Summary:

Draco Malfoy has spent the last three years outrunning his past. An abusive ex. His mistakes. His regrets. With his son in his arms he makes his way to Hogwarts, the last remaining safe haven there is for them. Only to find out that Harry Potter appears to similarly be escaping something.

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Draco was at the end of himself by the time he reached the stone griffin that guarded the headmistresses office. Too tired to call for someone, anyone. Too tired to take another step. Which is how he was found, some hours later, propped against the wall with Scorpius curled up in arms, both now covered by the yellow quilt. A terrarium sat beside them.

It was a familiar voice that awoke Draco, startling him out of his shallow sleep. His eyes flicked upwards, catching on the halo of light that surrounded the tall figure's wild head of hair like an illuminated manuscript of some mangy saint. 

“Malfoy?” 

“...Potter?”