"That was his first relapse."

"I'm sorry, his first?" Sirius asked.

"Addiction is hard." Draco said simply.

The scene shifted again, and this time it found the group in the waiting room of the labor ward at the hospital.

"Harry, what if I fail at being a dad? What if he hates me?"

"There is no way you could ever suck at anything, Draco. You're going to be an amazing father."

"But how do you know?"

"Because, you're the most amazing person I know." Harry smiled, grabbing Draco's hand.

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not."

Draco smiled at his best friend, "I'm glad you're here."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, are you kidding?"

"Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes! That's me!"

"The baby has been born. He's a healthy baby boy. Would you like to come see him?"

"Yes! Come on, Harry!" Draco grabbed Harry by the wrist and led him into the room.

Harry stood in the corner of the delivery room and watched as Draco held the baby boy; Scorpius, he had been named.

"He's going to be beaten up with that name, Draco." Harry laughed lightly.

"It's a very respectable name, Harry Potter. How did you not get beaten up with a name like Harry, anyway?"

"My best friend was a ginger and my other best friend was a book worm. I was the normal one."

Hermione glared at memory Harry fondly, and Ron muttered something that sounded like "Ruddy bastard".

"Would you like to hold him, Harry?" Astoria asked.

"Of course he would." Draco said, beginning to walk over to Harry.

"Oh, no, I-,"

"Stop fussing Harry, you're his Godfather and we want you to hold him."

Draco laid the sleeping baby into Harry's arms and took a step back. Harry was gazing at the baby with a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes, his goofy lopsided smile on his face.

Draco watched himself watch Harry, noting the way he was gazing at the man in the memory. "I didn't realize how in love I was."

Draco watched Harry with a smile. "Isn't he perfect?"

"He is." Harry replied, locking eyes with Draco. The two shared smiles and continued to gaze at the baby. Astoria was watching from the bed, a very knowing look on her face.

...

The group was suddenly pulled out of the Pensieve.

"Well, that was something." Remus said as they gathered their bearings.

"Thank you, Draco. For showing us those memories."

"I still have no idea how this all works, or why I'm so calm about it, but it was kind of nice to relieve a couple of those memories."

James laughed sheepishly. "We spiked your tea with a potion that keeps the drinker calm. We didn't want to utterly freak you out."

Draco's eyes narrowed and he hummed.

"Draco, is it okay if you show us more?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, we'd love to see more." Sirius agreed.

Draco rubbed his finger and his thumb on his chin (This habit drove Harry nuts, but he secretly found it endearing).

"I suppose I could be bothered."

Lily suddenly leapt onto Draco, forcing him into a hug. "Thank you so much, Draco." She whispered in his ear.

"Can I come over next Tuesday at the same time? And is it okay if I bring Scorpius? He starts to go crazy if he stays at my parents' house for too long."

"Of course! Remus and Sirius will bring their son over."

"Teddy would love that." Remus smiled.

"Perhaps we'll bring ours over as well, Ronald." Hermione mused.

"This all sounds wonderful. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some studying to do." Draco began to leave the living room.

"Oh, let me walk you out." Lily said, following the younger man. "Draco, I have a question I would like to ask you." Draco nodded his head. "We were wondering if you would consider moving Harry to St Mungo's, the hospital for wizards."

Draco looked at the woman and recognized the worry on her face. "I can't consider that right now. My hospital is well equipped for handling car accidents and I would much rather keep Harry on my watch at the time being. Perhaps, after some more time has passed, I might consider it."

Lily nodded. "I understand. Well, I hope you have a wonderful night. Do drive safely."

...

An hour and a half later found Draco with his nose stuck in a medical journal. It was nearly two in the morning, and his back hurt, the chair was uncomfortable and it had taken him a while to get used to the beeping coming from the heart monitor.

He sighed and slammed the book shut. "I'm so bloody tired, Harry." He said.

"I went to your parents, if you didn't know. I figure you do, seeing as they came to visit you." He chuckled, "They're different than how I imagined. Your mom is so nice, and your dad is quiet. I don't remember you ever telling me he was quiet. Your friends Hermione and Ron are married, and they have two children. Scorpius is going to meet them tomorrow. Your Godfathers are married as well. They have a son. His hair changes colors. They told me about magic. Why didn't you tell me, you bastard?" He poked Harry on the shoulder lightly, a smile on his face. "They're very nice people. I'm going back tomorrow night. They asked me to show them my memories of you, and I don't blame them. I can't imagine missing out on Scorpius's life, or even Pansy's and Blaise's." Draco trailed off. "I love you, Harry Potter."