As the family bustled around Diagon Alley, gathering last-minute supplies for Selene’s first year at Hogwarts before heading to the Platform, Draco tried to avoid the stares and whispers. His daughter walked, eyes straight, beside him and Hermione on the other. They were near copies of one another, but Selene had his eyes– a slate grey that demanded attention. Hermione held Hyperion’s– Rion, for shorthand— hand tight in her own as their 8-year-old son walked beside her. 