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Lucius nodded his consent and conjured a chair next to Draco’s bed. Draco’s eyes fluttered closed as a low baritone began to fill the room.

“Tell me why you’re crying my son,

I know you’re frightened like everyone,

Is it the thunder in the distance you fear?

Will it help if I say very near?

I am here.”

It became obvious that Draco was fighting sleep to listen to the rest of the song, but in the middle of the chorus a second time his breathing changed into the breathing of one asleep. Lucius began the third and last verse and chorus in a quieter voice, so as not to awaken Draco.

“Tell me why you’re smiling my son.

Is there a secret you can’t tell anyone?

Do you know more than men that are wise?

Can you see what we all must disguise

through your loving eyes?

And if you take my hand my son,

All will be well when the day is done.

And if you take my hand my son my son,

All will be well when the day is done.”

Harry and Draco found themselves back in the study, the fire dimming to cold embers. Harry looked over at Draco to see one tear make its way down his face.

Harry leaned over and wiped it off with his thumb, his other arm curling around Draco’s waist. “I think I know why your father put those particular memories in the pensive,” he whispered.

“Why?”