Years later Harry was at Draco's manner so their boys could hang out together. Harry had been seeing a lot more of Draco these past couple years so that Albus and Scorpius could see each other. They never really spoke much outside of a few awkward conversations. They typically just dropped one child off at the others house and let them have their fun until it was time to pick them up. However, today Harry had a question for Draco.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"You once told me that you were about to make some terrible decisions in our sixth year."
"Yes?"
"Exactly how terrible were those decisions?"
Draco was completely confused by this question, but he glanced at their sons and quickly realized what he meant. "You have no reason to worry."
"Please, just tell me." Harry pleaded.
Draco stared at him for a few seconds before raising his right sleeve. Harry was confused by this action at first, because he knew the dark mark was always on the left arm so he saw no importance to his right. But then Harry saw a few faint horizontal scars on the man's wrist.
Harry gasped quietly.
"That year I was scared of what I had to do, so I decided I should punish myself for some reason." Draco explained. "But you have no reason to worry. The war is over he won't have to deal with the things we did. Sure people will give him a hard time because of his house and family, but he and Scorpius will help each other with that. The thing about their friendship is they know that their not the only one suffering despite how well they hide it. And I know that sounds worrisome, but all it'll do is bring them closer and help them in ways you and I can't."
Harry stared at the floor silently as he thought over what he was just told. Eventually, he began to understand and accept it. "What made you stop cutting yourself?"
Draco let out a small chuckle before answering. "I was talking with a friend of mine, and I'm not sure how we even got on the topic, but he was completely unaware that I was cutting when he said, 'cutters are pussys, either go all the way or just don't do it.' And since I couldn't go all the way at the time I just stopped."
"What do you mean you 'couldn't go all the way'?" Asked Harry.
"Well if I had died before performing the task that was given to me Voldemort would've taken it out on my parents." He explained.
Harry looked down at his feet again, "I'm sorry."
"It's ok. You didn't know." Draco said.
Harry had never bothered to think of things through the point of view of a Slytherin until his son had become one. Actually the moment he was told that Albus was put in Slytherin he remembered what Ron had told him about the house. He remembered what he had thought about the house for so long, and felt so quilty. He knew his son was nothing like what he thought Slytherins were like. He knew even then that Albus was complicated. He knew that Albus was different from his brother, but never loved him any less. He felt horrible when he could tell that his son was scared of that. He then made it a point to let his son feel just as loved as his other children.
"Thank you." Harry said before apparating back home until tomorrow when he was supposed to pick up Albus.