"Crooks, be nice to the baby." the monstrous cat padded carefully along the bed beside Draco until he stood behind Scorpius’ head and sniffed at him suspiciously. Scorpius bent backward to look back at the animal. Draco was prepared to snatch his son out of the claws of death itself if the elderly cat attacked. But Crookshanks just rubbed his forehead against Scorpius’ head and the deep rumble of a purr started in his broad chest. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione smiled and watched as her beloved cat crawled into Draco’s lap, curling up close to the baby. Draco hesitantly put a hand out to touch the bushy creature now laying across his legs. Crookshanks bumped his head against Draco’s hand. 