"But why do I have to go to a new school?" Scorpius asked.

"Because the management at your old school was less than impressive."

"What?"

"Your father and I didn't want you there anymore, Scorpius. Daphne is transferring her kids as well. She was just as unhappy."

"Where am I going?"

"You'll be attending a private institution. It's a bit of a drive but it's near my work so you'll just leave with me in the mornings." Harry smiled.

"Will the other people be nice?"

Harry and Draco exchanged sad looks. "We hope so, son."

Scorpius beamed. "Whatever. Can I have ice cream?"

Harry rolled his eyes and Draco shook his head in amusement.

The scene gradually changed then, showing quick glimpses: Harry and Draco on dates, Scorpius's sixth birthday party, Lucius's 59th birthday party, their anniversary, Harry's promotion party. Finally, the scenes stopped. They were now all watching as Draco and Harry sat on a picnic blanket and watched Scorpius run around and feed the ducks.

Draco popped a strawberry into his mouth, rolling his eyes as Scorpius tripped, yet again, and fell onto his hands and knees. The boy immediately got up, looking at his fathers and smiling sheepishly before he laughed at himself.

"Dray, will you hand me a sandwich?"

Draco glanced at Harry from the side of his eyes, choosing to ignore the man until he called him by his proper name.

"Dray." Harry said again, pushing Draco lightly on the shoulder.

Draco, continuing to ignore his husband, took another strawberry and popped it into his mouth.

"Dray." Harry whined.

"WHAT?!" Draco finally broke, turning around sharply and glaring at Harry. "Would it really hurt you to say two syllables, Potter?" He said with his eyes narrowed.

"Will you hand me a sandwich?" Harry said again, his face not betraying the humor he was actually feeling.

Draco sighed a most aggravated sigh, reached over and grabbed a sandwich, and all but threw it at the man.

"Thanks." Harry smiled.

Draco rolled his eyes, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah." He said.

Harry then decided that he was tired and laid his head on Draco's lap and closed his eyes, snore emitting almost immediately from the man's mouth.

"What am I going to do with you?" Draco asked quietly, running his fingers through the absolute mess that Harry called hair.

"Dad!" Scorpius yelled as he ran over. "Oh, sorry. Father, guess what?" He asked in a quieter tone.

"What?"

"I was by the river and a river snake came out of the water. I was kind of scared at first, but then it said to me it said "Don't be afraid, young human, for I am only here to warn you of the angry swan." And then he left. I thanked him for the warning and then ran away because the swan was coming close to me." Scorpius said, his voice lowering as he imitated the snake.

"That's nice, son." He entertained Scorpius's wild imagination Why don't you sit down for a moment and drink some water? I don't want you to become dehydrated."

Scorpius took a deep breath and plopped himself loudly next to Draco, reaching for his water bottle. "Can I have a cookie?"

"Sure." Draco said, still running his hands through Harry's hair.

Scorpius chewed on his cookie -which Draco noticed was actually four cookies- happily and loudly, taking periodic sips of water.

"Do we have some watermelon?"

"Yes we do, it's in the grey Tupperware."

"The what?"

"The grey container, Scorpius."

"Oh, that one. The one that Dad refuses to let anyone use but himself?"

"No, that one is still at home. Yes, that one." He said when Scorpius finally grabbed the correct one.

He popped the lid open, flinging some juice onto Harry's face, and took a big slice out of the container.

Draco's phone began to ring, signaling an incoming call from Pansy. He was reluctant to pick the phone up, afraid of another set of bad news and another failed IVF.

"Draco." He said.

"Draco!" Pansy's excited voice rang out. "Is Harry around? Get Harry!" Draco woke Harry up, who sat up groggily.

"Hullo?" He said into the receiver, immediately putting it on speaker. "She said it's for both of us."

"It took!" She cried happily. "The egg took! I'm pregnant!"

Harry and Draco looked at each other and beamed. Scorpius was confused, but waited quietly none the less.

"Really?" Harry asked, tears beginning to spill out of his eyes. "We're going to have another baby?"

"Yes!" Pansy said, and you could tell that she was crying now as well.

"When is it due? I don't want to know the sex. Do they know if it's mine or Harry's genetically?"

"September 15th, I won't tell you when I find out, and we won't know until the baby is born." Pansy answered the questions.

"This is so great." Harry said, holding Draco's hand as he smiled.

"What is?" Scorpius finally said, his impatience getting the best of him.

Pansy waited on the other side of the line, "Scorpius, your father and I have been trying for a few months now to have a baby. Finally, Aunt Pansy is pregnant and you're going to be a big brother."

Scorpius's face absolutely lit up. "I'm going to have a little sister?"

"We won't know until the baby is born, but yes, you could have a baby sister. You could also have a baby brother." Draco corrected.

"It's a sister." Scorpius said, crossing his arms.

"Let him think what he wants, Draco." Harry smiled, "Pansy, we'll be over to your place in two hours."

"I love you guys!" She said.

Harry and Draco laughed together, throwing their arms around each other as Scorpius smiled at his Dads.

All was well.

The memory ended there, pulling the group out of the Pensieve.

"That's it." Draco said, brushing lint off of his suit. A timer went off almost immediately after he said this, alerting them that dinner was ready.

"Dinner!" Lily called to the children upstairs who came barreling down immediately after.

"Father!" Scorpius said rushing to the man.

"Yes?"

"I've made friends!" Scorpius said.

"That's great, son." Draco smiled. "I'm glad. You're having a good night, then?"

"Yes! Can I sleep over?"

Draco started to protest, but James interrupted him. "If it is okay with your father, it is okay with us."

Draco nodded, slightly hesitant, and smiled at his son. "Let's get some food, then."

...

A couple nights later, Draco was on call. He was spending the night in the hospital and was just laying down on the cot when his pager went off. He groaned and sat right back up, not even bothering to look at the screen, well aware that it was in the ICU, as that was his rotation tonight.

He ran into the ICU and was met with complete and utter chaos. The nurses were running around and grabbing the crash cart when he walked in. "Room 12, stall 4! Code blue!"

Draco's breath caught in his throat. That was Harry's cot. He was supposed to be stable!

Draco, immediately going into doctor mode, ran into the room.

...

Harry was stabilized, but just barely. Draco was fretting as he was talking with his supervisor.

"Draco, I really don't see any sign of improvement. Perhaps you should consider taking him off of the ventilator?"

"You're not really suggesting that I take my husband off of life support?"

"I am. Draco, if this was a regular patient you would see that the situation was hopeless."

"I can't." Draco said, beginning to break down.

"Draco."

"I can't." he said again, "Are you really telling me that none of the doctors here see any sign of hope?" his supervisor nodded. "Well then I'll just transfer him. I'll transfer him to his family's hospital."

"He's not stable enough; you know you can't do that."

"As his husband and proxy, I can. He'll be transferred tomorrow."

...

The next morning found James and Lily standing outside of St Mungo's hospital, Scorpius by their side. They walked in, announced who they were, and were led to their son's room.

"Father!" Scorpius said, hugging his father around the waist.

"Hello, Draco." Lily said, running her hand along Harry's forehead.

"How did he get that scar?" Draco asked. "I've always wondered, but he would never tell me."

"It was actually an accident on a broom." James laughed. "Landed square on a rock in the middle of a game."

"Of quimmich?"

"Quidditch." James corrected. "And yes."

"When are the healers going to see him?" Lily asked.

"In about 30 minutes, actually."

"Is Dad okay?"

Draco smiled sadly at his son. "I hope so."

James and Lily sat down in the extra chairs and waited with Draco.

Shortly after James and Lily had arrived, a knock sounded from the door. A woman entered immediately after.

"Poppy!" James and Lily said together. "What are you doing here?" James asked.

"When I heard that Harry was back and in critical condition, I figured that I was the only one able to handle it. Hello, I am Poppy Pomfrey. I am the head healer at Hogwarts, and you are?"

"Draco Malfoy-Potter. I'm Harry's husband and this is our son, Scorpius."

"Hello!" Scorpius said happily. "Are you going to fix my dad?"

"You bet your bottom." She smiled a rare smile at the boy.

"Now, only one guest is allowed. Perhaps the husband?" Poppy said sadly as she inclined her head for James and Lily to take Scorpius. The two adults nodded and led the boy outside, promising another cookie.

"You are a muggle?"

"Yes."

"Don't be surprised by anything you see here dear. I'm professionally trained in the art of magical healing. I'll have him fixed in no time."

Draco nodded and watched as she began to administer fluids to him orally.

"Whoever did these bandages has a skilled hand." She noticed.

"Thank you. I'm actually a resident right now." Draco said, "I was doing my rounds when he came in. I had to unfortunately doctor him until my superior took over for me."

"You did these sutures and bandages?"

Draco nodded his head. "His head was done in surgery, however." Draco said, nodding to the bandage on his head.

"They are beautifully done. I almost mistook them for magical bandages. Now, let's see here." She began to take the casts off, and by take-off, Draco realized with shock that she was vanishing them.

She casted a charm that let her see what the breaks looked like. "They're almost done healing." She said. "That's the work of these potions. Cuts the healing time of a broken bone to a record amount of time. Of course, they won't be completely healed until twenty-four hours later, but that's a lot faster than months, yes?" She smiled. She waved her wand and a light blue light began to emit from Harry's core.

"What is that?"

Poppy shook her head and took some notes. "That is his magical core. It's exhausted. They are usually a bright green. Harry, however, has always been powerful. His magical core is always a flaming red color. He's magically exhausted."

"What does that mean?"

"That means that he performed an extreme amount of magic, more than is normal for one time. It happened to him once during school, when he fell off of a broom, but it's very rare that a witch or wizard exhausts themselves so much. The coma he is in currently is his body trying to regain its power. Unfortunately, without the proper potion administration, the process is nearly impossible. Especially since they were insisting you take him off of support."

"You mean he could have been better days ago? If only I had brought him here?"

"Well, yes. But you didn't know any better, now did you? You're a muggle doctor, and you trust muggle techniques, and you should. However, muggle medicine, while amazing, doesn't generally work for those with magic who are in critical condition."

Draco watched as the woman administered more potions to Harry, and the color of the light began to shift from light blue to a darker blue. "It's working already?"

"This potion works fast. He should wake up tomorrow morning." Draco's eyes were wide.

"Amazing."