Y/n sat at the Slytherin table with his friends and his sister, Cayla. Draco was beside Cayla, one arm draped over the back of the bench behind her. Blaise and Theodore were arguing about something across the table, Pansy half-listening with a smirk.

The great doors to the Hall creaked open, and Daphne stepped through, a small figure holding her hand.

Kiara. Five years old, black wavy hair just like her father’s, and dark blue eyes that scanned the room like she was looking for something. For someone.