nd their little boy. There were numerous kids running around, most with shockingly red hair, and Lissa stood out from the crowd with her long waves of messy dark locks. Harry had trouble remembering all the names that Hermione thankfully whispered into his ear whenever he was climbed on or smashed into, but there was so much going on he didn’t think it was noticed. It was fun, and Harry realised with a wry grin that fun was something that had been lacking back in his normal life. Maybe his Hermione was right when she nagged him about spending too much time at work.

Evening had fallen around them, and Harry found himself sitting on a bench a little away from everyone else, watching with a confused smile as Draco spun a giggling Molly on the impromptu dancefloor. Something pulled at his leg, and he looked down to see Lissa climbing onto his lap.

“Hey there, ba-” He cut himself off. It felt like instinct to call her ‘baby’, but he didn’t know if that was what future Harry would do. He’d tried to avoid the little girl during the party, because she was so young and he didn’t want to inadvertently do anything to upset her. He glanced around for Hermione, but she was upied by Angelina on the other side of the garden. He turned back to Lissa hesitantly. “Are you having fun?”

The little girl parked herself on his lap and studied him with serious grey eyes. They were a carbon copy of Draco’s. “You not daddy,” she said slowly, quietly.

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 tofort 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.

“Daddye back?”

“Yeah, baby, daddy’lle 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 asionally,” Draco said, helpin

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