Harry could only blink.
SEVERUS SNAPE!
And was he Harry again? Who was his mother?
He couldn't believe he was back in his original lifetime.
"Can I see him, Sev?" A voice broke through his thoughts.
Harry felt himself being passed off to warm thin arms.
He stared at his own eyes.
Lily Potter. Or Snape, if his guess for father was correct.
"He's not crying", Harry heard the Healer say.
Severus's head snapped up, "Is that normal? Is Hadrian ok?".
Hadrian. Huh. Well, not bad. Close enough to Harry...
"No, he's fine, its just that they usually start crying as soon as they are born", the Healer replied, writing on a clipboard.
Well, perhaps this lifetime would be more interesting.
Fake crying was nauseating.
Of course he could do it with his well-placed aquamenti but it was annoying that every time that happened Lily kept checking his diaper and forcing him to breastfeed (Ew).
He did not at all appreciate it so he kept the crying to a minimum.
But then Lily was worried.
"He's not crying much, Sev, do you think he's ok?" She worriedly said as she peered inside the crib.
"I wasn't much of a crier when I was little Lil, it's fine", Severus replied, stroking her red mane.
Harry just stared at the two of them.
Harry had forgotten that he had to say his first word and walk and have his first burst of accidental magic as a child.
And now his parents were panicked because "Sev, he is one. He should have said his first word by now! And we have to help him learn how to walk. And when is the first burst of accidental magic?".
So, to stop the screaming and panic around him that was making him dizzy he just said the first word that came to his head.
"Loop!"
Well, that was an odd word but then again, he was thinking about how his thousands of lifetimes were like a life loop. Huh.
Either way, his parents stopped screaming.
"Did he just say 'loop'?" Severus questioned, bending over the crib.
"Where did he hear that?" Lily questioned. "We don't usually use that word..."
"He could have just heard it once and picked it up", Severus replied.
That seemed to be enough of an explanation.
Harry's "first burst of accidental magic" was completely on purpose and quite hilarious.
He decided to levitate his father.
So, now he was raising his tiny baby hand and pressing his father to the ceiling as Lily was laughing, taking a picture.
"Harry, please let me down", Severus grumbled though he was smiling. Lifting a full-grown man was powerful for a 2-year-old.
Harry dropped him down.
He almost landed on his face.
It was his third birthday when Harry was presented with Draco Malfoy. His godbrother. He didn't know how to feel about Lucius being his godfather...
But Draco was hilarious.
Lucius just left him in Harry's room, going off to talk to some important businessman or whatever he said to the three-year-old. As if he would understand.
"I'm Mafoy. Dwayco Mafoy", Draco said, holding out his hand to Harry which he definitely picked up from his father. But the greeting was so alike to his first introduction with the blond that Harry burst out laughing. Draco just looked confused.
"Wasso funny?" Little Draco was so cute with his lisp that Harry once again started laughing.
"Sorry, I'm Hadrian", Harry finally replied, grabbing Draco's tiny hand with his own equally tiny one.
"Oh, well do you wanna pway wif my dwagon?" Draco brought out a Chinese fireball figurine that looked very much disgruntled. Harry noticed that Draco took it from his back pocket. Probably sat on the poor dragon at some point.
"Sure", Harry smiled, trying not to laugh at the cute lisp.
"Well I be knight. You be dwagon", Draco grabbed one of Harry's own knight figurines off the desk.
"You should be the dragon. Draco means dragon in Latin", Harry replied.
"Oh weally?" Draco looked curiously at the dragon in his hand.
"Then I be dwagon. You be knight", Draco replied and Harry nodded.
Harry had to be honest. Playing with Draco as a three-year-old was the funniest thing. He kept mixing up letters and words which caused Harry to burst out laughing. Honestly, perhaps children weren't so bad if they were so amusing.
"Rawr! You will not defeat me knight!" Draco was now on his bed (that he climbed onto at some point) flying around with his dragon in the air while Harry was hitting Draco's dragon with the knight.
"I will!", Harry shouted, his inner child coming out.
"Will not!"
"Will too!"
"Will n-"
"Draco! Harry! It's time for cake", Lily shouted and Draco's face lit up.
"Cake! Cake, Hawwy! (Harry told him to call him that because his lisp was funny when he tried to pronouce the rs)", Draco shouted, bounding off the bed, dragon in hand.
"Yeah, I know Draco", Harry laughed, racing after the blond as he navigated the hallways of Prince Manor.
As they neared the doorway though, Harry saw Draco stop abruptly to smooth down his dress robes and fix his hair. That made Harry start guffawing with laughter, falling on the floor. He was such a Malfoy heir!
"Hawwy!" Draco whined, stomping his foot. "Why you laughing!"
That made Harry lose it, completely shaking with silent laughter before he eventually calmed down.
"You just act so much like your father", Harry chuckled.
"Well ya. My father is a vewy powewful poli- poli- poli" , Draco didn't seem like he could pronounce political which made Harry snort.
"Political figure, Draco", Harry replied.
"Ya that", Draco nodded.
"Draco! Harry! Get down this instant!" Lily appeared in the doorway. "Oh, there you are. Come on, we are about to cut into the cake."
And so Harry walked in with a pompous, nose-in-the-air Malfoy heir by his side.
It took a lot of effort not to start laughing again.
Eventually, the cake was blown, cut, and served. And Harry surveyed his surroundings.
Harry was quite annoyed with some of the people in the manor. Many of them he did not like.
Including whole Weasley family. They were all here. All 9 members even the 2-year-old Ginny. He had discovered in King's Cross about how Dumbledore manipulated him and the Weasley's helped. Not at all appreciated.
Not to mention James Potter and his wife (Emmy Potter) were here with their brat of a son, Josh.
No, it had nothing to do with James Potter not being his father. Harry honestly couldn't care less. It was due to the fact that Josh kept bothering him!
"Daddy said you daddy is greasy", the brat said, staring at Harry as if he just made the best insult in the world.
Harry promptly ignored him.
"Daddy said you are slimy Slyther- something", Josh said again, pulling on Harry's arm.
Harry grit his teeth. This kid is annoying.
"Daddy said-"
"What are you a parrot? I don't care what your Daddy said. Leave me alone", He hissed, yanking his arm away.
The whole room went quiet, staring at Harry. He couldn't give a shit.
"How dare you talk like that to my son!" James Potter roared, stomping over to Harry.
He groaned.
"Did you hear me boy! You Death Eater spawn!" James Potter got up close to Harry's face.
Harry only raised an eyebrow in reply before Severus intervened, shouting at the Potter Head of House.
"Daddy! He called me a parrot!" Josh whined and Harry rolled his eyes. As if the whole room hadn't heard.
"You jus a stupid Gryffindor!" Draco shouted at Josh and Harry snorted. At least Draco was entertaining.
"How dare you!" Emmy seethed, marching over to Draco.
"Mrs. Potter, kindly back away from my son", Lucius's cold voice sounded behind Harry as he walked over to his son.
Next was two separate screaming matches that escalated as people started taking sides. And then there were people like Lily and Alice, trying to stop the arguments but not knowing which one to stop. Harry watched in amusement. This was awesome.
But his smile melted when Harry took notice of Neville backed into a corner of the room, whimpering.
Harry walked over to the boy, sitting next to him.
"You ok?", Harry said softly.
He shook his head.
"Is the screaming bothering you?" Harry asked, rubbing his back.
"Too loud", Neville mumbled.
"Let's go someplace else", Harry murmured, helping Neville up and leading him out of the room.
"Better?" Harry asked as they went into the living room, shutting the door behind them.
"Yes", Neville mumbled.
"Well I'm Hadrian. You can call me Harry", Harry introduced, holding out his hand.
"I'm Neville", Neville said, shaking his hand and then went quiet.
Wanting Neville to talk, Harry asked, "So do you like Herbology".
Neville's eyes lit up as he started talking about plants. It made Harry smile. Neville had become his best friend after the war in his first life.
"And de Devil's 'nare is defeat by light", Neville said, ten minutes into his rant.
"Like this?" Harry asked, a ball of silver and gold light in his hand.
"Woah cool! Ya like dat", Neville clapped his hands, reaching over to touch the ball.
Harry smiled as he conjured more balls of light.
"Thasso cool!" Neville exclaimed, poking at the balls which Harry turned solid for him.
"And what were you saying about the Devil's Sna-"
A shout cut them off.
"YOU RIPPED MY DRAGON", Draco's voice sounded like he was about to cry.
Harry wasn't about to let his friend cry.
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