Welcome to the new and welcome back to the old! I'm back from my vacation and like I promised, I'm here with a fresh new story! I hope you all like it, it's a bit of a different take from the previous stories I've written. You decide for yourself!

The concept of this beautiful story is taken from the movie "Taare Zameen Par" a boy named Ishaan and his struggle on dyslexia.

I hope everyone is doing well as always and can't wait to hear the responses on this one! Thank you!

"It's a boy." The Healer said holding up a naked pink baby, who squirmed in his arms. It was the first time after a very long time that Draco's eyes misted with tears. He watched the Healer wrap the child up and hand it to his wife, who received the child warmly. Draco watched Pansy tremble slightly as she pulled the cloth down to see her newborn gaze at her and roll his head around to absorb the new world surrounding him.

"Draco." Pansy croaked turning to him. Draco shifted his gaze from his newborn son to his wife and almost did a double take when he saw the dark circles under her eyes. She looked pale and sick and held the child weakly in her arms.

"Pansy-"

"Hold him." Pansy said holding their child out for Draco to take. Draco immediately offered his arms to hold the baby and felt Pansy feebly nestle their child his arms. She fell back; feeling exhausted from this simple task and placed a hand to her chest, her breathing ragged. Draco didn't pay attention to this; he was only engrossed in his son, who fell asleep in his arms. He couldn't already make out who his son looked like; Pansy or himself?

"What's happening to her heart rate?" one Healer asked seeing the dramatic decline in Pansy's heart rate chart. The Healer who delivered the child started to check Pansy's pulse and one of the nurses pointed out to the blood that was matted on the hospital bed, coming from Pansy. "Oh no." the Healer whispered lifting Pansy's gown. The Healer turned towards Draco, who looked up to see the grave look on his face. "She's internally bleeding." The Healer informed him.

Draco's heart sunk when he heard those three words spoken. "No. No, you have to do something. Do anything, I have money, say what you want and I'll give it to you!" Draco said with panic.

"Mr. Malfoy, please step outside, we'll do our best to save your wife." The Healer promised. A nurse touched Draco's arm and firmly led him outside, where he could only wait. They took his son away and Draco sat down, hoping that Pansy would recover. He waited for an hour and the door opened. Draco stood up and held his breath. The Healer loosened his mask and looked grim. Seeing the remorse on the Healer's face crushed Draco's heart.

"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy…we've tried all our best but…we couldn't save her."

7 years later…

"What the hell is this, Alcaeus? Every day I get a complaint from your school! Today your Headmaster told me that if you don't start getting your act together, you'll be expelled! Is that what you want? Is that what you want boy? Look at me while I'm speaking to you!" Draco bellowed.

Alcaeus stood there, flaring his nostrils as his father yelled at him. This was nothing new to Alcaeus. Everyday his father would scream and everyday Alcaeus would stand there, terrified or angry, depending on his mood and take in his father's scolding's.

"What's wrong with you? You're bloody 7 years old! In a few years, you'll be going to Hogwarts but you're still in Primary school, with 5 year olds!" Draco said.

"I don't want to go to school! I hate school and I can't learn anything there!" Alcaeus said.

Draco gave a rough sigh and squatted to meet eyes with his son. "Everyone hates school Alcaeus, even I hated school but I still completed it. Everyone completes it so why can't you?" Draco asked. Alcaeus hung his head and there was a knock in the study.

"Master Malfoy, a gentleman is downstairs with his son and would like to speak to you." the butler said pushing the heavy door slightly.

Draco gave a nod and turned to his son. "Sit right there and practice your multiplication tables. No playing time and definitely no visit to the zoo if you don't memorize them." Draco said.

Alcaeus plopped down to his chair and pulled his notebook, hating to memorize the multiplication tables. He couldn't. They would all play tricks on him and terribly confuse him, it was so hard for him to memorize. His attention shifted to his imagination and he imagined a world with all the colors he could possibly think of and different animals, all in different colors and designs, charging at and killing the numbers in the multiplication table.

Draco stepped out of his study and peered down below to see who arrived. He furrowed his eyebrows seeing two parents and a child that looked beaten up. "Yes?" Draco asked walking down the steps.

"Mr. Malfoy, you ought to keep your son in check! Look at what he did to my poor Dillon! Bruised up and cut, all by your son!" the mother said.

Draco looked down to the hefty boy who glared straight at him. "You seem like a gentleman Mr. Malfoy but it really would be a horrible thing to see a man with class and dignity bring up a brute who terrorizes little children like my Dillon." The man said smoothly.

Alcaeus heard the shouting from downstairs and opened the study door to see his father stand there as Dillon's parents screamed and yelled. He stepped out and walked closer to see Dillon point to him.

"Look at him! He even told me that if I ever came around school again, he'd send an Unforgivable on me!" the boy said.

"Liar!" Alcaeus roared. He stormed downstairs and charged at the fat boy who was 3 times his size.

"ALCAEUS!" Draco yelled. He grabbed his son from attacking the boy. When little Alcaeus squirmed to reach Dillon, Draco pushed him and slapped him hard in the face. Alcaeus flew to the ground and crawled, crying hard and tried to pacify the sting in his cheek.

"For a little kid his age, he already knows Unforgivables and how to use them without a wand. This is what happens when a child doesn't have a mother. Let's get out of here Mina." The man said. The couple left with their son Dillon who smirked at Alcaeus, who still cried from the slap.

"Get yourself up and go to your room! If I ever hear another complaint, you'll be sent straight to your mother." Draco snarled. Alcaeus stood up and ran away from his father and locked himself in his room, crying his little eyes out. Draco sat down on his chair and rubbed his temple with his thumb. He opened his eyes to see a portrait of his late wife Pansy Parkinson. "Why did you leave me? All alone like this?" Draco asked. He stared at the portrait for some time and looked down to his desk. Alcaeus was a very big responsibility in Draco's life and every day was harder than the last. Draco never realized that fatherhood could be so hard and challenging.

Jade woke up from the doorbell ringing. She sat up and yawned hearing the impatient cries of the doorbell. "I'm coming!" Jade said thickly. She slipped off of her bed and walked quickly towards the door, feeling lightheaded from being woken suddenly. She knew who it was; it was the same person that's been ringing her doorbell 5 in the morning for 6 months. She unlocked her locks and opened the door seeing Dean Thomas leaning near the door frame.

"Didn't I tell you to wake up early? I've been here for 5 minutes." He said leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. He pulled back and wrinkled his nose. "Didn't I tell you to get that morning breath checked?" he asked walking past her.

Jade blushed and made a face as she closed the door. She turned around to see Dean plop down on her sofa and look around. "How was your party?" Jade asked sitting on the arm of the sofa.

Dean shrugged and turned to Jade. He took her hand and pulled her close. "You could have had fun if you weren't at those stupid kids with A.I.D.S. party." Dean said.

Jade frowned and pulled away. "It's a charity event for young Wizards with A.I.D.S. There's nothing stupid about that Dean." Jade said seeing him sigh.

"You're displeased…what should I do for that?" Dean asked.

"For starters you can stop making fun of my charity organizations, especially for the kids I work for." Jade said getting up. She walked away to the bathroom to freshen up and make breakfast. After she finished from the bathroom, Jade walked out to see Dean sitting on her bed.

"Why are you mad? Can you not be mad at me?" he asked trying to grab one of her hands.

"Can you throw that ridiculous ego of yours and apologize to me?" Jade asked. Dean pulled her to the bed and kissed her, holding her tightly. Jade tried to break it off, but he kept covering his mouth with hers, not even letting her to breathe. "Stop." Jade said in between kisses.

"I'm sorry ok? I'll never make fun of your work again. So when are we marrying?" Dean asked holding up her ring finger that held the small engagement ring. It was disappointing as a ring because it had such a small stone, but Dean promised her a new one, one of these days. Jade warmed back up again and smiled. That's all she needed to hear. Taking this as a green light, Dean kissed her again. Jade kissed back, feeling nothing in her heart.

For the past 7 months of their relationship, especially after their first kiss, Jade felt unmoved by his kisses or touch. Her heart sat coldly as she kissed and her eyes never automatically closed like her friends would say, instead they preferred to stay open. This was never an act of passion, nor an act of love, it was just an act. As soon as their lips touched, Jade would mentally shut down, not allowing Dean to touch her heart or soul in any way shape or form. She hated kissing him anywhere else and refused for his attempts to have sex. He kept guiding her hands to places she didn't want to touch and almost always pushed her head down to his pants. "I said no Dean!" Jade said forcibly. Dean glared at her and Jade wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She walked away to make breakfast to start her day.