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The kitchen table at Grimmauld place was overtaken by broken, sticky crayons. Albus, James, and Scorpius sat in a semicircle on their booster chairs, coloring quietly in what was every parent’s dream scenario. Afraid to disrupt whatever miracle was at play, their parents hovered just behind their chairs, watching the boys color.
But while all three artworks were lovely, Scorpius’s had the room’s attention.
It was a beautiful picture of his family smiling outside the Burrow. Fluffy white clouds. Rolling hills. Green grass. Blue sky. Smiling Weasleys. Smiling cousins. Smiling mummy and Scorpius.
Absolutely beautiful.
Save for one small—well, technically rather large—detail.
Ginny regained the ability to speak first.
“Blimey, Harry, is that your head?
Harry Potter’s head was big. Very big. Eclipses-the-trees-and-impedes-avian-flight big. Taking up over half the parchment, it was larger than the sun.
“I—well I hope not. Scorpius, bud, what’s that?”
“Uncle Harry.”
It came out as a monotone chant, his focus fixed on his picture, still scribbling in the green of Harry’s monstrous eyes.
“Wh-buddy, why is his head like that?”
His little brow scrunched up like a squirming caterpillar, and he pinched his tiny mouth in thought. Quirking his head just a bit to answer Ginny, he took great care to enunciate very clearly, making his position on any critiques of his beautiful artwork known.
“Don’t know, just think he has a big head.”
Dinner burned horridly, as no one was in any state to check it. While Harry sat, catatonic, on the arm of the couch, Hermione and Ginny shook with the aftershocks of giggles. When they’d finally managed to put the boys to bed, all of them flustered by their parents' lack of composure, Hermione let out a deep sigh, sank into the cushion beside Harry, and said, “well I guess that’s just genetic.”