Harry thought he was going to argue, but he said, "All this is mine? Are we sharing?" 
Aunt Andy clenched her chest like it physically hurt her. It hurt Harry, too.
"Yes, child. This is all yours," she told him.
"What about Papa?" the five-year-old asked.
Harry controlled his reaction and said, "He'll eat on his own. Dig in."
Scorpius plowed through his food, clearing his plate. Harry was glad he did. He looked so small and thin, though not too thin. Malfoy had obviously ensured his son received the larger helpings. Scorpius thanked them both when he was done. He really was a kind, sweet kid. Harry led him over to the garden, and Scorpius proudly told him what all the plants were, muggle or magic. Both Harry and Aunt Andy were amazed at his knowledge.
"Papa taught me all about them! This is a bowtrinkle! Wow!" Scorpius pointed at the small creature that Harry hadn't noticed.
After the garden tour, Aunt Andy said to come inside out of the sun. Scorpius looked at all the books in the den. He pointed to a few and said that he read that one. The boy could read easily, was very well-educated and apparently bilingual. Scorpius said his Papa had hundreds of books. 
"Scorpius, why don't you pick out a book for us to read together. Har-Mr. Potter has to go back to work," Aunt Andy said. 
"D'accord ma tante," he said, and looked at bookshelves trying to decide. Harry put up the Muffliato again. 
Andy looked at Harry, and whispered, "Harry... he's Teddy's age?"
"Yes, maybe a few weeks older."
"He's very intelligent. Draco must have spent a lot of time with him. He's so polite... patient, too. He even ate everything without a complaint. It's so sad to think that he's happy and sweet having so little."
Harry's heart froze. He remembered where the young child and his poor father were living. Who knows how long they lived with all those squatters with no water, heat or security. Sure, Malfoy had magic, but he didn't use it in front of the muggles. Scorpius grew up in squalor and filth.
"I don't know if MCAPS will do an interview. It'll probably happen if Robards pushes it. But I need to get back. I'll be back in time for dinner, and to help Teddy and him meet.
"They'll get on great, don't worry," she said.
"Aunt Andy... I have to ask... it's okay that he stays here, right? I mean... it might be permanent. I don't know what will happen with his case. Molly might...."
"It is completely fine if it's forever, Harry," she said, a little heated. "Don't think that I'd ever turn him or his father out-of-doors! But I'm not blind to the fact that I can raise two young boys alone. Harry, will you consider... moving in, too?" 
Harry smiled. "I would love to... if that's alright. Grimmauld is well... grim. I'd love to be closer to the boys."
"I wasn't thinking... when I said he could have his own room...."
"No. I will take the couch, Aunt Andy. I've slept on worse. It'll be fine. He needs time to adjust and enjoy his freedom. I need to get back and see if anything happened. Nat is there."
"Okay, Harry, make sure you say goodbye. I'm sure he's scared and nervous."
Harry nodded. "I wish I had answers for him. Draco could go to prison for a long time."
She grimaced. "Let's pray that doesn't happen." 
Harry dropped the wards and walked over to Scorpius, who held up a book on dragon breeds. Well, he was Malfoy's son, after all.
"I think you will love it. Listen, I have to go to work, but I'll be back in a few hours, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Potter. When Papa had to leave for work, too. I stayed with Madam Jenna."
"And now, Aunt Andy will be here for you, Scorpius."
"D'accord. Will you see Papa?" he asked.
"I'll try, but I... he's very busy right now," he lied, not knowing what to say. Draco could also be released. There was no sense in worrying the boy more. "But remember, your Papa loves you very much," Harry said, and he knew that to be true.
Scorpius smiled and stood up straight. "Thank you, Mr. Potter!"
"You can call me Harry," he mumbled.
"But Papa said that you should always address adults with a title!" he insisted, fervently.
Aunt Andy laughed. "Well, he's not wrong, Harry."
"We'll talk about it later," he sighed. 
He wanted no part in being called Mr. Potter. He ruffled up Scorpius's hair, which the kid giggled at. He still couldn't get over how Draco raised such a little angel. He went outside and Apparated back to work.



Am I evil for putting cute child fic stuff in the middle of torture and misery?



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Friendly Competition by JayseHasNoGrace
Harry comes to teach Defense at Hogwarts and immediately starts competing with Potions Master Draco Malfoy to be the best teacher. Their students decide to elevate the game by trying to get them together and spying on them, who grow frustrated with their inference. 
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