Hello! Update time! grin thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter, got more for one chapter than I did for ten on my last story. Maximum Ride FF, Zombie Max and Little Fang. Only got 1 review. :'[ Oh well, this is making up for it. To Annabeth Swan, the reason Harry survived to the age of eleven will be made clear in either this chapter or the next. And to lady2087, muggle hair dye may be making a reappearance...

Disclaimer: I own everything bar everything but the plot and the mysterious voice

Over at the Whomping Willow (WW):

"Professor, I don't think we are going to get him down." Groaned Blaise from the ground, clutching his stomach. "He can kick, hard."
"Thank you for that statement, Blaise. I am already aware of that particular ability of his"
"Why, what happened to you?"
"...He kicked me in the lower anatomy." Blaise, despite his pain, burst out laughing. Snape, lying crumpled next to him, glared. If this particular boy had been the Potter boy, he would have been spelled down ages ago. "Professor" warned Blaise, spying Hermoine coming over.

"Yes, Granger?" snapped Snape, getting to his feet painfully.
"Professor McGonagall wants you." She replied through clenched teeth.
"Granger, mind your manners." Said Blaise, curious.
"Shut up. And it isn't you, Professor. It is the damage that harry Harry has had to live with that has made me ready to kill anyone that annoys me right now." Hissed Hermoine furiously. "McGonagall has requested that I get Mal... Draco down, as you two are obviously incapable." The last part of that sentence was directed at Snape's retreating back.

"Vampire gone?" came a small, little boy voice from the branches above them. Snape had obviously frozen the tree. "Yes..." said Hermoine, attempting to keep a smile off her face. "Why don't you come down now?"
"Ok..." came the response. The branches began to bow slightly as a pair of feet came into view. "What is your name?" asked Hermoine.
"Dwaco." He replied, wondering why the two older people started laughing at him. "though my father always calls me nuisance." He added as an afterthought. The laughter instantly ceased. "Pardon?" asked Blaise. "My father calls me nuisance, because I am. It isn't my fault that Mother can't find someone to look after me all the time." At this his bottom lip began to quiver.

Hermoine reached out and picked him up, cradling him in her arms. She realised that this was no longer the Draco Malfoy that insulted her all the time. This was a young boy, who appeared never to have been loved. Draco began to sob quietly, so she started to bounce him whilst she and the hobbling Blaise walked back to the edge of the forest where, hopefully, Snape was helping fix Harry's back, talking to him about the people he was about to meet, describing them as she did so.

The edge of the forest (EOTF):

"Draco?" whispered Hermoine as they arrived. "Blaise, is he asleep?" she asked, turning so Blaise could see Draco's face. "Umm... yeah. He is. Looks rather sweet actually." There was a few moments pause as the people who heard what he had just said registered what he had just said. Then Ron stood up from where he sat, and motioned Hermoine to put him there. Puzzled, she walked over and realised there was a mat with a small cushion, where Draco could sleep comfortably. Smiling, she did so. "Yeah, you're right. He does look kinda sweet." Mumbled Ron, embarrassed.

Suddenly, over where Snape sat in front of McGonagall (McG), who had Harry sat facing her with his back to Snape, came a whimper of pain. The ointment that Snape was smearing over his back appeared to be hurting him quite badly. The sound woke up Draco, who, rubbing his eyes with grubby fists, scrambled over to Harry. "Who is you?" he asked curiously, peering at him with innocent eyes, head tilted slightly to the left. "Harry." The confused boy mumbled at him.

"Well, Hawwy, I is Dwaco. Dat's Her-mine-ee" he said, pointing at Hermoine, who smiled and waved. "I is going to call her Hermy, her names to long." He grinned at Harry, who had forgotten all about the stuff going onto his painful back. "Dats Blaise." He pointed to Blaise. "Dat one over there is Ron, the one with owange hair." Ron scowled a bit at that description, but waved all the same. "Over dere is Dubbledore, the one who needs a 'air cut" Dumbledore grinned at his description and waved good naturedly. "The lady who is holding you is Processer Mc-something and that person putting stuff on your back is a vampire calleded Snape."
"I am not a vapire!" Snape yelled at the boy sat next to Harry. Harry leapt about a foot in the air and whimpered, clutching McG as he did so. "Sorry..." he said reluctantly "But I am not a vampire."
"Then why do you looks like a giant bat then?" Questioned Draco from behind Hermoine's legs.
"I don't." replied Snape, returning to Harry's back.
"Yes you do." Said the two little boys at the same time. They glanced at each other and began to laugh. "Fine." Huffed Snape. "I look like a giant bat. But I am not a vampire."
"Prooove it" grinned McG, peering round at Snape from behind Harry. Dumbledore began to laugh at this.

Snape made a rude hand gesture at her and began to question Harry about where he got the damage to his back from. He instantly clammed up. "Harry..." he sighed. "We need to know so they, whoever they are, can't do it again." He said softly. Harry looked at him with tears in his eyes, He wriggled out of McG's arms and into Snape's lap, where he knelt up and began to whisper in his ear. And, gradually, Snape's eyes got bigger and ever the more angry. Once Harry had finished, he collapsed into Snape's arms and began to cry.

Surprising them all, including himself, Snape comforted him, until he cried himself to sleep. He then put him down next to the now sleeping Draco on the mat, stood up and led Dumbledore to the edge of the lake, where he then started to yell and shout at him.

"Well, what do you know." Grinned Ron. "Snape has a compassionate side." They all burst out laughing, quietly in order not to wake the two sleeping boys."Anyway" questioned Blaise "If Harry was this badly hurt at this age, how was he still alive to come to Hogwarts?"
"Phoenix tears" replied Ron somberly. "Snape found traces of Phoenix tears on his back. Turns out Harry has a Phoenix as a pet."
"Or a familiar" added McG.

What do you think? Don't worry, more humour next chapter, Harry and Draco meet the twins. :D leaving my Max Ride FF for now so I can continue with this. Review please, and let me know what you think! Please?

(Oh, and Draco cannot say obvious 'R's properly as he is a little boy, such as his name and Harry's. Just in case you were wondering.)