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Harry groaned and hit his head against the table as Snape read out the pairings that they would be in for the rest of their seventh year. He swore that there would be at least one murder in potions this year.
Harry glanced towards Ron who was glaring at his partner, Blaise Zambini, who was glaring just as venomously back. It was likely that these two would be the ones to commit the murder.
He then turned to look at Hermione who seemed surprisingly calm; she had even smiled to her partner- Pansy Parkinson, who had smiled back.
Harry then groaned again as he turned to look at his own partner, Draco Malfoy was glaring at the potions professor who was looking incredibly smug about the pain he was causing his students.
With a sigh Harry collected his things and walked over to Malfoy's desk where he threw his things down.
"The instructions are on the board, you have one hour." Snape said and Harry turned to Malfoy who was copying the instructions down into his book. They were supposed to make an aging potion which would make them age ten years.
"What should I do?" Harry asked uncertainly. Malfoy sneered at him before walking away not even bothering to answer the Gryffindor. Malfoy came back a few minutes later with all of the ingredients in his arms. He placed them on the desk.
"Cut up the newt's tail." Malfoy said and Harry nodded taking out his knife and he began to cut the tail into thin slices. By the time he had finished Malfoy had added many ingredients into the cauldron and it was bubbling a deep green colour, which made many memories of his childhood come back, tales of cackling witches with black pointy hats.
"You can put it in now, and then take the grains of sand and add only ten." Malfoy said as he was stirring the potion anti-clockwise in a smooth motion.
Harry dropped the newt's tail into the potion which then changed to a deep blue colour. Malfoy nodded slightly and Harry picked up the small pot of sand.
But just as he reached the cauldron he tripped over the stool and the whole pot of sand fell into the potion.
Draco was pushed backwards by the force of the explosion, he groaned as his head hit the table and he heard many screams from the room. Looking up he saw that Potter was screaming loudly, His eyes widened in shock as he saw the potion being absorbed into the Gryffindor's skin.
Suddenly Potter was surrounded in a white light, so bright that everyone in the class had to shield their eyes. But as soon as it had come, the light faded. Draco looked up but saw no one; it appeared that Potter had disappeared.
He slowly stood, ignoring the pain in his head. Everyone else in the class stood staring where Harry had been standing. He walked over to where Harry and he had been working.
He frowned as he heard someone sobbing and gasped as he saw a miniature version of Potter curled up on the floor.
"Potter?" He asked and the little boy's head snapped up. Draco bent down next to the boy and couldn't help but stare at the young child.
"Who're you?" The little Potter whimpered.
"It's me Malfoy?" Draco said softly. "Are you okay?"
"How did you get in here, Uncle Vernon locked the door." Harry whispered. "He would get really angry if he knew anyone was in here."
"Potter, we're in potions. Don't you remember? You're at Hogwarts." Draco said and Harry shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.
"No, Uncle Vernon said not to leave the cupboard, he'll get really angry. He'll hurt me again." Harry whimpered his tears falling.
"You don't have to worry; no one's going to hurt you." Draco said calmly. He didn't know why he was being so nice to Potter of all people but this little child looked so lost, so scared that Draco just couldn't bring it in himself to be horrible to the toddler.
"But Uncle Vernon won't listen to you." Harry whimpered.
"Your Uncle's not here." Draco said and at that moment the rest of the class snapped out of their shock and began to talk amongst each other. Hermione, Ron and Pansy and Blaise walked over.
"Harry?" Ron whispered moving towards the miniature Gryffindor. But Harry backed away.
"Potter." Draco said quietly and in a sudden moment of compassion he held his arms out and the young Gryffindor ran into them crying onto his shoulder.
"Everyone leave the classroom now!" Draco heard Snape say and heard most of the children leave the class.
"I said everyone." Snape said and Draco turned to see him glaring at the five remaining students.
Draco stood, not eager to anger Snape. But Harry did not let go of his neck and he began to cry harder. Frowning he held Harry to him.
"Sorry Sev." He said and Snape glared at him.
"Give Potter to Mr Weasley, and we'll take him to Dumbledore." Snape said and Draco took Harry into his arms and held him out to the Weasel but as soon as he did Harry began to scream and he struggled in Draco's arms clinging to the Slytherin's robes.
"No, don't leave me." He cried and Draco bit his lip before pulling Harry close again and rubbing his hand up and down the Gryffindor's back.
Draco looked to Blaise and Pansy who were staring at him, he shrugged and eventually Harry stopped crying.
"What made your potion go wrong?" Snape asked.
"Potter dropped in the whole pot of sand." Draco said and Snape frowned.
"Yes, but that should have made Potter become a ninety year old man, not a five year old child." Snape said. "Tell me everything you did in your potion."
"I told Potter to cut the newts tail while I added three drops of Mimbulus Mimbletonia sap into the potion and then I added four pints of water all the while stirring the potion anti-clockwise." Draco said and Snape nodded.
"That would have done it, the instructions say clockwise. To stir it anti-clockwise would not only reduce the strength of the potion, it would reverse its effects. I can't believe you would make such a mistake." He sighed. "Now since Potter refuses to let go of you, follow me to Dumbledore's office."
"Yes Sir." Draco said and he glanced around at his friends.
"Can we come too Sir?" Hermione asked and Snape looked at them his eyebrows raised before nodding.
They all followed Snape out of the dungeons and to the statue leading up the Headmasters office.
"Sherbet lemons." Snape sighed and the statue jumped out of the way. The small group walked up the steps and into Dumbledore's office. Draco noticed that the Headmaster did not seem surprised at all to see the baby Harry.
"Please take a seat." Dumbledore said and out of nowhere six comfy looking armchairs appeared. Draco sat down with Harry in his lap and he noticed that Harry had fallen asleep with his hands buried deep into the black robes.
"Severus, do you know an antidote to Mr Potter's current appearance?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, this is not a typical de-aging potion. I will have to create an antidote from scratch." Snape sighed. "It will take at least a month."
"What are we going to do with a baby Potter for a month?" Blaise asked and Draco looked down at the sleeping child in his arms.
"Well, considering that Harry seems to be attached to Draco here, I think it would be best for him to stay with Draco." Dumbledore said.
"But he can't, I have lessons." Draco said his eyes wide, a look of disgust on his face.
"I realise this, and you shall have today off to get settled. Since Harry is head boy, he already has his owns rooms. I shall have your things moved into his rooms and some things for a child of Harry's age." Dumbledore said. "And speaking of which, can you wake up Harry please."
Draco lifted Harry into his arms and shook him gently.
"Potter, wake up." Draco called softly and Harry's eyes opened revealing two bright green orbs.
"What is it?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you." Draco said turning Harry round to see Dumbledore who smiled at him.
"Hello Harry." He said.
"Hello." Harry whispered.
"Harry, can you tell me how old you are?" Dumbledore asked.
"Five Sir." Harry mumbled and Dumbledore frowned, as did Draco. Harry was extremely small for a five year old. Much too small for a five year old.
Suddenly realisation dawned on him and he looked down at the tiny form of Harry who was snuggling back into his robes. Harry was currently wearing his white school shirt and tie as the rest of his clothes had fallen off due to being too big to him.
The rest of the people in the room didn't understand, they probably only thought that he was small for his age. But no five year old could be that small without being malnourished.
"I'm tired." Harry mumbled against Draco's robes and Draco nodded.
"I think it might be best to take Harry to his rooms. Mr Weasley, you know where it is." Dumbledore said and Ron nodded.
"Yes Sir." Draco said looking to Ron who was staring at Harry with a strange look on his face.
"The rest of you should get to your lessons." Snape said and all of the students stood and left.
"Draco, are you okay to go on your own with the Weasel?" Blaise asked glaring at his potions partner.
"I'm not going to kill him." Ron said and he glared just as angrily back at Blaise.
"I want to go to bed." Harry whispered in Draco's ear and Draco looked down at the small boy.
"Guys, stop fighting for a moment and think of the five year old who is tired." Draco sighed already getting a headache. Harry looked up from Draco's chest and looked around at the group of seventh years.
"We'll see you at dinner Harry." Hermione said softly and she reached forward ruffling Harry's hair. Harry shook his head making all of his hair fall out of place.
Pansy and Blaise left with Hermione following soon after that left Draco, Harry and Ron left.
"Follow me." Ron said before walking away. Draco followed quickly and they climbed to the fourth floor where they then walked towards a portrait of a grey wolf which looked up as it saw them.
"Master Ron, Master Harry is not here." The wolf said.
"He's here. There was an accident in potions." Ron said motioning towards the baby Harry which was staring at the wolf with wide eyes.
"Password?" The wolf asked.
"Parseltongue." Ron said and the wolf nodded before swinging open. Ron motioned for Draco to go forward and Draco walked into the head boy's room.
He turned back to Ron who was frowning at him.
"I'll kill you if you do anything to hurt Harry." He said and Draco glared at him.
"I may hate Potter, but I wouldn't fall so low as to hurt a child." He said and Ron nodded his eye narrowing at him.
"I'll see you later Harry." Ron said and Harry waved slightly to the boy who knew his name.
"Goodbye." He mumbled. Ron smiled before leaving and shutting the portrait behind him. Draco glanced around the room and sighed as he realised he would have to stay here until Snape found an antidote to the potions. He put Harry on the floor before looking around.
Draco couldn't help but grimace as he saw the gold and red of Gryffindor. He would be living here for at least a month. He looked down as he heard a quiet rumbling sound. Harry had his arm crossed across his stomach an expression of pain on his face.
"Do you want something to eat?" He asked and Harry looked up at him frowning.
"I'm not allowed." He whispered and Draco frowned.
"What do you mean not allowed?" He asked.
"Uncle Vernon doesn't let me eat when I'm naughty." Harry whispered. Draco bent down next to Harry.
"What did you do that was naughty?" He asked.
"I touched one of Dudley's presents." Harry said and Draco frowned.
"Who's Dudley?" He asked.
"He's my cousin. It was his birthday and I couldn't help but touch the pretty red bow. But Uncle Vernon got really mad and hit me then put me in my cupboard." Harry said biting his lip.
"He hit you?!" Draco asked his eyes wide. Harry nodded his own small frown making its way onto his face.
"What's wrong?" He asked touching Draco's cheek and Draco recoiled from the touch.
"People aren't allowed to hit you." He said realising as he said it that he had hit Harry more than once with quite a number of spells.
"Yes they are. Uncle Vernon does a lot and Auntie Petunia sometimes, but only when she's really, really mad." Harry whispered. Draco sighed before grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him towards another room which luckily for him was a kitchen.
He went to the cooling box and opened it taking a bar of chocolate out from it. He handed it to Harry who just held it staring at it.
"You can eat it." He said and Harry nodded gently peeling away the paper and then the foil. He took a small bite and his eyes widened almost comically.
"Thank you." Harry whispered a small smile lighting up his face. Draco suddenly found it very difficult to look away from the small boy.
He walked back into the lounge; Harry hurried after him he tripped over his shirt which was longer than his legs. Draco turned around to see Harry sitting on the floor clutching his ankle.
"Are you okay?" He asked kneeling down next to the toddler. Harry nodded biting his lip and Draco sighed. "We might as well get you out of this shirt; it's much too big for you."
He picked up Harry and carried him over to a trunk in the corner. There were many different clothes for Harry. He pulled out some jeans and a green t-shirt.
He knelt in front of Harry and pulled the large shirt over the small boys head. But what he saw then made him gasp. On Harry's chest were many colourful bruises and a number of large cuts.
"Potter." He whispered reaching forward and touching one of the scars gently making the younger boy flinch backwards in pain. "Did your Uncle give you these?"
"I was being naughty." Harry said as if this made perfect sense.
"That doesn't mean he was allowed to hit you." Draco said frowning. "Now come on, let's take you to Madam Pomfrey so she can heal you."
He dressed Harry quickly in the clothes he had chosen before picking up the young Gryffindor and carrying him to the infirmary. He was extremely grateful that everyone was still in classes. He entered the infirmary and Madam Pomfrey cooed as she saw the young Harry.
"Ah, I heard from Albus what happened. But he is terribly cute." She said. "What are you here for Mr Malfoy?"
"Potter has been beaten by his relatives." Draco said darkly. "I don't know how or why but some of the marks are still left. I was hoping you could heal them."
"Beaten?!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. She held her arms out and Draco placed the Gryffindor into them. She hurried over and placed the small boy on one of the beds. "Where?" She asked.
"Mainly on his chest." Draco said and Harry looked up at him biting his lip with wide eyes.
"Harry, my name's Madam Pomfrey. I want to help you." The nurse said smiling and Harry nodded biting his lip harder.
"Relax Potter." Draco said softly as he sat on the bed next to Harry who instantly curled into Draco's side. Draco made a noise of disgust and pushed Harry away slightly. Harry sniffled slightly and moved further away from Draco wiping his eyes.
"Now Harry can you lift your top please?" Madam Pomfrey asked and Harry nodded pulling his top up. Madam Pomfrey gasped as she saw the marks there.
"It's not that bad." Harry mumbled looking away and pulling his top down to cover the bruises.
"Well let me just heal you anyway." Madam Pomfrey said kindly. Harry shook his head vehemently.
"Potter, let Madam Pomfrey heal you." Draco said sharply but Harry still shook his head.
"Why not Harry, it'll make you feel better." Madam Pomfrey said.
"But I was bad. I need them." Harry said and Draco frowned.
"What do you mean need?" He asked and Harry looked at the hands in his lap.
"Uncle Vernon said that I was bad and that I needed to be hurt to make sure I wasn't bad again. But I'm bad a lot." Harry whispered.
"You're not a bad boy Harry." Madam Pomfrey said and Harry shook his head.
"I am I make things happen that shouldn't." Harry whispered.
"Well regardless of whether you are a bad boy or not you need to be healed or those cuts will get infected so lift your shirt." Draco said with finality in his tone and Harry nodded not wanting to disobey anyone.
Madam Pomfrey quickly got some bruise salve and bandages. She rubbed the bruise salve on first after closing the cuts with a spell. Then she wrapped the bandages around Harry's chest.
"Those bruises should fade by tomorrow. If they haven't bring him back to me. In the meantime I shall inform Professor Dumbledore of Mr Potter's mistreatment." Madam Pomfrey said before shooing them out of the hospital wing.
Draco sighed lifting Harry into his arms and walking back to the Head boy's rooms. He put Harry down on the floor and for the first time he realised that Harry was crying.
"What's wrong Potter?" He asked frowning. He didn't know why but it felt wrong to let the little boy keep on crying.
"I made you mad at me." Harry sniffed.
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked frowning. He wasn't angry at the Gryffindor. Annoyed sure but not angry.
"Y-You are a-angry at me." Harry cried wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
"I'm not angry at you." Draco said. "Why would you think I was?"
"When Uncle Vernon's angry at me he calls me Potter." Harry sniffed looking up at Draco with large green eyes.
"I'm not angry with you… H-Harry." Draco spat out the name felt weird on his tongue.
"Really?" Harry whispered and Draco nodded. Harry suddenly beamed and Draco couldn't help but chuckle. It was then that Harry's stomach chose to rumble and Draco looked at the wizarding clock. It said 'dinner time'.
"Come on then. Let's go to dinner." Draco lifted Harry into his arms again and carried him down to the Great Hall.
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