After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Cry if you want to. We are just children."

Draco's sincere and bright eyes reflected in Harry's. He couldn't help but lower his head, tears gushing out at Draco's care. It wasn't the kind of silent tears that had just made people feel distressed. He even cried as quietly as possible.

Instead, she was unbridled, like a real child, complaining to her family about being wronged, as if she wanted to cry out all her grievances. The group of people standing silently at the door were heartbroken when they heard it.

Draco clumsily imitated his mother, patting Harry's back comfortingly and wiping his tears clumsily, saying over and over, "Good boy, good boy, Harry is already great. If Harry wants a hero, then the little dragon will be Harry's hero."

Draco comforted Harry, saying that he was a kind and gentle child who grew up surrounded by love and he was not stingy in sharing his love, especially with his best friend.

He empathized with Harry's pain and wanted to make Harry happy, so he said, "My parents are Harry's parents, and my godfather is also Harry's godfather. We will live happily together every day. So Harry, don't be sad, I will always be with you."

"Thank you, Xiaolong. I was just a little sad. I'm okay now." Harry's voice was nasal.

"I already have the best family, with you, my godfather, Uncle Luke, and Aunt Cissy. And I've learned to write, and Mom and Dad both praised me. I can write to Mom and Dad, and even though we're not in the same place, our hearts are connected. Just knowing that Mom and Dad love me is enough."

Harry had very little when he was young, but now he has so much that he becomes anxious and worried. The appearance of Sirius just ignites his emotions. He is afraid that the appearance of this so-called godfather will destroy everything he has now.

"I'm worried that I'll wake up back in that closet. I don't want to lose you." He rarely reveals his thoughts and expresses his anxiety.

"Silly Harry, does this hurt?" Draco reached out and pinched Harry's cheek. Seeing him nod in confusion, he let go with satisfaction.

"It's not a dream. You see, we will grow up together and go to Hogwarts together. It's the best school in the UK. Every little wizard will go there. Then we will become our godfather's students. He will teach us potions, but Harry, you don't seem to have any talent for potions. You always prefer to read detailed explanations of Quidditch when you read books."

"The godfather will be angry. He'll say, you little troll with a head full of sphinx." Harry imitated Snape's tone when he was correcting students' homework. The two children laughed together.

"I wonder which house we'll go to. Mom, Dad, and Godfather are all Slytherin, so I should be too."

"Then I'll go wherever Draco goes."

"I heard there might be a sorting exam for admission. What if the sorting exam is about Potions? Harry, you and I will be sorted into a different house."

"That doesn't matter. Xiaolong has always been my best friend. It doesn't matter if we're in different academies. Xiaolong and I are still best friends!"

"Yes! Of course. Harry, what do you think the Sorting Exam will be like?"

The people outside smiled knowingly and walked towards the study without disturbing the two children laughing and playing inside. Snape walked behind with Sirius, who was under the petrification spell and floating like a zombie, and a rare smile appeared on his lips.

This damn stupid dog lost his mind and wanted to rush in to ask when he heard that Harry could communicate with James and Lily. Fortunately, Narcissa reacted quickly. After all, she knew her cousin's character too well.

Arriving in the study, Dumbledore lifted the spell from Sirius. Sirius rushed to Lucius and held his shoulders tightly. "You must know, right? Harry said, Harry said he could communicate with James and Lily, but they clearly, clearly they have already..."

He burst into tears, knowing clearly that it might just be a child's fantasy, or a white lie told by an adult. But when he thought of the miraculous nephew whom he had deliberately ignored, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. What if, what if it was true?

Lucius slapped Sirius's hand away and said to him coldly, "So what if it's true? So what if it's false?"

"It's true, right? It must be true! Do you know this..." Sirius was excited, but under Lucius's cold and slightly disdainful gaze, he gradually regained some of his sanity. He remembered Narcissa's words and Harry's words... He fell dejectedly on the sofa.

"Please tell me, Lucius. I beg you." At this moment, he let go of his past prejudices and finally realized how accurate Narcissa's assessment was. He was an arrogant and inconsiderate jerk. He glanced at the people in the room, their faces showing no surprise, and realized that they all seemed to know the truth.

"Don't worry, Sirius. We were just about to discuss this." Dumbledore couldn't bear to see his former student in this state. He smiled at him reassuringly and, while the others acquiesced, said, "This is what happened..."

No one knew what they talked about. The next day, Draco and Harry got up and walked to the restaurant hand in hand. They were shocked to see someone they didn't want to see sitting in the restaurant.

"Why are you here?" Draco opened his little hands to protect Harry behind him, and looked at the annoying guy - Sirius Black vigilantly. He didn't know what hardship meant. He only knew that this person made his mother sad and his father lost his smile when he appeared, and also caused Harry to faint.

Sirius dressed himself up today. Although he was still thin, he no longer looked like the destitute beggar he was yesterday. He seemed to have regained his energy and spirit.

His handsome face was filled with a smile that he had practiced countless times today, although it was a little stiff. "You are Draco, right? I am your mother's cousin. You should call me uncle."

He looked at this child, a combination of his sister and Malfoy's excellent genes. He was indeed as cute as an angel. But he might not have a good impression of him. He smiled bitterly and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.

"Hmph." Draco didn't want to call this strange man uncle at all. Seeing Narcissa coming out of the kitchen, he quickly pulled Harry around Sirius and ran straight to his mother's arms. "Mom, why is this bad guy still in our house? He bullied Harry yesterday." The little dragon was unhappy and complained.

Narcissa gently squatted down and held Draco and Harry in each of her arms, enjoying the children's intimacy and ignoring Sirius who was looking at her sadly.

"Good morning, Xiaolong, good morning, Harry." She kissed the two little babies and felt Harry's faint uneasiness. She looked at Sirius with a sharp look. Really, I told him to do it step by step! This! Stupid! Dog!

"Don't worry about him, he'll be leaving soon. Today we have green apple pie and Yorkshire pudding that I made myself. They're our little dragon and Harry's favorites, right?" Narcissa gently coaxed the two children to sit down. Harry was shy but also excited. He didn't expect Aunt Cissy to remember his preferences, and Aunt Cissy's cooking was really delicious! Aunt Cissy didn't usually make desserts.

"Yeah, I love my mom the most~" "I, I love Auntie Xixi too!"

For a moment, the dining table was filled with laughter and joy, but Sirius, forgotten by everyone, was left alone in the corner.

After breakfast, Draco saw his father, godfather, and Headmaster Dumbledore arriving late. They seemed to have just come from the study. Draco thought, "They must be discussing something. The adults are really busy."

Everyone tacitly ignored Draco's voice. Dumbledore stood beside Sirius, patting him on the shoulder in encouragement. Snape snorted, but did nothing to stop Sirius from approaching.

Sirius mustered up the courage to walk up to Harry, squatted down and looked at him, trying hard to ignore Draco's sharp and vigilant eyes beside him.

"Harry, I'm sorry, you may not be able to accept me now, but it doesn't matter. I think we can start by getting to know each other and slowly get to know each other, okay?" Sirius tried hard to let Harry see his sincere eyes.

"Perhaps you would like to give me, an adult who has done something wrong, a chance to understand you?" He stretched out his right hand, and his left hand was hidden in his sleeve, sweating from nervousness. He had received a postcard from Narcissa as a friendly gift yesterday, and he treasured it very much, even though it was full of Lily's roar and James' angry words.

He had to work hard to show himself, to reassure James and Lily, as well as Narcissa and the others. Maybe he could still chat with his friends like before, even if they couldn't see each other. But this was good enough.