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“Yay!” Draco let out a happy cry and hugged his father before hurrying him out of the room.

Again the memory shifted, jumping forward six more years, by the look of Draco. The eleven year old who Harry had met in Diagon Ally was seated in bed pouting. Lucius and Narcissa stood in the doorway.

“I don’t know what to do with the boy,” Narcissa spoke, annoyance dripping in her tone. “He refuses to go to sleep as if he thinks that if he doesn’t sleep he won’t have to go to school tomorrow!”

A wry smile played about Lucius’s lips as he closed the door with a “Go to bed yourself, Narcissa. You look like you could use the sleep,” and approached the bed.

“Now why are you giving your mother a hard time, Draco?” Lucius asked in a mock-angry voice.

“I don’t want to go to school,” Draco stated.

Lucius motioned for Draco to move over on the bed and he slid in next to Draco. “School is a necessary evil that we all have to go through, son.”

“But I don’t want to. Why can’t I go where you wanted me to go? It sounds much better than this place,”

“I could not agree more, but your mother insisted.”

“I don’t care what mother insisted.”

“Draco you should not say such things of your mother.”

“I’m sorry, father.”

“It is quite alright, Draco. Now you should get to sleep.”

Draco pouted but it was a look of one who knew he’d lost the original argument. Lucius got out of the bed as Draco snuggled down into the covers. Lucius turned down the light of the room with a wave of his hand and moved to the door as if to leave.

“Father?”

He stopped and turned to the boy in the bed. “Yes Draco?”

“The House Elves said that when I was really little you would sing to me when I was crying and I would stop. I don’t remember what song you sang.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. I stopped needing to sing to you when you were very little.”

“Would you sing now?”