Alright, sorry it took so long, I've been busy with end of the year tests, that I'm still not done with, yay me...

DISCLAIMER: SEE CHAPTER 1

"It started last summer when the stars told me that the end of the war was coming. They also said that you would fall, unless I helped you. You see, you drained quite a bit of your magic fighting your way through the battle grounds to reach Voldemort, and you used the last of your reserves during your fight with him. The curse that was fired at you was designed to drain magic, and it would have drained the rest of your's along with your life energy, if not for the phoenix tear that splashed into an open wound on your chest."

Galihad stopped and looked at Harry, trying to see if he remembered. Harry nodded, he remembered the pain of life leaving his body.

"After I found you, I carried you to the Stone of Revival, and used an enchantment that would help you regain your magic, but, because you are so powerful and so much magic was forced out of you at one time and the table pushed it all back into you, you will have to relearn how to control it. Also, since the amount of uncontrolled magic swelling inside you is so great, the enchantment turned you into a eleven year old and locked a large amount of your magic away which will be released as you get older."

The three wizards blinked at the centaur, trying to comprehend the information they had just been given.

"So your saying Potter will have to relearn how to use magic?" Severus asked irritably, he felt a headache coming on, he couldn't believe it, now he had the Potter brat to put up with, not just a teacher, but as Headmaster.

"Not exactly, he may remember the words, but he'll need to relearn some wand movements and how much force and concentration each spell takes." Galihad responded with a grin.

"Hmm, alright, if Harry is going to be a student then I must tell you, Potter, Draco," Severus stared pointedly at them "there will be no physical activities between you two, not while he's in school."

Draco's eye twitched, Harry scrunched his nose "I do not believe that will be a problem, there will be no sex until Harry is of age, again." Draco stated and Harry nodded "No, nothing like that, that's just….ew….no."

Severus nodded satisfied "Alright then, issue number two, I do not believe it wise for you to be Harry Potter, right now, as everyone besides Draco believed you dead."

Harry nodded "Agreed, I shall be Brandon Evans in public, for now, I should probably wear glamour charms to keep people from noticing."

"I think Harry should have his own rooms, if his magic is as unstable as you think, he won't be able to hold the glamour all day and night like he would need to in a dorm, when he's near me, I can help him." Draco inserted.

"And why, Professor Malfoy, do you think you would be able to do that?" Severus grouched.

"Because he is my mate of course."

Severus raised an eyebrow.

"At the end of fifth year Harry found out he was a werecat, at the beginning of sixth year, he found out I was his mate, at the end of said year, we bonded."

"That night, we also used an ancient magic binding ritual, that allowed us to share magic, feel each other's emotions, and share a telepathic bond, if what you're saying is true, when my magic was drained, it would have killed Draco as well because he would have instinctively given me his magic as well."

"I believe something about the phoenix tear blended with Draco's willing bond to you protected him," Galihad murmured, pondering over the bond.

"Either way, they're both here, and alive to annoy me another day." Snape dismissed with a casual wave of his hand.

"I also think Harry should be put in Slytherin, as another precaution," Draco added nonchalantly, although he really just wanted his lover to be in the house that he was head of.

"Impossible, once a Gryffindor always a Gryffindor," Snap sneered "you can't just tell the Sorting Hat which house you want, and expect it to put you there.

Harry smirked a very Malfoy like smirk "You know Snape, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, I asked to be put in Gryffindor."

Severus's eye twitched and he took three deep claming breaths, no way in hell would the Gryffindor hero ever be put in his house, not ever. The Sorting Hat wouldn't allow it.

"We shall see where the Sorting Hat puts you, and you shall stay there." And with that Severus Snape, Headmaster of Hogwarts pulled out a bottle of muggle whiskey, dismissed the people in his office, and drank himself silly.

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The Great Hall was crowded for the Sorting Ceremony, a fair number of students had gone into both Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hufflepuff and the least amount had gone into Ravenclaw. The highlight of Draco's night had been when he, being Deputy Headmaster, had called Brandon, a small eleven year old with unruly blonde hair, light peachy skin, and the most addictive emerald eyes anyone had ever seen , walked up to the platform and sat on the chair patiently waiting for the old hat to be placed atop his head. Draco couldn't help the smug rush of affectionate pride that rushed through him when the Sorting Hat, after a moment in which Draco assumed that the hat was becoming reacquainted with Harry, called out in a loud voice 'Slytherin'. What was almost as satisfying was shooting an I-told-you-so, look at his Godfather who looked at him and pouted, in his own Severus Snape way.

Harry waited anxiously for the Sorting Hat to be, once again, placed on his head.

Mr. Potter? Interesting…..

It's Evans right now.

I see you've changed your mind about Slytherins, especially a blonde professor.

I might have discovered that they weren't all as bad as I thought.

I take it this means you'll let me place you in the right house this time?

Only if it's the house of snakes.

Of course, where else would you go?

Harry grinned as he felt the Sorting Hat leave his mind just before he called out the name of the house he should've been in all along.

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The next day Harry woke fairly early, he could hear the shower running in the bathroom that connected his private rooms to Draco's. Most Slytherin students wondered why Harry had his own rooms, the story was that he was a magical creature (true) that would have to mate (true) but they didn't know when he would reach his inheritance and didn't know what kind of attractive pull he would have on other students (false) and that it really was for the safety of the Slytherin house that he had his own rooms (also false).

Harry smiled as he slid out of bed and slowly padded to the bathroom, hoping to sneak up on his mate.

Draco Malfoy had always been an early riser, Harry used to complain about it on the nights they had spent together before he had gone off to war, but something about this morning was different. This morning he had, for the first time in three long years, something to wake up for, he had someone to love him and he would never have to be lonely again. Draco remembered all the long, lonely nights the he spent by himself, even in a room of people he was always alone, missing the touch of his mate, but Harry was back, and he'd never know that emptiness again.

Lost in thought, the Head of the Malfoy house jumped and spun around hand over his chest, trying to keep his heart from busting through his ribcage. He relaxed when he saw his mate, de-glamoured, standing in front of him, a wide smile stretched across this young lips.

Harry smiled when he looked over his mate, Draco still looked the same, but he looked…stronger, wiser, older, yet he also looked like the sixteen year old he'd fallen in love with, standing there in his boxers with a towel wrapped around his wet hair.

Harry's feet moved on their own violation, bringing him closer to his Draco, he wrapped his arms around the older man's waist and nuzzled his face into the strong chest.

"Missed you," he breathed, content to let his head rest where it was.

He felt a hand cradled the back of his head and long slim fingers card through his hair, Draco always did love to play with his messy strands.

"I missed you too, but you know we shouldn't be doing this," Draco commented and Harry rolled his eyes, he wanted to snuggle, he hadn't been held in years--not that he was conscious for any of it, but that wasn't the point, his body felt deprived of Draco's warm hugs--and it wasn't like he was asking for anything more than that.

"I'm not asking for sex Dragon, can't I get some cuddle time with my mate?" Harry, literally, purred.

Draco rolled his eyes, that was a damn sexy move, when Harry was a properly aged man, but coming from an eleven year old was…..cute, it sounded like a kittens purr instead of the throaty rumble Harry's matured vocal cords used to produce.

"You can once I get clothes on," the blonde chuckled. Harry pouted, he wasn't playing on grouping Draco or anything.

"Fine, fine, but hurry," Harry demanded.

Draco chuckled once more and sauntered back into his bed room quickly pulling on muggle jeans and a tee-shirt, when Harry looked closer he realized they where a pair of his clothes, a deep blue silk shirt and baggy jeans that Draco had bought him on a shopping trip on time.

Draco smiled at Harry, glad that today was Saturday. After he put on some clothes he beckoned Harry into his room, patting the bed beside him. Harry crawled onto the bed, curling up beside Draco and resting his head on Draco's broad chest, he smiled contently, he missed this. Draco, looked at his mate, his eyes where soft, a way they only looked when he looked at Harry.

"Read to me Draco," Harry murmured softly.

Draco curled an arm around Harry's shoulders and picked up a book from his nightstand. He pulled the book mark out of the book, he hadn't read it in forever, it was Harry's favorite book and Draco would always read it to Harry at night before they went to sleep, always.

Flashback

Harry curled into Draco, a book in his lap and Draco's long fingers thumbing through his hair. He continued to read at a steady pace, often having to read the same lines over again. After a few minuets Draco nudged him with his nose,

"Harry, why are you still on the same page as you where seven minuets ago?"

"I can't see the words all that well without my glasses."

Draco tugged the book from Harry's lap looking at the cover.

"Pride and Prejudice?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry blushed "It's my favorite book."

Draco flipped the book back to the page Harry was on and began reading from the top, he was half way through the chapter when Harry's head slid down to his chest, eyes closed and breathing heavy.

The blonde smiled and slipped a book mark into the book, laying on his night stand before sliding down beside Harry, falling asleep with his lover in his arms.

Flash Back

Harry smiled as he curled farther into Draco's voice letting his love's gentle voice wash over him. At that moment he knew, life possibly couldn't get any better, well, maybe if he was his rightful age again, but this was pretty damned perfect.

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