AN: Nope. I just play here.
Well, well, well. A double update! Surprise!
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In the quiet sanctuary of the St Mungo's nursery, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter found themselves side by side, their gazes fixated on the tiny occupants of the cribs before them. Their newborn sons, born on the same day, lay peacefully, oblivious to the legacy that bound their fathers.
Draco's eyes softened as he watched Scorpius, a tuft of blonde hair with stormy grey eyes and delicate features that mirrored his own. Beside him, Harry marveled at the messy black hair and distinctive green eyes of little James, an echo of his own youth.
A shared smile passed between Draco and Harry, a silent acknowledgment of the extraordinary connection between their families. The air in the nursery seemed to shimmer with the promise of new beginnings, the cries and coos of the newborns a harmonious symphony.
As they stood side by side, fathers linked by a shared moment of awe, Draco and Harry found common ground in the quiet joy of parenthood. In the nursery's embrace, the legacy of old rivalries faded, replaced by the unspoken understanding that their sons were destined to navigate a world where the echoes of their fathers' stories intertwined, with both father's hoping and silently vowing their sons lives would be infinitely easier than their own.
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XOXO - Onyx