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Little Mischievous Baby Dragon
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the back of the draughty potions class room, taking notes, while Snape droned on and on about an age reducing potions.
Snape said, "You will become younger according to the amount of potion you digest. You only need to drink one phial to reduce your age by two years."
Then he added "The main and most important thing you should remember is to never, and I mean never, take the finished results of your potion with food or drink."
He warned "The results are not at all desirable in the least. To cut a long lecture short, I guarantee that you will lose hell of a lot more than two years from your original age."
He added scathingly "And to make certain that none of you incapable idiots do take the potion without food or drink. Remember this and this alone; there is no way to reverse the effects immediately."
He added at their looks of horror "You will have to wait until the potion's effects runs its course and is out of your system, which will take exactly six weeks."
He finished with a sigh of annoyance, that only Snape could show whilst teaching any other of the houses that weren't Slytherin. "Now get on with it, all of you. The ingredients and instructions are written on the board. You all have an hour to complete your potion."
In the back row, both Harry and Ron were grinning mischievously at each other. Hermione was far too engrossed in arranging the potion ingredients, to notice her two best friends plotting against a certain cruel blonde gorgeous Slytherin, who resided on the other side of the dungeons.
Ron muttered to Harry "Look at ferret face drinking out of that bloody flask. He thinks that just because we're in potions, and he's Snape's favourite pet, that he can break the bloody rules."
Harry grinned, as he watched Malfoy place the flask on the empty chair beside him without replacing the top. Harry beckoned Ron closer and whispered "I got the best idea. How do you think Malfoy would like to spend six long weeks as a baby?" Ron snickered gleefully.
Fifty five minutes later, nearly everyone had completed their potions. Ron snuck over to Malfoy's still open flask, while Malfoy was talking to Snape at his desk.
He had his back turned to every one. Crabbe and Goyle were asleep and snoring so no one was looking or any the wiser. Ron had a small phial of the finished age reducing potion in his hand.
He quickly checked to see if any one was looking, before tipping the entire contents of the vile into the open flask. He quickly walked back to his seat, before any one had even realized that he had in fact left it. Harry whispered "Did you do it?" Ron grinned and nodded "yes."
Harry and Ron watched and stifled their laughter, as Malfoy made his way back to his seat. It was only when Malfoy brought the flask to his lips and Hermione took in the overly excited expressions on Harry and Ron's faces, that she actually realised that the two of them were up to something, and something disastrous.
Suddenly, a startled cry came from over near the Slytherin side of the dungeons. Everyone turned to see Malfoy slowly shrinking with a horrified expression upon his face.
The flask that was still grasped in his hand had fallen to the stone floor of the dungeons, echoing loudly as it hit the stone floor. Every one gasped in shock, when, after a few seconds, all that remained was a pile of large black Hogwarts school robes.
Everyone leaned forwards to get a closer look when they saw a tiny lump moving around in the large black robes. Within seconds, a small head of soft white blonde hair peeked out over the top of the pile of robes.
The room erupted into howls of laughter, when tiny little hands started to wave at everyone. Draco Malfoy was now a sweet little one year old, instead of a seventeen year old.
Harry and Ron gulped, as they took in the sight before them. They were starting to realise the huge mistake they had made, and the amount of trouble that they were undoubtedly in.
Snape rushed up towards the back of the dungeons with his large black robes bellowing behind him. He stopped dead in his tracks when he took in the sight before him. It was a sight that he had not seen in seventeen years. After all he was Draco's godfather.
"Who is responsible for this!?" his anger raging across the dungeons. No one answered, and after a few moments, Snape repeated "Who is responsible for this?" He still got no answer. By now he was starting to seriously lose his patience; not that he had any to begin with.
He said, "Fine, have it your way, but if no one speaks up right this minute, I will keep every one of you back until dinner time, and on top of that I will give each of you a months worth of detentions."
Harry couldn't give two shits about any members of the Slytherin house. It was his own house that he was worried about, so he decided to confess. He knew that if Snape found out that it was Ron who spiked Malfoy's flask, he would undoubtedly be expelled. He had far too many pranks under his belt, especially against Malfoy in particular.
Harry cleared his throat and said, "It was me professor. I was the one who spiked Malfoy's flask." Snape turned on Harry with an expression of utter loathing and distaste.
"I see, Mr. Potter" was Snape's cold toned reply. "And your reason for spiking Mr. Malfoy's flask would be? Especially after you and every one else in this room had just been given ample warning about an hour ago about the consequences of what you have just done."
He sighed irritably and said, "Alright then, in that case I want every one to fill a small phial with your potion. All accept you Mr. Potter. I want you to come and pick up Mr. Malfoy and take him up to the headmaster's office. He shall decide what is to be done."
He added "If I were you Potter, I would indeed brace your self for six long weeks of changing nappies and taking care of Mr. Malfoy. Because if I know the headmaster as well as I suspect I do, that will be exactly the punishment that will bestowed upon you."
Then he then concluded "If it were up to me, I would be expelling you and putting you on the next train out of Hogsmead, but as it is, it unfortunately is not my decision to make."
Harry nodded. He then packed all of his belongings, put them into his bag, and tossed it over his left shoulder. He then walked slowly over towards Draco, who was sitting on the floor, still wrapped in the over sized robes.
When Harry approached him, he sat there for a moment with his little head of blonde white hair cocked to one side, as if he was in thought. He seemed to be thinking 'Should I trust him not to drop me?'
Harry bent down slightly, before leaning forwards and then gently as possible, scooped Draco up into his arms. He wrapped the over sized robes all the way around Draco's body, until he was fully covered.
There was no way he was allowing Malfoy to get the flu. Not that he cared of course; it was just that there was always the senior Malfoy, who could do him some very unpleasant damage. Lucius Malfoy, guess you could say he was still somewhat pissed over the fact Harry had defeated Voldemort at the end of last year.
Harry looked at Malfoy. He hated to admit it, but Malfoy was a drop dead gorgeous baby. His eyes promptly went as wide as saucers, when Malfoy started to gurgle happily and snuggled closely against Harry's chest.
He wrapped his tiny arms around Harry's neck and smiled sweetly up at Harry. But what made Harry's eyes widen like saucers, was the fact that baby Draco's eyes and expression, as he looked up at Harry, was full of nothing but complete pure adoration and love.
Harry nearly passed out from the sheer shock when Malfoy chirped "you're mine, awl mine, always."