News traveled quickly in the Wizarding World, this Lucius knew. Why else would he own controlling shares of The Daily Prophet? The news is a great way to control people, and Lucius liked being in control. However, to his displeasure, someone had told that bothersome new reporter at the Prophet that Harry was no longer a Potter. And that wouldn't do at all. A man of Lucius's stature should not have to deal with such tasks. That's why he had employees. However, after being completely satisfied by the events that occurred the night before, Lucius was in a giving mood. So he paid dear Rita Skeeter a visit. One that she surely wouldn't forget.
Harry awoke to the feeling of hot air on his face. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and it sort of reminded him of the time his goofy Godfather had turned into a dog and slobbered on him. Only without the drool. Harry opened his eyes to see the blonde boy he had hit with the ball earlier in the day. He was lying face to face with him, and he could see the freckles on his nose. Harry silently watched the other boy, who he vaguely remembered was called Draco, before he prepared his sneak attack. It would be a great attack, one he had done to his Daddy many times.
Harry stood up as quietly as he could, and after swaying for a minute, he flopped down on top of the boy called Draco. The other boy awoke with shock as he felt the weight of another baby on him. He turned his head slowly to see the Harry-boy's eyes filled with mirth and laughter. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of something inside him, but he quickly buried the feeling. After all, he was just a child, and twinges were nothing a child should be feeling.
"Get offa me!" Draco gasped. Harry merely looked at him with disappointment. It wasn't the action he was expecting to receive. Where was his hug and kiss? His Daddy always hugged and kissed him after the sneak attack… Harry quickly realized that Draco wasn't going to do what was proper. And so, Harry gave Draco a big wet kiss on the cheek and tried to squeeze the death from him. Draco didn't move, and his eyes slowly followed the Harry-boy. He kissed him! He kissed him! The only person allowed to kiss him was his Mummy! Draco took in a breath and was about to scream, but the Harry-boy quickly silenced him by stuffing his fish-plushy into his mouth.
"Why no like me?" Harry pouted. He couldn't understand why this boy was such a… a… well, he didn't have the vocabulary for what Draco was. But he knew, one day, he would have the words to describe it! Harry refused to move as Draco started squirming again.
"You bad boy! Make Daddy no like me! Want give me away! Bad boy! Offa me!" Draco squirmed some more as a bead of sweat traveled its way down his face. Harry's eyes widened and got off Draco. He felt sad for Draco. He wondered if he played more maybe his Daddy would like him better. Oh well, why did he care? At least he wasn't cold any more. Harry merely poked Draco and crawled to the side of the crib.
"Out. Go down!" Harry stated. He looked expectantly at Draco, who looked at Harry.
"Climb? Draco asked. Harry shook his head no. Draco smiled innocently at the boy. "Oh," he said. Draco walked to the edge and climbed out of his crib, walking out of his door that was left open for him. Harry stood in the crib, confusion evident on his face. When he realized Draco wouldn't be coming back, Harry started to cry. He cried until a funny little green man came into his room and helped him out of the crib.
Harry's sniffles echoed off the walls as he was led to the changing room where he was promptly relieved of his messy diaper. The green man, who called himself Dobby, then placed Harry into a high chair in the kitchen. Harry glared at Draco, who was sitting in his own chair eating some mush. Harry was mad at Draco. He thought they were friends, but he left him all alone in that big room.
Draco looked over at him and stuck out his tongue. Harry gasped and stuck out his own. After that, a war of tongues erupted in the Dinning Room. Narcissa looked from Draco to Harry and slowly lowered her son's spoon. 'This might take a while,' she thought.
Fawks noisily preened himself as Albus Dumbledore sat as his desk and pondered. This puzzle was frustrating him. According to the Minister of Magic there was nothing he could do. But he knew there had to be something, there always was. Albus tapped his fingers on his desk, wondering if Harry would survive to reach age 11.
Lucius Malfoy stripped off the black gloves he had been wearing. He smirked contentedly. Rita Skeeter was currently huddled on the floor of her cubicle, whispering about ridiculous things like bunnies and frogs. He loved his job, and no one could change that. He expected to return home to the sound of children being quiet and his wife dutifully sniffing as she read the latest gossip rags. Oh, how he wished that were so.
Because life isn't easy for a multibillionaire. Why else would he have so much money? The blood, the sweat, and the tears… can't forget the tears. His thoughts quickly changed course, because as soon as he waltzed into the dining room to find out why Harry and Draco were shrieking, he got hit in the face with crushed peas.
Draco dropped his spoon in fright as he saw what he did to his Daddy, while Harry promptly began giggling. 'I hate crushed peas!' he snarled inside his head. Rightfully so, they're all green and mashed. Lucius surveyed the damage that had been done to his dining room. Mashed potatoes, peas and bananas were covering the walls. He looked up only to see a questionable brown stain on the ceiling. 'How did that get up there?' he wondered. Narcissa shakily rose from her place in the corner, her courage suddenly returning as the mass of flying food had receded.
"Lucius," she whispered, "I tried to stop them, but they threw the food at me as soon as I came near! And I tried using my wand… but the little bastards 'accidentally' made it fly out the window! You deal with them! I have squash up my nose!" Narcissa flew from the room in a desperate attempt to make her nose happy. Lucius turned his eyes to the two children. They looked like they had been vomited on by a giant. Lucius sighed and put on his stern face.
"You two are in big trouble! Did you not hear me last night? Respectful is not this! Oh no, I am very disappointed in you two! Tripset, get in here and clean these little brats up! I'll deal with you two later!" Lucius finished his rant and promptly went to his study. He took out a shot glass and a bottle of Fire Whisky. He poured himself a shot and downed it.
'These brats will be the end of me' he thought as he poured another shot.
Harry looked from the empty archway where Draco's Daddy had been to Draco. He made a satisfied sound. "You in trouble!" Harry exclaimed. Harry then began to be scrubbed down by another green man. He sneaked a look at Draco only to see him on the verge of tears. Harry scowled and tried to understand why he was upset. He had started it after all. Draco looked at Harry and let out a shriek.
"You a poop-head! Big poop-head! You ruin everything! Bad Harry!" Draco vented his frustrations and began to cry. Harry scowled once more. 'He cries too much!' he thought.
"Not my fault, cry baby! You bad boy!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"BAD HARRY!" Draco quickly shut up as the house elf started scrubbing his face. Harry slipped from his high chair and waddled over to Draco where he promptly bit him on the leg.
"Stupid!" Harry huffed, as he slowly walked away from Draco, who was now crying. 'He really does cry too much,' Harry thought with an internal sigh.
Jesus…