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Harry didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to say anything that would upset her. But he didn’t like to lie either, so he settled on, “No, sorry.”

“Who you?” She asked.

“Er, you can just call me Harry.”

“I Lissa,” she said, patting herself on her chest.

Harry smiled. “Yes, I know. It’s a very pretty name.”

Lissa smiled. “It two names.” She held up three fingers, then frowned down at them. She lifted her other hand to force down one of the fingers. “Lily Nar-Narssa.”

“Lily Narcissa?”

Lissa nodded. He couldn’t remember seeing any pictures of Mrs. Malfoy in the house, and he wondered if something had happened, or if she kept her distance after her son had married a half blood.

“Where daddy go?” Lissa asked, and Harry looked up to see that he huge grey eyes were filled with tears.

“I-I don’t know, baby,” he said, letting the endearment fall out as he tried to comfort her. “But he’ll be back soon.” He didn’t say when; he didn’t want to make a promise he might not be able to keep.

“Daddy come back?”

“Yeah, baby, daddy’ll come back.”

Lissa smiled and reached up a hand, patting him on the cheek. “You nice.”

“Why thank you, I think you’re very nice too,” Harry grinned, giving into the urge to stroke his fingers through her wild hair. It felt just like his own. Lissa curled up on his lap and hummed to herself as he played with her hair, just like Draco had done earlier, and by the time Draco found them, she was fast asleep and drooling on Harry’s shirt.

“Good to know she can actually get tired out occasionally,” Draco said, helping Harry stand up with his arms full of sleeping little girl. “Maybe we should ask the Weasleys to host a party every night, just so we can get her to sleep.”

“I think Molly would be perfectly happy to do just that, really,” Harry said with a quiet laugh. “We should probably get her home now though. She’s heavier than she looks.”

Together they said quiet goodbyes to everyone, Draco gratefully retrieving George, who turned out to be a huge purple stuffed dragon, from Ginny, and Apparated back home. Draco went to set the wards for the night while Harry walked up the stairs looking for Lissa’s bedroom. He found it next to the room he’d woken up in, the corners filled with wobbling stacks of toys and clothes strewn across the floor. He gently laid her down in the My Little Pony covered bed and eased her shoes off. She stirred slightly as he pulled the covers over her, and he stroked her hair to sooth her back down to sleep.

Harry stared down at her, dark waves of hair spread across the pillow, a small smile lifting the corners of her lips, her plump pink cheeks with creases from his shirt, and he wanted. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

He got up and went over to the door, but he had to turn around for one last look. “Oh God, I want her,” he whispered, his chest clenching at just the sight of her.