Four years, and Two Months Later, February 2nd, 2021

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Harry yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He rolled over to smile at Draco and was instead met with a little girl's feet and a note that read:

Will be home around 9, got called in. Marcus didn't answer.

Love you,

Draco.

Harry smiled at the note, and reached over Amelia to grab his glasses from the end table. He rolled out of bed and tucked the girl in again, smiling as she snored softly.

He relieved his bladder, brushed his teeth, took a quick shower and then made his way down the hall, entering a room.

"Dada!" The toddler babbled from the cot he was in. Harry smiled, pushing the baby's sweaty, dark brown locks out of his face, and lifted the two-year-old from the cot.

"Good morning, Orion. Are you going to help Daddy make brother some special birthday pancakes?"

The baby smiled at his father, reaching for his glasses, which were charmed to be smudge proof.

Harry walked downstairs and sat the baby in his play pen, where he eagerly began to walk around and talk to the toys in there.

Harry began to shuffle around the kitchen, his feet still warming up in his slippers from the cold kitchen tiles. He looked out the window and noticed that even more snow had accumulated on the ground outside, as was common in February.

He began making the pancakes, overloaded with chocolate chips, and eggs and bacon. It was Scorpius's favorite meal, and Harry would make it on his birthday every year.

He checked his watch. 8:59 AM. As soon as he put his arm down, Draco walked into the kitchen, shivering.

"Good morning, Love." Harry said, kissing him on the mouth. "I started a fire. Scorpius and Amelia should be up any moment now, and breakfast is nearly finished."

Draco picked the baby up from the pen, and looked at Harry. "Sorry I left this morning. Marcus didn't answer the call phone last night. Turns out he actually has chicken pox."

"Damn, that sucks. It's okay, by the way. Amelia was there with me."

"Fada!" Orion squealed, pulling on Draco's hair, who yelped in surprise, grabbing the baby's fists.

"Yes, yes, I'm home. Let go." He said, struggling with the baby.

"Morning." Scorpius yawned, leading Amelia into the kitchen. Both of them were wearing their special Christmas pajamas from two months previous.

Amelia sat in her designated chair in the breakfast nook, and levitated a book to her.

"I'll never understand how a four-year-old is able to control her magic so well...Typically, young witches and wizards are not in control. Like Orion." Harry said, serving the kids their food.

Scorpius was silent, staring enviously at the book Amelia had levitated to her. The boy was the only one of his siblings to not have magic in his blood, and thus was the only one who was not magical. His eleventh birthday was the hardest one he was going to face, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to attend school with the rest of his family.

"Good morning, Scorpius." Harry said, kissing the boy on the head.

"Morning, Dad." He smiled, breaking out of his stupor.

"Happy birthday." Harry smiled, setting the whipped cream in front of the boy.

"Are you excited for your party this afternoon?" Draco asked.

"Yes!" Scorpius exclaimed, his mood instantly boosting at the prospect of a party in his honor. "Did you know that I asked Grandma Narcissa for a giant platter of cookies instead of a cake?"

"Good Lord, boy."

"Her cookies are the best!" Scorpius defended himself.

"He's right." Amelia put in. "Gramma makes the best cookies."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever you want for your birthday." Draco cut up the pancakes and placed some in front of Orion, who shoved them in his face and hair, syrup now covering his face.

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The Malfoy-Potter family entered the Malfoy premises, immediately greeted by a copious amount of balloons, ribbons, and presents. Of course, this was all to be expected when you had Narcissa Malfoy planning your party, The Potters, The Lupins', and all sects of the Weasley's as a part of your family.

"Whoa!" Scorpius exclaimed.

"Yeah, no kidding." Harry laughed.

"Harry, Draco! Scorpius!" Narcissa exclaimed. "You're all late! All of the guests are already here!"

Draco checked his watch. "Mother, we're twenty minutes early."

"And everyone else was thirty minutes early, Draco." She scolded.

"Why?"

"I don't run their lives, Draco. Perhaps because they have a longer drive than you, they left earlier. Scorpius, dear. Come. Amelia, you may come as well. Would you like to lay Orion down?"

"No, he's fine." Harry smiled, rubbing the toddler's back.

"Pansy and Blaise are here?" Draco asked.

"Yes, and she looks as pregnant as ever."

"It's about time she conceived her own child, I suppose." Draco smiled. "I still want to try one more time for another kid for us."

"No." Harry laughed. "We don't have time for that, Draco."

Narcissa rolled her eyes, leading the two kids into the grand ballroom, where the party was being held.

"Happy Birthday!" Every guest shouted as Scorpius entered the room. Other than those that were attending Hogwarts, the entire family was here.

Scorpius was engulfed in an infinite amount of hugs, and it seemed like it would never end. He took it with grace, hugging each member of his family as close as he did the first. Amelia was standing to his side, a teddy bear tucked under her arm as she hugged the family as well.

"I can't believe he's eleven." Lily said, wrapping her arm around Harry's waist. "It seems like just yesterday I was meeting him for the first time."

Harry smiled sadly. "I think he's having a hard time with this birthday, Mom. He's not bitter toward his siblings, by any means, but he is very disappointed that he won't be attending Hogwarts with his cousins and siblings."

Lily smiled. "He'll be alright. He's very strong."

"Yes, he is." Draco agreed. "Hello, Lily." He said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hello, son." She said.

"You know what will never cease to amaze me about Scorpius?" Draco asked.

"What?" Hermione said.

"His imagination. He'll always play in the back yard with Amelia, and though he can't perform magic, he'll take a stick and pretend like he can. He's always had the wildest imagination."

Harry nodded in agreement. "He used to talk to his stuffed animals. His favorite was the snake that I gave him when he was two, he would babble to that thing for days. I almost bought him a pet snake myself, you know. But at that point, I didn't want to risk it because I didn't want to risk getting caught in a conversation with it." Harry laughed.

"What?" Draco asked. "Caught in conversation with a snake?"

"OH! I've never told you! There's a skill that only a few wizards have. I think I'm the only one in years, honestly. Anyway, some wizards can talk to snakes. It's called being a parselmouth. I guess it runs in the Potter blood, but I'm the first one in hundreds of years."

"It caused a large amount of panic in our second year of school." Hermione said, having joined them a few minutes before. "There was a giant snake, a basilisk that had been in a hidden basement of the castle. Anyway, rumors were flying that the basilisk was released and people blamed Harry. Of course, it was never released."

"Interesting." Draco said. "Scorpius used to tell me that he was talking to snakes, you know."

"Well that was just his imagination, Draco. The chances of him being parselmouth are so slim that I couldn't even begin to describe. It's nearly a fluke that I'm one, let alone Scorpius, who doesn't have any immediate magic in his blood." Harry waved his hand. "That would be cool though."

Draco was silent, watching as his son played with the other children.

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