I had to write this fanfic! The plot-bunnies were relentlessly attacking me! They kidnapped me and tortured me for several days until I promised them that I would write this! *turns around and sees the plot bunnies holding a whip* *sweatdrop* HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!

Summary: Harry was born with a disorder called Dyspraxia. Because of this, his parents are a little over-protective of him and don't let him out of their sight much. Until one day at the age of 16, when he enters a bookstore and meets a boy by the name of Draco Malfoy. Modern!AU

NOTE: This is an AU so everyone is alive (though there is no Sirius/Remus sorry to disappoint) and there is no Voldemort or magic.

Warnings: Slash boy/boy (later on), bullying, OCness, bad grammar/spelling (I have no Beta so review/PM me any mistakes so that I can fix them)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter! Or this disorder! (I googled it so if I got something wrong about it I apologize I don't have this disorder nor do I know someone that has this disorder) I am NOT a doctor! And I am NOT trying to make light of this disorder! I only own this plot (and if there is someone out there that has a similar plot I am deeply sorry! I did not intentionally steal from you)

Dyspraxia

"Harry!" Lilly Potter cries as she rushes over to her eighteen month old child. "Sweetie, are you alright?" She asked him and when there was no immediate discomfort shown on his face she released a breath of air. "You need to be a little more careful mister! You're just like your father, always giving me heart attacks." She said with a bit of a chuckle removing the wooden block from within Harry's tiny hand.

When Lilly had gone looking for her baby, she had found Harry playing with his wooden block set, or at least that's what he was doing before she saw him grab one of the blocks and start to hit himself with it. Since she was new to being a mother she was a little antsy about what Harry was doing especially when James and her found out that that she couldn't have any more children. She didn't need any more children though, all she wanted and needed was her Harry. She didn't know too much about how a baby's mind worked but she did know that with the infants' "soft spot,*" that she had to stop him before anything disastrous could happen.

"Oh yes! That reminds me," Lilly said, she looked down at her precious baby boy with adoration, "it's time to eat some lunch, Har-Bear." She giggled at her own little nickname for him and started to take him down the stairs to the kitchen where her husband, James Potter, was already waiting for them.

When Lilly entered the room James went over, pecked her on the lips and took Harry from her so that she could put the finishing touches to the meal. "Hey there big guy! How are you doing today, huh? Are you hungry?" James cooed to Harry. To anyone that knew James they would be shocked. Everyone that knew James thought that he was a serious guy and normally James was. But he couldn't help himself with Harry; Harry was his pride and joy. He would risk his life for his son—and wife too of course!

"So honey, what are we having for lunch today?" James said towards his wife but was keeping his attention on his son by tickling his sides. He really did love the laughter Harry made, no matter how bad a day had been, once he heard Harry angelic laughter he smiled and laughed too.

"We are having chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, green peas, and cottage cheese." She said smiling over her shoulder enjoying the scene of her two most precious people. "Okay you boys! It's time to eat!" She said. James sat Harry in his high chair and got his and his wife's plate ready while she got Harry's ready. "Here you go Har-Bear." She set down the plate that had mashed potatoes and peas mixed together on it.

"I wonder when Harry will speak his first word!" James started to speak excitedly. "You know I googled that kids normally start around their eighteenth month!"

"I don't know Sweetie. But all we can do is try and wait patiently. Harry will start to talk when he is ready." Lilly reply calmly. Of course she was also excited and wondered when her Harry would start to say "mama" and "dada" but she had had this conversion multiple times already with her husband and getting excited about it would not speed up the process or help her husband's excitement—which is what she was truly trying to avoid. Once he got started he never stopped.

"I know. It's just that Harry is already starting to walk!" James said and Lilly could almost see the sparkles in his eyes. "He skipped the crawling stage; he's a fast learner just like his old man! I'm sure he'll start to talk in no time!" Lilly was about to respond and calm her husband down before it was too late when a cry rang out and they both turned towards Harry, wondering what was wrong.

What they saw was surprising, Harry was covered in mashed potatoes and peas. In fact, he was so covered in his food that it almost looked as if he didn't eat any of it. Then it clicked in Lilly's mind, "Oh!" James turned towards her, "What?" he asked her. Lilly smiled and stood up, she went over to Harry's high-chair and bent down so that she was at his level. Harry stopped crying for a second and then started to cry even louder than before. Out of the corner of her eye, Lilly could see James flinch slighting from the noise.

Lilly though undeterred, stuck her pinkie finger into a small puddle of mashed potatoes that was left on the plate and brought it up to his face, "Say Ahhhh." Harry stared at her for a second and then slowly stopped crying and Lilly put the finger in his mouth. She could fell Harry start to suck on his finger and then once it was clean he started to cry again. "I thought so." She repeated the action several more times. "James, Sweetie. Could you be a doll and grab me another serving of mashed potatoes and peas please?" She smiled over to him. He did as she asked.

"Is he that hungry?" He asked.

She laughed at his question, "It's kind of hard not to be when he kept missing his mouth. Looks like he still needs some help eating." She said with a heart-warming smile. She was glad that she could still baby feed Harry for a little longer.

After finishing the meal and washing everything they heading towards the family room to spend some time together. They played a small game of hide-and-seek and tag. It was when they were playing that both parents realized that something was off about Harry. He would stumble and fall over seemingly nothing.

"Do you think that something is wrong?" Lilly asked worriedly.

"No, I'm sure that it is just because he is still learning. He'll grow out of it," James wrapped his arms around his wife, "I promise."

Though months did pass, it didn't get any better. Harry was now two years old. He kept falling over his own feet and when he would fall his arms were always late to catch him, he was still having some trouble eating without help and he was still having problems speaking. They thought that it might be over-reacting to go to a doctor's office, but they couldn't stop their uneasiness. They agreed that it would be better to get an "OK" from the doctor than worrying and stressing over nothing. And so with that thought in mind, they packed Harry and some snacks in case he got hungry and left for the doctor's office.

On the way there, James noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lilly looked nervous and even though he too was slightly nervous he had to help calm his beautiful wife down. He reached over and grabbed her hand while keeping his eyes on the road, "Don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing serious." When he glanced back over and saw her disbelieving look he added half-heartedly, "He probably just needs glasses like I did."

~DOCTOR'S~OFFICE~

"Mr. Harry Potter." The nurse said, she waited as James and Lilly gather their stuff and showed them to a room to wait for the doctor. They waited for about ten minutes before a middle-aged woman walked through the door. She had sandy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes and had a nice and friendly smile, making her a fairly popular doctor with the kids.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, I presume?" She asked. When they nodded their heads. She said, "I'm Doctor Eliza Troy, what can I do for you," she looked down at her clipboard, "and young Harry here today?"

"Well, you see." Lilly started off, a little embarrassed about what they came here for.

"We are new parents and are worried about our only son." James finished for his wife.

"Ah. Yes. I understand, it's completely normally for new parents to worry about their children. Don't worry you aren't the first couple that I've had in here worrying." Lilly looked down at Harry and smiled, her embarrassment washing away. "So what is it you two are worrying about?" She pulled out a pen and pulled her clipboard up, positioned and ready to write whatever she needed.

"Well," James trailed off not knowing where to start.

"Harry is two years old and he hasn't spoken his first word yet." Lilly supplied. Doctor Troy look over at Lilly, "It's starting to worry me."

"Yes, it is a little odd that Harry hasn't started to start talking yet." She wrote something down on her clipboard, "Is there anything else that you've noticed?" She asked.

"Well," Lilly looked over to her husband and when he nodded for her to continue on she said, "we aren't sure if this is normal or not but Harry has also been having trouble staying upright. He stumbles and falls over and it never falls to give me a heart attack." Lilly looked downed at Harry. When he noticed his mother looking at him he started to smile and giggle, and talking in baby talk; Lilly smiled.

"Also, he is having trouble eating without us. We are still having to help feed him." James added. Throughout this Doctor Troy had been making notes, but the last one caught her attention.

"What do you mean you still have to feed him?" She asked them.

"Well, I'm sure it normal for a baby not to be able to eat without making a mess but when Harry seems to try and eat it just…seems like it never reaches his mouth." Lilly said looking back up.

"Hmm." Doctor Troy made another note on her clipboard and seemed to be thinking of something. "Well, some of those things, Harry seems to be behind on yes. But I'm afraid that it's still too early to tell if there is something wrong." She looked at both the parents. "I know you are both very worried for your son but each child develops at different ages. If Harry still hasn't improved these or has gotten worse at the age of five—before he starts Kindergarten, please come back so we can give him a check-up. I am really sorry that I am unable to fully relieve your worries but if I did a test on Harry now, we could come up with false results. It's better to wait." Doctor Troy finished.

Eliza's heart clinched painfully, it always broke her heart when she was unable to help children and their parents. All she wanted to do was help them. That was one of the reasons she became a pediatrician. When her younger sister died at a young age of seven she wanted to become a doctor and help young children and their parents battle sickness and prevail.

Lilly and James looked at each other and felt a little hopeless. They looked down at their still smiling son and knew that the doctor was right and that all they could do was wait.

~TWO~YEARS~LATER

Harry had just turned four in July and was going to be starting Pre-K in the fall. Lilly and James were still a little worried about letting Harry go, but Harry was starting to get better. He was able to speak now—saying his first word—ball-at the age of twenty-nine months old. Both Lilly and James had been relieved that Harry had finally said his first word and they took turns teaching him and getting him to speak more words. He spoke okay for a child his age. Though he couldn't get more than five words out before he had to pause. He had gotten better at walking, although he would still occasionally stumble over something. He was able to eat a little better though it was hard for him to use spoons and forks; he would rather eat with his fingers.

They went school shopping with Harry, even if they were a little nervous about Harry "leaving the nest" so to speak, it didn't mean that they weren't excited about spoiling him with new items. They bought him his school supplies and then went shopping for new clothes. But when they were trying on several different articles of clothing, it seemed that Harry didn't like any of them. He said that it was too tight and itchy. So they went a size up and changed fabric from satin to silk. Harry was still complaining a little but said that it was better.

Lilly and James didn't know what to think about getting Harry silken clothes for Pre-K. Sure they could afford it with Lilly being a lawyer (she had taken the first eight months off after Harry was born to be with him and was now back at work) but they thought that Harry was a little young to be getting high-end clothes. In the end though they decided that Harry's comfort was worth it and got him several different outfits that were made of silk. They went to a family-friendly restaurant and ate lunch. After they were done they all headed home.

Two weeks passed by quickly for the Potter family and it was soon the first day of Pre-K for Harry. "You be a good boy for mommy and daddy, okay?" Lilly smile while tying her son's shoes.

"He'll do fine, Honey." James said to Lilly, "Won't you, sport?" James smiled.

Harry smiled and said, "Yes!"

"That's my boy!" James cried and gently put his hand on his son's shoulder, not wanting to spook him. During the past several years, Lilly and James noticed that Harry was a little skittish and got easily scared when someone would come up from behind him or a loud noise went off.

James was taking his son to school for Lilly had to get ready to go and see a client. He glanced over and saw Harry staring out the window, both of his hands in tight fists. "Are you nervous?" James asked.

It seemed to shock Harry out of whatever he was thinking as he looked at his dad, "A little." James nodded his head in understanding. He expected this since his son had not been around very many people, the only ones he was around all the time were his parents. "Going to be…..lot of people?" Harry mumbled out.

"Hmmm. Yeah, there is going to people there. There is going to be a grown-up there—like mommy and daddy—he's the teacher. And then there are going to be lots of little kids that are going to be your age—those are your classmates." James said, he spared another glance over at his son and saw that he still looked a little nervous. He was going to try and work down his nerves but they were getting close to the school now. "Hey. Don't worry about it, alright? You will do just fine. I know it." James said pulling the car over to the curb and giving his son a light squeeze. "Have a great day kiddo!" James said to his son as he got out of the car and started to head towards class—James was a little worried about Harry getting lost but he pushed the thought away. Lilly and him took Harry on Open House to help him find the room.

Harry was walking to class repeating the directions to his classroom over and over in his mind until his saw something that caught his eye. He turned and saw a pretty, blue butterfly. He started after it, completely forgetting his mission to the classroom. He chased and played with the butterfly and that is how the teacher found him.

Harry was not liking school at all. After the teacher had found him and brought him to his classroom he had gotten a scolding. Which was not what was upsetting him, he was used to those but he teacher had grabbed his arms and forced Harry to look at him, it really hurt his arms. He told the teacher that he was hurting him but the teacher called him a liar, he wasn't a liar it really did hurt! Then during color-time. He was making a picture for mommy and daddy. He was really proud of it until someone came out of nowhere and covered his eyes. He screamed; he was scared. Then the hands disappeared and Harry noticed that his picture was ruined. Someone had drawn all over it in black crayon. He started to cry. He got in trouble again cause he screamed, teacher said that he shouldn't scream for no reason.

But finally the teacher said that the day was about over so we should start to clean up. Once everything was put away Harry returned to his seat and waited for the teacher to dismiss them. When suddenly a loud noise pierced the air. Harry put his hands over his ears but the noise still got through. Harry started to scream and crying anything to get the horrible noise that would never end out of his head. Once the noise stopped everyone started to head towards the door, Harry saw this and thought that the noise signaled something evil was going to happen. Harry gasped, maybe a monster was coming to eat them. Harry grabbed his things and started to head towards the door too until the teacher stopped him and said that he should wait.

Harry started to struggle with the teacher, he didn't want to be eaten by the monster but the teacher wouldn't let him go. Harry started to cry again, he wanted to tell the teacher and warn him about the monster coming to eat them. That they had to get away quickly but all he managed to get out was, "Monster!...Monster!" After a while Harry saw his mom and dad and ran towards them, the teacher having let him go. Lilly pick Harry up and set him on her hip. Harry tried to warn them that they had to get away before it was too late, "Monster coming….need to leave now!" Harry said, both Lilly and James looked at each confused as to what their son meant but when they looked at the teacher they follow him back to the classroom. Harry started to struggle again—though less than before since he was getting tired now—why were they going back to the room! The monster was going to get them.

"Harry sweetie, calm down. Everything's fine." Lilly whispered in Harry's ear, running her hand gently through Harry's hair; which in turn started to make Harry relax, soon making him fall asleep.

The teacher was sitting behind his desk watching this take place, "Yes, well. Thank you for coming. My name is Mr. Kane." The teacher named Mr. Kane said to the two parents. Lilly and James looked back over to the teacher, "What is this about?" James voiced for both him and his wife.

"Well, it concerns Harry. He had several mishaps today." The teacher said.

"Well, it's the first day of school. There's bound to be something to go wrong." James jumped in and then flush slightly at the pointed stare Mr. Kane gave him.

"I'm aware of this, Mr. Potter. But with young Harry here, I don't know if I can handle his needs."

"Needs?" Lilly piped up, "What do you mean?"

"Well to start off I had to go and look for your son this morning. I found him playing outside five minutes after school had begun. He has also been having screaming and crying fits throughout the day. He couldn't sit still for five minutes, he had to get up and wonder around no matter how many times I had to tell him to still put. It was driving me bonkers, and to top it off, he has called me a monster! Several times might I add, I don't particularly like being called a monster." Mr. Kane ranted, he took a deep breath to calm himself back down. "I'm sure he's not that bad, but I can't and won't take care of him. He's too much of a handful." Seeing that they were going to argue Mr. Kane added, "That's all, have a good day." And with that James and Lilly picked their son's belonging and headed towards the door. As they were driving home with a still sleeping Harry, Lilly and James agreed that it was time to get Harry to Doctor Troy again.

~DOCTOR'S~OFFICE~

Doctor Troy walked into the room and smiled at the family of three that she had been seeing since Harry was young. "How are you doing today Harry?" She asked. Harry smile tentatively giving a small wave. Doctor Troy immediately knew something was wrong, Harry was usually very happy to see her. She turned towards Lilly and James, "Routine check-up?" She asked.

"Um. Actually can you do another test? Harry has been getting better and we are so proud of him but there are still some things that worry us." James said looking down at Harry. Harry had falling back to sleep in his lap.

"Sure." Doctor Troy said, "Just need to get Harry up and then we can start." James gently rubs Harry's shoulder and whispers for him to wake up. Once he was awake, Doctor Troy took Harry and they left to perform the test. An hour later, Doctor Troy and Harry comes back in, he immediately runs over to his parents. He looked a little scared and his eyes were a little red. James and Lilly look up at Doctor Troy for an explanation of what happened and the results of the test.

"Before I say anything, we did several different test on him, including a hand-eye coordination, motor skills, and few others." Doctor Troy paused, "From what I gathered I think I now know that Harry has a disorder."

"A disorder?" Lilly echoed, "Like ADHD?" She knew there were many others out in the world but that was the only one her shocked brain could come up with at the moment.

"Yes like ADHD, though little Harry here doesn't have ADHD." Doctor Troy said.

"Well what does he have?" James asked, already starting to worry if they were going to be okay parents and be able to take care of their darling son's need and wants.

"He has a disorder call, Dyspraxia." Doctor Troy said, noticing the confused and questioning looks on the parent's faces she continued to explain what that was. "Dyspraxia is usually a Developmental Coordination Disorder or DCD. Meaning that Harry is going to experience trouble in fine motor skills such as using scissors, holding a pencil, fork, spoon, or knife. He will still have problems with stumbling, and his speech is also going to be affected. That's all I know though, I'm afraid I don't specialize, so to know more you will have to research it." They exchanged their thank yous and good-byes and left for home.

James and Lilly were nervous what if they couldn't take care of Harry well enough, what if they hadn't been taken care of his needs in the past. Worrying thoughts swirled around in Lilly's and James' mind, as the Potter family was lying in bed. But there was nothing they could do about it until the next day, and with that thought in mind they somehow drifted off into a light sleep.

~TO~BE~CONTINUED~

*A baby's soft spot is a "hole" in their skull that flexes and allows the baby to pass through the birth canal. It usually closes over by the end of the 18th month, but in this case I made it to where Lilly doesn't necessarily know that.

AUTHOR NOTE: I don't think I made this very clear (I know I didn't make this very clear and I apologize) but even though in this fanfic Harry is going to have difficulty speaking he is still able to think and understand perfectly fine depending on how old he is. Example: if Harry is ten then he was think and understand things like a normal ten year old but he would have problems speaking and voicing his opinion unlike a normal ten year old. I hope that makes sense to everyone, if not feel free to PM me or leave a review with their question.

Feel free to give me some constructive criticism.

Hope you enjoyed it!