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Chapter 1 – The Breakfast Incident
While it would probably never make it into Hogwarts - A History, it would definitely be remembered forever more by everyone attending Hogwarts at the time.
The two most drool-worthy guys in the school, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, were exiting the Great Hall after breakfast, heads almost touching as they whispered whatever cunning plan they were concocting to make the Gryffindors miserable. They were seemingly oblivious to all the female, and many male, eyes stalking them with desire. They were two boys who most students had held a crush for at some point in the last few years given their wealth, looks, rumoured generosity in and out of bed, and their magical and political power. However, while neither had girlfriends, they had never showed interest in any of the offers they received from the watching students over the past few years. This lack of interest was declared a heartbreaking fact in the girls' lavatory, as this was the duo's final year at Hogwarts.
It was just as the two arrived at the exit that the doors swung open with a crack, knocking a surprised Blaise to the floor.
An excited Neville Longbottom (probably not long for the world after this incident) entered from the other side, holding a smoking potion in one hand and a strange plant in the other. Not paying any attention to his surroundings in his joy of making a successful potion, Longbottom promptly stumbled on Blaise and dropped the concoction onto the Slytherin.
A loud hiss sounded and smoke filled the room, however, a wave of Dumbledore's wand from the head table had the air clearing quickly.
Gasps filled the hall.
Blaise was four years old. Draco stared wide-eyed at Blaise then swung towards Longbottom.
"What the fuck have you done?" Draco snarled.
Longbottom let out a strangled eek, stumbling backwards from the approaching, enraged blond.
"What were you carrying you, incompetent moron?" Draco asked, lava seemed to spit from his usually steel eyes.
"P-p-please d-don't hurt me!"
"Mr. Longbottom, fifty points from Gryffindor for carrying a clearly dangerous concoction outside the potions laboratory and for attacking another student. I suggest you answer that question," Professor Snape drawled, placing a restraining hand on Draco's shoulder which was immediately shrugged off.
"A..a…a Reversion Potion and Hellibus Weed, P-pro-fess-sor. I wanted to revert the p-plant into its s-seed," Longbottom whimpered. Draco cursed; Blaise's body and memories would be that of his true four year old self, he wasn't just de-aged, and this would take time to fix unless the Potions Professor had some antidote already made. Fortunately, the damnable plant would not worsen this particular potion.
"Now Severus I'm sure he didn't intentionally do this," Headmaster Dumbledore said as he approached from the head table.
"He did not have permission to make that particular potion. If I had know he would be attempting to I would have brewed an antidote, given his ineptness at everything."
"Now, now, Severus, surely you exaggerate. And it seems we will have a young Mr Zabini until the antidote is prepared – how exciting! I do like having young ones at Hogwarts. Will the antidote take long to prepare?"
"Thirty-six hours, Headmaster," Severus scowled.
A child's cry interrupted the debate, and they all swivelled back towards Blaise who was now struggling to get out of Hermione Granger's arms. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were standing with Hermione cooing at the child with greedy eyes as they whispered that he would surely date them when he was back to normal after spending a day and a half with them.
"Don't worry, we will look after Blaise, Professor Dumbledore," came the prissy voice belonging to Hermione as she struggled to contain Blaise.
"What do you think you're doing?" snapped Draco rhetorically at Hermione. Holding out his arms, he said, "You're not looking after him! Give him to me now."
"Not likely, ferret, he wouldn't want to be anywhere near you. Look, you're scaring him," Hermione lectured as she rubbed a possessive hand up Blaise's arm. Draco snarled at the action.
"Oh, I think it's more being touched by a mudblood that he doesn't like," Draco returned.
"Ten points from Slytherin for inappropriate language, Mr. Malfoy," Headmaster Dumbledore scolded.
Draco just ignored the discipline and stalked up to Hermione. "Hand him over now," Draco said in a cold voice.
"No," Hermione snapped, digging her fingers into Blaise to hold him tighter as he struggled; his eyes filling with tears from the pressure. Ron and Harry came up behind her to show their support, grinning maliciously at Draco being denied what he wanted and thinking of the revenge they could get on the Slytherin.
"Last warning, hand him over now."
"Sod off, Ferret," Ron responded for Hermione.
"Fine." With a flick of Draco's wrist, the group was thrown back as baby Blaise was levitated in the air towards Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy, that is five detentions for hexing multiple students," Headmaster Dumbledore chided as the other professors, who had followed the headmaster from breakfast, hurried to the five on the floor to check they were okay, well except Severus.
Draco just stared blankly at the headmaster, feeling anger wash over him for not noticing Granger hurting Blaise, while his arms gently wrapped around the young boy who had now noticed him.
"It's me - Draco," he whispered to Blaise, realising he would look thirteen years older than expected.
Blaise gave a slight whimper as Draco gently held him, which made Draco think he was upset due to the sudden changes. Lips wisping over Blaise's hair, Draco softly comforted the four year old.
The jaws of students dropped in unison, watching Draco's affectionate care of the child. Blaise settled down quickly in Draco's arms. Draco glanced at Severus who said, "Mr. Malfoy, perhaps you would be so good to watch over Mr. Zabini until the antidote is brewed?"
"Of course Sir," Draco replied.
"What, him? He'll kill the kid," Ron jeered.
"Mr. Weasley, do not make such ridiculous accusations, ten point from Gryffindor. Now be quiet, this does not involve you," Severus drawled, his eyes sliding to the headmaster to show he would love to say more, but couldn't given the witnesses. Severus comforted himself with the knowledge that he would dole out more punishment for something in Potions class instead.
"Hmmm, perhaps it's best if Mr. Zabini were to be in the care of someone else," the headmaster said. The Golden Trio flashed grins of anticipation while Draco just frowned, annoyed he was being delayed from leaving the Great Hall with Blaise due to prejudiced nosiness.
Draco whispered to Blaise that he needed to refuse to go with anyone else and Blaise obligingly stated with all the pomp and authority a four year old could own, "I'm only staying with Draco, and if you try to take me away I'll make you wish you hadn't."
Severus raised an eyebrow and took a subtle step backward while everyone else just smiled with condescension. Severus knew the two heirs were highly magical. Even as young children, he could recall more than one occasion when he was summoned by their parents for grudging assistance; and Lucius Malfoy hated asking for help.
The headmaster stepped towards Draco, and just as he tried to pull Blaise from Draco's arms, Blaise screamed. The Headmaster went flying up with a shout, up towards the ceiling, before being hung none too delicately by his brightly coloured robes on a gleaming chandelier.
"Ah, well then, ah, hmm, Mr. Malfoy, please take good care of your charge," the headmaster said as he swung back and forth from the chandelier and a shoe fell from his foot.
"Yes, Headmaster," Draco replied before swiftly turning on his heels and leaving the hall, muttering to Blaise on a well done job.
The teachers dismissed all the students from the hall, however rumours were later confirmed that it took over three hours to rescue the headmaster and return him to solid ground.
Yes, the most powerful wizard in the world stuck to a chandelier for three hours by a Slytherin toddler would definitely be remembered by students, teachers, and ghosts alike. Not to mention, Peeves liked to remind everyone with his new song.
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