Sirius sighed as she walked away. He made his way back to Pandora's glitter-covered
table. "Teeny, tiny kitten? Can Daddy borrow your Time-Turner? He just needs an extra
hour."
Draco and Mia sat down in front of Florean Fortescue's for their traditional ice
cream date, now shared with their entire family—something that was much less peaceful
and calm than when the pair used to go out right after the war to commiserate over battle,
dead Death Eaters, and nosy reporters. Now, however, they were surrounded by screaming
children, the majority of whom did not belong to either of them.
"Sweet Salazar," Draco groaned, "were we this loud and awful as children?"
Mia snorted. "You were."
"I was charming and brilliant. Where's everyone else?"
"That's a long list, don't make me go through it all."
"Fine," he relented. "Where're Potter and your husbands?"
She raised a daring eyebrow. "Plural?"
"Everyone knows you and Nymphadora share," Draco teased her.
"Yes. All the responsibility of two wizards and none of the benefits," Mia said
dramatically, and they shared a laugh, though Draco's was much more subdued as he was
in public and could not be thought of as undignified by any passersby. "Grown boys are
all in the Leaky, little boys are all in the broom shop."
"Dad, can I go?" Scorpius pleaded from behind his father.
Draco appeared anxious, a look on his face that most would interpret as anger, but
Mia knew better after all these years.
"He'll be fine, Draco," she promised him as turned around to spot one of her
nephews. "Albus!" The eleven-year-old broke away from the crowd of cousins to rush back
to their table. "Take Scorpius with you to look at brooms. If anything happens you come
straight here, got it?"
"Yes, ma'am." Albus nodded and gestured for the other boy to follow. "C'mon,
Scorp."