"I can't believe that your sperm was better than my obviously superior sperm."

"Shut up." Harry said as he gazed at the baby.)

"Hey sweetie." Harry whispered and laid a kiss on the girl's head.

"Harry!" Draco called. "What car are we taking?!"

Harry walked down the stairs, "Yours. The car seat and booster are already in there, aren't they?"

"Yeah." Draco said, ushering Scorpius out of the house.

...

The family made it to the Malfoy residence thirty minutes before the start of the reunion, and yet Narcissa still scolded them for being late.

"I'll go put the nappies in the bathroom." Draco said. "Don't pass her around too much yet. I don't want to wake her." Draco said, warning his mother about the sleeping infant.

"Yes, yes." She said, gazing at the baby in her arms. "Come, Scorpius, want to help Grandma set up the desserts? You can have a cookie!" She said before Harry could say "no cookies."

"You know, Mother," Draco said, "The boy is only seven and yet he still has an unhealthy obsession with damned cookies."

"No such thing!" Ron said from behind them. "Heya, Harry!" He said, pulling Harry into a hug and shaking Draco's hand.

"Ron. Hermione." Draco greeted, a smile on his face.

"Harry, hello! You're looking well." Hermione said as Harry kissed her cheek.

"I feel great too, I'm finally back to work, and with some slight mind altering I don't have to face any questions about the injuries that I should still be healing from." He laughed.

"That's great. I heard you're on your way to a promotion?"

"Yeah, actually. I should be promoted to board member the same week that Draco gets his medical license officially."

"That's amazing!" Hermione said.

"What is?" Neville asked.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, hugging both him and Draco.

"Dad! Can I go get a cookie?" Desirae asked, tugging on Neville's sleeve.

"No, not before dinner." Ginny scolded. "Alex, come here! There are some people I would like you to meet."

"I wish that we had that much control over the cookies that Scorpius ate." Draco grumbled.

"Yeah, Mom? What is it?" Alex asked.

"Alex, this is your uncle Draco and your... Your biological father, Harry." Ginny said.

"Hello." Harry said crouching down to his height. He was meeting Alexander for the first time. You could definitely tell that Harry was his father. Alexander was almost the exact replica of Harry when he was eleven. Alexander, however, had his mother's brown eyes, and her nose. He was cursed with the untamable Potter hair. "I'm Harry." He said nervously.

Neville and Ginny had talked to Harry and Draco. Harry had insisted they not inform the boy. He didn't want to interfere with their lives, he didn't want to confuse the boy but Neville simply insisted. "It's your right to know him, Harry. I'll still be his dad. It's fine."

"Hi," Alexander said. "So, what do I call you? Do I call you Dad?"

"Neville is your dad, Alex. You can call me that if you want. You can call me Harry if you want. It's up to you. If you want to, ah, Draco and I have a spare room that you could stay in, occasionally."

Alexander inspected Harry and Draco. "Okay." He said. "Thanks, Pops."

Harry beamed. "Now, I believe that Narcissa is giving out cookies." Harry whispered loudly.

Alex ran off, his eyes wide, and ran into the kitchen. "God, Harry. No wonder all Scorpius does is eat cookies, you let him!" Draco scolded.

"He's fine." Harry stood and hugged Neville. "Thank you." He said. "Thank you for being there for Ginny and him. I'm sorry that 'm such a fuck up. And thank you for letting me be a part of his life."

"You're not a fuck up, Harry." Neville hugged Harry back. "And of course. I would hope that you would do the same for me."

"Of course." Harry said, leaving the hug.

"Dad!" Scorpius called, causing every dad in the room to turn, only to turn around again when they realized it wasn't their son.

"Yeah, bud?"

"Maria is demanding that you come see her this second!" Scorpius yelled from the kitchen.

Harry smiled at the group, and walked toward the kitchen. "And where is Maria?"

"Right here, you twat." She said from behind him. "Put on these robes, we're having a match." She smiled. "Of course, I expect a hug first."

Harry hugged his little sister tightly. "How is the training? You're working under Snape, right?"

"Yeah, it's great. I don't know why you never got on with him. He's a great professor, and master."

"I'm shit at potions." He said.

"True." She replied. "I'm going to get Ron and Fred and George and Ginny. Find Moony and Paddy, would ya?"

Harry nodded, and began his search for his Godfathers, eventually finding them kissing under one of the trees in the Malfoy's backyard.

"Oh for chrissake." Harry said, rubbing his eyes. "Put on your robes, we're having a match."

He began to walk away but was stopped by Sirius engulfing him in a hug. "Heya, Prongslet."

"Padfoot, do you have to call me that?"

"It's payback for leaving us." Sirius smirked, rubbing his knuckles on Harry's head.

"Hey, Harry." Remus smiled, hugging the man when Sirius finally let go. "How are the kids?"

"Crazy, as per usual. Amelia is growing like a weed. She was so skinny when she was born, and now she's a pudge. She's got fat rolls on her fat rolls."

"She sure is precious." Remus smiled.

"Yeah she is." Harry gushed. "I love being a dad."

"It's the most rewarding thing." Remus agreed.

"That, and being a Godfather." Sirius said, throwing his arm over Harry's shoulder.

"That too, I guess." Remus laughed.

"Who is playing?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know. Maria just told me to find you guys. She said she was going to find Ron, Ginny, Fred and George though. I assume Dad will as well, if he ever shows up."

"I'm here, I'm here. Merlin. So impatient." James said, pulling his Quidditch robes on. "Your mother is mad because I made her late. Again."

"What for this time?" Remus asked.

"I wanted to sex her right."

"Oh my GOD, Dad!"

"What?" James asked innocently.

"God." Harry started to walk away, shaking his head and smiling, only to be stopped by Ron who tossed a broom at him.

"Put your robes on, Mate!" he said.

Harry did as he was told, and mounted the broom. For the first time in eight years, Harry played Quidditch with those he loved. Draco watched from the ground, cheering Harry on and wincing every time Harry would make a dangerous move. It was second nature to him, flying. The snitch was an added bonus, he thought as he caught it only twenty minutes into the game.

"Another one!" James demanded, throwing his goggles on the ground in petty anger. "I refuse to be beaten by my son who hasn't played in eight years! Ginny, watch for the bloody snitch this time!"

"I can't help it, Dad! Ron, Fred, George and I make one solid team!" He bragged.

"4 versus 4 isn't fair!" Ginny called again. "We don't have a beater, and you have two!"

"Maria is a splendid chaser though!" Ron called.

"Yeah!" Fred yelled. "Just because we strategize!"

"Yeah, pull your head out!" George yelled.

Harry smiled. He looked below him and gazed at Draco, a happy smile on his face.

Harry wouldn't change anything for the world.

A sharp whistle broke through his thoughts, alerting him to the start of the game.

Harry let out a delighted laugh. He would never take life for granted again.