**Author's Notes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. They belong to my Queen, J. K. Rowling.

Summary: Harry is going out for a midnight stroll when he finds a…four year old Draco?

Warnings: None in this chapter.

Okay so this is my first fic that I am posting. Please don't kill me. I'll try better. Please R&R.

The Second Great War is over. Harry defeated Voldemort. All the happy good stuff.

HELLO! Yes I am alive. I just wanted update you guys and say sorry for like...abandoning this fic but I'm coming back! I'm going to be redoing the chapters because I really hate them and hopefully I will make them better. I love you guys!**

Chapter 1: The Pain

Draco cursed angrily as he trudged lethargically down the corridor. Damn Potter and his stupid Gryffindor self. How dare he get in trouble for something that was completely that buffoon's fault? It wasn't Draco's fault that Potter couldn't control his temper. So what, if Draco said something degrading in front of the tosser? Didn't mean that Potter had to attack him like a mad man. The insult wasn't even directed towards the twat! Draco sneered as he rounded the corner, his wand held out in front of him. Now Draco was stuck with patrolling the corridors til midnight all because of that little cunt. "Fucking Potter and his martyr self," Draco grumbled as he stomped up the cold stone steps. He slowed when he reached the seventh corridor. The wall never looked the same after the fire, the fire that Crabbe started, the fire that killed him. Draco shivered as the terrible memories of that night began to take over him. "No no no," Draco mumbled as he quickened his steps away from the deadly memories. He stopped when he felt that he was far away enough.

He sighed and leaned against the cold wall. He was so tired...just so tired. He hadn't gotten the best of sleep lately with his nightmares and now, midnight patrol? Draco was going to go insane from the lack of sleep. He rubbed his tired eyes before continuing his patrol. Draco was almost to the end of his patrol; he was almost home free and then Potter would take over for his part of the punishment when everything fell to bits. He was nearing the Slytherin commons when he heard a cloak rustle behind him. "Who's there?" Draco demanded, whipping around with his wand pointed at the sound.

Silence.

"I must be going crazy," Draco said, his eyes locked on where he thought the sound came from. The war had made him cautious of anything and everything that made noise at night.

Still silence.

"I must be getting paranoid," Draco said lightly, tucking his wand into his pocket before moving with a purpose towards the common room again. "Must be from the lack of sleep. Nothing I can do about this but-" Draco convulsed as the spell hit him, knocking the wind out of him. He tumbled to the ground with a thump, landing painfully on the hard floor. "Ow-fuck-damn-bloody," Draco winced as he carefully peeled himself from the stone floor. He quickly checked for bruises and scrapes; his hands and his knees seemed to take the worse of the fall. "Ouch-" Draco gasped as pain rippled through his body. "What the?" Draco gasped again as the pain flooded him again. He felt as if his body was set on fire. He clawed at his clothes, nearly tearing his new cloak in half. His vision swam as the pain continued to rack his body, leaving him helpless. Draco groaned as he blacked out, the floor swinging up to hit his head as he fell unconscious. 'This is all Potter's fault.' Draco's last thought was. 'All. Potter's. Fault.'

**So yeah! I hope you guys like the new version of this! Please review if you do. I'm going to work on the other chapters so I might update a new one soon! I love you guys3**