Kitten

August 15, 1991 (pt.5)

The trio wasn’t sure how long they sat in silence, the only sound was coming from Harry who was snuffling. Before long Severus could feel that Harry was finished seeing that he was no longer tugging on his teat, but simply suckling gently. There was a knock on the door before the door opened slightly. In walked Narcissa followed by his brother, parents, and his nephew. Draco seemed quite excited to meet his cousin as he sent him a beaming smile and was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Lucius placed a hand on his shoulder and the boy calmed a bit and leaned against his father. 

For a moment no one said anything, they were all focused on the small Kayte kitten on his chest. 

“Severus, care to explain.” His father, Abraxas, offered. Although from the look in his eyes the Potions Master knew that they had already been informed of who he was. Severus looked up at his parents then down at Harry. Tom nudged the boy in order for him to release him. The kit protested softly, inching forward to find warmth in his mother. It was then that he noticed all the people now standing in the room. He meowed and changed his course of direction to snuggle with his Papa for protection. The Silver Kayte made a low rumbling noise to soothe the child. 

“It’s alright, kit. These are your grandparents and uncle; your mama’s family.” Tom reassured him. 

“Mama?” Harry questioned. His father nodded and stood up to allow Harry room to see them. 

Harry observed him from where he stood in between his legs, taking in everyone of their features. He could see it now. His mama shared a lot of the same traits as the older woman standing closest to the bed. She had the same dark eyes as him with full pink lips and a soft nose. She had a soft face, and with the exception to a few lines around her mouth she looked very young for her age. She also shared the same long hair as her mama that was braided and pinned around her head. 

There were three blond haired males who were all standing conveniently in order. Going from tallest to shortest, the tallest one had the same lines around his mouth as the woman. He had a high forehead and sharp cheekbones. He, too, had full lips and an air about him that demanded respect. Harry figured that this was his grandpa. The next looked almost like a carbon copy of him save for the fact that his hair was a little darker in color. His eyes were the same icy grey and he wore clothing that screamed of wealth. Harry noticed his gloved hands that were crossed over a cane with a silver snakehead. 

The shortest of the trio was a boy who looked to be around the same age as Harry. Now he looked like an exact replica of the men before him, but he could see some features from Cissa. He smiled brightly at Harry which caused the kitten to mewed and bat at him playfully. When he smiled, Harry noticed that his teeth came to sharp points that vaguely reminded him of a shark or one of the dragons he had seen in Dudley’s story book. When his eyes landed on Narcissa, Harry walked over to her and headbutt her hand, asking for her to pet him. She did and smiled when he mewed. He then walked back to the middle of the bed where he transformed into his human state. 

Severus and Tom followed his lead and he moved closer to sit in his father’s lap. Once secure, the group began to introduce themselves. 

“Hello dear,” the dark-haired woman said as she approached him. “Can you tell us your name?”

“H-Harry,” the boy said shyly. 

“Well Harry, it’s very nice to meet you. My name is Lydia Malfoy, and I am your grandmother.

“Nana?” Harry asked, looking slightly afraid as if he would be reprimanded for addressing her with such informality. He was pleasantly surprised when those dark eyes lit up and she beamed at him.

“Yes, I am your nana.. This is my husband Abraxas,” the tallest blond moved forward and smiled.

“A pleasure to meet you, Hadr-Harry.” He said with a bow

 “And this,” the woman continued, “is our oldest son, Lucius.”

Said man nodded in acknowledgment, but there was a friendly smile on his face. 

“You’ve already met Narcissa,” Harry nodded. “This is their son, Draco.” 

Draco moved away from his father and up to the bed to get a better look at his cousin. 

“Hi! I’m Draco Malfoy!” He exclaimed. 

“Harry.”

“Nice to meet you, Harry! I’ve heard a lot about you, you’re gonna have a lot of fun here at the manor. I’m gonna teach you how to play Wizard chess, exploding snaps, and show you how to play pranks on the house elves.” The last part he whispered causing Harry to giggle. “And I’m gonna teach you how to fly.” 

Harry cocked his head in confusion. “Fly?”

“Yeah! We’ve got a quidditch pitch in the backyard that me and my papa use all the time. Sometimes we even invite Neville and Rodolphus to play. That’s Auntie Bella’s husband and son; so our cousin. You’ll meet them later. Neville’s our age. Your birthday is the 31st of July right?” Harry nodded. “Cool! You and Neville almost have the same birthday; his is the 30th.”  Draco rambled on and Harry stuck to his every word like glue. 

The adults watch the pair interact with fond smiles on their faces. Draco continued on his tirade hardly breathing between sentences, and by the time he was finished little Harry was practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Come on!” Draco said while grabbing Harry’s hand and trying to help him off his father's lap.

“Hold it!” Narcissa and Severus said stopping the boys in their tracks. 

“Harry is not going anywhere right now. He is going to take his potions and then it’s time for bed. ” The Potions Master said firmly, looking down at his son.

 “And you, Draco,” the boy winced when his mother looked down at him with sharp blue eyes, “are going to have a bath and going to bed.”

“But mama-” both boys whined

“No buts,” the mothers commanded. Tom and the rest of Severus’s family looked on in amusement when the two young ones sported matching pouts. Their mothers paid them no mind, and Severus helped Harry back into bed and transfigured him some pajamas while Narcissa handed him a small dose of dreamless sleep potion after he downed his Nutrient potion that she retrieved from downstairs. 

After tucking him into bed, the rest of the family bid the boy goodnight, a now pouting Draco being carried out by Lucius. The Kayte parents each kissed the drowsy boy on the forehead but stayed with him until he fell into a peaceful sleep. It wasn’t until his breathing evened out that they moved off the boy’s bed. With a final kiss on the forehead and cheek, Tom murmured a soft Nox as he shut the door behind him, leaving the boy to rest until the morning.