Draco and Harry are your toddlers. They're only two years old. Draco is your own son, but harry is adopted, he is the son of your great aunt's husbands' great-great- grandson. They both love you a lot and you love them, too. They love, love laying in your lap. You're really close. They can't form full sentences, and can barely speak, yet they still try to talk. One day, you were cleaning a mess they made, as they stood in the corner and watched guiltily, like they're about to cry.