TITLE: Through Eyes Unclouded
AUTHOR: Roslyn Drycof
CHAPTER: Two: Bow Down To My Shortness
RATING: PG-13 (upped so soon because of language)
SUMMARY: Draco and Harry are de-aged by accident and strangely still hate each other. Add some wands that make pretty sparks, some magic, and we've got a lot of fun occurring at Hogwarts. Will they ever get back to normal? HD, pre-slash, slash
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter and never will. I wouldn't be writing on fanfiction.net for no money if I did. . .oh wait a minute, I probably would. You people are wonderful and I do with I owned Harry Potter (and Draco Malfoy)
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An hour later found Blaise Zabini in the library, something that rarely happened. But he was willing to tarnish his reputation a bit for his best friend. Something needed to be done to find out the details of the de- aging potion.
He quickly found what he needed in a dusty old book that looked like it didn't get much use. It puzzled him though; why would Snape have them make a rare potion like this? He usually made them make more common potions that most people knew about.
Opening the large tome, Blaise flipped through the yellowed pages until he found the one that had what he was looking for. 'The Mystery Surrounding the De-aging Potion, Heure Leron'.
Time Circle? What a peculiar name for a potion. Of course it dealt with time by de-aging the drinker, but why could that involve a circle? Intruiged, the caramel-haired Slytherin began reading.
-Heure Leron is a de-aging potion that is rarely used. It is difficult to make and only works under certain circumstances. The only times this potion has been successfully used is when the drinker must overcome some fear or discover something that can only be revealed in their child self. There is no antidote to the potion and it must run it's course. Unless the drinker resolves their inner conflict, they cannot revert back to their adult form. In some cases, the wizard or witch stays in their child form forever until they die at the point where their adult form would've died. It is because of this that this potion has also found itself in the area of rare and obscure potions. Many wizards and witches fear that they would not be able to resolve their problems, partly because sometimes people don't know they have a problem. Yet this potion can be very useful as well. Merlin himself used the potion at one point in his life to resolve a conflict that had been bothering him for years.
This potion de-ages the drinker to their six-year old self and he or she retains only the memories up until that point in their life. In essence, they are six years old in both body and mind. In no way do they know who they are as adults or believe themselves to be anything other than a six year old child. It would be extremely harmful to reveal anything of their adult life to them. Now, if a person drinks the potion along with another person and they both de-age at the same time, their problem is shared and their child selves must work together to fix it. When this happens, it is probably because their is an unjust hate between them that must be figured out. Now, when--
Blaise stopped reading, dropping his head onto the table in frustration. The book went on with other situations that might arise with the potion, but he'd read all he needed to know. And all he wanted to do was bang his head off a wall. How in the hell was Draco going to get back to normal? He even hated Potter as a kid! There was no way they'd resolve this.
"Did you find anything that can help us? Hermione looked but couldn't find anything but why this happened," Ron Weasley's voice interrupted his despair.
He lifted his head and muttered, "No. This bloody sucks!"
"For once I agree with you. Harry's never going to change back! Malfoy's too much of an insufferable little brat for that!"
Blaise glared at the redhead. "Potter's not exactly the nicest kid in the world, either."
"Yeah, well Harry had a bad childhood. And of course he'd be mean to Malfoy, the prat started it!"
This angered the Slytherin even more. "And I suppose you think Draco had the best of childhoods."
"Well, yes! He's rich, has both his parents, and all the servants and toys in the world," Ron yelled, getting quite the disapproving look from Madame Pince.
Blaise snorted in derision. "His childhood was hell. His father beat him, his mother neglected him, and he was locked up in that house till he was eleven. The first person his age he met was Potter in Madame Malkin's shop."
What?! Ron couldn't believe it. How could someone do that to a kid? And no wonder Malfoy had acted the way he did! Harry had told him about that first incident, but he'd chalked it up to normal Malfoy. But now that he looked back, it had seemed like Malfoy had just been trying to impress Harry. . . both times.
"Strange. Their childhoods were pretty much the same except Harry got to go to muggle school for a few years. Although, he never made any friends. He told me they all thought he was the freaky kid with ugly clothes who stared off into space too much. I guess I can see why Harry instantly started hating Malfoy. Malfoy had insulted the first two people in the world who'd offered friendship to him."
The other boy looked thoughtful at this. "And their hate grew even more because of the misconceptions about them. Malfoy told me he thought Potter had been treated like the hero even with those muggles. Amazing how wrong they were."
The two boys felt guilty at this, knowing that they'd helped fuel the hatred between the two with all their insults.
Suddenly, Seamus Finnigan ran into the library, a terrified look on his face. "Come quick, Harry and Malfoy are tearing up the dorm room!"
Oh shit! Blaise and Ron lit out of there light the hounds of hell were on their heels. Leave the two kids alone for an hour and disaster struck! Hadn't the two devils been asleep?
The Fat Lady was fanning herself furiously as they arrived at the Gryffindor tower. "Stop them at once! Their shrieks are horrible and they are ruining everything!"
Ron yelled the password and led Zabini into the common room for the second time that day. As soon as they entered, they could hear the shouting coming from the seventh year boys' dorm room.
"Crap!" the redhead muttered, running up the stairs and entering the room. What he found was not good.
Harry and Draco were standing in the middle of the room in their pyjamas, their wands in their chubby hands. How had they found their wands?! Sparks were flying from the tips of the wooden sticks and the room was utterly ruined. Half the beds in the room were split down the middle and smoking. All the trunks were spilled open and numerous items were flying aroudn the room crazily. And to top it all off, both boys had split lips and were those black eyes marring their faces?
"You take that back right NOW!" little Harry was screaming, his face scrunched up and his eyes narrowed in fury.
"Not until you take what you said back!" little Draco yelled, his body shaking with anger and his fist clenched tightly around his sparking wand.
There was a loud boom as the two remaining beds exploded in a shower of splinters. The fighting tykes didn't notice this, though. They were intent on each other, hatred burning in those wide eyes.
"ENOUGH!" Ron and Blaise roared at the exact same moment, making the two little boys freeze and turn to stare at them.
"Ron!" Harry cried, tears sparkling in his emerald eyes. He ran towards the older boy, dropping his wand and launching himself into a pair of gangly arms.
The red-haired Weasley held a trembling Harry, who was trying his hardest not to cry. "He called me a scar-faced freak who nobody likes. H-he said my mommy and daddy got blowed up on purpose. They didn't get blowed up and. . .and they loved me."
Ron felt shocked at what Malfoy had said. How could a six year old boy be so cruel? Sure, he'd had a rough childhood that was inexcusable. But that didn't mean he could act so mean!
Meanwhile, Draco was standing where he was and trying not to break down into tears. Malfoy's never cried because it wasn't good, so why did it feel so bad to keep all the hurt inside while that brat was getting comforted by someone? Didn't anyone care about him?
Blaise saw this and walked up to the little boy. Bending down, he gently picked Draco up in his arms and held him tightly. "It's okay to cry now and then."
No! Malfoys never cried. But he couldn't keep the tears at bay anymore and they flooded out of his silver eyes in streams. "He said I'm a mean person who's gonna end up locked in a closet cuz everyone hates me. H- he told me my daddy was a big fat liar who's gonna end up in jail."
The caramel-haired teen felt his heart crack at this and wanted to cry himself. Why were they being so malicious to each other? It didn't make any sense!
"I want my Nanny!" the blond-haired little boy cried, burying his face against the older boy's shoulder.
Draco had told him about his Nanny, who'd left when he was four. It was the way of all big pure-blooded families, even Blaise had had a Nanny. But it hadn't been so bad for him because he'd been allowed to play with other children his age. Draco'd had no one.
It took a while, but the two crying boys finally managed to stop. They fell asleep again and Ron and Blaise settled them into the queen-sized bed. Well, once they put it back together. And just like earlier, the two six year olds rolled towards each other and snuggled close as if comfort in their sleep. This puzzled the two teens greatly. How could they hate each other so much awake and yet cuddle together like the best of friends when they were asleep? It made no sense!
Blaise sighed in resignation as he and Weasley put the room back to normal. That phrase would be used a lot until Draco and Potter changed back. None of this made sense!
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When the boys woke up, they immediately scowled and scrambled away from each other. This time they didn't fight though, probably because of the two glaring teenagers not four feet away.
"We are going to supper. You slept through lunch, so I had better hope you're hungry. And I don't want to see any fighting," Blaise said to the children, a warning look on his face.
They grumbled but obeyed. They were hungry! Staying as far away from as each other as they could, the two six year olds followed Blaise and Draco down to the Great Hall. Harry looked up at the ceiling in wonder and gasped, "Magic!"
He instantly ducked his head and darted his head around to see if anyone would yell at him for using the M-word. No one did, but he still looked worried.
"Of course it's magic. Where'd you think you were? A muggle school?" Draco snorted, the trademark Malfoy smirk on his cherubic face.
Harry turned to look at his enemy and frowned. "What's a muggle?"
The other boy looked surprised. "You don't know what a muggle is? Everyone knows what a muggle is!" Okay, so Draco didn't really know if everyone knew what a muggle was. But he thought so and therefore it had to be right.
"I don't." Little Harry looked put-out that that mean boy knew something he didn't.
"It's a stupid person who can't do magic."
"I can't do magic," the raven-haired boy said, frowning again.
Draco snorted. "Yes, you can. You have a wand and it worked."
"That stick is a wand? Neat!" Now Harry looked excited and he got out the wand that he'd grabbed when he woke up and put in his pocket.
He started waving it around and sparks started flying off it again. Not to be beaten in showing off his magic, Draco grabbed his own wand and started waving it. Both boys thought, /I wish I could make something pretty happen./
And so something did happen. The candles floating above everyone's heads suddenly turned into glowing puppies that played around in the air. Everyone gasped, except for Draco and Harry, that is. They were giggling madly, jumping up and trying to touch the ethereal puppies.
"How in the blazes did they do that? They're only six!" Snape bellowed, looking shocked.
The Headmaster simply had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. "They are powerful wizards, Severus. A lot of their power is locked inside because of the circumstances of their lives which caused that power to be chained up inside their minds. It is leaking out because they are still so young."
Professor McGonagall gasped, a hand going to her mouth. "You don't mean to say that they are even more power than they already seem?! But they are already the most powerful students in the school as it is! Wouldn't this have been noticed before?"
"Unfortunately, no. Their power is connected to each other and can only be used together. You've noticed how they always seem more powerful when they are fighting? That is because their close proximity strengthens them."
Snape's coal-black eyes widened in suprise, and then realization. "But that only happens to--"
"Yes, Severus. They are indeed a Pair. This is the reason their hate is so strong. Their personalities clash and they must find a middle ground to bond on."
Their attention was suddenly caught by the fact that the two little boys were now encased in a blue bubble and floating twenty feet above the ground. Pansy Parkinson was shrieking in terror and she was not the only one. What if they fell? And besides the point, how had they managed to do that without a spell and at only six years old?
Inside the bubble, Harry and Draco were still laughing. They saw the scared looks on everyone's faces and were delighting in the fact that they'd freaked people out. This was fun, much more fun than being at home!
The silver-eyed boy turned to his enemy and saw the grin on his face. He wouldn't have thought that an obvious goody-goody would do something like this and be laughing about it. "Hey, you aren't too bad."
"Neither are you," Harry replied, a mischievous look in his eyes. Maybe the blond-haired snob wasn't so icky after all.
"Boys, can you please come down from there? It is suppertime and I am sure you're very hungry," Professor Dumbledore's kindly voice called out to the two youngsters.
They sighed and let themselves float down to the floor. The bubble disappeared and the floating puppies turned back into the candles that had been there before. They let Blaise and Ron lead them to the Gryffindor table.
Blaise didn't look happy to have to sit with the Gryffindors, but he had to stay with Draco and Dumbledore wanted the boys to be together and with Gryffindors. Ugh. To be forced to sit with those fools with hero- complexes. It was wretched!
With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to Draco and tried to look as bland as possible as the stupid Gryffindors glared at him and the little boy. Mostly though, the glares were reserved for him since Draco was now a kid. Most people obviously didn't like being mean to a kid, even knowing that it was the bane of their existence just de-aged.
Dumbledore stood up and announced, "As you can see, we have two visitors to our school for the time being. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy will be staying in the Gryffindor House for as long as their visit lasts and I hope you make them feel welcome. Cruelty will not be tolerated, and I ask that you treat them as the young children they are. And with this, I say to you, Fiddle, fadgle, frunge!"
There had been more than just a few gasps of outrage from the Slytherin table that their Draco would be forced to stay with the Gryffindorks. Luckily they were ignored and everyone soon dug into the food that appeared on the long tables.
Little Draco sneered at the way Potter was grabbing at food as if he were an uncivilized savage. Couldn't the idiot learn some manners? You were supposed to take small bites and NOT chew with your mouth open. And how in Merlin's name was he getting all that food down his throat so fast? It was disgusting!
/If my father saw him, he'd be in for a punishment!/ he thought, carefully starting to eat the ham that Blaise had cut up for him.
They weren't finished eating by the time Draco could see a tall girl walking up to the table. She had a pinched look on her face and looked like she'd eaten something bad. Which he couldn't understand, because the meal had been delicious.
"Pansy, please go away," Blaise sighed when he saw the blonde-haired girl stalking up to their group.
She scowled at him and said, "I am allowed to be here if I please. No rule against coming over and talking, is there?"
Draco was watching her, fascinated at the way her curls seemed to bob as she moved her head. How did someone get such funny-looking rings in their hair? It looked like someone had attached springs to her head! He tried to hold in a laugh at that picture. One shouldn't laugh at someone's appearance, however ugly it may be. Okay, Potter was the exception.
The girl turned to look at him and a sweet look came on her face that utterly twisted it and made her look even funnier. "Drakie, would you like to come sit with me?"
Why would he want to sit with her when he had Blaise to sit by? Blaise was nice to him and didn't look like an idiot. And he didn't wear a perfume that smelled like someone had mashed roses and oranges together with firewhiskey. "I don't want to."
"Why not?" she gasped, a dainty hand going to her chest as if in maidenly outrage.
It made her look even more stupid. "You smell bad."
He heard quite a few people trying not to laugh and he grinned. "And you look like someone put springs on your head."
"Why you little brat!" she shrieked, her eyes bulging with anger.
Harry chose this moment to swallow his food and say to her, "Well, you do. And you can't call him a brat. Only I can."
That prompted more laughter from the gathered students. With a huff, Pansy yelled at the two little boys, "You'll both rue the day you crossed me!"
Everyone knew she was just full of hot-air, even the two boys who didn't even know her. This caused people to laugh, and they laughed even harder when Harry asked, "What does 'roo' mean?"
Ron Weasley turned to his girlfriend with a grin and said, "This actually doesn't seem so bad anymore."
The brown-haired girl pretended to sigh when she was really hiding a smile. He was right. This might even be fun if they got to insult Parkinson like this!
"Yeah, what does 'roo' mean?" the silver-eyed Draco asked a minute later, just as confused as his rival.
Even more laughter followed, so much that no one could answer their question. Hermione was about to answer them a few minutes later, but was distracted by the sight of Pansy across the room. Malfoy was right; the girl really did look like she had springs attached to her head!
The two six year olds never did get their question answered, although they soon forgot they'd even asked it soon afterwards. It's a fact of life that the attention span of a young child is really short, and considering the two children you were talking about? They were too concerned with trying to one-up each other to have much attention for anything else.
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Chapter Two up! This is me, Roslyn Drycof with a new update. I'm getting up my stories as quickly as I can make sure they're okay. Now I have to get reviews all over again, drat. I feel so empty without any of my faithful readers! Anyway, for any people who haven't read me as Lanen Raen before, I hope you are enjoying this fanfic!
AUTHOR: Roslyn Drycof
CHAPTER: Two: Bow Down To My Shortness
RATING: PG-13 (upped so soon because of language)
SUMMARY: Draco and Harry are de-aged by accident and strangely still hate each other. Add some wands that make pretty sparks, some magic, and we've got a lot of fun occurring at Hogwarts. Will they ever get back to normal? HD, pre-slash, slash
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter and never will. I wouldn't be writing on fanfiction.net for no money if I did. . .oh wait a minute, I probably would. You people are wonderful and I do with I owned Harry Potter (and Draco Malfoy)
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An hour later found Blaise Zabini in the library, something that rarely happened. But he was willing to tarnish his reputation a bit for his best friend. Something needed to be done to find out the details of the de- aging potion.
He quickly found what he needed in a dusty old book that looked like it didn't get much use. It puzzled him though; why would Snape have them make a rare potion like this? He usually made them make more common potions that most people knew about.
Opening the large tome, Blaise flipped through the yellowed pages until he found the one that had what he was looking for. 'The Mystery Surrounding the De-aging Potion, Heure Leron'.
Time Circle? What a peculiar name for a potion. Of course it dealt with time by de-aging the drinker, but why could that involve a circle? Intruiged, the caramel-haired Slytherin began reading.
-Heure Leron is a de-aging potion that is rarely used. It is difficult to make and only works under certain circumstances. The only times this potion has been successfully used is when the drinker must overcome some fear or discover something that can only be revealed in their child self. There is no antidote to the potion and it must run it's course. Unless the drinker resolves their inner conflict, they cannot revert back to their adult form. In some cases, the wizard or witch stays in their child form forever until they die at the point where their adult form would've died. It is because of this that this potion has also found itself in the area of rare and obscure potions. Many wizards and witches fear that they would not be able to resolve their problems, partly because sometimes people don't know they have a problem. Yet this potion can be very useful as well. Merlin himself used the potion at one point in his life to resolve a conflict that had been bothering him for years.
This potion de-ages the drinker to their six-year old self and he or she retains only the memories up until that point in their life. In essence, they are six years old in both body and mind. In no way do they know who they are as adults or believe themselves to be anything other than a six year old child. It would be extremely harmful to reveal anything of their adult life to them. Now, if a person drinks the potion along with another person and they both de-age at the same time, their problem is shared and their child selves must work together to fix it. When this happens, it is probably because their is an unjust hate between them that must be figured out. Now, when--
Blaise stopped reading, dropping his head onto the table in frustration. The book went on with other situations that might arise with the potion, but he'd read all he needed to know. And all he wanted to do was bang his head off a wall. How in the hell was Draco going to get back to normal? He even hated Potter as a kid! There was no way they'd resolve this.
"Did you find anything that can help us? Hermione looked but couldn't find anything but why this happened," Ron Weasley's voice interrupted his despair.
He lifted his head and muttered, "No. This bloody sucks!"
"For once I agree with you. Harry's never going to change back! Malfoy's too much of an insufferable little brat for that!"
Blaise glared at the redhead. "Potter's not exactly the nicest kid in the world, either."
"Yeah, well Harry had a bad childhood. And of course he'd be mean to Malfoy, the prat started it!"
This angered the Slytherin even more. "And I suppose you think Draco had the best of childhoods."
"Well, yes! He's rich, has both his parents, and all the servants and toys in the world," Ron yelled, getting quite the disapproving look from Madame Pince.
Blaise snorted in derision. "His childhood was hell. His father beat him, his mother neglected him, and he was locked up in that house till he was eleven. The first person his age he met was Potter in Madame Malkin's shop."
What?! Ron couldn't believe it. How could someone do that to a kid? And no wonder Malfoy had acted the way he did! Harry had told him about that first incident, but he'd chalked it up to normal Malfoy. But now that he looked back, it had seemed like Malfoy had just been trying to impress Harry. . . both times.
"Strange. Their childhoods were pretty much the same except Harry got to go to muggle school for a few years. Although, he never made any friends. He told me they all thought he was the freaky kid with ugly clothes who stared off into space too much. I guess I can see why Harry instantly started hating Malfoy. Malfoy had insulted the first two people in the world who'd offered friendship to him."
The other boy looked thoughtful at this. "And their hate grew even more because of the misconceptions about them. Malfoy told me he thought Potter had been treated like the hero even with those muggles. Amazing how wrong they were."
The two boys felt guilty at this, knowing that they'd helped fuel the hatred between the two with all their insults.
Suddenly, Seamus Finnigan ran into the library, a terrified look on his face. "Come quick, Harry and Malfoy are tearing up the dorm room!"
Oh shit! Blaise and Ron lit out of there light the hounds of hell were on their heels. Leave the two kids alone for an hour and disaster struck! Hadn't the two devils been asleep?
The Fat Lady was fanning herself furiously as they arrived at the Gryffindor tower. "Stop them at once! Their shrieks are horrible and they are ruining everything!"
Ron yelled the password and led Zabini into the common room for the second time that day. As soon as they entered, they could hear the shouting coming from the seventh year boys' dorm room.
"Crap!" the redhead muttered, running up the stairs and entering the room. What he found was not good.
Harry and Draco were standing in the middle of the room in their pyjamas, their wands in their chubby hands. How had they found their wands?! Sparks were flying from the tips of the wooden sticks and the room was utterly ruined. Half the beds in the room were split down the middle and smoking. All the trunks were spilled open and numerous items were flying aroudn the room crazily. And to top it all off, both boys had split lips and were those black eyes marring their faces?
"You take that back right NOW!" little Harry was screaming, his face scrunched up and his eyes narrowed in fury.
"Not until you take what you said back!" little Draco yelled, his body shaking with anger and his fist clenched tightly around his sparking wand.
There was a loud boom as the two remaining beds exploded in a shower of splinters. The fighting tykes didn't notice this, though. They were intent on each other, hatred burning in those wide eyes.
"ENOUGH!" Ron and Blaise roared at the exact same moment, making the two little boys freeze and turn to stare at them.
"Ron!" Harry cried, tears sparkling in his emerald eyes. He ran towards the older boy, dropping his wand and launching himself into a pair of gangly arms.
The red-haired Weasley held a trembling Harry, who was trying his hardest not to cry. "He called me a scar-faced freak who nobody likes. H-he said my mommy and daddy got blowed up on purpose. They didn't get blowed up and. . .and they loved me."
Ron felt shocked at what Malfoy had said. How could a six year old boy be so cruel? Sure, he'd had a rough childhood that was inexcusable. But that didn't mean he could act so mean!
Meanwhile, Draco was standing where he was and trying not to break down into tears. Malfoy's never cried because it wasn't good, so why did it feel so bad to keep all the hurt inside while that brat was getting comforted by someone? Didn't anyone care about him?
Blaise saw this and walked up to the little boy. Bending down, he gently picked Draco up in his arms and held him tightly. "It's okay to cry now and then."
No! Malfoys never cried. But he couldn't keep the tears at bay anymore and they flooded out of his silver eyes in streams. "He said I'm a mean person who's gonna end up locked in a closet cuz everyone hates me. H- he told me my daddy was a big fat liar who's gonna end up in jail."
The caramel-haired teen felt his heart crack at this and wanted to cry himself. Why were they being so malicious to each other? It didn't make any sense!
"I want my Nanny!" the blond-haired little boy cried, burying his face against the older boy's shoulder.
Draco had told him about his Nanny, who'd left when he was four. It was the way of all big pure-blooded families, even Blaise had had a Nanny. But it hadn't been so bad for him because he'd been allowed to play with other children his age. Draco'd had no one.
It took a while, but the two crying boys finally managed to stop. They fell asleep again and Ron and Blaise settled them into the queen-sized bed. Well, once they put it back together. And just like earlier, the two six year olds rolled towards each other and snuggled close as if comfort in their sleep. This puzzled the two teens greatly. How could they hate each other so much awake and yet cuddle together like the best of friends when they were asleep? It made no sense!
Blaise sighed in resignation as he and Weasley put the room back to normal. That phrase would be used a lot until Draco and Potter changed back. None of this made sense!
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When the boys woke up, they immediately scowled and scrambled away from each other. This time they didn't fight though, probably because of the two glaring teenagers not four feet away.
"We are going to supper. You slept through lunch, so I had better hope you're hungry. And I don't want to see any fighting," Blaise said to the children, a warning look on his face.
They grumbled but obeyed. They were hungry! Staying as far away from as each other as they could, the two six year olds followed Blaise and Draco down to the Great Hall. Harry looked up at the ceiling in wonder and gasped, "Magic!"
He instantly ducked his head and darted his head around to see if anyone would yell at him for using the M-word. No one did, but he still looked worried.
"Of course it's magic. Where'd you think you were? A muggle school?" Draco snorted, the trademark Malfoy smirk on his cherubic face.
Harry turned to look at his enemy and frowned. "What's a muggle?"
The other boy looked surprised. "You don't know what a muggle is? Everyone knows what a muggle is!" Okay, so Draco didn't really know if everyone knew what a muggle was. But he thought so and therefore it had to be right.
"I don't." Little Harry looked put-out that that mean boy knew something he didn't.
"It's a stupid person who can't do magic."
"I can't do magic," the raven-haired boy said, frowning again.
Draco snorted. "Yes, you can. You have a wand and it worked."
"That stick is a wand? Neat!" Now Harry looked excited and he got out the wand that he'd grabbed when he woke up and put in his pocket.
He started waving it around and sparks started flying off it again. Not to be beaten in showing off his magic, Draco grabbed his own wand and started waving it. Both boys thought, /I wish I could make something pretty happen./
And so something did happen. The candles floating above everyone's heads suddenly turned into glowing puppies that played around in the air. Everyone gasped, except for Draco and Harry, that is. They were giggling madly, jumping up and trying to touch the ethereal puppies.
"How in the blazes did they do that? They're only six!" Snape bellowed, looking shocked.
The Headmaster simply had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. "They are powerful wizards, Severus. A lot of their power is locked inside because of the circumstances of their lives which caused that power to be chained up inside their minds. It is leaking out because they are still so young."
Professor McGonagall gasped, a hand going to her mouth. "You don't mean to say that they are even more power than they already seem?! But they are already the most powerful students in the school as it is! Wouldn't this have been noticed before?"
"Unfortunately, no. Their power is connected to each other and can only be used together. You've noticed how they always seem more powerful when they are fighting? That is because their close proximity strengthens them."
Snape's coal-black eyes widened in suprise, and then realization. "But that only happens to--"
"Yes, Severus. They are indeed a Pair. This is the reason their hate is so strong. Their personalities clash and they must find a middle ground to bond on."
Their attention was suddenly caught by the fact that the two little boys were now encased in a blue bubble and floating twenty feet above the ground. Pansy Parkinson was shrieking in terror and she was not the only one. What if they fell? And besides the point, how had they managed to do that without a spell and at only six years old?
Inside the bubble, Harry and Draco were still laughing. They saw the scared looks on everyone's faces and were delighting in the fact that they'd freaked people out. This was fun, much more fun than being at home!
The silver-eyed boy turned to his enemy and saw the grin on his face. He wouldn't have thought that an obvious goody-goody would do something like this and be laughing about it. "Hey, you aren't too bad."
"Neither are you," Harry replied, a mischievous look in his eyes. Maybe the blond-haired snob wasn't so icky after all.
"Boys, can you please come down from there? It is suppertime and I am sure you're very hungry," Professor Dumbledore's kindly voice called out to the two youngsters.
They sighed and let themselves float down to the floor. The bubble disappeared and the floating puppies turned back into the candles that had been there before. They let Blaise and Ron lead them to the Gryffindor table.
Blaise didn't look happy to have to sit with the Gryffindors, but he had to stay with Draco and Dumbledore wanted the boys to be together and with Gryffindors. Ugh. To be forced to sit with those fools with hero- complexes. It was wretched!
With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to Draco and tried to look as bland as possible as the stupid Gryffindors glared at him and the little boy. Mostly though, the glares were reserved for him since Draco was now a kid. Most people obviously didn't like being mean to a kid, even knowing that it was the bane of their existence just de-aged.
Dumbledore stood up and announced, "As you can see, we have two visitors to our school for the time being. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy will be staying in the Gryffindor House for as long as their visit lasts and I hope you make them feel welcome. Cruelty will not be tolerated, and I ask that you treat them as the young children they are. And with this, I say to you, Fiddle, fadgle, frunge!"
There had been more than just a few gasps of outrage from the Slytherin table that their Draco would be forced to stay with the Gryffindorks. Luckily they were ignored and everyone soon dug into the food that appeared on the long tables.
Little Draco sneered at the way Potter was grabbing at food as if he were an uncivilized savage. Couldn't the idiot learn some manners? You were supposed to take small bites and NOT chew with your mouth open. And how in Merlin's name was he getting all that food down his throat so fast? It was disgusting!
/If my father saw him, he'd be in for a punishment!/ he thought, carefully starting to eat the ham that Blaise had cut up for him.
They weren't finished eating by the time Draco could see a tall girl walking up to the table. She had a pinched look on her face and looked like she'd eaten something bad. Which he couldn't understand, because the meal had been delicious.
"Pansy, please go away," Blaise sighed when he saw the blonde-haired girl stalking up to their group.
She scowled at him and said, "I am allowed to be here if I please. No rule against coming over and talking, is there?"
Draco was watching her, fascinated at the way her curls seemed to bob as she moved her head. How did someone get such funny-looking rings in their hair? It looked like someone had attached springs to her head! He tried to hold in a laugh at that picture. One shouldn't laugh at someone's appearance, however ugly it may be. Okay, Potter was the exception.
The girl turned to look at him and a sweet look came on her face that utterly twisted it and made her look even funnier. "Drakie, would you like to come sit with me?"
Why would he want to sit with her when he had Blaise to sit by? Blaise was nice to him and didn't look like an idiot. And he didn't wear a perfume that smelled like someone had mashed roses and oranges together with firewhiskey. "I don't want to."
"Why not?" she gasped, a dainty hand going to her chest as if in maidenly outrage.
It made her look even more stupid. "You smell bad."
He heard quite a few people trying not to laugh and he grinned. "And you look like someone put springs on your head."
"Why you little brat!" she shrieked, her eyes bulging with anger.
Harry chose this moment to swallow his food and say to her, "Well, you do. And you can't call him a brat. Only I can."
That prompted more laughter from the gathered students. With a huff, Pansy yelled at the two little boys, "You'll both rue the day you crossed me!"
Everyone knew she was just full of hot-air, even the two boys who didn't even know her. This caused people to laugh, and they laughed even harder when Harry asked, "What does 'roo' mean?"
Ron Weasley turned to his girlfriend with a grin and said, "This actually doesn't seem so bad anymore."
The brown-haired girl pretended to sigh when she was really hiding a smile. He was right. This might even be fun if they got to insult Parkinson like this!
"Yeah, what does 'roo' mean?" the silver-eyed Draco asked a minute later, just as confused as his rival.
Even more laughter followed, so much that no one could answer their question. Hermione was about to answer them a few minutes later, but was distracted by the sight of Pansy across the room. Malfoy was right; the girl really did look like she had springs attached to her head!
The two six year olds never did get their question answered, although they soon forgot they'd even asked it soon afterwards. It's a fact of life that the attention span of a young child is really short, and considering the two children you were talking about? They were too concerned with trying to one-up each other to have much attention for anything else.
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Chapter Two up! This is me, Roslyn Drycof with a new update. I'm getting up my stories as quickly as I can make sure they're okay. Now I have to get reviews all over again, drat. I feel so empty without any of my faithful readers! Anyway, for any people who haven't read me as Lanen Raen before, I hope you are enjoying this fanfic!