[Authors note: Firstly, I feel I ought to apoligize for using an idea
someone has already used before me (although I had no idea when I first
started writing, of course), but I will, nevertheless, continue, and I'll
try and make my story special and worth reading!
Secondly, thank you thank you thank you thank you (yes, I know I should have drawn my breath by now, but since I am only writing this on my computer I feel it is irrelevant to you whether I breath or not) thank you thank you, and bonus: THANK YOU!!!!! I got so many nice reviews, you wouldn't believe it! I've glued them to my wall over my bed, so I can read them before I go to sleep ^_^
Many of you wanted to know why Harry couldn't talk when he was, after all, three years old (well, not asked exactly... it was more like they directed my attention to it, and told me I was wrong), and I feel I shall have to explain myself. The truth, which I would like you to believe in, is that Harry *can* talk, only he talks so fast that no one can actually make out the words he's saying (I never said he couldn't talk properly, I only said that nobody else could comprehend it. There's a difference!). The actual truth, which I do not want you to believe in (but you can if you like, of course), is that Boo, from "Monters.Inc", didn't. I couldn't remember if she was two or three years old when I began writing, so I said Harry was *about* three years old. 'About' as in 'cirka', in other words.
Chapter. 3
-Cruel intensions
The other students were very helpful. Especially the Gryffindors. They disappeared, and came back after a few minutes loaded with most of Dennis Creevy's wardrobe, since he was the only one who was small enough.
After yet a few more minutes, little Harry Potter was dressed in a small baby blue T-shirt and a pair of very old (not to mention very small) jeans. However, despite the small size, they were still way too big for the little boy.
"Look, isn't he cute?" Parvati said, holding him up so that everyone could see him. She'd been put in charge of dressing him up, since Hermione had a fashion sense like a great-great-grandmother. And Lavender Brown hadn't been allowed to come near him because of what she might unintentionally do to his ears if she got an opportunity to squeal. Pansy Parkinson was out of the picture, along with all the other Slytherin girls, because two of the baby sitters didn't aprove of them (you can only guess who *those* two were...). The third baby sitter (the one who *did* aprove of the Slytherin girls, or at least didn't say he didn't aprove of them) didn't aprove of the Hufflepuff girls, because he thoguht they were too clumsy to handle a baby, and was afraid of what they might (unintentionally, of course) do to him if they were allowed to touch him. The Ravenclaws were also disaproved of because none of the baby sitters knew them that well, and didn't feel like entrusting the responsibility of dressing up their best friend (and worst enemy) to someone they didn't know. That left the Gryffindors, but we've been trough them already and we all know how it went. Anyway, the point is that Parvati got to dress him up.
"Yes, he looks adorable," Hermione agreed, as she gently took the child in her own arms. "Bet he'll have a fit though, when he hears you've seen him naked," Seamus said, looking very thoughtful indeed (which he wasn't, because he was just pretending).
Suddenly, two redheads, identical down to the last freckle (and there were plenty of freckles) appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, with broad identical grins on their identical faces. "Well, well, well, either my ears are betraying me..." began the first one (who was named Fred Weasley, if you *must* know). "Along with my eyes..." continued the other (who was, naturally, named George Weasley). "Or is that really Harry Potter you're holding there?" Fred finished, with a grin that suggested he already knew which one was the correct answer, and was utterly delighted by it.
"Er, well, yeah... This is Harry," Hermione said with a slow sigh, slightly surprised that the two hadn't showed up earlier.
Fred contemplated the little boy with amusement written all over his freckly face. "Hi there, Harry" he said, and bent down to get in eye-level with the little one. Wether Harry recognized him or not was forever unknown. If he did, he hid it well. He stared at his quidditch houseteam mate with big innocent eyes, looking almost shy. "You look so different," Fred said, "have you shrinked?" George quickly joined him, "you look ten years younger, my boy!"
"Can he talk?" they asked Hermione. A brilliant idea was beginning to form in their identical minds (I'll get back to that, someday)... Before she could nod, little Harry giggled and said "Dwaycoh Maphoy!"
The twins raised two identical eyebrows in a part questioning, part terrified expression. "S'cuse me," Fred began. "Come again," said George, who didn't realise he was supposed to finish the sentence with '-what did he just say?!.'
Hermione sighed again (she didn't find this whole mess quite as amusing as everone else seemed to do) and there was definitly an edge to her voice as she replied, "he says that all the time. We don't know why, but he won't stop."
"It's because he *likes* me," said a drawling voice matter-of-factly from somewhere behind them, sounding as though he was merely stating the obvious. The twins turned to find (surprise surprise) Draco Malfoy standing with his arms crossed, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, and looking exceptionally snotty and arrogant (which was saying something...!).
"Aww man!" Fred groaned, accompanied by his brother. "What's *he* doing here?"
"*I* am the third baby sitter," Draco answered quickly, before anyone else could. "That's right," he added, as he saw their dumbfounded expressions, "I am legally in charge of him," he pointed his thumb at the baby, "Dumbledore appointed me himself, and there's *nothing* you can do about it!"
The twins scowled darkly at him. None of the Weasleys were too fond of anyone who's last name was 'Malfoy'. In fact, very few people were.
Fred smiled sadly and put on an expression much like an actor who is about to try and win an Oscar. "Oh well," he said shakily, obviously trying to hold back imaginary tears. "When our dear, dear little Harry," he paused to wipe a tear (which wasn't really there) away from the corner of his eye, before he added softly: "who we all love so very much." Fred blew his nose (or pretended to, anyway). "When he dies in your arms, Draco Malfoy, in *your* arms, you mark my word, we shall remember what you said... We shall carry on with our lives, knowing we could have prevented it from happening... But, by doing *nothing*, like you just now told us to, we did not act..."
He paused again, but this time Draco broke him off before he could add more to his tear-dripping speech (which would, indeed, have won him an Oscar if he had been an actor). "Enough already!" he said. "And I'm *not* going to kill him," he added to the other students, who were now eyeing him suspiciously.
In the mean time, Harry was starting to get bored. Hermione held him perfectly still, and was too busy watching the twins to talk to him. She didn't smell very interesting either, allthough she did have an impressive hair do. However, he had a strong feeling he'd get his hand stuck if he tried to play with it.
He yawned to demonstrate his boredom, and began to play with his own hair instead. Which he got equally bored with after about ten seconds.
Suddenly, a pink bubble appeared before him with a small 'pop', seemingly out of thin air, and floated slowly upwards, obviously heading for the ceiling with an admirable determination, though at the speed of a particulary fast snail.
Harry giggled and reached out a small hand to try and catch it. His excitement increased as his hand went straight trough it, and he looked like he was wearing a pink fish bowl for a glove. He closed his eyes for a moment.
'pop'
'pop'
'pop'
Instantly, three more bubbles appeared. They too out of seemingly nothing. He stared at them in awe. Noticing with a slight interest that he could see his own reflection on the pink, glossy surface. The bubble on his hand bursted with a disappointingly small 'pop'. He had sort of hoped for an explosion. After all, it had been a pretty big bubble...
But he soon forgot all about it as new bubbles kept appearing.
By this time, some of the other students were bound to notice. Despite what you might think, the first to notice the bubbles was *not* Hermione. It was (quite unfortunately, I might add) Lavender Brown...
Lavender Brown has an amazing and no doubt rather fascinating voice. Nevertheless it is very loud, and one gets the feeling that this girl could shatter glass (not to mention ear-drums) if she wanted to.
"What's that?" she asked, in a voice which for once sounded almost normal, pointing at the bubbles. Several heads turned in unison to see what 'that' was.
"It's... bubbles, I think," Hannah said (such a bright young girl, isn't she? Let's give her a cookie). "Harry is making them, " she added (alright, two cookies then).
"Oh my, that means he's showing his first signs of magic!" Hermione said, sounding slightly more excited this time. "Harry, that's great!"
Harry giggled, but stopped abruptly as he realised everyone was looking at him. The bubbles disappeared as suddenly and silently as they'd appeared, and Harry was tugging his thick black hair innocently as though nothing had happened.
"Wonder what else he can do," Fred mused, mostly to himself, while biting his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Maybe we could make him turn Malfoy into a frog?" George suggested. "Yeah, and then we could keep him in a glass jar until Harry grows up," Fred said with increasing excitement, "and when he does we'll make him kiss it and turn it back to Malfoy again!" A few of the Gryffindors cheered in the back ground.
Draco's pale grey eyes narrowed, and he considered for a moment to ask Crabbe and Goyle to beat up the twins, but quickly discarded the idea. If everyone was watching there was no way he'd get away with it. That sort of ruined the fun...
"Or maybe not," he said, with a voice that could've turned the depths of Hell into an ice-skating rink. "And besides," he added, "Prince charming's kiss will only awaken sleeping princesses. To turn a frog into Prince charming, on the other hand, you'll need a maiden's kiss. Sheez, don't you guys ever *read*? Oh, I forgot, you probably don't have books. They're awfully expensive, aren't they? And if you ever had any you've probably used them to keep your house warm in the winter."
Both the twins and their little brother turned bright red to match their hair colour and scowled at the pale Slytherin, looking like they might want to rip out some of his vital inner organs with their teeth. Draco smirked. 'Hah, take that you little weasles!' Some Slytherins snickered in the background.
"Dwaycoh Maphoy!" Harry said, and was once again surprised to find that everyone was looking at him. He wondered vaguely what on earth was so fascinating, but finally decided he didn't really care enough to bother finding out.
"Poor thing, he must be hungry," Parvati Patil said. She glanced briefly at her wrist watch. "It's dinner time anyway, so you might as well take him down to the great hall."
At the mentioning of 'dinner', every student in the hallway, with the exception of the three baby sitters, vanished. It's strange with students, they're almost like sheep, spending their days eating and doing whatever the leader does. Even the Weasley twins disappeared, to Draco's great relief.
He removed Harry gently from Hermione's arms, and began to walk towards the stairs which lead down to the great hall before she could protest. However, he had barely taken two steps before a big hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around.
"And *where* do you think you're going?" asked Ron Weasley, in a dangerously calm voice. "Need I remind you that this," he pointed at Harry, "is all *your* fault? I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but you're not the only one in charge of Harry, and we need to get a few things straight before you take him anywhere, capiche?"
"Capish!" Harry said, and giggled.
Draco merely stared at him. He vaguely wondered why Crabbe and Goyle hadn't thrown him out of a window yet, before he remembered that they were probably down in the great hall eating right now. 'Traitors,' he thought to himself with a sulky edge to his inner voice. He raised his thin eye brows, and faked a politely interested look, not even bothering to do it properly. "Yes?"
Ron drew his breath dramatically. Hermione rolled her eyes. "First of all, we're *all* in charge of him. Not just you, but *all* three of us."
Draco yawned.
"Secondly, you're the one who messed things up in the first place. It's your fault that Harry is a baby!"
"Hawwy is a baby," said Harry, looking like the personification of innocence and serenity.
"I don't trust you one bit," Ron said, "I never have and I never will. To tell you the truth I'm a little surprised you even wanted to be his baby sitter in the first place. You don't even *like* Harry, for cryin' out loud!"
"Well, this is different!" Draco said, feeling he ought to defend himself.
"Different? What are you talking about?"
"He's... different! It just is. And besides, he likes me."
Ron snorted, "nobody likes you Malfoy."
"How come he keeps saying my name then?" Draco asked smugly, ignoring Ron's tasteless comment.
"Because it's such a funny name, I suppose. And I bet you're planning to hand him over to your father or something as soon as you get the chance!"
Draco looked genuinely surprised. He hadn't even thought of that. Of course, now that the weasel mentioned it, it was a brilliant idea. To take advantage of Potter while he was... well, three years old. He would be such an easy victim, completely defenceless...
As I have mentioned earlier in this story, Ron Weasley was no fool. And at this moment, it dawned to him that he'd just given his least favorite person in the world an idea. He could almost hear Malfoy's mind working...
"No, wait, I-I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly. "I just meant that... Malfoy, don't even think about it!"
Draco laughed a short, high-pitched laughter, "I didn't. Until you mentioned it."
"You mean that wasn't your intension all along?" Hermione asked. Draco snorted, "no.
How can you accuse me of-" he stopped abruptly in mid-sentence as he turned to look at the little boy. The little boy who was supposed to be sitting in his arms, but for some reason wasn't.
He was gone...
If you asked me a question, or said (wrote, I mean) something I feel I should explain or correct, then you'll be listed here, I wrote this when I'd gotten 94 reviews so if you reviewed after that you'll have to wait 'til next chapter gets out:
(Helen: thank you to the first who reviewed second chapter!) (mandraco: thank you! And no, I haven't underestimated anyone. You must also remember that you haven't read more than three chapters and that there's so much more to come! There's only been a few fours since Harry... changed) (Aziraphael: thank you! And there you go boys & girls, the story where Snape turns into a 15 year old, is called: 'my name's Severus', read it people!) (tez: oh wow thank you! I'm flattered ^_^ ) (CrystalStar Guardian: thank you so much *blushes*! I've read your stories, and if you say I'm a awesome writer then that's probably the best compliment you can give me!) (Relle: yay! Finally another Harry worshipper! There's far too few of them out there!) (Lady FoxFire: thank you, you are a genious! I didn't even think of that. I'd forgotten all about those two) (bwaybaby79: thank you! Yes, I'm a big fan of Pratchett, and I'm actually sort of flattered you noticed it ^_^ )
Secondly, thank you thank you thank you thank you (yes, I know I should have drawn my breath by now, but since I am only writing this on my computer I feel it is irrelevant to you whether I breath or not) thank you thank you, and bonus: THANK YOU!!!!! I got so many nice reviews, you wouldn't believe it! I've glued them to my wall over my bed, so I can read them before I go to sleep ^_^
Many of you wanted to know why Harry couldn't talk when he was, after all, three years old (well, not asked exactly... it was more like they directed my attention to it, and told me I was wrong), and I feel I shall have to explain myself. The truth, which I would like you to believe in, is that Harry *can* talk, only he talks so fast that no one can actually make out the words he's saying (I never said he couldn't talk properly, I only said that nobody else could comprehend it. There's a difference!). The actual truth, which I do not want you to believe in (but you can if you like, of course), is that Boo, from "Monters.Inc", didn't. I couldn't remember if she was two or three years old when I began writing, so I said Harry was *about* three years old. 'About' as in 'cirka', in other words.
Chapter. 3
-Cruel intensions
The other students were very helpful. Especially the Gryffindors. They disappeared, and came back after a few minutes loaded with most of Dennis Creevy's wardrobe, since he was the only one who was small enough.
After yet a few more minutes, little Harry Potter was dressed in a small baby blue T-shirt and a pair of very old (not to mention very small) jeans. However, despite the small size, they were still way too big for the little boy.
"Look, isn't he cute?" Parvati said, holding him up so that everyone could see him. She'd been put in charge of dressing him up, since Hermione had a fashion sense like a great-great-grandmother. And Lavender Brown hadn't been allowed to come near him because of what she might unintentionally do to his ears if she got an opportunity to squeal. Pansy Parkinson was out of the picture, along with all the other Slytherin girls, because two of the baby sitters didn't aprove of them (you can only guess who *those* two were...). The third baby sitter (the one who *did* aprove of the Slytherin girls, or at least didn't say he didn't aprove of them) didn't aprove of the Hufflepuff girls, because he thoguht they were too clumsy to handle a baby, and was afraid of what they might (unintentionally, of course) do to him if they were allowed to touch him. The Ravenclaws were also disaproved of because none of the baby sitters knew them that well, and didn't feel like entrusting the responsibility of dressing up their best friend (and worst enemy) to someone they didn't know. That left the Gryffindors, but we've been trough them already and we all know how it went. Anyway, the point is that Parvati got to dress him up.
"Yes, he looks adorable," Hermione agreed, as she gently took the child in her own arms. "Bet he'll have a fit though, when he hears you've seen him naked," Seamus said, looking very thoughtful indeed (which he wasn't, because he was just pretending).
Suddenly, two redheads, identical down to the last freckle (and there were plenty of freckles) appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, with broad identical grins on their identical faces. "Well, well, well, either my ears are betraying me..." began the first one (who was named Fred Weasley, if you *must* know). "Along with my eyes..." continued the other (who was, naturally, named George Weasley). "Or is that really Harry Potter you're holding there?" Fred finished, with a grin that suggested he already knew which one was the correct answer, and was utterly delighted by it.
"Er, well, yeah... This is Harry," Hermione said with a slow sigh, slightly surprised that the two hadn't showed up earlier.
Fred contemplated the little boy with amusement written all over his freckly face. "Hi there, Harry" he said, and bent down to get in eye-level with the little one. Wether Harry recognized him or not was forever unknown. If he did, he hid it well. He stared at his quidditch houseteam mate with big innocent eyes, looking almost shy. "You look so different," Fred said, "have you shrinked?" George quickly joined him, "you look ten years younger, my boy!"
"Can he talk?" they asked Hermione. A brilliant idea was beginning to form in their identical minds (I'll get back to that, someday)... Before she could nod, little Harry giggled and said "Dwaycoh Maphoy!"
The twins raised two identical eyebrows in a part questioning, part terrified expression. "S'cuse me," Fred began. "Come again," said George, who didn't realise he was supposed to finish the sentence with '-what did he just say?!.'
Hermione sighed again (she didn't find this whole mess quite as amusing as everone else seemed to do) and there was definitly an edge to her voice as she replied, "he says that all the time. We don't know why, but he won't stop."
"It's because he *likes* me," said a drawling voice matter-of-factly from somewhere behind them, sounding as though he was merely stating the obvious. The twins turned to find (surprise surprise) Draco Malfoy standing with his arms crossed, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, and looking exceptionally snotty and arrogant (which was saying something...!).
"Aww man!" Fred groaned, accompanied by his brother. "What's *he* doing here?"
"*I* am the third baby sitter," Draco answered quickly, before anyone else could. "That's right," he added, as he saw their dumbfounded expressions, "I am legally in charge of him," he pointed his thumb at the baby, "Dumbledore appointed me himself, and there's *nothing* you can do about it!"
The twins scowled darkly at him. None of the Weasleys were too fond of anyone who's last name was 'Malfoy'. In fact, very few people were.
Fred smiled sadly and put on an expression much like an actor who is about to try and win an Oscar. "Oh well," he said shakily, obviously trying to hold back imaginary tears. "When our dear, dear little Harry," he paused to wipe a tear (which wasn't really there) away from the corner of his eye, before he added softly: "who we all love so very much." Fred blew his nose (or pretended to, anyway). "When he dies in your arms, Draco Malfoy, in *your* arms, you mark my word, we shall remember what you said... We shall carry on with our lives, knowing we could have prevented it from happening... But, by doing *nothing*, like you just now told us to, we did not act..."
He paused again, but this time Draco broke him off before he could add more to his tear-dripping speech (which would, indeed, have won him an Oscar if he had been an actor). "Enough already!" he said. "And I'm *not* going to kill him," he added to the other students, who were now eyeing him suspiciously.
In the mean time, Harry was starting to get bored. Hermione held him perfectly still, and was too busy watching the twins to talk to him. She didn't smell very interesting either, allthough she did have an impressive hair do. However, he had a strong feeling he'd get his hand stuck if he tried to play with it.
He yawned to demonstrate his boredom, and began to play with his own hair instead. Which he got equally bored with after about ten seconds.
Suddenly, a pink bubble appeared before him with a small 'pop', seemingly out of thin air, and floated slowly upwards, obviously heading for the ceiling with an admirable determination, though at the speed of a particulary fast snail.
Harry giggled and reached out a small hand to try and catch it. His excitement increased as his hand went straight trough it, and he looked like he was wearing a pink fish bowl for a glove. He closed his eyes for a moment.
'pop'
'pop'
'pop'
Instantly, three more bubbles appeared. They too out of seemingly nothing. He stared at them in awe. Noticing with a slight interest that he could see his own reflection on the pink, glossy surface. The bubble on his hand bursted with a disappointingly small 'pop'. He had sort of hoped for an explosion. After all, it had been a pretty big bubble...
But he soon forgot all about it as new bubbles kept appearing.
By this time, some of the other students were bound to notice. Despite what you might think, the first to notice the bubbles was *not* Hermione. It was (quite unfortunately, I might add) Lavender Brown...
Lavender Brown has an amazing and no doubt rather fascinating voice. Nevertheless it is very loud, and one gets the feeling that this girl could shatter glass (not to mention ear-drums) if she wanted to.
"What's that?" she asked, in a voice which for once sounded almost normal, pointing at the bubbles. Several heads turned in unison to see what 'that' was.
"It's... bubbles, I think," Hannah said (such a bright young girl, isn't she? Let's give her a cookie). "Harry is making them, " she added (alright, two cookies then).
"Oh my, that means he's showing his first signs of magic!" Hermione said, sounding slightly more excited this time. "Harry, that's great!"
Harry giggled, but stopped abruptly as he realised everyone was looking at him. The bubbles disappeared as suddenly and silently as they'd appeared, and Harry was tugging his thick black hair innocently as though nothing had happened.
"Wonder what else he can do," Fred mused, mostly to himself, while biting his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Maybe we could make him turn Malfoy into a frog?" George suggested. "Yeah, and then we could keep him in a glass jar until Harry grows up," Fred said with increasing excitement, "and when he does we'll make him kiss it and turn it back to Malfoy again!" A few of the Gryffindors cheered in the back ground.
Draco's pale grey eyes narrowed, and he considered for a moment to ask Crabbe and Goyle to beat up the twins, but quickly discarded the idea. If everyone was watching there was no way he'd get away with it. That sort of ruined the fun...
"Or maybe not," he said, with a voice that could've turned the depths of Hell into an ice-skating rink. "And besides," he added, "Prince charming's kiss will only awaken sleeping princesses. To turn a frog into Prince charming, on the other hand, you'll need a maiden's kiss. Sheez, don't you guys ever *read*? Oh, I forgot, you probably don't have books. They're awfully expensive, aren't they? And if you ever had any you've probably used them to keep your house warm in the winter."
Both the twins and their little brother turned bright red to match their hair colour and scowled at the pale Slytherin, looking like they might want to rip out some of his vital inner organs with their teeth. Draco smirked. 'Hah, take that you little weasles!' Some Slytherins snickered in the background.
"Dwaycoh Maphoy!" Harry said, and was once again surprised to find that everyone was looking at him. He wondered vaguely what on earth was so fascinating, but finally decided he didn't really care enough to bother finding out.
"Poor thing, he must be hungry," Parvati Patil said. She glanced briefly at her wrist watch. "It's dinner time anyway, so you might as well take him down to the great hall."
At the mentioning of 'dinner', every student in the hallway, with the exception of the three baby sitters, vanished. It's strange with students, they're almost like sheep, spending their days eating and doing whatever the leader does. Even the Weasley twins disappeared, to Draco's great relief.
He removed Harry gently from Hermione's arms, and began to walk towards the stairs which lead down to the great hall before she could protest. However, he had barely taken two steps before a big hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around.
"And *where* do you think you're going?" asked Ron Weasley, in a dangerously calm voice. "Need I remind you that this," he pointed at Harry, "is all *your* fault? I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but you're not the only one in charge of Harry, and we need to get a few things straight before you take him anywhere, capiche?"
"Capish!" Harry said, and giggled.
Draco merely stared at him. He vaguely wondered why Crabbe and Goyle hadn't thrown him out of a window yet, before he remembered that they were probably down in the great hall eating right now. 'Traitors,' he thought to himself with a sulky edge to his inner voice. He raised his thin eye brows, and faked a politely interested look, not even bothering to do it properly. "Yes?"
Ron drew his breath dramatically. Hermione rolled her eyes. "First of all, we're *all* in charge of him. Not just you, but *all* three of us."
Draco yawned.
"Secondly, you're the one who messed things up in the first place. It's your fault that Harry is a baby!"
"Hawwy is a baby," said Harry, looking like the personification of innocence and serenity.
"I don't trust you one bit," Ron said, "I never have and I never will. To tell you the truth I'm a little surprised you even wanted to be his baby sitter in the first place. You don't even *like* Harry, for cryin' out loud!"
"Well, this is different!" Draco said, feeling he ought to defend himself.
"Different? What are you talking about?"
"He's... different! It just is. And besides, he likes me."
Ron snorted, "nobody likes you Malfoy."
"How come he keeps saying my name then?" Draco asked smugly, ignoring Ron's tasteless comment.
"Because it's such a funny name, I suppose. And I bet you're planning to hand him over to your father or something as soon as you get the chance!"
Draco looked genuinely surprised. He hadn't even thought of that. Of course, now that the weasel mentioned it, it was a brilliant idea. To take advantage of Potter while he was... well, three years old. He would be such an easy victim, completely defenceless...
As I have mentioned earlier in this story, Ron Weasley was no fool. And at this moment, it dawned to him that he'd just given his least favorite person in the world an idea. He could almost hear Malfoy's mind working...
"No, wait, I-I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly. "I just meant that... Malfoy, don't even think about it!"
Draco laughed a short, high-pitched laughter, "I didn't. Until you mentioned it."
"You mean that wasn't your intension all along?" Hermione asked. Draco snorted, "no.
How can you accuse me of-" he stopped abruptly in mid-sentence as he turned to look at the little boy. The little boy who was supposed to be sitting in his arms, but for some reason wasn't.
He was gone...
If you asked me a question, or said (wrote, I mean) something I feel I should explain or correct, then you'll be listed here, I wrote this when I'd gotten 94 reviews so if you reviewed after that you'll have to wait 'til next chapter gets out:
(Helen: thank you to the first who reviewed second chapter!) (mandraco: thank you! And no, I haven't underestimated anyone. You must also remember that you haven't read more than three chapters and that there's so much more to come! There's only been a few fours since Harry... changed) (Aziraphael: thank you! And there you go boys & girls, the story where Snape turns into a 15 year old, is called: 'my name's Severus', read it people!) (tez: oh wow thank you! I'm flattered ^_^ ) (CrystalStar Guardian: thank you so much *blushes*! I've read your stories, and if you say I'm a awesome writer then that's probably the best compliment you can give me!) (Relle: yay! Finally another Harry worshipper! There's far too few of them out there!) (Lady FoxFire: thank you, you are a genious! I didn't even think of that. I'd forgotten all about those two) (bwaybaby79: thank you! Yes, I'm a big fan of Pratchett, and I'm actually sort of flattered you noticed it ^_^ )