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"I'm not sending my son to muggle preschool." Draco said.
"Oh, he's your son now? Because if I remember correctly, last week when he had his phase of making himself look like Kreacher's brother, you said he was my son." Harry answered.
Harry and Draco were in their living room at Grimmauld Place helping Luna get ready. They wished they had more help. They had no idea what they were doing, and she wasn’t exactly the most focused person. Dean was really doing most of the work. He had done something quite impressive with her hair and it was no surprise his wands had the reputation of being the most beautifully designed in the entire wizarding world. People came to Ollivander’s from all around to buy his wands, even since Ollivander himself passed away last year.
They’d lost Seamus a while ago. Which worried them. Every single time he’d ended up alone with the kids, any of the kids, it turned bad. He somehow managed to give them ideas and so often they ended up breaking things. Like it wasn’t enough for him to break curses in Egypt, he also had to get his friends’ kids to break their houses. All the Weasleys were at the Burrow getting everything set up and helping Ginny get ready. There were a lot to do and the kids would’ve been in the way, so they dropped them off here, where they could play with Teddy. And destroy a house Harry had spent an eternity renovating.
“Kid is messy. If school gets kid out of Kreacher’s house, then Kreacher is on Mr Potter’s side.”
“That’s unfair, you just don’t want to have to clean up after him, that’s not a real argument.”
“Muggle preschool would let Teddy get another perspective, Draco, and open his mind to a different world.” Luna said. “His grandfather was a muggle, wouldn’t it be nice for him to know more about that? He’ll still end up at Hogwarts in a few years.”
“I feel like you’re ganging up on me. We don’t even need to hear from Dean, he’s a muggleborn, he’ll agree with you.”
“I do agree with them. Sorry.”
“We should’ve had this conversation at Pansy and Hannah’s wedding last month, I would’ve had some allies there.”
“You think Hannah and her Hufflepuff friends would’ve taken your side?” Harry could barely stop himself from laughing.
“Mine would’ve. And you don’t know, they haven’t been to muggle school and they did great, they might agree with me. It’s dangerous. It could expose our world to the muggles.”
“I went, I did magic and no one figured it out, Draco. Just like every muggleborn child. It’ll be fine.”
“You were also bullied incessantly for being different. Our son already changes his appearance all the time. He never has a normal hair colour, how is that going to work? How will we explain his blue hair?”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“I’ve been weird and bullied throughout my years at Hogwarts, and I turned out just fine with support from my friends.” Luna chimed in, prompting Draco to give Harry a look as if she just proved his point. Harry simply laughed.
They heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. They did break something. They could hear Victoire from down here, screaming at the boys that they messed up. She might only have been three and a half, but when she was around Teddy and Freddie, it felt like she was the eldest cousin.
“Seamus, you’re supposed to be watching them!” Draco yelled. “You’ll wake up the baby and Angelina will kill us all for ruining her daughter’s sleep schedule.”
“What did she expect though? She knows how the boys are together.” Harry said. “And it’s common knowledge that the two of us can barely handle one kid, let alone four.”
“I’d give most of the credit to Kreacher, Dromeda and Narcissa for Teddy still being alive. It’s a miracle either of you even made it through Hogwarts at all.” Dean took a few steps back and observed his work. “Anyway, I think I’m done here. Luna, you are a beautiful bride and Ginny will be speechless when she sees you.”
Luna smiled even brighter. Harry felt such pride seeing her so happy. She used to have no friends at all and be bullied because she was a little different. Now, she was surrounded by friends, about to get married into a wonderful family. She’d come so far.
“So, are we ready to go?” Draco said. “I mean, once we get the kids into their wedding clothes.”
“Yeah, I think we are. Did you want to stop by the Manor on the way?” Harry said.
“We can’t. You know how it is. It’ll be just a quick stop, but then someone will have an issue that requires a Healer and I won’t be able to leave for another hour or two. We’re already running late.”
“Alright. But you know we can’t be late, right? We have one of the brides with us, they can’t start until we’re there.”
“Still, I think it’s best we go tomorrow. And then we can get everyone’s opinion on Teddy’s school.”
“If you really want to.”
Draco had inherited the Manor after Lucius drank himself to death two years ago. As he’d already made himself a home of Grimmauld Place, and a family of Harry and Teddy, he had no desire to move back there. It now housed Narcissa, Dromeda, their refuge for victims of abuse, as well as Mrs Goyle, Mrs Crabbe and their son. Gregory was now a bartender at the Hog’s Head, working alongside Aberforth.
Harry went by there regularly. He had quit the Auror’s office during the summer to accept McGonagall’s offer to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He came home to Grimmauld every weekend, but still lived at the castle during the week. He missed Draco and Teddy terribly, but it was worth it, he enjoyed teaching much more than chasing dark wizards. Dromeda took care of their son during Draco’s shifts at St Mungo’s. Neither of them actually needed to work. They both had a nice fortune inherited from their fathers, and Draco had been rewarded a good amount of galleons for creating nunquamsectum, the counter spell to sectumsempra.
They had barely arrived at the Burrow, that already they had lost three out of four kids. And only because Roxanne couldn’t walk yet. Knowing the boys, they had probably gone to play with the gnomes, if they could find any. Molly would’ve made sure to have the garden degnomed before the wedding. Talking of whom, she was walking right toward them.
“Oh Harry! Hagrid told us about your uncle, I’m sorry. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. We hadn’t talked since I left, you know the night George lost his ear.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re not sad. How was the funeral?”
“It was good. It was nice to see aunt Petunia again. And turns out I was right to keep Draco and Dudley apart all this time. These two have way too much in common. They got so absorbed in their conversation, they forgot I was there.”
“I would never forget you’re there, but I was happy to finally meet your cousin. I think we’ll be great friends. He wants us to bring Teddy over for dinner sometime.”
“Sure, let’s do that. Dudley can help me convince you about muggle preschool. He’d be helpful for once in my life.”
“No matter the reason, your cousin probably would love some company. He just lost his father, it must be hard.” Molly said.
“Yeah, he is taking it pretty hard. They were really close.”
They finished getting everything ready. It was a much smaller wedding than Bill and Fleur’s had been. They’d only invited close friends and family. That’s all Ginny and Luna needed. The ceremony was beautiful, everyone cried. Even George and Ron rushing in late in the middle of it couldn’t ruin anything. It made the brides laugh. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was still going strong and the two of them were always really busy. Molly, Percy and Fleur did complain about the cold, questioning what kind of person would host a wedding outside on New Year’s Eve, but eventually emotions took over them. Bill, Charlie and Oliver had spent most of the afternoon setting up heaters everywhere so it felt comfortably warm under the tent.
Since Harry and Draco had taken care of the kids all day, Angelina and Fleur offered to get Teddy to bed for them while they put down Freddie, Victoire and Roxanne. So they stayed at their table, enjoying a nice relaxing conversation with Ron, Hermione and Lee. They could see Ginny and Luna still on the dance floor. They’d done the father-daughter dance already and had now switched. Luna was waltzing with Arthur, while Ginny tried to keep up with whatever it was Xenophilius was doing. Molly stood to the side, a proud smile stamped on her face and her eyes bright with tears of joy.
“Where’s Neville?” Lee asked. “I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“Probably off somewhere having sex with my brother.” Ron said.
“Are they still doing that?” Draco thought the distance would’ve ruined them by now, but they didn’t have a relationship like any other.
“Whenever they’re in the same country. Charlie says it’s the best relationship he’s ever had. No strings, no pressure to actually see each other. They just enjoy hanging out whenever they can.” Hermione said. “It makes sense. If they get along and neither has any intention of moving, what they have works.”
“Must be fun, Harry, to be back at Hogwarts, working with Neville and Hagrid.” Lee said.
“It is. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier. I was so caught up in the war and going after Voldemort, it felt like I couldn’t just stop. But McGonagall was right, I was meant to teach.”
“You sure did a great job of it with the D.A.”
“Even in fifth year, I knew you’d be great at it.” Hermione said.
“Yes, and you were right, as always, we should all listen to you more.”
Even after five years, Harry still had trouble getting used to George’s long black hair. Maybe it was because it made him stand out among the Weasleys, a reminder of the one they lost. Maybe it reminded him of Sirius, with his own long dark hair. Whatever it was, it felt new and unusual every time he saw it. But George kept saying it made them look more like actual brothers and it warmed Harry’s heart to hear him refer to him that way.
Eventually, everyone came back to the reception, and they all gathered on the dance floor, happy like never before, looking forward to living the rest of their lives like this. The family they chose. It grew every year, and it became harder to find the time to be all together like this, but they were still always there for each other when they needed to be. It was all Harry wanted for his son, to grow surrounded by love and support.