@thirsttoprove
He still could not wrap his head around what had happened. One moment they had been a family of three, returning from Diagon Alley for some supplies from the Apothecary and some ice cream, and the next they were just two. If only he had entered the house before Astoria, maybe… Well, they would be in the same situation, except with her sitting outside the mansion with their son in her lap, staring into the distance, waiting for the Aurors to arrive. He had no notion of having been able to stop the curse that had killed his wife.
Scorpius was in his lap, his face buried into Draco’s robe, though Draco was unsure whether the kid was asleep or just too traumatized to do anything but to be curled up in his father’s embrace. Draco himself had not moved since the Healers had arrived and had checked them both over, just holding onto his boy for dear life and staring off into the distance, his mind not yet having caught up completely with the fact that he was now a single father.
A shadow fell over the two of them and finally, his eyes focused on something, the person in front of him. Tilting his head back to look up at them, his brow furrowed. “Potter?” His voice was low and gravely from held back tears and emotions. He rubbed his face with his free hand and blinked a couple of times to ensure he wasn’t seeing anything that wasn’t there. “That’s just perfect.” He looked back down at the boy in his arms and hugged him a little closer. “What do you want?”
