baby Albus in his arms. He hummed a lullaby Hermione taught him to try to calm him. Albus Severus was barely six months and still couldn't sleep through the night. It was currently midnight; Harry was exhausted, and after a 15 hour work day, all he wanted to do was sink down into his soft jersey sheets and kiss the day goodbye.
Albus cried louder in his ear and Harry counted to ten in his head. He sung softly to his son, holding him against his chest as he pushed the rocking chair back and forth, back and forth, back…and for—
Harry awoke when his son was stolen from his arms, he jumped to grab his wand, but when he was the perpetrator he relaxed with a tired smile.
"I got it, honey. You look exhausted, go to bed," his partner kissed his faded scar tenderly.
Harry smiled and stood up. His green eyes sparkled when he saw the tenderness Draco has towards his child. Even though they were not blood related, and he hates Ginny, the blonde still had a tremendous spot in his heart for little Albus, probably one that rivaled the spot for Scorpius.
The tired Auror kissed his son, kissed his lover, and stumbled into bed.