Freya, Norse Goddess of Love, Fertility and Sexual Desire

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Harry sought out Draco's lips, catching them swiftly in their first kiss in weeks. Both melted into it, happy to finally be that close to each other. There was something so soothing in sharing the same air with your loved one after so long without.

They broke away panting, but Harry pressed their foreheads together, overly joyous to be with his Draco again. He lovingly stroked at Draco's hair, running his fingers through the soft silk of it.

"Don't you dare disappear for two weeks ever again, Harry Potter," Draco hissed between his teeth, his hands playing with the front of Harry's robes.

"I won't. I promise."

Draco stepped back, out of Harry's arms before he led him to the bed. The two of them sat up against the head, their legs outstretched and their shoulders touching as they put the blankets over their legs.

"So where have you been all this time?" Draco asked, his hand grabbing for Harry's.

"Fighting off the bad guys. Where'd you think I was?"

"For all I knew, you were enjoying some lover in some exotic location while I cried in bed, awaiting your return." Draco's fingers entwined with Harry's and he brought them up to kiss the brunette's knuckles. "Which better not have been the case."

"It certainly wasn't." Harry nuzzled into Draco's hair and temple, loving the smell of his future husband. "I was thinking, by the way, are we boyfriends?" His heart nearly exploded at Draco's smile.

"We better be."

"Good."

Draco curled into Harry, who wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulder, holding him close. "I want Scorp back."

"Me too...you haven't eaten anything from the Great Hall, have you?"

It caused Draco to jolt away from his newly-labelled boyfriend. He sat propped up on his knees, wide eyed, looking at Harry. "How do you know about that?"

"Your father approached me tonight...he kidnapped me, actually, but gave me this to give to you." Harry reached into the pocket of his jeans and brought out the small vial. "He managed to get a drop of it. You should be able to analyse it and find a cure for it with this, right?"

Draco grabbed the vial and held it up, trying to catch it with the non-existent light. Harry offered help, lighting the tip of his wand with the ever useful 'lumos' spell.

"Better?"

"Yes." The blonde continued to look at the drop and let out a sigh. "It should be enough for me to break it down and go backwards from there." Very carefully, Draco placed it on the bedside table before curling up in the bed, his head on Harry's right thigh. "Do you think Scorp disappeared because I've already had some of it?"

"I hope that's not the case."

"I probably would have taken it sooner or later if I didn't know. So...so if the food I've been eating has been clean, Scorpius should come back, right?"

"That would be the logical thing."

Harry had to take in a deep breath. Having Draco's head in his lap wasn't exactly the most innocent of places and his hormones were well aware of that fact. Actually, they were overly aware of that. He tried his hardest not to shift and make Draco aware of it, also. He could have done with a nice, cold shower at that moment.

And then there was that hand on his lower thigh. It was stroking just above his knee. Sure, it was meant to be a comforting gesture, but Harry wasn't too sure as to what Draco was trying to comfort. He knew the blonde was used to getting sex whenever he wanted it and that he had gone months without it, but he wasn't too sure if Draco even knew what he was stirring.

"I've missed you so much. I just wanna...I'm never letting you go, Harry. You're staying here with me until we're ready to find Scorp's surrogate mother."

The tiniest of laughs tore free from Harry's throat, though it was pained. He wouldn't have minded staying in bed with Draco until that time, either. Granted, there would have been a lot less clothes and talking.

However, the talking was a must. If Harry was to keep himself from jumping his boyfriend, the conversation had to continue. "Do you think he went back to his own time? I hope he didn't. I hope he never has to see that hell ever again. It's just not good for him."

"I don't know," Draco said thoughtfully. "I mean, there are so many wizarding theories out there about each timeline being a separate thing. Just because he changes the past here doesn't mean he'll change his own past or future. It could be he changes the future for us, but not himself."

"That's also a Muggle theory."

"That's interesting. And yet, neither has been able to prove it?"

"Well, time travel isn't possible in the Muggle world. So they can't prove it."

"We weren't able to prove anything, either. Scorpius is the only person alive who could know the answer. Our time travel is too small to be accurate. The difference in a few hours isn't much to change the world."

Harry ran his hand through Draco's hair again. "We have to wait ten years for him to be back in our lives again if he's really gone back to his time. Do you think the potion wore off?"

"That was one of the options I was considering. I went over the properties of it and couldn't find anything. I'm still not skilled enough yet to be able to understand why it works. Sure, I've got the recipe, but I don't have a clue why or how I thought up those things. It's strange to know that I'm not smart enough to solve a problem I've already solved."

"Gotta love those paradoxes." Draco hummed his response. "How'd you find out about the poison?"

"Slytherin spies. Theo has his own little band of them. He's enlisted the help of a fourth-year. Insane little bugger, I swear it. The little shit spied on Parkinson and found out through Bulstrode that she was flashing around something in a vial and just what it was. Whichever Death Eater planted it left a note telling them to use it against me. It'll cause me to have a long and painful death."

"That's what your father told me...you know what else he said? He told me that he and your mother have accepted me as their son; that I'm part of their family now."

Grey eyes stared up at him in shock. "Are you for real? Father actually said that?"

"Yeah, he did. He also said that he and Narcissa really want Scorpius and Lily as their grandchildren."

"But you're Harry Potter. A Gryffindor with a Muggleborn mother..."

"I'm having a hard time accepting it as well. I've never seen him so frazzled though. I think he's changing sides because of you."

"Bullshit. He practically disowned me..."

"That's what I said. But he's realising that what he did was wrong."

"Very wrong."

"Yes, wrong, but he's willing to go against Voldemort for you. That's a good sign. Hell, he even saved me twice tonight. I would have gotten an Avada Kedavra to my back if he hadn't pushed me away. And then I was bleeding everywhere...and he used the bloody Imperius on me. How dare he do that?"

Whilst he was woozy from blood loss earlier, Harry was starting to recall what had happened.

"What did he make you do?"

"Drink a potion that replenished the blood I had lost..."

"How dare he?" Draco taunted, a beautiful grin on his lips as he continued to look up at Harry's face.

Harry scoffed. "He used an Unforgivable on me. That's just not appropriate."

"He saved you. That's good enough for me." His hand continued its stroking. "Sorry, which thigh was it that got cut open?"

"Left."

"Oh."

"Pomfrey patched it up better than what your father did."

"Father tried healing you? Good luck with that." There was a chuckle in his voice as if he knew his father's talents were that limited. "He might be a master at the Dark Arts, but he doesn't have a clue on how to properly heal a wound. That's why he carries those potions everywhere. That way, he can bugger up the spell to close the cut so that it isn't pouring out anymore and can literally drink his worries away."

Harry loved Draco's laugh.

"So where were you getting all that clean food from? I'm guessing the reason you're not freaking out right now is because you haven't been eating in the Great Hall."

"Theo would get me the food from the kitchens directly. Poor bloke probably did it because he wants Scorpius as his kid. We got into an argument about it before. Apparently I led him on with the whole family thing too soon after he lost his last family member. Not a very happy Theodore."

Just watching those lips move hurt. He wanted the blonde so badly.

"He even kissed me."

And that brought Harry crashing back down to reality.

"He what?"

"He's convinced he's actually Scorp's papa and that we get married and all that..."

"And he kissed you?"

"Yeah, he kissed me. He was trying to convince me..."

"I'm gonna kill him." Harry seriously had to take deep breaths to stop himself from exploding with anger. Someone else had kissed his Draco. He could understand Blaise. They were exes. And that was long before they really started anything. Granted, he had gotten just as nastily jealous that time, too...

Draco snorted. "You missed out on the real fun. You and Scorpius were gone, which meant I was easy pickings in potions class, wasn't I?"

"Oh Merlin."

"Yeah. I ended up with a potion poured down my back and that burnt away half of the skin there..."

Draco was forced into stopped. Harry had wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and had pulled him up to his chest so that Draco's back was facing him. With a simple motion that had Draco wondering just what Harry had gotten up to, Draco's nightshirt was whipped off him, leaving him topless in the dark room. Harry lit the tip of his wand again as he looked at the skin before him.

Most of his back was fully healed, but Harry found the parts that weren't. "Holy shit, Draco. I'm so sorry. I should have been there...I could have stopped this." He bent forward, kissing around the burns, making sure not to touch the sensitive areas. At the same time, his hands held Draco's hips, keeping him still.

Draco couldn't help but whimper Harry's name as he was dragged closer and the lips trailed up his neck, around to his jaw. Their lips brushed briefly until Harry returned to the burnt skin, worshiping it in his apology for not being there to stop it. Harry's hands caused Draco's entire body to tingle as he moved them up and down Draco's chest as he pulled the blonde's body closer to him.

"Why didn't Pomfrey fix all of this?" Harry finally asked, resting his chin on Draco' shoulder, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. Draco's body was pressed flush against Harry's clothed skin (which angered the blonde), but his rear could easily feel Harry's arousal.

"I didn't want to stay in the one place for too long," Draco admitted, though his mind was on other things. "Hey." His voice was soft as he tilted his head back onto Harry's shoulder.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you."

He felt the arms tighten around his waist. "I love you too."

And it just felt so damn right. Being together was where they belonged.

"I'm happy we have our babies together. I can't imagine being with anyone else. Even being touched by someone who isn't you makes me feel like I'm about to vomit everywhere. It's disgusting."

It was spoken so strongly that it made Harry's stomach freeze. "Who touched you?"

"He was expelled."

"What the hell did he do?"

Draco took in a deep breath. Harry's reaction was not going to be fun. "He put his hands down the back of my pants..." He felt Harry grinding his teeth on his shoulder. "He was expelled. And there was no damage...I just felt a little ill. He was stupid for doing it in front of Severus, anyway."

"What the hell could possess anyone to do something like that?"

"He claims he didn't do it. It's like he was under the Imperius. I wouldn't put it past Parkinson in all honesty. The other guy said the same thing..."

"Other guy?"

"The one with the potion. He was expelled as well. Dumbledore took one look at my back and decided that one." Nimble fingers picked at the blankets, finding a piece of fluff. "I wonder if Father knew about it."

"He didn't say anything." Harry buried his head on Draco's neck, covering the fine skin with kisses. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I didn't even think that something like this would happen to you. I'm so stupid. I should have known or thought about it."

"It's okay, Harry. You were busy saving lives and all that knight in shining armour stuff. At least you came back to me. I can sit here and say that the great Harry Potter came to my bed after slaying the evil guys."

Harry laughed, kissing Draco's cheek. "Well, now that you know the true nature behind this visit, are you okay to leave your bed and me alone for a while?"

Perfect teeth nipped at Harry's ear playfully. "Speaking of which, how the hell did you get down here?"

"Snape gave me the password without a question. I guess he misses Scorpius as well."

"Ah. And how did you know which door was mine? Or did you open each one up until you found the paranoid one in bed?"

Holding Draco tighter, Harry blew air into the blonde's ear before continuing. "I tried all the doors and yours was the one I couldn't open with my hand alone. You have some nice hexes on that, by the way."

"Not like you were affected by any of them," Draco scoffed. "I know for sure that I had the impotency hex on it." With that, he wiggled his backside into Harry's erection just to prove his point.

"What is with you and that hex? One of these days, it's gonna backfire and you're not going to be very happy about that."

"I think it's best to leave your enemies with a reason never to try again."

"Yeah, well I'm sure you wouldn't have been too happy if it had worked on me."

"I thought my bed was getting that."

Harry chuckled, his breath warm on Draco's neck. "We should do this more often."

"We haven't done anything yet," Draco argued, his hand running up Harry's thigh. His left hand grazed the spot where Harry's pants had been sliced in the attack, followed by the dried blood he had bled. "You seriously came here straight after the battle, didn't you? Did you at least clean off the blood from your skin?"

"Pomfrey did all that. I just really wanted to see you. I didn't really have any time to stop by the Tower, shower and get changed."

Draco leant his head back again, this time to suckle the soft skin under Harry's ear. He felt Harry's body twitch at the movement and couldn't help but smile. When he was satisfied with the mark he left, he seated himself back properly.

"So, when am I getting my shirt back?"

"Not tonight."

With that smile that Harry loved so much, Draco chuckled, his fingers entwining with Harry's. "I really like that answer."

Just for the sake of it, he pushed those hands down into his lap, letting Harry know what was happening to his body. He heard Harry moan, his breath coming out against his neck as Harry gathered him up, pressing his hips close as he moved his hands over Draco's length.

Draco shivered at the feel of the material moving up and down his skin, guided by Harry's hands. He had waited for this for far too long.

"You know, I was quite certain you were the type to wear less to bed," Harry smirked against Draco's back. "I was hoping that, anyway."

Letting out a breathy laugh, Draco leant back so that Harry had to put his head on his shoulder to accommodate him. "Sorry to disappoint you."

Harry turned his head, stealing Draco's lips again. "Then be sure to be naked the next time I sneak into your room in the middle of the night." He left his right hand to continue stroking Draco and allowed his left hand the freedom of exploring Draco's chest. His fingertips burned pleasantly against ivory skin, trailing over the fine hairs that dusted Draco's upper body until coming to tease a nipple.

Draco gasped, his hips now moving in time to Harry's hand as his own hands curled in the bed covers. Harry's eyes took in every little detail. Draco's knees were rubbing together, his teeth had come down to bite on his lip, his eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. The skin on his neck was flushed, begging for Harry's attention. He obeyed.

The moment Harry started on Draco's neck, Draco's right hand flew up, holding the mouth close to his body. His breath came out as a moan as Harry nibbled and licked his way around Draco's skin. He breathed Harry's name out, loving the way the other teen made him feel. Harry pulled back, his kisses now focusing on Draco's back again. He was so gentle with the burnt skin, causing Draco to tingle all over.

Before long, Draco turned around in Harry's arms, slipping out from under his hand to face the brunette. Grinning wickedly, Draco slipping forward, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders as he kissed that delicious mouth, gaining some form of dominance over his soon-to-be lover. And Harry let Draco be dominant in the kiss, sighing as the blonde sat in his lap. Either one of them moaned at the friction that caused.

Draco lowered his hands to untuck Harry's shirt from his jeans, his hands burning as they travelled up Harry's sides to raise the shirt up Harry's midriff. They broke off the kiss and Harry took his own hands from Draco's hips to allow Draco to remove the cloth from his body. As Draco bent to kiss the newly available skin, Harry's hands moved down Draco's bare back, heading straight for the teen's rear. He could feel Draco reaching down again, this time grabbing the wand from Harry's back pocket and sliding it under one of the pillows.

"Only you could do something that practical when we're doing this..." Harry muttered, kissing Draco quickly before the blonde took away his glasses as well. They were put on the bed side table before Draco leant back, admiring what was before him. Harry was so much darker than he was, a golden tan rather than the paleness of Draco's skin.

"I cannot wait to get you naked," Draco whispered, sitting up flush against Harry's chest again. Harry chuckled, his arms coming around Draco's waist, locking him into place. Cheekily, Draco pressed a quick kiss to the tip of Harry's nose before he slipped his hand down their fronts to undo Harry's belt. The belt was quickly pulled away from Harry's waistline and tossed away from the bed. Harry's hands massaged Draco's thighs lovingly as Draco flicked open the button on Harry's jeans and the fly was unzipped.

"You're far too good at undressing people."

He heard Draco snicker in his ear before he was forced onto his back. Within seconds, Draco had stripped him of both his jeans and his cotton boxers. Lastly, he pulled Harry's socks off. The articles were thrown to the side carelessly as Draco took in the sight before him. Harry flushed hotly when he saw Draco's eyes flicker over his body, watching as those grey eyes caught in the light of the room.

Harry felt like whimpering when Draco's hands caught his thighs in his hands, just above Harry's knees, and began to meander upwards. They were oh-so soft and teasing as Draco ran his hands up and down the flesh, dipping down to his knees and reaching up to his pelvis. It was a heaven Harry hadn't yet explored, and the blonde was only touching his legs with his hands.

And then his pair of full lips found the path his left hand had made while Draco's hands separated Harry's legs. Delicately, Draco kissed and nipped at Harry's right thigh, turning his head inward so that he could leave Harry with a tender mark on the inside of his leg. Harry's breath came out laboured, hissing between his teeth and his hands clenched in the bed sheets. Draco's oral talent moved upwards, heading where Harry wanted it the most and his hands followed. Now playing with Harry's abdomen, Draco dipped his head low, instantly moving so that he could take Harry's sacs into his mouth.

Now this was new. Harry felt his entire spine curl at the sensation, mewling when Draco did something amazing with his tongue.

Draco sat back up, moving up Harry's body. He mouthed the hard shaft pressed against Harry's stomach, licking the tip of it, before kissing his way over Harry's chest. The brunette had more body hair than he did, which he didn't mind at all. He was overly impressed with his future-husband's body, elated with its beauty. He crawled over Harry's body, meeting his lips in a long and luxurious kiss.

Harry turned them over, kneeling over Draco, his hands instantly going for Draco's sweatpants. He kissed and nipped just as Draco had, trailing his way down Draco's slight line of hair to the waistband of his pants. Grabbing the material just under Draco's knees, Harry dragged them down, exposing inch after inch of Draco's perfect skin. He, too, sat back to enjoy the sight of his future-husband, loving looking at the flushed naked body under him.

"Dear God," Harry breathed, his manhood twitching with anticipation. The praise was lost to Draco; he was too aroused to care about what Harry was saying.

Harry ducked his head down, flickering his tongue over Draco's length the same way the blonde had done to him. However, he lowered his head for more. Surprising Draco, he took the head into his mouth, suckling as hard as he possibly could. Draco's entire body curled upwards and his breath struggled with a harsh gasp. Harry slipped lower, his hands clenching at Draco's hips as the blonde dug his nails into Harry's shoulders.

It was Harry's first time doing something like that, so when he thought Draco was worked up enough, he pulled away and settled his body over his blonde lover. It was all too tempting to return to what he was doing when Draco whimpered, wanting more of Harry's mouth. Instead, Harry wrapped his hand around the shaft, kissing Draco soundly.

When he pulled away, he was thankful Draco was a clever Slytherin. His face must have screamed that he didn't have a clue what to do, since Draco reached under the pillow to grab his wand. With a simple wave and a muttered charm, Harry's hand was covered in a warm gel, which sparked Harry's brief knowledge of what the next move was.

He was careful in his preparation, only knowing he was doing it right when Draco moaned and bucked his hips up to meet his hand. He loved the way the Slytherin looked. Even though his image was blurred (thanks to the fact Harry was practically blind without his glasses), Harry could see the way Draco squirmed, the way he bit on his lip when things felt good, the blush on his face and his eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

"Is it right?" Harry asked softly, pressing a kiss to Draco's belly button.

"Y-yeah...I'm ready, Harry," Draco responded, his breath hitching slightly as Harry's fingers brushed his sweet spot.

Harry had never been more thankful for those words in his life. He was achingly hard just from watching Draco's reactions. Draco recast the spell, this time on his own hand, and applied it. He grinned at Harry's breathy moan and his short thrusts into his hand. Then he settled back, his knees bent and his feet flat against the sheets.

The good burn came back. Harry's hands found Draco's hips and their pelvises met properly for the first time. Harry lowered his body onto Draco's, kissing him quickly, before he focused on easing his self into Draco's welcoming body.

Draco relaxed, feeling a penetration he hadn't felt in months. His body easily adjusted around Harry's, who was burning inside him. Harry's breath was hot on his collar bone, adding to the fire that was Draco's body.

"How is it?" Draco whispered into Harry's ear, pulling him down onto him. His arms wrapped around Harry's shoulders as they fit together like they were meant to be.

"Holy shit." And that was the only explanation Draco got. Harry thrust up, taking Draco by surprise, before the blonde's arms clamped down around him.

"Gi-give me some time to adjust," he requested. "It's been a really long time since I've done this..."

"Okay."

While Draco got accustomed to the old sensation, Harry was focusing the best he could. He was moments away from finding his bliss and he hadn't even started moving. Draco was much tighter than he thought he would be and it was driving him insane. It wasn't long until Draco was moving under him, raising his hips to meet him.

With a strangled moan, Harry responded thankfully, slipping out a little before pushing back in. Not too long after Harry established their rhythm, Draco was gasping every time Harry thrust up. His lover mightn't have been the most experienced lover in the world, but he knew how to hit the right spot over and over again. One leg went around Harry's hips and Harry's arms moved around Draco's waist, holding him as tight as he could.

Harry increased the speed and the strength of their rhythm, causing Draco's gasps to become a single croon, which he tried to silence in the crook of Harry's neck. In turn, Harry's grunts were stifled by Draco's neck.

They were both sweaty and groaning and moving together, unable to think coherently, with lights exploding behind their closed eyelids.

The pace quickly became brutal. Harry was striving for their ultimate bliss, giving Draco his entire being. The more he moved, the closer he and Draco were.

And close they were.

Draco's other leg came up around Harry's body, and he used them to meet Harry's every thrust. His voice was no longer muffled. Head back, Draco's mouth was open and he was getting louder and louder. Harry bit down on the exposed skin, marking Draco over and over again as he moved deeper and deeper inside him, hitting him where he loved it the most, getting faster and harder and deeper...

Draco's nails bit into Harry's skin as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and white exploded behind his eyes. He let out a wailing keen and Harry could feel jets of hot liquid painting his torso.

At the same time, the muscles that held Harry in the most intimate of embraces tightened around him, causing Harry's own world to lose colour and to spin out of control.

He collapsed onto his boyfriend, panting and in awe over how good that had just felt. Harry couldn't find any other thoughts. The need to cuddle his lover and to sleep overrode any other need. And from the way Draco held him tightly, it was obvious the other teen had only those thoughts as well.

-

The door opened slowly at first, until the handle was gripped from the other side of the door and yanked open.

"You are never allowed out of this castle to fight alongside Potter ever again," Severus declared, pulling his lover into his arms with one swift motion.

"It was okay. None of us got hurt, Severus," Remus consolidated him, knowing it killed the potion master to be so far away from the battle when Remus was there. He was so worried that someone would attack him and he wouldn't be there to protect him. "And I am a skilled fighter, you know. I'm perfectly capable of fighting off an attack like that. You don't have to get so worried..."

"We're getting married."

The words were boldly stated into Remus' hair since Severus hadn't yet relinquished his hold on the werewolf. Remus fell silent. There wasn't very much you could say to that from the top of your head.

"On the next Hogsmeade weekend," Severus continued. "We can get a minister to come here..."

"We can't on a Hogsmeade weekend," Remus objected. "We need to protect the children."

"Our wedding comes before their safety."

"You're acting like a child. I-I never even agreed to this. I don't recall talking about it or you proposing...I wouldn't mind us being engaged before we start thinking about when and where the wedding will take place." Remus stepped back from the taller man and headed towards the bathroom. He was in serious need of a shower.

"I don't need to propose to you. We both know you'll agree anyway," Severus ventured, stepping over the clothes Remus was stripping out of and dumping on the floor.

"How can you be so sure on that?" Remus was standing in front of the glass shower door, opening it. He was in little more than a pair of jeans, which didn't do much for Severus' concentration. No matter how often he saw his lover naked, he could never get enough. More than once, Remus had asked him if he was using some potion no one was supposed to know about. Naturally, that just made Severus take him another two times that night, if only to show off that he was all natural.

Remus rolled his eyes as he saw that glint in Severus' eyes. "Are you sure you're a man of your age? You're not unlike a teenage boy. It's sex all the time with you. That didn't sound right; I know it's also love and everything else that's warm and fuzzy, but doesn't it ever stay down with you? I'm exhausted from a battle, so you can tell the raging teenager in your pants to lay low tonight."

Severus smirked, stepping up to his lover and pulling him into his arms again. "I love you. And I know of our future together. That's how I know you'll marry me." He kissed Remus' jaw tenderly, though his right hand worked on Remus' fly.

"Don't start thinking you're joining me in here," Remus grumbled, seeking out Severus' lips.

"What if I propose to you?"

"A proposal's useless since you know I'm gonna marry you anyway."

Severus pulled away with a frown. "You're not allowed to use my own logic to stop me from having sex with you."

The werewolf just grinned before stepping out of his clothes. When he had the shower running, he made sure to magically seal the door behind him (which he had also blackened out so Severus couldn't see him), despite the fact that he knew the potions master would be waiting for him in bed.

He had to smile. His life was truly wonderful.

-

I can remember walking down the stairs to the kitchen. There had been a lot of screaming done by my papa the night before. He had been screaming and crying and Uncle Remus kept giving him cuddles, I didn't know what was wrong. I thought maybe he was still upset after the fight he and Daddy had had the night before. But he was still crying when I found him in the kitchen.

His eyes were so red and puffy and he kept sniffling. Papa never cried. Never.

Both Uncle Remus and Uncle Sev were there this morning. Papa didn't even look at me when I entered the kitchen. It was like he didn't want to see me-like he didn't want to acknowledge my existence, even. And that scared me.

It was Uncle Sev who saw me first. He came over to me and hoisted me up into his arms. Being the age that I was, this occasionally happened whenever the adults wanted to give me hugs. It was very rare that Uncle Severus would do it, though. If I wanted to hug him, I was expected to climb onto whatever furniture was there, rather than make him bend down to hold me. But this time, he had no problem with it.

He sat me up on the kitchen table, where Papa was sitting, and pretty much forced me into Papa's arms. The moment Papa touched me, he burst out into tears again.

I held his head to my chest, the same way he and Daddy had done to me whenever I cried, and did my best to make him stop. It just made him cry harder, I think.

"When's Daddy coming home?" I finally asked, looking up at the married couple to my left. Uncle Remus ran his hand over Papa's back soothingly, before he kissed my forehead.

"Your dad isn't coming back, Scorpius," he told me softly.

"Is that what divorce means?"

That made Papa shudder and cry even harder.

"No. Your daddy was caught by the bad guy."

"Like Aunt Ginny was? Papa got her back. He should be able to get Daddy back as well..."

"Draco's dead, Scorpius," Uncle Severus told me. Uncle Remus glared at him, but I didn't know why. I was only five. I didn't understand that word. Dead. Death. None of it made sense.

"You mean like the rose bushes? Papa said that they were dead, but he could plant some new ones...they came back...does he have to plant Daddy again?"

Papa was crying so hard I could feel the wetness against my chest, through my shirt.

"He's not coming back like the flowers did. He can't come back. When the bad guy caught your dad, he hurt him," Uncle Remus explained.

And that made me start to cry. I never wanted my parents to be in any sort of pain.

"We can take him to a doctor..."

"No we can't. Doctors can't make him better. We can't bring him back, Scorpius. He's gone."

"...I'm never gonna see my daddy again?"

My papa whispered to me that he was sorry, but I couldn't hear him. I was already crying too loudly to hear anything.