The mid-morning sun turned the flock of albino peacocks below Draco into a sea of miniature, glimmering diamonds as he sat, staring off over the vastness of the Manor grounds. The early spring air gusted through Draco’s windblown hair and the hard seat had caused his backside to lose all feeling a while ago. Soft cries emanating from the bundle of scarlet fabric cradled in his arms pulled him from both his discomfort and the nostalgic panorama.