Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry wouldn't have married Ginerva. And I would be rich.
Summary: What happens when Draco Malfoy is unexpectedly turned into a toddler? Who will have to look after him?
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Severus/Sirius, Ron/Blaise, Hermione/Pansy.
Warnings: Slash, hot mansex in later chapters, femslash, lots of swearing and, of course, adorableness.
A/N: Hullo, my dear reader (s) (as I hope there will be more than one). This is (sort of) my first Harry Potter fanfic (on this site). I encourage flames and crits, as well as praise.
Big or Little?
Chapter One: A Rather Big Little Problem
Harry stared at Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, current headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in complete shock.
"You want me to what?" he breathed, eyes growing wide and his mouth hanging open.
"I believe you heard what I said, my boy." The man replied, his eyes twinkling madly.
Harry's eyes hazed over as he replayed what had happened not even an hour ago.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" A tired Harry asked, wiping his face with his sleeve. He was currently hiding under the stairs in what he thought was a good hiding place, though he was obviously wrong, seeing as his worst in-school enemy had found him, crying his eyes out.
"Oh, nothing, just wondering what happened to make Britain's own Boy-Who-Killed-The-Dark-Lord cry like a little baby." Malfoy sneered, eyes narrowing at the short boy in front of him.
"None of your business, Malfoy. Get lost."
"You know, I don't think I will. I quite enjoy seeing the Golden Boy crying like the little baby he is."
"I'll show you baby, you insignificant little COWARD!" Harry screamed, whipping out his wand and sending a hex at Malfoy, who easily dodged it.
"Is that all you've got? Makes me wonder just how the hell you managed to kill the Dark Lord." Malfoy sneered, sending a hex at Potter. They duelled for a while, each hex becoming stronger and stronger. About 5 minutes in, one of Malfoy's spells was knocked back at him as it bounced off of Harry's shields. He didn't have enough time to duck or erect a shield, and as the spell hit him, a blinding red light filled the stairwell, causing Harry to fall back, covering his eyes.
When the light faded away, and Harry thought it was safe, he sat up, looking around for Malfoy. He didn't see him, and just when Harry was beginning to think that the other boy had either been transported, or had run away like the coward he was, he noticed a bundle of robes on the floor where Malfoy had been.
Harry cautiously walked towards the bundle, his wand at the ready. When he was only a few feet away from it, he reached out and poked it with his wand, and jumped back when he heard a squeak. He stared at the bundle, gathering his wits, before poking it again. This time, there was a tiny muffled "ow!" before a small head of blond hair emerged. Impossibly wide gray eyes stared at him.
"Who you?" the little boy asked, not blinking for even a second.
"I…I'm…well…you don't know me?" Harry stammered, staring at the little boy in front of him. The little boy said nothing, only staring at him more intensely.
"Well…I'm Harry Potter. Who are you?" Harry asked, already having an idea of who the little boy in front of him was.
"Hawwy…I wike dat name. I'm Dwaco Mawfoy." The little boy beamed up at him, holding out a tiny hand. Without thinking, Harry reached forward and shook his hand, still staring at the little boy.
"Do you mind me asking, how old are you?" He said as little Malfoy stood up, stumbling over the billowing robes that, it seemed, hadn't shrink with Malfoy.
"I'b five!" the little Malfoy said, proudly displaying four fingers, before giving his hand a confused look and holding up another finger.
It was only then that reality sunk in for Harry. Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit! What the hell am I going to do? Dumbledore! He'll know! Harry thought, smiling triumphantly. He looked down at the tiny Malfoy, who barely reached his knees, before saying "Come on, Malfoy, we're going to go visit Dumbledore."
"No!" little Malfoy yelled, looking up at Harry. "Dun call me dat!"
"Call you what? Malfoy? Why? That's your name after all." Harry said, staring at the little boy who seemed rather scared.
"Dat bad man cawws me Mawfoy. I dun wike it. I dun wike him." Little Malfoy said, staring up at Harry with pure, innocent fear dancing in his large gray eyes.
"What bad man, Mal-er, Draco?" Harry asked, kneeling in front of the boy.
"Da bad man who comes evwe week. He's weeeeally big, an' he aways twies to huwt me." The little boy had begun shaking now and he stared at the floor.
"Ok, Draco, I won't call you Malfoy anymore. Now, come on. We've got to go see Dumbledore." He started to walk away when he heard cries of protests. He turned around to see little Draco looking slightly distressed. It was then that he realized the five-year-old boy was still in his eighteen-year-old clothes. He sighed, and grumbled something not entirely polite, before walking over to the little Malfoy and picking him up. He settled him on his hip and started to make his way towards Dumbledore's office.
He returned to the present as the headmaster's door was rudely banged open by one Professor Severus Snape.
"What have you done now?" the enraged man yelled, storming over to Harry and glaring down at him, failing to notice the trembling blond bundle that had jumped into Harry's arms as soon as the door had banged open.
"I swear, Professor, I didn't…I didn't…I don't even know what happened." Harry told Snape everything exactly as he had told Dumbledore. When he finished, Snape look at Dumbledore.
"Do you have any clue as to what the spell might have been?" Snape asked.
"Unfortunately, no, I do not. I will, however, look into it. In the meantime, I have found a suitable guardian for our little Draco." He gestured towards Harry, who was currently trying to get a protesting Draco to loosen his grip on his hair.
"No! Dun make me! I'b scawed!" Little Draco protested, becoming more and more distressed with every word.
"Why are you scared? I doubt even Snape could hurt a kid." He said, earning a glare from the Professor. "So…I'm going to be looking after him? For how long?" he asked.
"We don't know. However long it takes."
Harry sighed, looking down at the boy in his lap, who was currently burying his face in Harry's chest.
This was going to be a long school year.