"I didn't include anything from the honeymoon. You don't want to see anything, but know that we had a wonderful time in Bora Bora." Draco nearly laughed at the grateful faces of Harry's friends and family. "This memory is about a year later. The last few are just a couple glimpses into Harry's and my life. Nothing too important happens from here on out, so far at least."

Draco was exhausted. He walked into the new home that Harry and he had purchased and kicked his shoes off, nearly collapsing into the couch. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again he was startled by the teacup that was in front of him.

"Welcome to the world of the living, Draco." Harry smiled, setting the tea on the coffee table. "You've been asleep for the three hours that I've been home. Scorpius and I nearly screamed when we saw your sleeping beauty on the couch when we got home from primary. What time did you get home?"

"I haven't a clue in the world. Where is Scorpius? It's too quiet. Is he alive?"

"Yes, he's outside with Daphne. She brought Delilah and Richard over for a play date that is now over. She was just about to leave, actually."

"I slept through a six-year-old, and two four year olds running through our house?"

"I entertained them outside, they only came in to use the loo."

Draco nodded in understanding, sipping at the tea. "What is for diner?"

"Isn't it your turn to cook?"

"Well, yes. Technically it is my turn to cook, but you see. I've just been asleep for five hours after a particularly grueling day at the school. Do you know what we did today, Potter?" Harry shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. "We had three tests. Three!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll start some pasta, then."

"You'd do well to."

Harry, Draco and Scorpius sat at the dining table in their home after they had finished eating. Draco was listening whole heartedly to Scorpius ramble on and on about what had happened at school that morning and Harry was grading a particularly grueling thesis statement. The pen scratched against the paper and Harry finally gave up and sighed, setting the pen down angrily.

"Tell your father about what Miss Maggie said today."

"OH!" The boy shot out of his seat and opted to instead stand on the chair. "Miss Maggie told me that I have the best grammar in the whole class, Father! The whole class!" The boy excitedly began to ramble again, his words jumbling into one big mess.

"That's great, Scorpius. Do sit down, though." Draco smiled.

Scorpius nodded his head, and plopped back down in the chair. "Dad, can I have ice cream? I ate all my veggies."

Harry smiled. "I suppose." He stood and walked back into the kitchen and came back with three bowls of ice cream topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup and caramel.

"This is going to clog my arteries." Draco frowned, but took a bite nonetheless.

"MM! Ifth thso good!" Scorpius said through his mouthful of ice-cream.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Draco scolded.

"Yeah!" Harry said, through an equally full mouth of food.

"Thorry." Scorpius said, swallowing the food after he had talked.

Draco rolled his eyes but smiled at his little family.

The scene shifted, and found the group standing in an office in front of a man who looked to be at least sixty-seven years old.

"This treatment is unacceptable!" Draco said, his voice raising.

"Draco, calm down." Harry said.

"I will not calm down, Harry. This man is not letting our son switch out of his class."

"It's simply impossible, you see." The man said, wiping the sweat off of his brow with a dirty handkerchief. "The year is halfway through. We can't just switch a boy out of his class due to some schoolyard bullying."

"Schoolyard bullying!" Harry shouted, his temper suddenly gone. "Schoolyard bullying is for one: not acceptable anyway, and for two: A little boy and his band of idiots called my son a faggot. You look me in the eye-," Harry then leaned forward, his hands now resting on the desk and his head looming over the man in front of him, "-You tell me how that is okay. Where does a five year old even learn those words?! Oh, I know! From his homophobic teacher! She's teaching five years olds and turning them against my son! My son is five years old, and he doesn't need people calling him slurs simply because his parents are both men."

"Perhaps you should have thought-," the man began.

"Excuse me?" Harry said, his voice getting dangerously low. "You look me in the eye and rethink saying those words again, you ignorant piece of shit. My life has nothing, and I mean nothing to do with you. God forbid two people who are in love get married and raise a family. You look me in the eye and tell me that my son is losing out on anything that he would have in a bloody "traditional home". There isn't a single thing. He has experienced more love in his short life than you could ever wish to have. Now, if you would be so kind to take Scorpius out of your school's system, I believe that we are transferring schools."

"You can't do-,"

"If you don't take my son out of your roster this very second, I will not hesitate to call the Malfoy family lawyer and get this sorry excuse of a school shut down." Harry said, an evil glint in his eyes. You could tell that he was not joking.

The two men walked out of the despicable mans' office and suddenly Harry was pulled into an empty classroom, hearing the door lock behind him.

"You're extremely sexy when you're mad, did you know that?" Draco purred in to Harry's ears.

"Draco." Harry laughed lightly. "We can't do anything here."

"Why not?"

"Because children go to school here."

Draco clicked his tongue. "That's a shame." He said, backing away from Harry. "You should get angry like that more often. It's very alluring."

"I don't like to be angry." Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. "The last time I was that angry was when I was fifteen. Some idiot called Hermione a derogatory slur. I had detention for a week, but the kid was in the hospital wing for a month."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."

"I remember that." Hermione recalled softly.

"Was that you, who he was talking about?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. There is this thing called blood status in the Wizarding World. I am of a "Lower" Status than some people, and there is a term that people use to describe it."

"Sounds stupid." Draco said.

"It is. But if you were raised to believe that, just like those people in your memory were, you wouldn't think so." Sirius said.

Draco frowned.