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A/N: As requested by Tenshi Yami – Angel of Darkness, here is my attempt at a Drarry fic with their kids included.

Chapter One

Harry was in Quality Quidditch Supplies looking for a new set of pads for his son James. He couldn't find any that would fit him, he didn't want to give up, he had promised. He finally found some after half an hour of searching, he paid, and on his way out he caught sight of a small blond boy, about Albus' age. He was crouched down in the far corner of the shop, as if hiding.

Harry approached him cautiously, he bent down so he was eye level with the small boy, "Hello, you look lost, can I help you?"

The young boy looked up and Harry's heart ached, the boy's eyes were swimming with unshed tears, his grey eyes looked full of sorrow.

"Hey, it's ok. I'll help you find your parents." Harry soothingly said.

At this the small boy shook his head viciously, "No. Please, I don't want to go to my parents, don't make me."

Harry reached out and patted his knee, "My name is Harry, what's your name?"

He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper, "Scorpius, my name is Scorpius."

Harry smiled, "That's an unusual name." Harry was trying to make Scorpius feel at ease.

"My... (Sniff)...dad… (Sniff)...said that it is a proper name. I couldn't possibly have a common name."

Harry laughed, poor boy, what an unfortunate name. "I have two sons, named James and Albus. James is eight and Albus' is six. How old are you?"

Scorpius shifted from foot to foot, "I'm six also."

Harry noticed Scorpius had stopped crying, "Why don't you want to find your parents?"

The boy stood, looked around the shop, "They were arguing again. I hate it when they fight, I ran away and hid."

Harry also stood and put his hand on the small boys shoulder, "We should find them, they are probably worried."

They left the shop and Harry had asked where his parents were last, "I left them outside the bookshop sir."

"Please call me Harry."

They had only taken a few steps when none other than Draco Malfoy came hurrying over. In a complete opposite to what Harry thought he would do, Draco dropped to his knees, scooped his son into his lap and softly said, "Oh Scorpius, Thank Merlin you're safe. You scared me running off like that, where have you been?"

Harry coughed to make his presence known, "I found him in the Quidditch supplies shop, he was hiding in the corner."

Draco snapped his head up at the sound of Harry's voice. He wrapped his son's legs around his waist, Scorpius wrapped his arms around his neck and Draco stood.

"Thanks, I've been looking for a while. I was starting to worry." He sincerely said.

Harry just shrugged, "No problem."

Just then Scorpius piped up, "Dad, where is mum?"

Draco stiffened, he looked from Harry to Scorpius quickly, "She um, she is going to stay with aunt Daphne for a while. Okay kiddo."

Scorpius burst into tears, "I don't want to go."

Draco started rubbing his back, "Hey, hey. It's okay, calm down. You're not going anywhere, your mother and I have agreed that it's for the best, that you stay with me." Scorpius calmed down slightly.

Harry felt awkward, it was clearly a difficult time for them. When he saw the little crying boy, it hadn't clicked that this boy was clearly Draco's son. He had the same pointed face, same blond hair and the same shade of grey eyes. He was a mini Draco but with manners.

"Well now that Scorpius is safe, I'd best be off." Harry broke the silence.

Draco nodded and Scorpius turned to look at him, "Thank you Harry. I didn't mean to scare my dad."

Harry thought he was adorable, politely spoken and aristocratic. "You're welcome little fella. Bye Draco, see you around."

With that he left and returned to The Burrow. He was late picking up the boys, it had been the three of them for some time now. Ginny had passed away when she went into early labour with Lilly, Lilly was born prematurely and she didn't make it either. Harry was devastated, James was only four and Albus was two when they lost their mum and sister. They were too young to understand and they sometimes asked where their mummy was. It had been four years, it still hurt like hell, but what with the two boys he was kept busy.

Molly hadn't minded in the slightest that Harry was late, she adored her grandchildren and doted on every single one of them. Harry knew that on some days Molly was putting on a brave face, masking the sorrow at the loss of her son Fred and her daughter Ginny. Harry knew this, as he too put on a mask and attempted to act as if everything was fine, mainly for the sake of his boys.

"Sorry Molly. I couldn't find the darn quidditch pads, I found them in the end." He explained his lateness.

She waved him off, saying that it was fine, that she had fed and bathed the boys and they are ready to go. At the sound of Harry's voice the two boys came barrelling into the kitchen.

"Dad, did you get my pads….dad did you? Dad?" James shouted, whilst Albus silently approached his dad and hugged his legs.

"Hey boys, we're going now, thank Granma Molly. And yes James I got them, calm down."

"Yay, Nan, Nan did you hear dad, Nan…dad got me some new pads!" He shouted excitedly.

She smiled fondly at him, "Yes dear I heard. Come give me a hug goodbye, you too Albus." Both boys hugged their Gran and they left.

The next day Harry received a letter that was written on Malfoy headed Parchment, but it was from Scorpius. The writing was neat for a six year old, but it was still jumbled, with some letters written small and others written big.

Dear Mr Potter, (Daddy says that is your name)

I wanted to write to thank you for helping me yesterday.

I have sent my favourite stickers, as a thank you.

Daddy helped me with the spelling, I struggled a bit.

From

Scorpius Malfoy

P.S I was wondoorin (Daddy said I spelt that wrong), I didn't want to write my letter all over again, my hand is tired, sorry.

I was wondering if your sons wanted to come over next week to play.

Harry had to smile, Scorpius was such a delightful child. He looked at the enclosed stickers and saw they were of various dragons and knights. Harry penned a quick reply, confirming he would love to bring his sons over and wrote with the dates that he was free.

That day he told the boys that he had met a young boy named Scorpius who has asked to get to know them and hopefully become friends, he told them they will be going over next week.

"How old is he dad, is he my age?" James asked hopefully.

Harry shook his head, "Sorry James he is Al's age, he's six."

James shrugged, "I don't want to play baby games, can I take my broom when we go?"

Harry reluctantly agreed to allow him to take his broom.

Harry was enjoying a glass of wine, when an owl appeared at the window. It was a beautiful owl and he knew at once it must belong to the Malfoys, instead of a letter from Scorpius he discovered a letter from Draco himself.

Harry,

Scorpius was delighted that you agreed to come over, however he complained his hand was aching too much to reply. I swear he has inherited my tendency to exaggerate.

Harry laughed out loud at that, Malfoy was making a joke, he immediately thought back to the hippogriff incident in third year. Smiling he continued reading.

Therefore it falls on me to make the arrangements. Yes next Wednesday afternoon is good for us, and we will see you at 12:30pm. Below is my address, see you soon.

Draco

Harry was looking forward to seeing Scorpius again, he really was an engaging kid, he could listen to him all day. However a small part of him was actually looking forward to seeing Draco. Draco had been different then he assumed he would be. He has grown up and was a brilliant father, anyone could see that. Harry managed to sort the boys out on time and wasn't running late for a change, they all climbed into the floo and Harry called out Malfoy's address.

They stepped out into a large but reasonable sized reception room, it was larger than an average house but far smaller than he assumed Draco would have. Looking around for Draco, he couldn't see him, however he saw a small blond head poke out from behind a chair, then dart back behind it.

"Hey Scorpius it's me Harry and my boys, where is your dad?" He kindly asked.

Scorpius shyly came into view, looking at his feet. "He said I had to greet you as he got a last minute fire call in his study."

Harry gave a small smile, "Ok, do you want to show James and Albus your toys?"

He hesitantly walked forward, stuck out his small hand, "Hello, I'm Scorpius, you must be Mr Potter's children."

James burst out laughing and Harry had to nudge him, "James, be polite. Scorpius this is James and that there is Albus or Al."

Albus shook his hand, Scorpius kept hold of it, in a friendly way and excitedly tugged Albus forwards, "Come on Al I will show you my playroom." Harry and James followed the two six year olds into the playroom.

"Wow, dad look at all this stuff!" James whispered to his dad.

Harry could see that Scorpius was a very lucky boy, who probably had far too many toys. It was a beautiful playroom, decorated like a jungle, with huge stuffed animals and painted scenes on the wall of, giraffes, elephants, lions, tigers, monkeys and a crocodile - all sorts. The walls and ceilings were painted to match the jungle and sky. The room was large and had bookcases, bean bags, table and chairs and a variety of toys.

"What a beautiful playroom Scorpius." Harry complimented.

He beamed at this, "My daddy says it's his favourite room in the house. I like it when daddy comes and plays with me, it's lonely otherwise."

He ran off after Al before Harry could respond. Harry noticed a small two seater sofa, on the other side of the room and went to sit on it. James had found a toy he didn't think was babyish and sat at the small kids table to play with it. Scorpius and Al were whispering, heads bent together and still holding hands. Harry smiled, it would do Al some good to make a friend and to be more confident like Scorpius.

Fifteen minutes later Draco appeared, looking sheepish, "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that call, it was at the last moment. I couldn't say no as it was Astoria's solicitor."

It was only when Draco had gotten closer that Harry noticed he looked tired and a little sad. "Not to worry, Scorpius did a fabulous job of greeting us, quite the little gentleman isn't he."

Draco flashed a wide smile and Harry decided he liked the way Draco looked when he smiled like that.

"Yes he is, I have no idea where he gets that from." Draco laughed after his statement.

"I assume that the little boy playing with Scorpius is your son who is the same age?"

Harry glanced over at the two boys, smiling as they were now happily playing with some figurines of knights and Dragons.

"Yes, that is Albus or Al, he is six and the other boy over there is James the eldest at eight." Harry answered.

Draco decided not to comment on Albus' name, he didn't want to bring up long forgotten memories of their old headmaster.

"Can I get you a beverage?" He politely asked.

Harry stopped himself from rolling his eyes, trust Draco to use big words, most people would have said, 'can I get you a drink.'

"Sure, a coffee would be great, the boys woke me up stupidly early this morning." He replied.

Draco looked over at the three boys, "Boys Harry and I are going to the kitchen, if you need us ask Scorpius to take you there. Okay?"

All three boys murmured 'yes'. Draco then indicated for Harry to follow him. Draco's kitchen was beautiful, worthy of a show home, Harry had never seen such a spectacular and expensive kitchen as this before.

Seeing Harry's stunned face Draco chuckled, "Apart from the playroom, this is my most favourite room in the whole house. I think it is because I never went into the kitchen at the manor, we had house elves. But I discovered that I actually enjoy cooking myself, once I made this discovery I naturally had to have the best kitchen that was available. It's the heart of our home."

Harry found the more Draco talked, the more he liked him. Draco kept surprising him, his house was spectacular yet modest, it was clean yet lived in, he had no house elves or no nanny and he cooked most of the family meals. Draco was just retelling Harry a story about Scorpius and a case of exaggeration, when James came into the kitchen, followed by the other two boys, who looked joined at the hip.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad I'm starvvvvvvvvvvvvvving." Scorpius moaned dramatically.

Draco laughed, looked at Harry, "See what I mean by exaggeration."

He looked over at Scorpius, "I'm sure you are not starved Scorpius, however if you are hungry I can get you some milk and cookies, for the three of you." Draco turned and busied himself getting the snack, "Sit at the table please boys."

Draco's kitchen was large and held a huge oak table that was on the other side of the room, away from the kitchen worktops, and in front of double French doors, that when opened, opened onto the back garden. Once the boys were happily eating the cookies, Harry noticed that Draco no longer wore his wedding ring.

Draco caught Harry looking and softly spoke so Scorpius wouldn't hear, "Astoria wants a divorce, her solicitor called this morning with the news, she also wants full custody of Scorpius, but I refuse to let her take him away from me."

Harry wanted to comfort Draco, he looked so sad and frightened at the thought that he would lose his son.

"She can't do that, can she?" Harry was shocked.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, pushed his hair out of his eyes, "She can try,.I want at least joint custody."

Harry placed a hand onto Draco's upper arm, "I'm sorry Draco, you can talk to me about it if you ever want to. Not just now, but in the future too. I have a funny feeling that Scorpius and Al are going to be inseparable."