eighteen → drarry

iv. help me

[PART FOUR - HELP ME - BONUS CHAPTER]

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THE TWO PARENTS and their son made their way onto the bricked platforms. Crowds of muggles lined the way as they waited for their trains to take them to their next destination. Closed trains stood stationary, preparing for the long journeys ahead. The clock above them ticked loudly, enough for the young boy to hear over the hundreds of conversations the commuters were having.

As the family made their way down to platform nine and ten, the all too familiar wall for the older men was glaring at them. Harry Potter chuckled as he remembered his first time looking at the wall, confused about how to get through this magical barrier. Draco Malfoy placed his hand on top of his son's shoulder, his other hand placed on the small of his husbands back. "Albus, it's not as scary as it looks. Just run at the wall and don't stop, you can do this." Draco smiled at his son as he looked up at him, giving a firm and confident nod.

"All I do is run at the wall and it will be fine. I can do that." He let out a short breath, taking off for the wall. The two parents watched as their son disappeared through the wall, not a trace of magic left behind.

"You go on darling, I'll be right there." Harry said, smiling lightly to his husband.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Draco questioned, noticing the abnormal behaviour of his partner. Harry shook his head. "Come on, Albus is waiting for us and I don't fancy leaving our son on his own longer than we already have to. We can talk about it soon, I promise." Draco took Harry's hand, placing a feathery kiss against his knuckles, before pulling him towards the wall.

As they crossed onto the platform that they hadn't seen in years, only that it felt like last week, they saw their son talking to a familiar red-headed man, who was holding onto his wife and child who, much like Albus, was ready to start his first year at Hogwarts. It had been no surprise to Harry and Draco when their son received his Hogwarts letter. They knew their son was magical since his third birthday when his birthday cake had exploded into millions of crumbs as the excited toddler had clapped his hands. It was a great story to tell, much to Albus' embarrassment.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Potter-Malfoy's!" Hermione squeaked, embracing a very stressed Harry, him gladly squeezing her back.

"Hermione!" He smiled, pulling away and placing his hand on her shoulder. "It's been forever, how have you been?" Harry didn't see much of his friends these days, they were far too busy working hard in their dream professions.

"Busy! The ministry is constantly receiving new reports, I wasn't even sure if I would be able to make it here today." She sighed, shaking her head.