Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Adult ++
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43
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24,555
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198
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Childhood Memories
Chapter Number/Total: 34/43
Chapter Title: Childhood Memories
Words: 3077 Words
Harry, Draco and Valen moved down the stairs and into the main sitting room, where the huge tree stood in all its glory, a mountain of presents underneath. Ron and Hermione were already there, looking like they'd just woken up as well. Hermione beamed when she saw the pyjamas Harry was in, and Harry was amused to see Ron in the same pair.
"Happy Christmas," Harry said to them, smiling.
"Happy Christmas," they responded in unison.
Draco greeted them in kind, putting Valen down when the baby began to try to wriggle out of his arms. The small boy began to crawl with determination toward the tree and the pile of presents.
Harry smiled, crossing to the tree and dropping to the floor next to it. They'd had to put charms on the decorations since they'd put the tree up, as Valen kept trying to pull them down.
Draco smiled and shrugged at their friends, moving to sit beside Harry on the floor.
"Look, Valen," Harry said happily, pulling out one of the brightly wrapped gifts. He set it on the floor in front of the baby.
Valen sat back on his bottom with a huff and reached for the package with both hands, immediately trying to bring it to his mouth to eat.
Harry laughed. "No, son," he said, ripping the paper and showing Valen where to pull. "Here. Rip it off."
The boy began ripping and chewing on it.
Harry made a face, reaching to pull out the soggy paper Valen had got in his mouth.
Draco chuckled. "I think you may need to unwrap them for him," he drawled.
"Obviously," said Harry, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal a stuffed dragon that they'd bought from Fred and George. The eyes of the thing were magic and glowed different colours.
Valen squealed in delight and reached for the eyes.
Harry smiled widely, watching him.
"Ooh, open our presents to you both before you do anymore," said Hermione.
Ron grinned. "It's sort of a joint gift."
Draco looked among the gifts, trying to spot which one was not a baby toy in gaudy paper.
Hermione simply pulled her wand and Summoned the packages. There were two of them and she handed one each to Harry and Draco. "They're both for the two of you," she said. "From Ron and me."
Ron nodded in agreement.
Harry glanced at Draco before beginning to rip the paper off the package he'd been given.
Draco figured he better rip the paper too or be beat out by Harry, so he did his best to open his quickly as well.
Inside one of the packages was a big photo album with the inscription, Our Family, on the front of it.
Draco unwrapped a very nice-looking camera, still in the box.
"Wow, guys," Harry said happily.
Ron and Hermione both grinned. "Figured you could get some use out of it today," said Hermione.
Draco laughed, blushing when he realised how well this would go with the present he had for Harry. "Thank you," he said.
Harry nodded, examining the picture of the camera on the box before he looked up. "Yeah, thanks. It'll be brilliant for today." He began trying to get the box open with his fingernails. "Open ours now," he said, Summoning the gifts like Hermione had done.
Ron looked extremely excited when a long package flew into his arms.
Draco laughed at the look on Ron's face and the curious expression on the young woman's.
"Open them," Harry encouraged, still trying to peel the tape off his own box.
"You go first," said Ron to Hermione, looking like a giddy little boy.
Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes, but was smiling. She began to open her present and gasped happily when she saw what it was. "Oh, I've been wanting one of these!" she said. "And you got the latest version!"
Harry grinned. "Yes, we thought so," he said. "And yes, we did." It was a quill, done in Hermione's favourite colour, which was blue. The quill corrected spelling and grammar mistakes, could write down what you told it to, refilled itself with ink, and changed the colour of the ink if you wanted it to do so. It did other things as well, but Harry hadn't read the whole list that had come with it. He only knew that she would like it.
Draco nodded, enjoying the look of delight on his friend's face. He marvelled at the long path they had taken to this point.
"Thank you," Hermione said happily, and turned her head to Ron, who looked as if he might begin bouncing in a moment. "Aren't you going to open it?" she said.
Ron took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said, beginning to slowly remove the paper at one end, but then he couldn't contain himself and ripped it off. His eyes widened when he saw the box he had unwrapped. Inside the cardboard was a broomstick, the same model as Harry's. "Merlin, you didn't!" he said, looking disbelieving.
Harry grinned very, very widely. "Happy Christmas, Ron," he said.
"I suppose we will have to get up our own Quidditch matches come spring," Draco drawled, smirking.
"Yeah, and it'll be just in time for me," said Harry, glancing down at his own stomach.
Ron was still looking shocked. "This is - this is just - I can't even -" he spluttered.
"That reminds me," Draco said, reaching to pat his lover's stomach. Valen was chewing on the toy dragon's eyes. "When is the wedding going to be? Because it should be after April."
Harry snorted. "Yeah, unless you want a beach ball in your wedding," he said.
Hermione laughed. Ron was still staring at his gift, and was opening the box, so Hermione took the question. "We were thinking about having it in May. Possibly even June now."
"June would be good," Draco nodded. "I'm not letting Harry out of the house the month of April or until she comes out. Maybe not for a while after." He looked up at Harry with a smirk. "Just to be safe, this time."
Harry nodded. "No basements."
"Very understandable," said Hermione. "So you're going to do the birth here then?"
"Yes," Draco nodded emphatically. "Harry's magic, the Manor's magic, and all the comforts of home."
"Only you?" she asked. "Or are you going to have a midwife?"
Harry shrugged, looking at Draco.
"Madam Pomfrey has volunteered to help," Draco said.
"Ah," Hermione said, nodding. "The baby's going to be so pretty."
Harry smiled.
Draco had begun to help Valen unwrap presents, figuring at this rate they would be here until guests arrived for dinner if he didn't.
Harry turned back to Draco and Valen then, finally getting the camera out of the box.
"There's already film in it," said Hermione.
Harry nodded. "And I can just take a picture?" he asked.
She nodded again and then he held it up to his eye. "Valen," he called to get his attention. "Look over here."
The boy looked up, mouth open as the held the slobbered-on dragon in both hands. He blinked in surprise when a flash went off. Then dropped the dragon and began crawling toward Harry.
Harry smiled and snapped another one as the baby crawled, then lowered the camera when Valen reached him.
Valen reached right for the camera with sticky wet fingers.
Harry pulled it out of his reach and then held it out for Draco to take.
Draco snorted and took the camera. Valen squealed in protest and started crawling for Draco. "Quick, open another magical toy," the blond said.
Harry reached for a random package, as mostly all of the toys they had got for Valen were magical. He ripped it open quickly, seeing that it was, well, a thing with buttons on it that made music with a charm and pulsed with enchanted light. He placed it on the ground, pressing the buttons. "Valen, look!" he said, acting as if the toy were the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
The noise and flare of magic caught the boy's attention and he looked confused for a moment before changing course to head for the toy. Draco took a picture. Luckily, the baby's attention stayed on the toy as he began pushing buttons.
Harry smiled, pressing buttons with him for a few moments before sitting up and leaving him to it. He began helping to open Valen's presents. "I don't think he cares," he said amusedly.
"I think you bought him enough presents for ten kids," Draco said, smirking.
Harry snorted and shrugged. "It was just all neat-looking," he said. "I couldn't decide. And it's not like you weren't there."
"What are you going to do with it all?" Hermione asked.
"The pile of toys in our room is getting pretty big," said Harry. "We might be moving Valen into his own bedroom in a bit."
"Yes," Draco agreed, blushing in memory of why.
Harry smiled at the blush.
"Probably a good idea," said Hermione. "Especially with another one coming."
Harry nodded, piling the opened toys near where Valen was playing.
"Let's open the rest later," Draco said. "He is over-stimulated already."
Harry shrugged and began gathering up the paper. "Where's my present?" he asked Draco with a smirk over his shoulder.
"Where's mine?" Draco retorted with an arched eyebrow.
Harry's smirk turned into a smile. "Under the tree," he answered in a teasing voice. "Do you want it?"
"Always," Draco grinned.
Harry Banished the wrapping paper and Summoned Draco's gift. He crawled over to him and kissed his lips softly, pressing the package into his hands.
Inside was a small slip of parchment that read: October 5th, 1998. The day Draco Malfoy beat Harry Potter's arse (In more ways than one). It was scrawled in Harry's handwriting. Underneath the parchment were two golden Snitch cuff-links.
Draco laughed in delight. "Perfect," he said.
Harry grinned and laughed as well. "Good," he said, kissing Draco again.
Draco passed the gift box to the other two, so they could see, and then got up to retrieve his gift for Harry. "Sit on the couch," he told him as he lifted the large box from behind all the other gifts.
Harry raised his eyebrows, moving to do as Draco said. He had no idea what his husband could've got him.
Ron even took a second to look up from his broomstick.
"You will both probably want to see this, too," Draco said, blushing as he set the box in his husband's lap and sat beside him. Green paper wrapped in red ribbon covered a large flat gift box at least a foot across, and as long, and nearly two hand spans thick.
"What is it?" Harry asked, feeling the box through the paper. He smiled curiously, reaching to untie the ribbon.
Ron and Hermione watched with interest.
"My parents gave this to me when I was accepted to Hogwarts," Draco said. "I don't think this is what they had in mind for it, though." Inside the box was a large worn-looking book with a dark brown leather cover and gold-gilt lettering which read, “Memoria Schola.” Draco smiled and lifted the book out of the box. He took his wand and cast a silent unlocking spell before opening the cover. His full name was lettered in elaborate script on the first page with a photo of his eleven-year-old self in his school uniform, smirking at them.
Harry's smile widened as he stared at the book. "Is this a book of you?" he asked, absolutely delighted with the picture before him.
"Supposed to be a scrapbook for school memories," Draco answered, remembering that Harry didn't read Latin. He turned the page and there was the letter from Albus Dumbledore, inviting him to attend Hogwarts. Next was a Daily Prophet article about the Hogwarts new school year which mentioned “the boy who lived” would also be attending that year. Pasted next to the article was an empty wrapper for a Pumpkin Pasty.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you have a Pumpkin Pasty wrapper in here for?" he asked. And then his eyes widened in understanding and his grin grew even wider. This was his wrapper from on the train.
Draco blushed and continued to turn pages. Harry saw they were filled with scraps of mementos from school. A scroll Draco had written for Potions class with an “O” for a grade and a note from Snape to see him after class. Photos of some of his Slytherin classmates. Then another Daily Prophet article about 'The Boy Who Lived.' Next, a piece of parchment that had been crumpled up but then flattened out, with badly scrawled writing that stopped at a mistake. The handwriting was rough and it was Harry’s - a class assignment for Charms from first year which he had started and then thrown out.
Harry looked like Ron opening the broom. "This is brilliant," he said in wonder, fingering the page lightly.
"And pretty adorable," said Hermione, looking over Harry's shoulder at the book. She gave Draco a smile.
Draco blushed even brighter. As he continued to turn the pages, it became clear that every article ever printed about Harry while they were at Hogwarts was clipped and pasted into the book, interspersed were other things about Draco, including the letter and badge from when Draco had been named prefect, his Inquisitorial Squad badge, and his O.W.L. exam results. Yet, the scrap book was predominated by articles about and mementos of Harry. There were also numerous “candid” photos, the work of Colin Creevey. Even the infamous Quibbler article was there.
"This is absolutely the most perfect thing ever," Harry said, his eyes soft as he observed a simple picture of himself scratching his nose and then taking a bite of food at the Gryffindor table. "You even have the horrible articles that Rita Skeeter did." He chuckled.
"Everything," Draco said. "I had to threaten horrible things to Colin if he told I bought those photos off him."
"You bought them off him?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Merlin," said Ron amusedly. "That's why the little bugger wanted all the pictures."
"Well, Colin was obsessed with Harry," said Hermione, equally amused, "but it explains his rather ... persistent nature."
Draco was red-faced but smiling. "Yes," he laughed. Then he turned the pages again. Later sections included articles about their relationship. The handwritten copy of their original binding promise was there, of course, followed by their wedding invitations, and interviews with the Prophet. There was the Ministry of Magic recruiting poster, as well as copies of every photo taken for that shoot. The last section of the book was near as big as the rest, containing every article published about the defeat of Voldemort, the famous couple and their child. Well, every article up until the ones about their supposed breakup.
"You kept everything?" Harry said, awed. "I had no idea."
Draco nodded, ears red from having revealed this to his husband and their best friends.
"I think it's brilliant," Harry said again, smiling and kissing Draco's cheek. "Perfect."
Draco grinned, closing the book and reaching to cup his lover's face, kissing him back.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips, sliding a hand to his shoulder.
Valen squealed and threw a toy at the tree.
Harry looked over. "Yes," he said, "throw your toys at trees." He shook his head, closing the book in his lap and getting to his feet to get the baby. "Where did that camera go?" he asked.
Draco picked up the camera and handed it to Harry.
Harry didn't reach out for the camera and picked Valen up instead. "Take one of us," he said to his husband.
Draco nodded and took the picture, then turned and took one of Hermione and Ron, who, not expecting it, were kissing.
They pulled apart and rolled their eyes at Draco, but laughed, and then Ron moved forward and recaptured Hermione's lips, who laughed again, pushing at his chest.
"Nice," said Harry amusedly.
Draco snapped another picture and then turned to get one of their child in mid throw with another toy.
Harry snorted, watching the toy hit the tree again. It was a good thing it was charmed. "Let's get one of us," he said, moving over to sit next to Draco on the couch with Valen. He reached for the camera, smiling. "You kiss one cheek and I'll kiss the other," he said, holding the camera out so that he could take the photo. He kissed the right side of Valen's face, waiting for Draco.
Draco did as his husband asked, the baby accidentally hitting him on the chin a moment after the picture snapped.
"You know," said Hermione, watching them, "there's a button you can press to make it float and take the photo for you."
"Really?" said Harry, examining the buttons. "Let's take one of us all then."
Draco reached to hold his son's hand for the next shot and dutifully posed for the portrait.
Hermione scooted closer to Draco and then reached across him to help Harry. "This one," she said, pressing the button for him.
He watched as the camera zoomed out of his hands and began situating itself in the air. He moved closer to Draco as well, and Ron closer to Hermione and they all smiled for the picture, which was taken a moment later. The camera zoomed back into Harry's hands then. "That's really clever," he said.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I thought so too," she agreed. "They just came out with it not too long ago."
Draco thought of Colin and the mischief he could have got into with one of those cameras. Not to mention all the illicit pictures of Harry he might have got from the deal.
They continued to take pictures, and Valen got back down on the floor to torment Sredni for the short while the cat was in the room, until finally he had fallen asleep among his new toys and the wrapping paper that Harry hadn't managed to get. Harry took a picture of him as he slept with one little arm thrown over the dragon. It was the exact sort of Christmas morning that he would've loved as a child, and the exact sort of Christmas morning he wanted for his own.
Chapter Title: Childhood Memories
Words: 3077 Words
Harry, Draco and Valen moved down the stairs and into the main sitting room, where the huge tree stood in all its glory, a mountain of presents underneath. Ron and Hermione were already there, looking like they'd just woken up as well. Hermione beamed when she saw the pyjamas Harry was in, and Harry was amused to see Ron in the same pair.
"Happy Christmas," Harry said to them, smiling.
"Happy Christmas," they responded in unison.
Draco greeted them in kind, putting Valen down when the baby began to try to wriggle out of his arms. The small boy began to crawl with determination toward the tree and the pile of presents.
Harry smiled, crossing to the tree and dropping to the floor next to it. They'd had to put charms on the decorations since they'd put the tree up, as Valen kept trying to pull them down.
Draco smiled and shrugged at their friends, moving to sit beside Harry on the floor.
"Look, Valen," Harry said happily, pulling out one of the brightly wrapped gifts. He set it on the floor in front of the baby.
Valen sat back on his bottom with a huff and reached for the package with both hands, immediately trying to bring it to his mouth to eat.
Harry laughed. "No, son," he said, ripping the paper and showing Valen where to pull. "Here. Rip it off."
The boy began ripping and chewing on it.
Harry made a face, reaching to pull out the soggy paper Valen had got in his mouth.
Draco chuckled. "I think you may need to unwrap them for him," he drawled.
"Obviously," said Harry, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal a stuffed dragon that they'd bought from Fred and George. The eyes of the thing were magic and glowed different colours.
Valen squealed in delight and reached for the eyes.
Harry smiled widely, watching him.
"Ooh, open our presents to you both before you do anymore," said Hermione.
Ron grinned. "It's sort of a joint gift."
Draco looked among the gifts, trying to spot which one was not a baby toy in gaudy paper.
Hermione simply pulled her wand and Summoned the packages. There were two of them and she handed one each to Harry and Draco. "They're both for the two of you," she said. "From Ron and me."
Ron nodded in agreement.
Harry glanced at Draco before beginning to rip the paper off the package he'd been given.
Draco figured he better rip the paper too or be beat out by Harry, so he did his best to open his quickly as well.
Inside one of the packages was a big photo album with the inscription, Our Family, on the front of it.
Draco unwrapped a very nice-looking camera, still in the box.
"Wow, guys," Harry said happily.
Ron and Hermione both grinned. "Figured you could get some use out of it today," said Hermione.
Draco laughed, blushing when he realised how well this would go with the present he had for Harry. "Thank you," he said.
Harry nodded, examining the picture of the camera on the box before he looked up. "Yeah, thanks. It'll be brilliant for today." He began trying to get the box open with his fingernails. "Open ours now," he said, Summoning the gifts like Hermione had done.
Ron looked extremely excited when a long package flew into his arms.
Draco laughed at the look on Ron's face and the curious expression on the young woman's.
"Open them," Harry encouraged, still trying to peel the tape off his own box.
"You go first," said Ron to Hermione, looking like a giddy little boy.
Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes, but was smiling. She began to open her present and gasped happily when she saw what it was. "Oh, I've been wanting one of these!" she said. "And you got the latest version!"
Harry grinned. "Yes, we thought so," he said. "And yes, we did." It was a quill, done in Hermione's favourite colour, which was blue. The quill corrected spelling and grammar mistakes, could write down what you told it to, refilled itself with ink, and changed the colour of the ink if you wanted it to do so. It did other things as well, but Harry hadn't read the whole list that had come with it. He only knew that she would like it.
Draco nodded, enjoying the look of delight on his friend's face. He marvelled at the long path they had taken to this point.
"Thank you," Hermione said happily, and turned her head to Ron, who looked as if he might begin bouncing in a moment. "Aren't you going to open it?" she said.
Ron took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said, beginning to slowly remove the paper at one end, but then he couldn't contain himself and ripped it off. His eyes widened when he saw the box he had unwrapped. Inside the cardboard was a broomstick, the same model as Harry's. "Merlin, you didn't!" he said, looking disbelieving.
Harry grinned very, very widely. "Happy Christmas, Ron," he said.
"I suppose we will have to get up our own Quidditch matches come spring," Draco drawled, smirking.
"Yeah, and it'll be just in time for me," said Harry, glancing down at his own stomach.
Ron was still looking shocked. "This is - this is just - I can't even -" he spluttered.
"That reminds me," Draco said, reaching to pat his lover's stomach. Valen was chewing on the toy dragon's eyes. "When is the wedding going to be? Because it should be after April."
Harry snorted. "Yeah, unless you want a beach ball in your wedding," he said.
Hermione laughed. Ron was still staring at his gift, and was opening the box, so Hermione took the question. "We were thinking about having it in May. Possibly even June now."
"June would be good," Draco nodded. "I'm not letting Harry out of the house the month of April or until she comes out. Maybe not for a while after." He looked up at Harry with a smirk. "Just to be safe, this time."
Harry nodded. "No basements."
"Very understandable," said Hermione. "So you're going to do the birth here then?"
"Yes," Draco nodded emphatically. "Harry's magic, the Manor's magic, and all the comforts of home."
"Only you?" she asked. "Or are you going to have a midwife?"
Harry shrugged, looking at Draco.
"Madam Pomfrey has volunteered to help," Draco said.
"Ah," Hermione said, nodding. "The baby's going to be so pretty."
Harry smiled.
Draco had begun to help Valen unwrap presents, figuring at this rate they would be here until guests arrived for dinner if he didn't.
Harry turned back to Draco and Valen then, finally getting the camera out of the box.
"There's already film in it," said Hermione.
Harry nodded. "And I can just take a picture?" he asked.
She nodded again and then he held it up to his eye. "Valen," he called to get his attention. "Look over here."
The boy looked up, mouth open as the held the slobbered-on dragon in both hands. He blinked in surprise when a flash went off. Then dropped the dragon and began crawling toward Harry.
Harry smiled and snapped another one as the baby crawled, then lowered the camera when Valen reached him.
Valen reached right for the camera with sticky wet fingers.
Harry pulled it out of his reach and then held it out for Draco to take.
Draco snorted and took the camera. Valen squealed in protest and started crawling for Draco. "Quick, open another magical toy," the blond said.
Harry reached for a random package, as mostly all of the toys they had got for Valen were magical. He ripped it open quickly, seeing that it was, well, a thing with buttons on it that made music with a charm and pulsed with enchanted light. He placed it on the ground, pressing the buttons. "Valen, look!" he said, acting as if the toy were the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
The noise and flare of magic caught the boy's attention and he looked confused for a moment before changing course to head for the toy. Draco took a picture. Luckily, the baby's attention stayed on the toy as he began pushing buttons.
Harry smiled, pressing buttons with him for a few moments before sitting up and leaving him to it. He began helping to open Valen's presents. "I don't think he cares," he said amusedly.
"I think you bought him enough presents for ten kids," Draco said, smirking.
Harry snorted and shrugged. "It was just all neat-looking," he said. "I couldn't decide. And it's not like you weren't there."
"What are you going to do with it all?" Hermione asked.
"The pile of toys in our room is getting pretty big," said Harry. "We might be moving Valen into his own bedroom in a bit."
"Yes," Draco agreed, blushing in memory of why.
Harry smiled at the blush.
"Probably a good idea," said Hermione. "Especially with another one coming."
Harry nodded, piling the opened toys near where Valen was playing.
"Let's open the rest later," Draco said. "He is over-stimulated already."
Harry shrugged and began gathering up the paper. "Where's my present?" he asked Draco with a smirk over his shoulder.
"Where's mine?" Draco retorted with an arched eyebrow.
Harry's smirk turned into a smile. "Under the tree," he answered in a teasing voice. "Do you want it?"
"Always," Draco grinned.
Harry Banished the wrapping paper and Summoned Draco's gift. He crawled over to him and kissed his lips softly, pressing the package into his hands.
Inside was a small slip of parchment that read: October 5th, 1998. The day Draco Malfoy beat Harry Potter's arse (In more ways than one). It was scrawled in Harry's handwriting. Underneath the parchment were two golden Snitch cuff-links.
Draco laughed in delight. "Perfect," he said.
Harry grinned and laughed as well. "Good," he said, kissing Draco again.
Draco passed the gift box to the other two, so they could see, and then got up to retrieve his gift for Harry. "Sit on the couch," he told him as he lifted the large box from behind all the other gifts.
Harry raised his eyebrows, moving to do as Draco said. He had no idea what his husband could've got him.
Ron even took a second to look up from his broomstick.
"You will both probably want to see this, too," Draco said, blushing as he set the box in his husband's lap and sat beside him. Green paper wrapped in red ribbon covered a large flat gift box at least a foot across, and as long, and nearly two hand spans thick.
"What is it?" Harry asked, feeling the box through the paper. He smiled curiously, reaching to untie the ribbon.
Ron and Hermione watched with interest.
"My parents gave this to me when I was accepted to Hogwarts," Draco said. "I don't think this is what they had in mind for it, though." Inside the box was a large worn-looking book with a dark brown leather cover and gold-gilt lettering which read, “Memoria Schola.” Draco smiled and lifted the book out of the box. He took his wand and cast a silent unlocking spell before opening the cover. His full name was lettered in elaborate script on the first page with a photo of his eleven-year-old self in his school uniform, smirking at them.
Harry's smile widened as he stared at the book. "Is this a book of you?" he asked, absolutely delighted with the picture before him.
"Supposed to be a scrapbook for school memories," Draco answered, remembering that Harry didn't read Latin. He turned the page and there was the letter from Albus Dumbledore, inviting him to attend Hogwarts. Next was a Daily Prophet article about the Hogwarts new school year which mentioned “the boy who lived” would also be attending that year. Pasted next to the article was an empty wrapper for a Pumpkin Pasty.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you have a Pumpkin Pasty wrapper in here for?" he asked. And then his eyes widened in understanding and his grin grew even wider. This was his wrapper from on the train.
Draco blushed and continued to turn pages. Harry saw they were filled with scraps of mementos from school. A scroll Draco had written for Potions class with an “O” for a grade and a note from Snape to see him after class. Photos of some of his Slytherin classmates. Then another Daily Prophet article about 'The Boy Who Lived.' Next, a piece of parchment that had been crumpled up but then flattened out, with badly scrawled writing that stopped at a mistake. The handwriting was rough and it was Harry’s - a class assignment for Charms from first year which he had started and then thrown out.
Harry looked like Ron opening the broom. "This is brilliant," he said in wonder, fingering the page lightly.
"And pretty adorable," said Hermione, looking over Harry's shoulder at the book. She gave Draco a smile.
Draco blushed even brighter. As he continued to turn the pages, it became clear that every article ever printed about Harry while they were at Hogwarts was clipped and pasted into the book, interspersed were other things about Draco, including the letter and badge from when Draco had been named prefect, his Inquisitorial Squad badge, and his O.W.L. exam results. Yet, the scrap book was predominated by articles about and mementos of Harry. There were also numerous “candid” photos, the work of Colin Creevey. Even the infamous Quibbler article was there.
"This is absolutely the most perfect thing ever," Harry said, his eyes soft as he observed a simple picture of himself scratching his nose and then taking a bite of food at the Gryffindor table. "You even have the horrible articles that Rita Skeeter did." He chuckled.
"Everything," Draco said. "I had to threaten horrible things to Colin if he told I bought those photos off him."
"You bought them off him?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Merlin," said Ron amusedly. "That's why the little bugger wanted all the pictures."
"Well, Colin was obsessed with Harry," said Hermione, equally amused, "but it explains his rather ... persistent nature."
Draco was red-faced but smiling. "Yes," he laughed. Then he turned the pages again. Later sections included articles about their relationship. The handwritten copy of their original binding promise was there, of course, followed by their wedding invitations, and interviews with the Prophet. There was the Ministry of Magic recruiting poster, as well as copies of every photo taken for that shoot. The last section of the book was near as big as the rest, containing every article published about the defeat of Voldemort, the famous couple and their child. Well, every article up until the ones about their supposed breakup.
"You kept everything?" Harry said, awed. "I had no idea."
Draco nodded, ears red from having revealed this to his husband and their best friends.
"I think it's brilliant," Harry said again, smiling and kissing Draco's cheek. "Perfect."
Draco grinned, closing the book and reaching to cup his lover's face, kissing him back.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips, sliding a hand to his shoulder.
Valen squealed and threw a toy at the tree.
Harry looked over. "Yes," he said, "throw your toys at trees." He shook his head, closing the book in his lap and getting to his feet to get the baby. "Where did that camera go?" he asked.
Draco picked up the camera and handed it to Harry.
Harry didn't reach out for the camera and picked Valen up instead. "Take one of us," he said to his husband.
Draco nodded and took the picture, then turned and took one of Hermione and Ron, who, not expecting it, were kissing.
They pulled apart and rolled their eyes at Draco, but laughed, and then Ron moved forward and recaptured Hermione's lips, who laughed again, pushing at his chest.
"Nice," said Harry amusedly.
Draco snapped another picture and then turned to get one of their child in mid throw with another toy.
Harry snorted, watching the toy hit the tree again. It was a good thing it was charmed. "Let's get one of us," he said, moving over to sit next to Draco on the couch with Valen. He reached for the camera, smiling. "You kiss one cheek and I'll kiss the other," he said, holding the camera out so that he could take the photo. He kissed the right side of Valen's face, waiting for Draco.
Draco did as his husband asked, the baby accidentally hitting him on the chin a moment after the picture snapped.
"You know," said Hermione, watching them, "there's a button you can press to make it float and take the photo for you."
"Really?" said Harry, examining the buttons. "Let's take one of us all then."
Draco reached to hold his son's hand for the next shot and dutifully posed for the portrait.
Hermione scooted closer to Draco and then reached across him to help Harry. "This one," she said, pressing the button for him.
He watched as the camera zoomed out of his hands and began situating itself in the air. He moved closer to Draco as well, and Ron closer to Hermione and they all smiled for the picture, which was taken a moment later. The camera zoomed back into Harry's hands then. "That's really clever," he said.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I thought so too," she agreed. "They just came out with it not too long ago."
Draco thought of Colin and the mischief he could have got into with one of those cameras. Not to mention all the illicit pictures of Harry he might have got from the deal.
They continued to take pictures, and Valen got back down on the floor to torment Sredni for the short while the cat was in the room, until finally he had fallen asleep among his new toys and the wrapping paper that Harry hadn't managed to get. Harry took a picture of him as he slept with one little arm thrown over the dragon. It was the exact sort of Christmas morning that he would've loved as a child, and the exact sort of Christmas morning he wanted for his own.