Authors note: I wrote this fic after I'd seen "Monsters.Inc". That little
girl was just so adorable ^_^
So that's where I got my inspiration for this fic, if anyone was wondering.
Like always, I apologize for all the spelling mistakes I've probably made, and all the other mistakes I've probably made...
And oh, before I forget:
"I, Pepsi, do *not* own Harry Potter or any characters or places related to the books or the movie. They are all property of J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. Thank you for your attention!"
I want to ask you to review, but I don't want you to unless you actually like my story and want me to continue. So therefore, I ask you only to review if you like my story and want me to continue!
Chapter. 1
-The potion-explosion
//Harry instinctly reached out to cover his eyes. He heard screaming, and the sound of cauldrons being knocked over, as Slytherins and Gryffindors alike ran for safety.//
Neville Longbottom had done it again...
No sooner had Snape left the classroom (he wouldn't tell why, only that it was urgent and that he had been expecting it to happen, whatever it was, for quite some time now) before Malfoy decided to play a prank on the poor clumsy Gryffindor.
However, Ron Weasley caught him in the act, and the fight was on! Or rather, *would* have been on, had it not been for the fact that Malfoy had absloutely no intensions of fighting. Especially not with Weasley!
Therefore, he crawled under the table, upon which the cauldron was placed, and reappeared on the other side with a delighted smirk (if ever there was such a thing). Out of reach, even for Weasley's long limbs.
But, unfortunately for Malfoy, his plan of escape had gotten no further than step. 1, which generally consisted of him being at the opposite side of the table, as far away from Weasley as possible. Genious as though the plan may be, it didn't take Ron very long to figure it out, and soon enough, the *chase* was on!
And that was when Longbottom (who hadn't really been paying much attention, and had no idea *why*, exactly, the two were running after each other) decided to add the last ingredient to his potion...
Later, the Gryffindors pointed out that it was really all Malfoy's fault.
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, and at glacier speed he threw up his hands and shouted: "NO!"
Draco Malfoy did the same, only his choice of words were: "watch out! It's going to blow!"
Neville stared dumbly at his potion, unable to reach his brain and tell it to make his body move.
Fortunately, there happened to be a hero in the very same room, and as we all know, you don't have to do anything at all when you're faced with danger as long as there's a hero nearby.
This particular hero was, in fact, none other than the already famous wizard: Harry Potter, who had come face to face with death and destruction and God knows what not many times before.
Heroes are known to sacrifice themselves in order to save others, which was exactly what this hero did. He threw himself at his paralyzed fellow- student, pushing him out of the way, as the potion exploded.
Everything happened very fast...
Harry, who had landed on his back, had no time to roll away as the sticky potion came raining down on his defenceless form.
He instinctly reached out to cover his eyes. He could hear screaming, and the sound of cauldrons being knocked over, as Slytherins and Gryffindors alike ran for safety.
He felt his robes getting stained with the potion, stick to his hair like glue, and creep down underneath his clothes.
He unintensionally opened his mouth to join the choir of screams, and too late he realised what a stupid decision he had made....
"Oh dear..." Draco muttered, eyes wide with terror. "I think he's eating it..."
Suddenly, Ron grabbed him by the collar and pushed him forcefully up against the wall.
"Look what you've done!" he sneered trough gritted teeth. "If Harry's hurt because of you, I swear I'll-"
He was cut off when Lavender Brown shrieked in her shrill glass-shattering voice: "he disappeared!!!"
Ron released his grip and spun around. Draco fell to the floor, rubbing his throath, while at the same time staring curiously out trough the forest of feet, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy who wasn't there.
For he had, indeed, disappeared...
Where there had been a beautiful raven-haired boy, only seconds ago, choking on some unknown, possibly dangerous potion, there was now a heap of lifeless clothes.
The students stared at it in perplex bewilderment. Silence had crept upon them. That kind of silence you can touch and feel and hear and taste and see, when everybody tries to think of something to say and nobody succeeds...
But then, suddenly, the heap began to stir!
A tiny head poked out from the center, taking in it's surroundings with large emerald eyes, and a curiousity usually found in puppies or kittens.
It was a child...
A child with way too much hair. Black and messy, with a tint of purple, that looked like it had never seen a pair of scissors. A child with a scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning etched into its forehead...
Nobody moved a muscle. They all knew what they *thought* they saw, but weren't quite sure whether they believed it.
The child, however, took no notice, as he struggled to untangle himself from the heap of over-sized clothes. This was indeed a very difficult task, not easily done by a three-year old, who also happened to be a bit small for his age.
The students, who were all standing crammed up against a wall, stared at him with shock and disbelief, unable to take their eyes off him. Suddenly, he sneezed, in a very cute child-like way, and everybody snapped out of the trance.
Lavender Brown was the first to speak. Although 'speak' might not be a very accurate description of what she did. "Harry?!!!" she shrieked, in her usual shrill voice, tightening her grip on Parvati Patil's robes.
"Well, er, that sure was unexpected..." Seamus Finnigan said meekly, scratching his neck thoughtfully.
"Malfoy?" Ron hissed softly, "what, praytell, did you put in that potion?" He had gotten a very dangerous expression on his freckly face. But before Malfoy could answer, Pansy Parkinson surprised them all by giggling. "Aww... Look how cute he is! Isn't he adorable?" The rest of the students quickly chimed in, and soon forgot all about the potion-explosion.
Draco Malfoy put on his usual trademark smirk and stepped boldly forward, kneeling down by the heap. The others followed him, careful to keep at a safe distance.
The little boy had long since given up on untangling himself, and decided it was much more entertaining to crawl through the clothes. Pointless perhaps, but fun, none the less. It was like a dark soft labyrinth.
But suddenly, the world was turned upside-down and he tumbled out of the dark tunnel and down onto the cold potion-stained floor.
Draco Malfoy threw the black robes carelessly aside, and stared curiously at the adorable little creature, who giggled excitedly and tugged a lock of his thick dark hair. He was wearing a pair of black boxers and a black T- shirt. Both were too big for him now, of course, but for some strange reason they hadn't fell off.
He looked at them with innocent curiousity, while playing idly with his hair.
"Cha-la-la-la" he said, looking very serious indeed.
Everybody laughed, even the Slytherins. The girls found they couldn't restrain themselves any longer, and sat down to cuddle with the adorable little boy. Though no one would admit it, especially not the Slytherins, they were all quite relieved to find Potter alive. A bit different perhaps, but alive.
Snape pinched the bridge of his over-sized nose and shook his head slowly. Of all the possible mistakes....! Why was it that he had to work with such imbesiles? Of course, he had been expecting it to happen. Oh yes, ever since the very first day he had gotten wind of it, he had known it could only lead to trouble...
It will come as surprise to none that this considered one of Hagrid's new pets...
He had gotten quite a few more over the summer, no less terrifying than the others, of course. It was a mystery how that man kept up with those *things* he called pets. And, judging by the looks of it, the mystery was not about to be solved anytime soon.
This time, one of them had somehow managed to turn one of the others into a canary. McGonagall had tried to transfigure it back to normal (though 'normal' might be a bit rich...!), but it seemed transfiguration was not the answer.
"And where do we turn when tranfiguration fails?" he muttered to himself, "let's try a potion! Let's go bug prof. Snape, shall we?"
He knew he had made a mistake, leaving his own house alone with the Gryffindors. But, mistake or not, it would be fun to see what kind of mess those little rascals had made this time. He was already looking forward to give Potter detention for.... ah, two weeks? Three?
He found the lack of screams slightly disappointing as he entered the dungeons But disappointment soon turned into surprise as he, slowly, aproached the door which lead to the potion-classroom and his ears caught the sweet sound of... laughter?!
Careful not to make a sound, he gave the door a gentle push, just enough to create a small gap, and peered trough it.
He wasn't quite sure what he'd expected. All he knew was that the sight that greeted him was not one of them...
The entire class, Gryffindors as well as Slytherins were gathered around Draco Malfoy. He was standing in the middle, with something that looked strangely like pride on his face, and something that looked strangely like a child in his arms.
Snape moisted his lips, straightened his robes and made a quiet entrée. He walked up to the teacher's desk and sat down behind it, with his hands neatly folded in front of him. Nobody noticed him, as they were too busy cuddling with the child Malfoy was holding.
It was a strange thing to see them like this...
Gryffindors and Slytherins together, laughing and smiling, forgetting all about their differences and their previous fights...
Such a strange thing...
He sighed slowly. This could be interesting...
He cleared his voice as loudly as he could manage, attempting to reclaim the attention which was rightfully his. He succeeded.
Silence spread trough the body of students like a fire through a dry lawn...
Their heads turned in unison, and he was pleased to see their terrified expressions, each one looking like a deer caught in the front lights.
"I have two questions," he said calmly. "One: where is Potter? And two: where does that child come from?"
Nobody spoke. They exchanged desperate looks. First they glanced at each other, then at the child, and then back to each other again. Obviously trying to come up with a really good excuse. Judging by the looks of it, this would have to be an exceptionally good one...
"Well," Snape said impatiently, "I'm waiting." The look on his face suggested that he might as well have added: 'people die when I have to wait...!'
Finally, Hermione Granger took an insecure step forward. "Umh... you see, professor, Neville's cauldron exploded, and the p-potion sort of..."
"Exploded..." Ron finished meekly. "Malfoy put something in it," he added quickly.
"And then Potter threw himself at Longbottom to save him, or something, and he got, like, all the potion in his mouth!" said Pansy Parkinson. "He probably swallowed half of it."
"And then he sort of disappeared," Lavender Brown chimed in, "only, he didn't. He was there all the time, inside his clothes."
"He was, was he?" said Snape in mock facination.
"Yes, and when Draco turned the robes upside-down, *this* fell out," Blaise Zabini finished, pointing a thumb at the little boy. "We, er, believe it's Potter."
Little Harry Potter, however, remained oblivious to everything that was happening around him. He was a bit curious at this new creature at first, but soon lost interest in it.
"Dwayco Maphoy!" he said happily and clapped his little hands.
Draco's eyes widened, and his face brightened up like a sun when the dark clouds withdraw. Every thought of Snape, as well as the fact that this was really all his fault, vanished from his mind.
"He said my name..." he whispered in disbelief. "Hey, hey, hey, he said my name!" Quicker than you could blink and say 'cookie' everybody's attention was once again directed at the child. "Come on, make him say it again!"
"Dwayco Maphoy," said Harry, and glanced at his audience with large innocent eyes.
"There, there! Did you hear that?! He said my name!" Draco looked like he had just been granted all the treasures in the world. The students clapped excitedly and began to talk in equally excited voices all at once, so that noone could actually hear what anyone was saying.
"Enough!" Snape shouted. Everybody stopped talking at the same time.
"I'm going to have to take 'Potter' to the hospital wing, to see if we can fix this up. In the meantime, I want you to clean up this mess," he made a swishing hand motion towards the potion-stained floor.
"Dwayco Maphoy!" Harry said, and giggled happily, while tugging his hair.
Authors note: so what do you think?
So that's where I got my inspiration for this fic, if anyone was wondering.
Like always, I apologize for all the spelling mistakes I've probably made, and all the other mistakes I've probably made...
And oh, before I forget:
"I, Pepsi, do *not* own Harry Potter or any characters or places related to the books or the movie. They are all property of J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. Thank you for your attention!"
I want to ask you to review, but I don't want you to unless you actually like my story and want me to continue. So therefore, I ask you only to review if you like my story and want me to continue!
Chapter. 1
-The potion-explosion
//Harry instinctly reached out to cover his eyes. He heard screaming, and the sound of cauldrons being knocked over, as Slytherins and Gryffindors alike ran for safety.//
Neville Longbottom had done it again...
No sooner had Snape left the classroom (he wouldn't tell why, only that it was urgent and that he had been expecting it to happen, whatever it was, for quite some time now) before Malfoy decided to play a prank on the poor clumsy Gryffindor.
However, Ron Weasley caught him in the act, and the fight was on! Or rather, *would* have been on, had it not been for the fact that Malfoy had absloutely no intensions of fighting. Especially not with Weasley!
Therefore, he crawled under the table, upon which the cauldron was placed, and reappeared on the other side with a delighted smirk (if ever there was such a thing). Out of reach, even for Weasley's long limbs.
But, unfortunately for Malfoy, his plan of escape had gotten no further than step. 1, which generally consisted of him being at the opposite side of the table, as far away from Weasley as possible. Genious as though the plan may be, it didn't take Ron very long to figure it out, and soon enough, the *chase* was on!
And that was when Longbottom (who hadn't really been paying much attention, and had no idea *why*, exactly, the two were running after each other) decided to add the last ingredient to his potion...
Later, the Gryffindors pointed out that it was really all Malfoy's fault.
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, and at glacier speed he threw up his hands and shouted: "NO!"
Draco Malfoy did the same, only his choice of words were: "watch out! It's going to blow!"
Neville stared dumbly at his potion, unable to reach his brain and tell it to make his body move.
Fortunately, there happened to be a hero in the very same room, and as we all know, you don't have to do anything at all when you're faced with danger as long as there's a hero nearby.
This particular hero was, in fact, none other than the already famous wizard: Harry Potter, who had come face to face with death and destruction and God knows what not many times before.
Heroes are known to sacrifice themselves in order to save others, which was exactly what this hero did. He threw himself at his paralyzed fellow- student, pushing him out of the way, as the potion exploded.
Everything happened very fast...
Harry, who had landed on his back, had no time to roll away as the sticky potion came raining down on his defenceless form.
He instinctly reached out to cover his eyes. He could hear screaming, and the sound of cauldrons being knocked over, as Slytherins and Gryffindors alike ran for safety.
He felt his robes getting stained with the potion, stick to his hair like glue, and creep down underneath his clothes.
He unintensionally opened his mouth to join the choir of screams, and too late he realised what a stupid decision he had made....
"Oh dear..." Draco muttered, eyes wide with terror. "I think he's eating it..."
Suddenly, Ron grabbed him by the collar and pushed him forcefully up against the wall.
"Look what you've done!" he sneered trough gritted teeth. "If Harry's hurt because of you, I swear I'll-"
He was cut off when Lavender Brown shrieked in her shrill glass-shattering voice: "he disappeared!!!"
Ron released his grip and spun around. Draco fell to the floor, rubbing his throath, while at the same time staring curiously out trough the forest of feet, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy who wasn't there.
For he had, indeed, disappeared...
Where there had been a beautiful raven-haired boy, only seconds ago, choking on some unknown, possibly dangerous potion, there was now a heap of lifeless clothes.
The students stared at it in perplex bewilderment. Silence had crept upon them. That kind of silence you can touch and feel and hear and taste and see, when everybody tries to think of something to say and nobody succeeds...
But then, suddenly, the heap began to stir!
A tiny head poked out from the center, taking in it's surroundings with large emerald eyes, and a curiousity usually found in puppies or kittens.
It was a child...
A child with way too much hair. Black and messy, with a tint of purple, that looked like it had never seen a pair of scissors. A child with a scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning etched into its forehead...
Nobody moved a muscle. They all knew what they *thought* they saw, but weren't quite sure whether they believed it.
The child, however, took no notice, as he struggled to untangle himself from the heap of over-sized clothes. This was indeed a very difficult task, not easily done by a three-year old, who also happened to be a bit small for his age.
The students, who were all standing crammed up against a wall, stared at him with shock and disbelief, unable to take their eyes off him. Suddenly, he sneezed, in a very cute child-like way, and everybody snapped out of the trance.
Lavender Brown was the first to speak. Although 'speak' might not be a very accurate description of what she did. "Harry?!!!" she shrieked, in her usual shrill voice, tightening her grip on Parvati Patil's robes.
"Well, er, that sure was unexpected..." Seamus Finnigan said meekly, scratching his neck thoughtfully.
"Malfoy?" Ron hissed softly, "what, praytell, did you put in that potion?" He had gotten a very dangerous expression on his freckly face. But before Malfoy could answer, Pansy Parkinson surprised them all by giggling. "Aww... Look how cute he is! Isn't he adorable?" The rest of the students quickly chimed in, and soon forgot all about the potion-explosion.
Draco Malfoy put on his usual trademark smirk and stepped boldly forward, kneeling down by the heap. The others followed him, careful to keep at a safe distance.
The little boy had long since given up on untangling himself, and decided it was much more entertaining to crawl through the clothes. Pointless perhaps, but fun, none the less. It was like a dark soft labyrinth.
But suddenly, the world was turned upside-down and he tumbled out of the dark tunnel and down onto the cold potion-stained floor.
Draco Malfoy threw the black robes carelessly aside, and stared curiously at the adorable little creature, who giggled excitedly and tugged a lock of his thick dark hair. He was wearing a pair of black boxers and a black T- shirt. Both were too big for him now, of course, but for some strange reason they hadn't fell off.
He looked at them with innocent curiousity, while playing idly with his hair.
"Cha-la-la-la" he said, looking very serious indeed.
Everybody laughed, even the Slytherins. The girls found they couldn't restrain themselves any longer, and sat down to cuddle with the adorable little boy. Though no one would admit it, especially not the Slytherins, they were all quite relieved to find Potter alive. A bit different perhaps, but alive.
Snape pinched the bridge of his over-sized nose and shook his head slowly. Of all the possible mistakes....! Why was it that he had to work with such imbesiles? Of course, he had been expecting it to happen. Oh yes, ever since the very first day he had gotten wind of it, he had known it could only lead to trouble...
It will come as surprise to none that this considered one of Hagrid's new pets...
He had gotten quite a few more over the summer, no less terrifying than the others, of course. It was a mystery how that man kept up with those *things* he called pets. And, judging by the looks of it, the mystery was not about to be solved anytime soon.
This time, one of them had somehow managed to turn one of the others into a canary. McGonagall had tried to transfigure it back to normal (though 'normal' might be a bit rich...!), but it seemed transfiguration was not the answer.
"And where do we turn when tranfiguration fails?" he muttered to himself, "let's try a potion! Let's go bug prof. Snape, shall we?"
He knew he had made a mistake, leaving his own house alone with the Gryffindors. But, mistake or not, it would be fun to see what kind of mess those little rascals had made this time. He was already looking forward to give Potter detention for.... ah, two weeks? Three?
He found the lack of screams slightly disappointing as he entered the dungeons But disappointment soon turned into surprise as he, slowly, aproached the door which lead to the potion-classroom and his ears caught the sweet sound of... laughter?!
Careful not to make a sound, he gave the door a gentle push, just enough to create a small gap, and peered trough it.
He wasn't quite sure what he'd expected. All he knew was that the sight that greeted him was not one of them...
The entire class, Gryffindors as well as Slytherins were gathered around Draco Malfoy. He was standing in the middle, with something that looked strangely like pride on his face, and something that looked strangely like a child in his arms.
Snape moisted his lips, straightened his robes and made a quiet entrée. He walked up to the teacher's desk and sat down behind it, with his hands neatly folded in front of him. Nobody noticed him, as they were too busy cuddling with the child Malfoy was holding.
It was a strange thing to see them like this...
Gryffindors and Slytherins together, laughing and smiling, forgetting all about their differences and their previous fights...
Such a strange thing...
He sighed slowly. This could be interesting...
He cleared his voice as loudly as he could manage, attempting to reclaim the attention which was rightfully his. He succeeded.
Silence spread trough the body of students like a fire through a dry lawn...
Their heads turned in unison, and he was pleased to see their terrified expressions, each one looking like a deer caught in the front lights.
"I have two questions," he said calmly. "One: where is Potter? And two: where does that child come from?"
Nobody spoke. They exchanged desperate looks. First they glanced at each other, then at the child, and then back to each other again. Obviously trying to come up with a really good excuse. Judging by the looks of it, this would have to be an exceptionally good one...
"Well," Snape said impatiently, "I'm waiting." The look on his face suggested that he might as well have added: 'people die when I have to wait...!'
Finally, Hermione Granger took an insecure step forward. "Umh... you see, professor, Neville's cauldron exploded, and the p-potion sort of..."
"Exploded..." Ron finished meekly. "Malfoy put something in it," he added quickly.
"And then Potter threw himself at Longbottom to save him, or something, and he got, like, all the potion in his mouth!" said Pansy Parkinson. "He probably swallowed half of it."
"And then he sort of disappeared," Lavender Brown chimed in, "only, he didn't. He was there all the time, inside his clothes."
"He was, was he?" said Snape in mock facination.
"Yes, and when Draco turned the robes upside-down, *this* fell out," Blaise Zabini finished, pointing a thumb at the little boy. "We, er, believe it's Potter."
Little Harry Potter, however, remained oblivious to everything that was happening around him. He was a bit curious at this new creature at first, but soon lost interest in it.
"Dwayco Maphoy!" he said happily and clapped his little hands.
Draco's eyes widened, and his face brightened up like a sun when the dark clouds withdraw. Every thought of Snape, as well as the fact that this was really all his fault, vanished from his mind.
"He said my name..." he whispered in disbelief. "Hey, hey, hey, he said my name!" Quicker than you could blink and say 'cookie' everybody's attention was once again directed at the child. "Come on, make him say it again!"
"Dwayco Maphoy," said Harry, and glanced at his audience with large innocent eyes.
"There, there! Did you hear that?! He said my name!" Draco looked like he had just been granted all the treasures in the world. The students clapped excitedly and began to talk in equally excited voices all at once, so that noone could actually hear what anyone was saying.
"Enough!" Snape shouted. Everybody stopped talking at the same time.
"I'm going to have to take 'Potter' to the hospital wing, to see if we can fix this up. In the meantime, I want you to clean up this mess," he made a swishing hand motion towards the potion-stained floor.
"Dwayco Maphoy!" Harry said, and giggled happily, while tugging his hair.
Authors note: so what do you think?
