The house is oddly quiet when James wakes. Too quiet, maybe. It's Saturday, and normally at this hour, there would be commotion. Harry and Ginny banging around in the kitchen, Al and Lily arguing about something or another, Teddy propping his feet on the table and Victoire demanding he take things more seriously. Maybe even Hugo and Rose adding their voices to the crowd, and Hermione and Ron arguing about Ron growing a beard.

But today? Nothing. Silence.

Just the sound of Scorpius Malfoy, breathing heavily, tucked in close to James with sleep lines all over his pale face from James's shirt.