#claraboia

Claraboia

"Look what I've found," Draco says in a surprised and tender voice. Harry is still learning all the nuances of his voice and this one is new.

Harry looks up from the box he is trying to sort out in the attic of the old Black house. Dust sparks in the air, as the soft morning light enters through the small skylight in the high ceiling.

Draco looks soft in the bright summer morning. He looks a bit flushed from sleep and hot tea, his hair messy and bright. He is looking down at his own hands, at the book he's holding.

It's leather bound and thick.

"What's that?" Harry asks, too lazy to move from his spot on the floor, too lazy to cross the boxes and old furniture that separate them.

"Pictures... It's a photo album."

Draco looks up. Even through the heavy sparkling dust he looks gorgeous, his eyes sparkle too, like silver beads. He turns the book in his hands and angles the cover to Harry.

In posh golden letters it reads 'Sirius Orion Black'.

Harry's throat constricts tightly, a pang swims in his chest, heavy as lead.

"Baby photos?" He asks in a small voice, and Draco's eyes go soft and sweet, with a small sad smile on his lips.

"Mum always said he was the most precious baby she's ever seen." He frowns, considering. "Well, after me obviously."

Harry snorts and Draco smiles cheeky.

"Are you ready for some Baby Black beauty?"

Harry laughs, pang gone, sadness gone.

"Yes," he nods, stands up, pats the dust from his shorts. "C'mon, let's take it downstairs and make some tea. I think there're still biscuits."

Sirius' baby pictures make him cry, but Draco holds his hand softly.

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da lista que fiz, esses foram os que mais gostei! já quero deixar claro que não tenho muita criatividade pra isso, então não é algo que vocês verão muito por aqui, mas espero que usem :)

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