Perfect, a prefect
“Uncle Draco, I now know where you got the idea for the design of your bathroom,” Daisy shouted excitedly before she had even fully emerged from the fireplace.
Draco smiled. It always made him smile when she called him Uncle Draco. It meant a lot to him, being an only child, and he knew it meant even more to Harry. He and Dudley had technically grown up as siblings, but there had been no brotherly love between them when they were younger. It had taken a near fatal dementor attack and years of separation during the second wizarding war, to slowly bring the two cousins closer.
“The idea for the bathroom was all Uncle Harry’s, I’m afraid”, Draco replied.
“But I thought Uncle Harry never was a prefect?”
“That’s true, but he once was told by another, much loved, prefect to use that bathroom to mull over some problem, during the Tri Wizard Tournament. Do you remember me telling you about that?”
Ever since Daisy received her Hogwarts letter, family gatherings in the Dursley house had centered around stories of Harry's time in Hogwarts, generally prompted by Dudley who wanted to know everything about the world his daughter had now become part of.
Harry, never being one to blow his own trumpet, was happy for Draco to be chronicler of all Hogwarts tales and Draco was always happy to put his best drama skills to use when launching into his retelling of the adventures of Harry Potter at Hogwarts.
The kids tended to hang on his every word, mesmerised, Harry generally looked embarrassed witnessing his life story being acted out for entertainment at the dinner table, and Dudley and Diane more often than not would simply look dumbstruck.
Of course in recent years, Daisy and Jimmy were the ones regaling them with their stories of life in Hogwarts, much to their delight and Dudley’s immense pride.
A memory of his first introduction to Harry’s bathroom brought back sweet memories and his smile deepened at the thought.
It was not a story he could ever tell his niece, but that bathroom certainly held some very happy memories for Draco.
He remembered when he first set foot in Harry's bathroom and had been amused at the sight of the replica prefect bathroom.
He recalled Harry’s unashamed admission that after years of sharing a single muggle bathroom with the Dursleys, he had vowed to never deny himself the luxury of a proper bath now that he could afford and enjoy it. Their first bath together and the realisation that he was utterly and madly in love with Harry, all had taken place in that very bathroom.
He turned his attention back to Daisy.
“Did you know that our bathroom is the only thing we moved with us every time we moved house? Uncle Harry simply loooooves that bathroom.”
“Good thing you are wizards then, because that would be a logistical nightmare for muggles,” Daisy grinned.
Not for the first time, Draco was struck by the similarities between their friend Hermione Granger and their niece.
Daisy, a muggle born like Hermione, also was probably the most clever witch of her age.
Furthermore, Draco would personally hex anyone who would call her a mudblood, though that slur had thankfully nearly disappeared from the wizarding vocabulary since the defeat of the Dark Lord.
“So how is life as a prefect?” Draco asked his niece, as they settled on the couch in their spacious living room for what would no doubt be a long chat.
She had just come back for the Christmas holidays and was clearly dying to tell her uncles all about her first term as prefect.
Harry came in to join them, carrying a tray with three steaming mugs of pumpkin spiced latte and a plate of gingerbread cookies.
They loved having their niece dropping in for a visit, whenever she was home for the holidays.