Warnings: See chapter one
Disclaimer: Still have not learnt mind control and so for now everything you recognize from Harry Potter belongs to JK. Rowling and not me.
Author's Note: So here's the next chapter for DC and I am currently working really hard on the next chapter for all my other stories so hopefully they'll all be updated within the next month or so if anyone's interested. I would really like to know what everyone thinks of this story so far so please, if you read it, review it.
Chapter Two: Found-ish
Draco awakes to a strange world and an even stranger Potter…
'What happened?'
'I don't know'
'What are we going to do?'
'Could it be contagious after all?'
'That's impossible'
'So then what…?'
Draco Malfoy, blond haired git supreme, awoke with a jerk, bewildered at his strange dream that featured voices only and no clue on whom was talking or what they were talking about. For a moment his dream had him confused as to where he was and what he was doing there but then he remembered that he was safe in his own bed at school. For a moment Draco sat still, wondering how he'd ended up in bed when the last thing he remembered clearly was finding Potter in the hospital wing. Deciding that it didn't matter Draco got out of bed and with a look around the room he realized, with a huff of annoyance, that his dorm mates weren't in their beds. Which meant that they had gone to breakfast without checking to make sure that one of them wasn't left behind, as no Slytherin walked the school without at least one other. It wasn't safe for them to do so and now he, Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, had to walk to the great hall on his own.
As irritated as he was with his dorm mates, Draco still took care to make sure his appearance was as perfect as it could be, as he refused to walk around the school looking like… well, Potter. Finished with his morning rituals, Draco headed down to the common room where, to his increasing ire, he discovered that it too was completely empty; he was going to kill his House mates. Stalking, in a barely restrained rage, through the corridors of the castles dungeons, Draco failed to notice how empty and quiet the castle really seemed and it wasn't until he was nearly at the Great Hall that something happened to disrupt his thoughts.
'Could the Wards have failed?'
'No, they're still firmly in place and there's no indication of a breach.'
Draco stumbled, catching himself before he actually fell, it was those voices again but this time he was awake and there was no one around that could've been the source of them. Looking around cautiously, Draco confirmed that there was indeed no one around and thus no reason for him to be hearing voices, unless of course he was losing his mind that is. Hoping that that wasn't the case, Draco decided to continue to the Great Hall for breakfast, after which he planned on visiting the Head of his House, Severus Snape. If he was losing his mind he'd prefer for his stomach to be full when he found out, as there really was no reason for him to starve himself, how was he meant to keep his body fit and healthy if he did that? With a slight shake of his head, Draco continued on his way to the Great Hall and he'd strode in the doors and was almost to the Slytherin side of the room when he stopped in his tracks, completely flabbergasted. The Great Hall was completely empty of teachers and other students, well… except for one young Gryffindor who was sitting at his Houses table, head buried in his arms.
"What the fuck?" muttered Draco, stunned into near obscurity but it seemed the young Gryffindor heard him, for he raised his head and Draco found himself staring into the equally stunned features of a young Harry Potter.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" questioned the young Harry shocked and then, without any warning, the young boy flew out of his seat and over to Draco, catching the shocked Slytherin around the waist in a hug and muttered into his stomach, "You know what? Who cares, at least I'm no longer alone."
"Potter..?" started Draco but his mind seemed to have short circuited when the, seven? Eight?, year old Potter flew to his side to hug him.
"I'll let go in a moment, just, please, let me stay like this for a little longer? I've been so lonely" chocked out Harry and looking down at his suddenly young nemesis, who was staring up at him, Draco realized that Potter had silent tears pouring down his face.
"Okay Potter, when you're ready" said Draco, unable to push away the child who had sounded so broken when he said the word 'lonely', even if said child was Harry Potter.
"Thank you" sighed Harry in relief, glad for the human contact, even if said human was his school nemesis.
For a moment the two enemies stayed how they were, each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly Harry released his hold on Malfoy and with a sniffle, which prompted him to wipe his nose on his sleeve, he mumbled a quick 'sorry'.
"Don't mention it" said Draco, hoping that the Gryffindor would take him literally and wouldn't mention it, ever.
"Come on, let's sit" said Harry and he grabbed the older boys sleeve and promptly started to drag him to the Slytherin table, which was made fairly easy by the fact that the Slytherin's brain had once again short circuited at the strange behavior of the Gryffindor.
"Are you hungry?" asked Harry, looking up at the blond Slytherin in curiosity.
"Yeah" said Draco dazedly, still numbed by the current events.
"Right, well, all you need to do is say what you want and it'll show up. You have no idea how long it took me to figure that out, I thought I was going to starve."
"Coffee, black, extra strength" said Draco at once, hoping the strong hit of caffeine would help him think straight and when the drink appeared, a second after he'd ordered it, he immediately lifted it to his lips and took a large gulp, not caring if it scalded his mouth.
"That wasn't very smart you know?" said Harry curiously, watching with amusement as Malfoy chocked on the hot liquid he'd tried to swallow too fast.
"Shut up!" ground out Draco from between clenched teeth, hoping against hope that Potter would do as he was told for once.
"You don't have to be mean" said Harry in a subdued sort of voice and causing Draco to whip his head in the other boys direction and his mouth to drop open in shock when he saw that Potter was crying again and that he seemed to be trying to hide that fact from the, now, much older boy.
"Are you crying?" demanded Draco appalled.
"It's not my fault, it's this bodies!"
"It's your bodies fault?" Draco deadpanned.
"It is," said Harry trying to glare, which didn't quite work on his child's face and thus he looked more adorable then intimidating, "I may remember everything up to the year of my fifteenth birthday but this body acts like any normal seven year olds would."
"Of course it does," agreed Draco calmly, hoping to avoid a fight with a seven year old Potter as he didn't think that that would be productive.
"Are you humoring me?" asked Harry suspiciously.
"Always," replied Draco at once and then he grimaced at his own response, he really did need to learn to control his mouth better around the other boy, "Look, I might not believe you but does that really matter? Isn't it more important that we figure out what's going on here?"
For a moment Harry just sat and watched Malfoy, trying to decide if the older boy was serious on what he thought was more important and of course it wasn't really important if Malfoy believed him or not, they weren't friends after all. Harry blamed the urge to argue and cry on his seven year old body, after all, it was his seven year old body and when he was that age he had desperately wanted friends. He'd just have to keep reminding himself that he was really fifteen and had great friends who cared for him; none of which were Malfoy.
"You're right Malfoy, the only important thing is figuring out what is going on here" agreed Harry amicably.
"I always am," said Draco arrogantly, "So what do you know?"
"Know about what? I don't know if this is really Hogwarts or where anyone is, if that is what you mean?"
"Haven't you tried to find out?" asked Draco incredulously.
"Of course I have, but there's no clues to anything!" replied Harry indignantly.
'Can you wake him?'
Once again one of those weird voices had come out of nowhere and Draco had had just about enough of them, who did they think they were?
"Wake who?" growled Draco angrily, not really expecting an answer as the voices were obviously in his head, so imagine his surprise when Potter looked at him as though he'd had an epiphany.
"So that's why you're here, you've come to help them!"
"Come to help who?"
"The other Harry's" replied Harry happily.
