"I think tonight, you'll be sporting luxurious flowing purple locks," Remus 'threatened' off-handedly, a smile on his lips. Really, it felt a little like being a younger man again, and a lot like-

He blinked, glancing to Draco as he pulled his broom to a halt. It felt a lot like having another son, was what it felt like. It almost felt like an unfair feeling; unfair to Lucius Malfoy, really. Was it unfair to Draco? That worried him more. He wasn't the boy's father, he had one of his own who did love him.

Though he feared what the Malfoys would do when, not if, they learned about just how much Draco had changed.