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The house was quiet, never a good sign.
Scorpius was rarely a quiet child, always giggling and laughing at something. He managed to find something to entertain himself regardless of whether it was a toy or not. The last time Harry couldn’t find his tie, he knew exactly where to look, and had found it wrapped around Scorpius’ arm as he giggled, ‘Snakie!’
Harry peered around the door frame in suspicion as he prepared himself for another prank war. Draco and Scorpius were a deadly combination when their joint target was Harry. He wasn’t sure he could survive another tickle punishment after surrendering and letting them win.
“Draco?”
Silence.
He debated about Transfiguring a pillow into a riot shield, but Draco accused him of cheating whenever he did that, and he didn’t fancy having a debate on it. Not when his stomach was growling, and he wanted a cookie or three.
As Harry passed by Scorpius’ room it was to see it empty, also not a good sign. It wasn’t quite Scorpius’ bedtime, but it was close. Considering tomorrow was Christmas, they should be trying to wrangle their little ball of sunshine early knowing that it would take longer due to Scorpius’ excitement.
“Whatever you’re planning it won’t work!” Harry yelled, bracing himself as he slowly walked down the stairs, hand on the rail just in case. One could never be too careful when it came to his family.
He cursed as he reached the bottom of the stairs and nearly tripped over a stray stuffed animal that Scorpius had discarded. The toy let out a squeak and he narrowed his eyes. That could’ve been a trap—the sound alerting Draco to his presence. Harry looked around, bracing himself for a potential attack.
When nothing happened, he let out a little breath of air.
Still a little suspicious, Harry slowly walked down the hall toward the living room where Draco could usually be found. The flickering lights on the Christmas tree cast shadows across the walls as he entered the room.
“Draco?”
“What?”
Harry let out a little scream as he whirled around to see Draco standing behind him, blinking innocently in a way that he knew his fiancé never was.
“Where were you?”
“In the kitchen,” Draco said, a small quirk of his lips betraying his amusement, and it was not appreciated.
“Mhm, and where’s Scorpius?”
“In bed.”
“Liar,” Harry said, arms crossing as he peered around the room in an attempt to find a mishappen lump that would giggle when you got too close announcing their hiding spot. “I feel like you’re trying to lull me into a false sense of calm before you sneak attack me.”
“Love, would I ever—”
“Rawr!”
Harry screamed again, clutching his chest as he turned around to see Scorpius pop out of a rather large present.
Little giggles from Scorpius as Draco doubled over, laughter ringing out around them.
“Happy Christmas, Father.”
“Oh?” Harry said, bending over to kiss him on the forehead. “Are you my present then? All the neighbors will be jealous, why they—wait, what?”
Harry covered his mouth as he blinked down at Scorpius who was beaming at him. He had always been Harry to Scorpius, even when he could barely pronounce his name.
“Father,” Scorpius repeated, and Harry lost it, eyes filling with tears as he sat on the floor, blubbering all over Scorpius as he held on tightly.
“It was his decision,” Draco said, crouching in front of them, placing a hand on each of their cheeks. “He wanted you to have the best Christmas ever.”
“I’m the best gift!” Scorpius said, hands clapping together in excitement.
Laughing wetly as he tried to wipe his eyes, Harry agreed. “The only gift that matters.”
Scorpius puffed out his chest the best he could with Harry’s arms still around him.
“You mean the world to me, Scorp,” Harry whispered, hating that he was getting so emotional. “Being your father is the greatest honor you could ever give me.”
He knew that Scorpius didn’t fully understand what he was saying, but one day he would. Harry vowed to do his best by both Scorpius and Draco every single day. Having a family had been his desire since he was a child who didn’t have one that cared for him. He liked to think that the Mirror of Erised had shown him his parents and the rest of the Potter family not because his heart desired something he couldn’t have, but that it showed him that what he desired was family itself.
Draco and Scorpius were his family. He had a son and a soon to be husband, there wasn’t a single thing that he wanted outside of that. It really was the best gift he could have been given, and he would cherish the both of them for the rest of his life.
“I love you,” Harry murmured into Scorpius’ hair as he tried to wiggle out of the hug like the little traitor that he was.
“I love you too!” Scorpius yelled directly into Harry’s ear, still struggling with the concept of inside voices.
Harry let him go, wincing as he covered his ear. Lovely child.
A firm grip to his chin before his face was tilted up and he had a split-second view of Draco’s soft eyes before his lips were captured in a sweet but searing kiss.
“I love you,” Draco mumbled against his lips, and Harry would never tire of hearing that from either of his favorite Malfoys. “Our son loves you.”
Our son.
Harry blinked a few times, sniffling as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Draco’s.
“I have a family,” Harry said, choked up as he tried to reign in his emotions, but was pretty sure it was futile.
Draco smiled against his lips. “You already had one, darling.”
He had known that, mostly. It was a thought he whispered when both Draco and Scorpius were asleep. The desire to keep them forever, the desire to call Draco his husband when he wasn’t yet, the desire to call Scorpius his son when he wasn’t yet.
He had a family. A family that loved him. A family that cared about him. A family. Harry had a family.
“My gift to you guys is going to be so lame in comparison.”
Draco laughed warmly as the sound of Scorpius getting into something behind him almost had him turning to look but was distracted by another kiss.
“He’s not going to care. Presents are presents to him.”
“Yeah, but what about you.”
Draco’s eyes crinkled as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s nose. “I have everything I could ever want in you.”
Harry sniffled again and Merlin, he was a blubbery mess.
“No more.” Harry shook his head. “I can’t handle any more sap or sweetness.”
“Oh really?” Draco asked, standing up, and it should have drew his attention, but he was trying to clean off the smudges left behind on his glasses from his tears.
“You were right, you know,” Draco said, taking a step back and that did draw his attention, but his glasses were still off and he could see the blurry shape of Draco, but that was it.
“About what?”
“We were luring you into a sense of calm.” A pause before, “Scorpius get him!”
A loud laugh had him jamming his glasses on his face as he jumped up to see the two of them holding familiar toys.
“Aren’t those Muggle bubble blowers that Hermione gave him?” Harry asked, relaxing a bit. At least it was something innocent. He didn’t mind popping bubbles with Scorpius.
“Yes,” Draco said in that innocent tone that had him freezing, which was a mistake as they both pressed the trigger and bubbles did shoot out, but they were amplified with Magic that caused the bubbles to yell, ‘Charge!’ and he was quickly being chased around the house by angry bubbles that packed a punch when they finally made contact with him.
“There’s no escape,” Draco called after Harry he helped Scorpius climb up the stairs. There’s only what, Scorpius?”
“Surrender!” Scorpius answered as he shouted. “Surrender to the tickles!”
“Not the tickles!”
Scorpius laughed in delight as he chased after Harry. He knew that eventually he’d let them catch him. That he’d succumb to the bubbles that would be quickly followed by tickles and a lot of laughter.
Laughter filled with love, joy and the warmth of their family.
Everything he could ever want and more.
Family.