Draco got back to the manor, still holding Teddy. He walked to the playroom first to pack everything up.

With a wave of his wand he had everything put into place and shrunken to fit in his pocket. Teddy woke up and nuzzled Draco's neck.

"Hi baby, are you up?" Draco asked softly.

"Yeah," Teddy yawned. "Daddy why no toys?" Teddy asked sadly, as if he were in trouble.

"We're just-um-saying at uncle Harry's house," Draco told him as he walked past Harry to the kitchen.

"Why?" Teddy asked.

Draco froze and tensed up. He couldn't tell Teddy that Harry and Ron thought he was going hurt him. He looked over to Harry, who have him a sign saying he had no clue what to say.

"Um, well termites." Draco told him.

"Wha'?" Teddy asked.

"Yep. They ate right through the wall." Draco pointed to the hole in the wall from when Harry and Ron bursted through. "Now we have to stay with uncle Harry until it's all fixed,"

"Udle Hawwy?" Teddy asked.

"Yep. Uncle Harry. You wanna go show him around while I get some stuff?" Draco asked.

"Yes!" Teddy said excitedly as he was let down. "Udle hawwy, ove' hewe!" Teddy said as he ran down the hallway. Harry followed right behind him.

Draco went to the cabinets to get Teddy's cups, bib, and special fork and spoon (blue plastic ones) and then went down the hallway to his room, where Teddy was.

Draco gasped. "Silly boy, what are you doing in here?"

"Showin' Udle hawwy," Teddy told him. He reached up to Draco. "Up?"

"Come on up," Draco told him as he picked Teddy up. "We have to get all of your clothes."

Draco went to his drawer and got every clothing article he had or both himself and Teddy, then shrunk everything into his pockets.

"Time to go," Draco sighed.

He walked out of the room with Teddy, Harry following behind him. "Daddy sad?" Teddy asked.

"No, baby. I'm okay," Draco him, forcing a smile.

"Is living with us really that bad?" Harry asked.

"Well, yes." Draco said. "Potter, we've been enemies for over ten years. Then you break into my home and take me and Teddy to Weasleys house, then you accuse me of hurting my baby. Am I really that horrible? You honestly think that I'm so terrible that I would hurt any child?"

"Well... No," Harry said sheepishly. "I'm sorry,"

"Save it potter," Draco sighed. "I know all you see me as is the death eater who should rot in azkaban until I die, get tortured to death, or have my soul sucked out of me. But let me tell you one thing." Draco turned to harry, a look of hurt and sadness in his eyes. "I never wanted anything to do with him. I didn't want to be a Malfoy, I didn't want to be a death eater, and I certainly didn't want to hurt anybody."

Draco turned back around, grabbed Harry, who was sitting there with guilt and sadness washing over him, and apparated back to the burrow.