Harry was putting on a brave face, smiling for the kids and greeting the ever-growing mob of Weasley’s at the Burrow with enthusiasm and joy, but Draco could see that his expression was pinched, and when he thought no one was looking, his eyes would become distant and misty. He was currently sat out on the grass, staring out at the vegetable patch on his own while their children played with their cousins at the other end of the garden.