Broken Normalcy

A/N: Thank you all for reviewing, your feedback is very precious to me. Take your time and feed me your opinions. *wink*

Dezra : …I’ll get there….!

tiggator : Thank you so much! And yes, so many emotions…They won’t be the last by a long shot though, but hold on! Let’s always think about that silver lining…

Black Padfoot: I apologies for the confusion. I think my formatting is awful and it’s unsettling it changes once I post here. Really, you should see the italics! I hope this will not be a turn off to you but there will be more flashbacks as we go on.
To explain (somehow), they are the memories of Draco Harry is experiencing all of a sudden because of his presence. In a way, also helping his, very obvious feelings, for Draco to surf up. Hm, perhaps as the story goes on it will make more sense!
But wow, I’m glad you are still enjoying my fic Stef! I’m loving it that you can feel what they are feeling, it’s such a reward to hear/read that. And you like their characterizations? *falls over* Boy, I’m so, so happy! Woot! Thank you for reviewing!

L_c: Yes, and I will try to take what you are saying on board as much as possible. You see, I’ve been writing this story of and on for like a year. So some parts are older than others –but I’ve read them so much so that you get sick of them…And betaing your own work is a bitch. Well, sorry, but it is lol! I will try to give it more attention, and I do agree with what you are saying!
Thank you for taking the time to review to tell me this and that you are enjoying the fic, nonetheless. Thank you so much!

selfproclaimedbeauty05 : You are so kind, I’m in awe…The ‘details of Harry’s emotions’ and you are ‘loving it’? And here I was fretting within myself I was exaggerating it! Oh thank you so much for saying that to me! Lol, I’m also very glad you like the plot, I hope you’ll stick around for more. Thanks for taking the time to write to me.

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Chapter four: Sudden Urgency


“Da, Da!”

As soon as Harry stepped in his living room, Melissa and Derrick jumped him.

“Daddy!”

Harry laughed, dropping his coat and ending on his knees, spreading his arms wide to welcome his kids. Each hugged him at the same time and Harry hugged back.

“Hey, my little ones.” He closed his eyes and sighed contently. “Da, Da!” Melissa wiggled out of the embrace, chocolate eyes light with fire.

“Santa gave me a big red present today! He said I was a good girl!” It was Derrick’s turn to wiggle out of Harry’s arm.

“That’s not true!” He nudged his father, grinning. “You see dad, Santa was mistaking Melissa for some other—”

“That’s not true!”

Harry laughed, “Kids, calm down. I’m sure you two are two angels.” “Yeah, two angels that make you run the entire mall in a search party.”

Harry looked up from the innocent faces of his kids. Ginny looked flustered eyes a bit glazed and lips tight as if holding on anger. “Oh-oh…” The twins chorused.
“Well, you had it coming now, did you?”

The two giggled.

“Oh no, daddy!” Squealed Melissa as she grabbed Derrick’s hand. “You see,” went on Derrick. “We’ve already had our share—” “Mummy’s angry with you!”

Harry’s heart sank a bit, suddenly fear grasped him and he looked up at Ginny.

“Ginny?”

The woman stepped away and turned to the twins.
“Go up to your rooms.”

This was ridiculous. Harry rose to his feet. Why was he nervous? Okay. So, he shouldn’t have gone and meet with Draco. He shouldn’t have done it—but they hadn’t done anything really, they had talked and ok, it was late in the afternoon and he had spent a whole day with him—still, nothing happened right?

Right?

Ginny suddenly threw her hands around him. Her breasts softly crushed on his chest, the curve of her body meeting his at the same time. Harry exhaled, awkwardly putting his arms around her waste.

“What’s wrong?” he spoke softly.

“I was so scared today, when they ran off.”

Harry sighed, relaxing a bit and caressed his hands up and down Ginny’s back in hope to give her comfort.

“I was scared I had lost them, and even if my mother was there I couldn’t help but feel so…Powerless.”

“Gin…” his arms tightened a bit on her, the woman crying softly on his shoulder, she trembled. “I wanted you there, Harry, I needed you!”

“Ssh, it’s ok, I’m here now.”

Ginny’s hands grasped at his jumper. “Where were you? I tried calling you but you never picked up!”
Harry was glad Ginny wasn’t looking at him. He looked highly guilty.

“I was so scared…Don’t leave me too, please?”
Harry blinked, but nodded. He pressed his hands on her back and left a kiss on her head.

“I won’t. Ginny, what’s wrong?”

Suddenly, she cried more. “Ssh, Ginny the kids.”

Ginny hid her face on Harry’s shoulder, her chokes silenced a bit.

“I love you, Harry.” She pulled back to look at him. Her eyes were watery, if not a bit red, make-up slightly runny…Yet, she still looked beautiful.

“I love you too, Gin.” He smiled.

Ginny’s face screwed in what seemed pain and she pushed violently from him. “Ginny!”

The woman covered her eyes with her hands and sobbed. “I’m sorry Harry! I’m sorry!” And she ran up the stairs.

Harry stopped gapping, passing a hand trough his hair in total confusion as he stood in the empty room. The Christmas tree happily twinkled in colorful lights, mocking him.

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“Merry Christmas, Mione!”

The witch opened the door wider and hugged Harry tightly.

“Daddy!” Shouts came from behind Hermione. “Uncle Harry and Aunty Ginny are here!”

“Merry Christmas, Harry.” Harry smiled widely and gasped suddenly as little hands pushed at him.

“Uncle Harry!” A little brunet girl was smiling up to him. Her front teeth were missing.

“Amanda, you lost your tooths!” The girl chucked at Melissa. “Its teeth!” Giggling, the two hugged

“Hi Aunty Ginny!” Amanda said before she run up the stairs with Melissa.

“Hey, Hermione.” The woman smiled at Ginny, which had a grumpy looking Derrick in her arms and stepped aside. “Do come in!”

Harry smiled and entered, immidiatly met by the warmth of the house and his best friend’s smiling face. “Hi there, mate! Looking good!” They hugged. Before they started to talk, they heard Hermione’s cooing voice and turned.

“Aww, why won’t little Derrick give Aunty Hermione a smile?” Hermione gave one of her own. Derrick pouted, eyebrows meeting as if annoyed and locked his arms around his mother’s neck and hid his face there. Ginny chuckled with Hermione.

“Derrick’s just grumpy because his stuck with girls.” Ginny gave a role of her eyes. “Oh, what’s this I hear?” Hermione faked shock. “Since when don’t you want to play with Amanda and Mel? They are the smartest girls ever!”

“Come on, mate!” It was Ron now speaking and at the sound of his Uncle, Derrick looked up.
“Don’t want to be overpowered by those girls, eh? Show them how tough men really are.” Derrick had a hesitant grin now.

Harry watched carefully as Ron lent towards Derrick, a conspiracy air around him. “And after all, they are just girls. How smart can girls really be anyways?”

“Mom! Let me down! I want to go play!” The grown-ups laughed and Ginny lowered the little boy whom proceeded to fly up the stairs.

When the chuckles died down, Hermione pinched Ron’s ear and pulled him to her, Ron howling in pain all the while. “So, what’s this about girls not been smart, eh?”

Ginny and Harry burst out laughing.

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A week had passed since Draco’s call and Harry hadn’t heard from him since.

Frankly?

It was driving him nuts.

However, his family had taken much of his attention away from the blond subject, and Harry little by little, begun to relax.

Christmas day was getting closer, a week away now and the air was filled even more with the festive atmosphere.

Harry looked around the table bubbling with chatter and laughter. Hermione was sitting at the head table, at her side Amanda and Melissa, Ginny next to her while at the other side, Derrick and Harry sat next to each other, Ron sitting at the head table next to Harry, eating and talking almost at the same time.
Harry smiled.

He was filled with warmth and was just content to watch the happy scene fold before his eyes as he pocked at his mashed potatoes.

Harry felt terribly lucky just then. His gaze met Ginny’s, he smiled. Suddenly his cell phone begun to vibrate in his pocket and Harry stood up.

“Er, excuse me for a minuet.”

“No worries, mate! Derrick, ate your baby peas yet?”
Harry grinned, knowing what Derrick’s reaction would have been and he stepped out of the dinning room to Ron’s studio.

He didn’t bother checking for the number, he just flipped the phone open and placed it next to his ear.

“Hello?”

“When can I see you again?”

Harry froze, smile vanishing and he exhaled as he suddenly begun pacing, disoriented.

“Draco?”

“Please Harry? Please?”

Harry frowned at the blonde’s naked urgency.

“Draco, are you drunk?”

“No, no I’m not.” He said quickly.

“I just—can I see you again?”

“I…”

“Please?”

“Is something wrong?”

Draco didn’t respond for a bit.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” Draco sounded breathy.

“Are you sure you are ok?” Harry suddenly heard the sound of a car passing and a terribly close hocking.

“Where are you? What are you doing?”

“I’m ok, I’m ok.” Draco said hurriedly once again.

“What…Draco?”

“I need to see you, Harry, please??”

“I…What—now?”

“Please?”

Harry licked his lips, frowning as his eyes shifted around the studio. “I can’t, I’m with my family now.”

“That’s alright, see? I’m coming at your place; I know you live somewhere close the train station.”

“What!” Harry bolted, his hand grasping at the phone in deathly tight grip. “What the hell do you think your doing? You don’t even know where I live!”

“I don’t care! I’ll find it anyhow—” There was sudden hocking again and Harry heard Draco shout.

“Get out of the way you son of a bitch!”

Harry was appalled. “Draco, you are drunk!”

“Well, what if I am? Will that make you come here to rescue me?”

“Draco calm down, what the hell is going on?”

“That bitch, Harry that bitch!”

“What? Who?!”

The line went dead.

“Hello, hello?!? Shit!”

Harry pocketed his phone and ran of to the living room again. Quickly, he searched for his coat and he begun to slide it on when—

“Harry? Where are you going?”

“I’m sorry Mione, but I need to go…Please explain it to Ginny. Thanks!”

And he was out in the cold night air, leaving Hermione blinking. The woman then sighed, a weird look in her eyes as she shrugged and closed the door, nodding.

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Harry quickly ran down the street, forgetting all about his car, as he went towards the train station.

Draco had said something about it, and if he really had an idea where Harry lived, then, he was probably at Godric’s Hollow train station.

Harry sprinted, puff after puff of air escaping him as he pushed his body to the limit.

Draco had sounded distraught, had called him for help and he was drunk, something was wrong with him.

Harry hopped the railing of a garden, deciding to cut trough some properties to make the journey shorter. He sighed in relief once he saw the lights of the train station and he quickly crossed a road, ending in a much crowded road and didn’t respect the red light for the pedestrians. Ignoring the momentary havoc he created, Harry inhaled air, lungs burning, and ran even faster.

“Oh Gods, let him be alright!”

He noticed that the train that had stopped at the station had suddenly started moving and his heart jumped. What if Draco had went on the train?
Harry practically jumped up the stairs, adrenaline masking his body’s pain.

Quickly going to the platform, Harry watched the train disappear from sight and he slowed his pace. He breathed in frantically, placing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. The people that had come down from the train walked passed him towards the exit, minding their own business.

Harry’s heart was beating painfully in his ears, in his head, in his throat…Anywhere apart his chest. Harry was late. He had been late. He had missed Draco.

Harry closed his eyes, still finding it hard to catch his breath.

What was he to do?

A hand suddenly pulled him up and he tensed as he opened his eyes.

“Draco?”

“That’s me.” The blond was grinning.

Harry stumbled back, still gasping. “What…Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Oh, good then.” Harry licked his lips as he frowned, still inhaling desperately for air. Anger burning in him.

“Here,” Draco said, voice pleasant, “Have a sit.” He pointed towards the plastic waiting seats of the station.

Harry glared. “Fuck you, Malfoy! I thought you were in danger!”

“Am I?”

“Don’t act cocky now, you bastard!” Some people around shot them glares and moved away.

“Harry, now, come on…” Draco curled some hair behind his ear. “We don’t want to make a scene.”

“You are telling me that? Darned drama queen you are, you gave me a fright over the phone! I thought you were drunk! I thought you were up to no good and you—”

It was then that Harry noticed that Draco was swaying on his feet, his grin was too dazed, his eyes too unfocused.

“Hawry,” the blond pouted—horribly reminding him of Derrick—“don’t be mad!”

The dark haired man sighed and he grasped the swaying man, his anger floating away.

“I’ll apparate you home.”

Right, why hadn’t he thought of that before running all the way to train station?

“You can’t!” Pointed out Draco, “You have no idea were I live.” The blond smirked, having a certain satisfaction at throwing Harry’s words back at him.

Harry breathed, ignoring Draco as he dragged the blond towards a phone cabin. He flipped open the huge address book and begun to search trough it.

“You said you live with a muggle right? Well, you must be on here somewhere.”

“Oh, right, right!” Draco sounded as if they had, for the first time, told him that the world was round.

“Then, how stupid of me. I could have searched you there all along—but I was in the right place anyways, yes?”

Harry gave him a glance, Draco was leaning on to him, in his glorious drunken state, grinning. Harry’s cheeks tinted a bit and he went on with the searching.

“Erm, eh, yeah…”

“I knew it! I remember you telling me, once, that you wanted to live in your parent’s house or something.”

Despite himself, Harry grinned, eyes fixed on the page tagged “M”.

“You remembered that?” He asked quietly, almost shyly.

Warm breath was suddenly against Harry’s ear. “I remember everything.”

Harry suddenly bolted to the corner of the small cabin, shivers running up and down his body as Draco laughed and slumped backwards not having Harry there to support him anymore.

“Come on, behave now. I found your address.”

“Yaayy, Harry’s comin’ home with me!”

Harry bit his lip, trying not to smile and went after Draco who was about to walk into a pole.

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“Merlin, Malfoy!”

Harry almost stumbled at the weight of the taller man as they appeared in what seemed a kitchen.

Knowing Draco, it ought to be spotless. True enough, Harry looked around to see a perfectly styled and neat kitchen with the faint aroma of lemon hanging in the air. The lights of the car outside sometimes reached the window in front of the sink and Harry looked for the light switch.

Draco was chuckling on the floor. “Come on now, would Egan—” “He isn’t here.” He whined drunkenly.

Harry frowned as he helped him up. “Oh ok. Then—”

“That way.”

Harry stepped through the arch like entrance to what looked like a very nice dinning room. A huge bay window that showed a balcony was not far away.

“Light…”

Harry followed Draco’s finger and he clicked on the switch. The apartment was lit in a warm glow, the creamy walls decorated with random paintings here and there.

“Nice plays.”

“Thanks.”

And Draco stumbled towards the stairs leading to something that looked like a platform room. Squinting at the wood railing, he made out a bed behind it.

Draco begun to giggle as he tripped himself.

“Draco, do you need any help?”

“No, no…Loo…”

Harry snickered a bit as the blond disappeared up stairs, then, the sound of a door closing followed and he proceeded with looking around.

So this was where Draco lived.

And Egan.

Harry’s curiosity died slightly and he hesitated in his steps, however, he went on.

He noticed a door next to the T.V. set and he was immidiatly drown to it. If upstairs were the bedroom and apparently the bathroom, what was behind that door?

Not helping himself, Harry opened it. The smell of paint made him cough and he felt around the walls for the light switch. Once the lights were on he gasped.

White sheets were everywhere on the floor, covered with different stains of colored paint. Brushes, bottles of paint, and various paintings were lined up together.

Harry stepped in, amazed at the swirl of colors of one. It was a mixture of warm colors, reds, yellows and oranges, white shades were in it to and Harry gapped as he made out a face in the swirl of those colors.
He went to the next one, trying not to stubble on some paint cans, the sheets ruffling under his feet, some parts hardened by dried paint.

The painting was of a water drop and Harry’s breathe hitched at the realistic features of it. Harry touched the blue purplish paint with his finger, tracing the picture and didn’t realize Draco’s presence until the blond coughed.

“Oh, sorry.” Harry flushed, hand dropping at his side and looked away.

“Don’t worry; I’m sure Egan wouldn’t mind.”

“Egan? Egan painted these?”

Draco smirked, leaning his shoulder on the wall and crossed his arms. “Yeah, he’s a painter. Darn good one too by the look on your face.”

Harry chuckled with disbelief. “What, can’t you not see his talent?” he turned to the water drop painting and then shifted his gaze towards others.

Draco hesitated in responding. “Well, I guess I can’t see much in eh, paintings or whatever.”

“Oh come on, Draco.” Harry wasn’t really listening to him, too interested with the new paintings he found stacked on the floor.

“You with your aristocratic knowledge and all that should know more about art than me and if these can take my breath away then—”

Draco walked next to Harry; the man had gone on his knees looking at what seemed a postcard of some tropical place.

“Wow.”

Draco knelt on a knee and smiled. “Yeah well, I guess he’s good.”

“Brilliant.”

Draco watched him carefully, cocking his head a bit as Harry’s attention was all for the painting.

“Thanks.”

“Hm?”

“For bringing me home.” He added quickly.

Harry turned to him and shrugged, Draco seeing the light tint on his cheeks fought another smile.

“I guess, I’ll go now.”

Draco stood up with him. “You sure you are ok?”

“Yeah, I’ve freshened up a bit and eh—what are you doing?”

Harry stopped in mid step and looked sheepish.

“Sorry, I just saw that other pile of paintings there and I wanted to have a look…”

Draco’s face darkened. “No, you can’t look at those. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.”

Wordlessly, Harry watched Draco quickly grabbed some free white sheets and throwing them on the paintings.

“I’ll go then.”

Harry made it out of the room, confused, and prepared to apparate.

“Could you stay for a bit?”

“What?”

“Please? I really wanted to see you.”

Harry exhaled. “But Egan—”

“Egan’s away. I’m all alone. Please stay?”

Harry watched him. Draco looked tiered, really tiered, and that pouty look was once again on his face. Harry’s heart crumbled into mushy bits and he sighed.

“Alright but just for a bit, I’ve got to go home soon.”

Draco just smiled.

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Harry went late at home that night, the house dark, quiet and completely asleep in its warmth. He silently made his way up the stairs, shrugging out of his coat as he slowly entered the room of the twins. He smiled, stepping in, watching the sleeping figures neatly wrapped up in covers. Harry knelt to give each a kiss on the cheek, Melissa shifted as he did, and tucked them more in their covers. He staid there for a bit, sitting on the floor in the middle of their two beds, watching those identical faces sleep. Their breathing was steady and calm, the occasional mumble and shift here and there, but that was it.

He had watched Draco sleep that night too.

The memory, so fresh still in his mind, his body still tingly from were the blond had rested on. The scent of him was on his clothes and that voice, so husky, in his ear it still echoed.

Harry rested his back against Derrick’s bed and closed his eyes.

~“Watch the stars with me, Harry.” Draco had led him to the balcony, a bamboo sofa was there, huge cushions and expensive material made it look extremely inviting.

“Alright.”

They sat together, Harry watching Draco as the drunken man stumbled next to him.

“Would you want some water?”

“No.” Draco shook his head as he rested his feet on the balcony’s railing and head on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry exhaled and looked up at the stars.

“I’m tired.” The whisper tickled Harry’s ear.

“Sleep then.”

“But I won’t find you in the morning will I?”

“You’ll find Egan.”

Draco snorted, already half asleep. “Egan…” he repeated.

Harry breathed in the cold wind, clouds making it impossible to see any stars as random cars passed on the street under them. Nonetheless, it was quiet.

“Draco?”

A few moments passed.

“Hm?”

Harry looked down at the blond, heart pounding so much he was sure Draco could feel it as well. Not only that, but his face was resting on his shoulder, cheek sliding on his chest were the energetic thump, thump was. Harry closed his eyes in hope for control.
It had been a long time since they had been this close.

Even when they had gone to meet each other, their greeting had been a mumbled ‘hi’, they never touched—not like this anyways. Harry’s hand gave a sudden twitch and Draco shivered. He looked down to see the blond sigh, a small smile on his face as he sleepily rubbed his face in the crook of Harry’s neck.

The dark haired man gasped, eyes closing as a hand slid up his chest, gripping at his cloths, fingers curling, pulling. Harry bit his trembling lip. Sensations were awakening in him.

The hand left the twist it had made in his pullover to brush up his shoulder, cold fingers curling around his neck. Harry shivered again.

Warmth bathed his neck, at the other side of that cold hand. Harry gasped breathlessly, eyes firmly shut as soft hair tickled his chin and brushed his cheek as he lent towards Draco.

“Harry…” Said man jerked from his leaning position and flushed. Draco, now awake, gazed up at him.
“I’ll bring you inside, its cold here, come on.”

Draco didn’t complain and in his embarrassment, Harry led the way up the stairs. Draco’s bed was enormous. The blond proceeded to flop right in the middle of it.

Harry grinned and took Draco’s boots off. The blond looking at him under his lashes all the while. Harry wondered on which side Draco slept when Egan was there.

“Come here.”

“No.”

Draco pouted as he shakily curled himself up in an Indian sitting position.

“Come.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Malfoy, your one hell of a drunk, I’ve almost forgot—”

“I need to tell you something.”

Harry crossed his arms suddenly feeling defensive. Then it came to him, the weird phone call, Draco’s tone…

“Come here.” The blond repeated quietly, his body not moving an inch as he spoke amongst his drunken state. It was Harry that was moving, finally. In trance with the blond, he sat on the edge of the bed next to him, heart thumping a bit harder as Draco just watched him.

It was unnerving.

“Well?”

Draco dropped his gaze at the intensity Harry provided and he exhaled. “Go home and watch your kids.” Harry frowned in total confusion.

“Draco, you’re so drunk.”

“No.” Silver eyes looked up and Harry had to lean back quickly for their sudden vicinity.

“You could have told me this over the phone or something, you—”Draco was shaking his head.

“You had to see me.”

“Why?”

“So I’d be fresher in your mind.”

Harry shot on his feet and took a big gulp of air. “What the hell are you saying!?”

“Ow, ow, my ears! Oww!”

In his own turmoil, Harry watched the blond twist on the bed.

“Potter! I’m drunk! What are you thinking!?” he shouted right back.

Harry slapped his head, shaking it and giving himself stupid. “Of course! Indeed what was I fucking thinking!” he spat sarcastically. Draco gave him a pained look.

“Stay here and don’t call me just because you felt that I needed to bloody ‘imprint’ your ferrety face in my mind!”

Like, he needed that?

Draco groaned, that was his only voiced disagreement Harry heard as he operated home.~

“Daddy?”

Harry looked up in soft hazel sleepy eyes. A small hand came to rub them and locks of sleep messed up hair fell in front of Melissa’s face.

“Daddy?” Harry smiled and went up on his knees as he embraced her.

“Ssh, darling. It’s late and you should be sleeping.” Melissa sighed in her father’s arms, close to falling asleep at his gentle low voice.

“Daddy, you went away from Aunt’s and Uncle’s place, you didn’t get to see my puppet show with Amanda.”

Harry caressed his daughter’s hair and smiled with pride as he lowered her back on the bed. Hazel eyes blinked up at him in the semi darkness.

“I’m sorry, Daddy’s been very busy lately, that’s all.”

Melissa nodded her head up and down as she stretched lazily, Harry trying to cover her up with the quilt all the while.

“You’ll show me tomorrow, will you?”

Mellissa grinned, excitedly grasping Harry’s hands however, her excitement suddenly died out.

“But I need Amanda for it as well.”

Harry caressed Melissa’s cheek. “Then we’ll have to go pay Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron another visit.”

At the news, Melissa gave an energetic twist, her covers sliding down her body as she grinned at her father.

“Tomorrow?”

Harry chuckled silently and tickled his daughter, the little girl squirmed, her giggles breathless and almost voiceless as she tried not to make too much noise.

“Hm, depends if you go straight to sleep and since its getting to Christmas…”

Harry paused, smirking. “I’ll think about it.”

“Oh Daddy!” And suddenly, Melissa leaped to lock her arms around Harry’s neck and snuggled into the warmth embrace that was her father.

“Thank you Daddy! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.”

The two grinned at each other as if they were part of some secret scheme no other new about.

“I’ll tell Derrick tomorrow.” Whispered Melissa as she was getting tucked into bed a third time that night. “Can he come too?”

Harry nodded, “If he wants.”

With that, he leant over her and kissed her forehead.

“Now, go sleep and dream of all the puppet shows you could ever come up with if you sleep now, the quicker you’ll be awake to practice all of those ideas later.”

Her eyes, even if hazy with sleep, glinted. “Daddy you are the smartest!”

Harry grinned. Why wasn’t everything just as simple?

“Sleep!” Grinning back, Melissa snuggled in her pillow and curled to her side.

“Goodnight Daddy.”

“Goodnight Mel.”