TITLE: Through Eyes Unclouded
AUTHOR: Roslyn Drycof
CHAPTER: Three: Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em
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 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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Whoever said that children are obedient creatures that don't have the mental capacity for cleverness clearly never met a six year old Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. The incident in the Great Hall left them with a feeling of comraderie. . .that certain kind that is shared between troublemakers. They may hate each other with the very essence of their being, but they know when to combine their efforts to create a helluva lot of trouble.
After supper, the two boys were sent to their bed and they surprisingly did exactly as they were told. They even fell asleep quite quickly, curling up next to each other like every other time they'd gone to bed. This obedience should have alerted their caretakers, but Ron and Blaise were lulled into a false sense of security. With the ignorance of man, they easily believed that the little tykes had become tired and simply fell asleep. That was their first mistake.
Not long after they left the room to play a game of Wizard's Chess, two pairs of eyes snapped open in the darkness. Mischief glinted in the silver and jade orbs of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, respectively. With the grace and silence of a cat, each boy got up and crawled out of the bed.
"They gotta be pretty stupid," little Draco whispered, a laugh in his voice.
His comrade grinned, revealing tiny teeth the color of pearls. "Yup."
Not caring that their bare feet were quickly getting cold, they made their way across the dimly lit dorm room. They were about to sneak out of the room when Harry caught sight of a shimmery thing hanging from the side of a closed trunk.
"Pretty. . ." he murmured, wandering over to the object of his attention.
Draco wrinkled his nose at his partner's lack of attention to the dangerous mission at hand, but soon followed the raven-haired boy. They both gasped in delight at the pretty fabric dangling out of the trunk.
Combing the efforts of their small arms, they managed to open the trunk and reveal the entirety of the cloth. Oh, it was so pretty!
A tanned hand reached out and grabbed the shimmery fabric, lifting it up and out of the trunk. He almost dropped it when he realized that his hands were gone. Eep! Where were they?!
Draco hastily grabbed the cloak and stared at it in wonder. "I know what this is! It's a imvisbilty cloak!"
"A what?"
"It makes it so other peole can't see you!" The blond-haired child was stunned that he had one of those precious cloaks he'd heard his father wishing for on more than one occasion. He had something his father didn't? Amazing!
"Ooh, I wanna try it on!" Harry sqealed, grabbing it.
Draco tugged on the cloak, trying to get the other boy to let go. "Me first!"
Suddenly, they heard the voices of Ron and Blaise and gasped. Oh no! They couldn't be discovered so soon! As quickly as their little legs could carry them, they scrambled onto the bed. Oh wait! The cloak! Desperately, they shoved the invisibility cloak under the covers and curled up next to each other, closing their eyes and relaxing their bodies.
The door opened and a red head popped into the room. Suspicious eyes scanned the darkened dorm room, but couldn't find anything wrong. They two youngsters were fast asleep on the bed, albeit in a different position than they'd originally been in. But everyone knew how much little kids tossed and turned, so that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He and Blaise must've been imagining things, a little jumpy over what had happened earlier.
Satisfied that everything was fine, he closed the door and shook his head at the caramel-haired teen standing next to him. "Nothing."
Blaise shrugged, "Must've been our imagination, then."
In agreement, they went back to the common room to continue their game. Ron was the undisputed champion of Wizard's Chess and yet Blaise was holding up well against him.This frustrated the second to youngest Weasley and he was pulling out all the stops against the sneaky Slytherin that just had to be cheating. Just, how was he doing it? No matter, he'd win, he was sure of it!
Once again, two pairs of eyes opened in the darkened dorm room. This time, though, they headed straight for the door without any interruptions. Putting the cloak over both of them, they tiptoed down the stairs and entered the Gryffindor common room. They just barely managed to hide giggles of glee at how well they were pulling this stunt off. The fact that they were right in the middle of everybody and no one could see them was also quite funny.
Quietly, they walked over to the opening of the common room. Luckily, a second year had just opened it and stepped through. As quick as mice, they scampered through the opening and into the hallway. Aha, they were free!
"What're we gonna do now?" Harry asked the boy standing behind him.
"I dunno. Wanna scare some people?"
"Yeah!" The raven-haired six year old thought that plan was awesome. Dudley scared him all the time even though he never got to scare anyone. Scaring someone should be fun if Dudley like it so much. His cousin always had the best of everything, so surely if he preferred something like this is was good. Wasn't it?
The two boys wandered through the corridors of Hogwarts until they spotted a lone Hufflepuff walking along. Yeah, their first victim! Muffling chuckles of joy, they took a few steps towards the brown-haired girl of thirteen.
Draco opened his mouth and let out a loud moan which he thought was quite scary. The girl hardly blinked an eye. Frustrated, he growled at her. She simply looked around and sighed. "Peeves, quit it."
Peeves. Who was Peeves? Harry was confused, but knew his chance to scare someone was now. As loudly as he could, he stamped his feet and made funny noises.
The girl didn't look quite so nonchalant now. Grinning maniacally, the two boys ran forward and crashed into her. She fell down in a tumble, looking around wildly. "Peeves, is that you? Show yourself!"
Angry at being named for a poltergeist, Draco yelled at her in his deepest, scratchiest voice. "I am not Peeves!"
Harry added, in a high-pitched voice, "Who is Peeves?"
She screamed, her brown eyes widening in fright. Perceptively shaking, the Hufflepuff got up and ran down the hall and disappeared around a corner. This left the two little boys shrieking in laughter.
After a few minutes they were on their way again, wandering through the mostly empty corridors of Hogwarts. They scared a few more people, mostly first years. Then, finally, they found themselves in front of the gargoyle that stood in front of the Headmaster's office. One thought ran through the boys' minds, "CANDY!!!"
The gargoyle didn't move and that caused them to scowl. They wanted candy! Why wouldn't this stupid thing move?
"I want lemon drops," Draco wailed, crossing is arms across his chest mutinously.
Harry glared and said, "Well I want some Dum Dums."
"Dum Dums, what're those?"
The emerald-eyed boy stared at his partner in mischief with amazement. He didn't know what Dum Dums were? "They're yummy lollipops in lotsa flavors. They got blue raspberry and rootbeer and watermelon and strawberry and lots more!"
Little Malfoy's mouth watered as the other kid named each flavor. Rootbeer was his most favorite thing in the whole world!
While Harry had explained all about the delicious suckers, the gargoyle had conveniently started moving to reveal the staircase to Professor Dumbledore's office. Excitedly, Harry and Draco ran up the winding stairs until they reached the cluttered room. It was empty, and right in the middle of the Headmaster's desk was the largest bowl of candy they'd ever seen. It was five times bigger than the one from yesterday! Amazingly, it held lemon drops and Dum Dums. How awesome was this?
Like greedy, little monkey's vying for bananas, the two six year olds hurled themselves at the bowl and began stuffing candy into their pockets. They had to reach out from under the robe to get the candy, but they didn't care. Besides, the room was empty, wasn't it?
After their pockets were full and they had a pound of candy stuffed down the front of their pajamas, they began stuffing candy into their mouths. For a full ten minutes they stood their stuffing their faces with the hard candy. It was kind of hard to be shoving fistfuls of lemon drops into mouths that already had two or three Dum Dums sticking out of them, but they managed.
The sound of the Headmaster's muffled voice from behind a bookcase caused the little boys to freeze. Frantically, they ran out of the office and down the spiraling stairs. They didn't stop until they were three corridors away.
"Wow, I thought we were goners," Harry breathed, speaking around the lollipops in his mouth. To be exact, a watermelon and a blue raspberry lollipop.
His partner in crime nodded, too busy munching on his rootbeer Dum Dums to talk. They sucked and chomped on their candy for a couple minutes, silent except for the sound of their crunching.
Bored now, they wandered off in search of something else they could do under the safety of their invisibility cloak. It didn't take the two troublemakers long. Or rather, it didn't take long for the perfect victim to make its way towards them.
Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, made her way along the corridor calmly. No students were around and she was free to roam in peace. . .or so she thought. She didn't expect two mischievous little children to be hiding under an invisibility cloak not four feet away.
"Wanna hex her? Like make her cough up hairballs for a week?" a blood- thirsty Malfoy whispered to his comrade.
The raven-haired boy shook his head. "That sounds too mean. Maybe something not so bad."
Hmm. Now what could they do? "I know! Petrificus Totalis! It par-par- para. . .oh darn! It makes the person not move."
Neat! Harry grinned his agreement to the blond-haired child. This was going to be fun. "Where'd you learn it?"
"My father. I froze a house elf."
Mrs. Norris heard whispering and was quite concerned that Peeves was around somewhere. That darned poltergeist was the bane of her existence! Always pulling her tail and scaring another life off her. It was bloody annoying.
Both boys got out their wands, which they hadn't let go of when Ron and Blaise had put them to bed. They'd somehow become very attached to the smooth, polished stick and couldn't bear to part with them even to sleep. And so they were instantly ready to cause even more trouble.
"Petrificus Totalis!" they shouted in unison, somehow managing to not mangle the words of the spell. Quite a feat for young Harry, who'd never cast a spell in his entire life.
Oh crap! The cat immeditely fell over, paralyzed. She still breathed, but couldn't move a muscle. It must be those darned kids Filch had been muttering about earlier. Couldn't someone lock them up in a playpen or something? She hated being petrified!
The highlight of this particular stunt came when Filch himself rounded the corner. He caught sight of his precious Mrs. Norris and went white with fear. "Mrs. Norris!"
He ran over to her and collapsed to his knees beside the body of his cat. Oh, poor kitty! "Mrs. Norris, wake up!"
The cat inwardly sighed. Her owner was so stupid sometimes. Oh wait, he was always stupid. Why couldn't she have been the cat of a wizard or witch? Why did she have to be stuck with a pathetic squib as useless as those two goons in Slytherin?
"It's back! I knew it was too good to be true that that rotten boy killed that horrible snake. It's back and it's out to get Mrs. Norris! And I might be next!" Filch started rambling, terrified beyond belief. The very mention of the basilisk scared the shit out of him!
His breathing harsh and his gaunt frame trembling with fear, the caretaker of the school gently picked up the petrified body of his cat and started running towards the infirmary as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. And to him, his own personal hell was surrounding him.
Silver and green eyes were wide with laughter as they watched the ugly man running away. This was more fun than they'd thought! And they didn't have to feel bad about it. No one had gotten hurt. A little petrification never hurt anyone.
With a few final chuckles, the two boys wandered off again in search of other mischief to cause at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Back up in the Gryffindor Tower, Blaise Zabini and Ron Weasley made their way into the dorm room to find two important things missing. Their charges were gone!
"Shit! Where'd they go?!" Ron exploded, looking around the room with a white-faced expression.
"How the fuck should I know?!" Blaise was as stunned as the redhead. How could the two boys managed to sneak out?
A look of dread on his freckled face, Ron made his way over to Harry's trunk. It was open, which was not the condition in which it had been left. Harry never left his trunk open, and the youngest male Weasley was utterly sure that yesterday morning had been no exception.
"Zabini?" His voice was small and full of worry.
The caramel-haired Slytherin gulped at the emotion in Weasley's voice. He walked over to where the taller boy was standing in front of Potter's trunk. "What?"
"Harry's invisibility cloak is gone."
Potter had an invisibility cloak? Whoa! . . .oh shit. The implications of it being missing hit him full-on in the stomach and he gasped. Two troublemaking six-year olds were loose in the school under an invisibility cloak? Merlin, save us!
"We've got to find them!" They burst out at exactly the same time, terrified urgency in their adolescent voices.
With speed reserved only for Seekers on their brooms during a Quidditch match, the two teenagers raced out of Gryffindor Tower in search of the missing kids. Their worst fears were being confirmed with each person they passed. At least four people were practically crying in fear about the invisible things that had terrorized them. The Headmaster was pacing in front of his office, a dazed expression on his wizened face. He was muttering something like, "How could all my candy be gone? Just gone! It disappeared, every last lemon drop and Dum Dum! And I was so looking forward to a late night snack. . ."
"They ate all his candy?" Ron was incredulous. He had a voracious appetite, but to eat Dumbledore's entire bowl of candy? Especially the gigantic bowl that everyone knew Dumbledore snacked on each night?
The next sight they saw was enough to made their blood run cold. Filch was stumbling around with a petrified Mrs. Norris in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face and he was rambling on about the bloody snake was back and out to get Mrs. Norris.
That definitely wasn't good. How in the seven circles of hell had Harry and Draco managed to cast Petrificus Totalis on the poor cat? It was mind-boggling! These monsters certainly knew how to cause trouble, that was for sure.
Meanwhile, the two boys that were the objects of Ron and Blaise's search were on the grounds and heading towards the Quidditch pitch. The stands looked so majestic and pretty, and the six year olds wanted to see exactly how tall they were.
"Look! Green and silver! My father says those are going to be my colors," Draco pointed out, excitement in his pure voice.
Harry grimaced at the blatantly cold colors. He much preferred the red and gold, especially since Ron wore those colors. "I like red and gold better."
"You want to be a Gryffindork? Waste of talent, my father says."
"Slytherins are icky! They're mean and ugly."
Tears pricked the little Malfoy's eyes as he heard the cruelty in the other boy's voice. He was going to be a Slytherin, and he wasn't mean or ugly? Was he?
Harry realized what he'd just said and heard the sniffling of his partner in crime. Darn it! How were they going to cause more trouble if Draco got mad at him?
"I'm sorry," he whispered, clenching his little fists tightly. He didn't like apologizing to the blond, but it wasn't like him to be mean in the first place. So, he had to apologize or feel guilty for being bad.
The silver-eyed child bit his lip in surprise. Someone was apolozing to him? No one ever apologized to him. His father said being sorry was just a weakness. So why did his heart feel so much lighter at those simple words? Why did he feel so much better if it was supposed to be a weakness?
Completely going against his breeding, he smiled at the emerald-eyed boy and said, "Apology accepted."
They shared a quiet smile of understanding. It went against their nature to do what they'd just done, but somehow they felt better for it. Maybe they weren't so different after all.
A door slamming caught their attention and like a predator sensing its prey, they turned towards the sound. The door to the showers had been closed, and the troublemakers knew what that meant. . .another victim!
Anticipation ran through their three foot tall bodies. On swift feet, they made their way over to the showers and into the place that was slowly starting to fill with steam. Their eyes narrowed in glee as they noticed not one, but two piles of clothing on the benches.
One of the shower stalls was closed and steam escaped from the top and bottom of the square cubicle. Muffled sounds were heard from within and the two little boys stared in shock as they saw the two inhabitants engage in a passionate kiss.
"But they're both guys," Draco gasped, scandalized.
Harry couldn't take his emerald eyes away from the sight of the two males kissing. Only their heads and lower legs were seen, but that was more than enough. The two guys' feet were pretty close and by the passionate kissing, it was certain that they were very close. Very close. And if the muffled moans and groans of pleasure were any indication, they were doing something bad.
"Only married people can do that," Harry said, his forehead wrinkling with confusion.
"And guys can't get married."
Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, the two six year olds turned away and tried to find something else to focus their attention on. Fortunately, there proved to be something much more interesting than the two males locked in an amorous embrace. Two brooms were perched against the wall and the sight of them mesmerized Harry and Draco. An instinctual longing rushed through them and they wanted them with all their being.
Uncaring that the owners of those brooms would probably be pretty angry later, the two boys grabbed the lovely pieces of wood and hurried out of the showers. They found their way onto the Quidditch pitch and looked around in amazement. This was where they belonged. There was no doubting their feelings of such belonging and security the sight of those stands rising majestically around them gave the boys.
They flung off the invisibility cloak and ran towards the center of the field. Harry was clueless as to how to operate the broom so he watched his fellow troublemaker.
Draco straddled the broom and bit his lip in concentration. He pushed off the ground and amazingly the broom lifted him into the air. A grin instantly crossed his young features, pleasure infusing his cheeks with a rosy tint.
Not to be left on the ground, the raven-haired boy did exactly what Draco had done and soon found himself in the air, albeit a little unsteadily. The broom was a bit big, but that didn't matter. He was in the air!
His extreme happiness caused his broom to float even higher and he shot forward. Immediately, he clutched the broom with both hands and leaned forward a little. Instincts shot into play and he soared through the air as if he were born to it.
The other boy was a little put-out that Harry had managed to start flying so easily. It had taken him two tries to fly so well when he was being taught at the age of four. His natural competitiveness rose within him and he shot up into the air with a shout of happiness.
They flew circles around each other, laughing and showing off. This was so fun! How could they have not wanted to do this earlier? Flying through the air was the most amazing feeling in the whole world!
At that very moment, Ron happened to look out a window that faced the Quidditch pitch and felt his entire life pass before his eyes. Two figures were flying out there, and they were too small to be anyone other than six year old Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
"Oh fuck!" Blaise gasped, following Weasley's gaze out to where their charges were zooming around on borrowed brooms. They'd be murdered if anything happened to them! And the ambitious Slytherin really liked his life. He didn't want to die! He was too young!
With their hearts racing with fear and their faces pale with trepidation, the two teens ran through the corridors of the school as fast as they could. Death was on their heels, and he wasn't a patient master. Those two reckless children had better be saved or else Death would have four more servants. That scenario was something Ron and Blaise desperately wanted to avoid.
Reaching the Quidditch Pitch in time to see the two boys perform the Wronski feint in unison, Ron and Blaise froze in terror. "We're doomed."
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This is turning out to be one of my favorite stories, and I didn't even have to cut anything out due to mature content. Yay! The antics of these two little boys is so fun to write so I hope you guys like reading it! Please review, and I'll talk to ya later!
AUTHOR: Roslyn Drycof
CHAPTER: Three: Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em
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 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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Whoever said that children are obedient creatures that don't have the mental capacity for cleverness clearly never met a six year old Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. The incident in the Great Hall left them with a feeling of comraderie. . .that certain kind that is shared between troublemakers. They may hate each other with the very essence of their being, but they know when to combine their efforts to create a helluva lot of trouble.
After supper, the two boys were sent to their bed and they surprisingly did exactly as they were told. They even fell asleep quite quickly, curling up next to each other like every other time they'd gone to bed. This obedience should have alerted their caretakers, but Ron and Blaise were lulled into a false sense of security. With the ignorance of man, they easily believed that the little tykes had become tired and simply fell asleep. That was their first mistake.
Not long after they left the room to play a game of Wizard's Chess, two pairs of eyes snapped open in the darkness. Mischief glinted in the silver and jade orbs of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, respectively. With the grace and silence of a cat, each boy got up and crawled out of the bed.
"They gotta be pretty stupid," little Draco whispered, a laugh in his voice.
His comrade grinned, revealing tiny teeth the color of pearls. "Yup."
Not caring that their bare feet were quickly getting cold, they made their way across the dimly lit dorm room. They were about to sneak out of the room when Harry caught sight of a shimmery thing hanging from the side of a closed trunk.
"Pretty. . ." he murmured, wandering over to the object of his attention.
Draco wrinkled his nose at his partner's lack of attention to the dangerous mission at hand, but soon followed the raven-haired boy. They both gasped in delight at the pretty fabric dangling out of the trunk.
Combing the efforts of their small arms, they managed to open the trunk and reveal the entirety of the cloth. Oh, it was so pretty!
A tanned hand reached out and grabbed the shimmery fabric, lifting it up and out of the trunk. He almost dropped it when he realized that his hands were gone. Eep! Where were they?!
Draco hastily grabbed the cloak and stared at it in wonder. "I know what this is! It's a imvisbilty cloak!"
"A what?"
"It makes it so other peole can't see you!" The blond-haired child was stunned that he had one of those precious cloaks he'd heard his father wishing for on more than one occasion. He had something his father didn't? Amazing!
"Ooh, I wanna try it on!" Harry sqealed, grabbing it.
Draco tugged on the cloak, trying to get the other boy to let go. "Me first!"
Suddenly, they heard the voices of Ron and Blaise and gasped. Oh no! They couldn't be discovered so soon! As quickly as their little legs could carry them, they scrambled onto the bed. Oh wait! The cloak! Desperately, they shoved the invisibility cloak under the covers and curled up next to each other, closing their eyes and relaxing their bodies.
The door opened and a red head popped into the room. Suspicious eyes scanned the darkened dorm room, but couldn't find anything wrong. They two youngsters were fast asleep on the bed, albeit in a different position than they'd originally been in. But everyone knew how much little kids tossed and turned, so that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He and Blaise must've been imagining things, a little jumpy over what had happened earlier.
Satisfied that everything was fine, he closed the door and shook his head at the caramel-haired teen standing next to him. "Nothing."
Blaise shrugged, "Must've been our imagination, then."
In agreement, they went back to the common room to continue their game. Ron was the undisputed champion of Wizard's Chess and yet Blaise was holding up well against him.This frustrated the second to youngest Weasley and he was pulling out all the stops against the sneaky Slytherin that just had to be cheating. Just, how was he doing it? No matter, he'd win, he was sure of it!
Once again, two pairs of eyes opened in the darkened dorm room. This time, though, they headed straight for the door without any interruptions. Putting the cloak over both of them, they tiptoed down the stairs and entered the Gryffindor common room. They just barely managed to hide giggles of glee at how well they were pulling this stunt off. The fact that they were right in the middle of everybody and no one could see them was also quite funny.
Quietly, they walked over to the opening of the common room. Luckily, a second year had just opened it and stepped through. As quick as mice, they scampered through the opening and into the hallway. Aha, they were free!
"What're we gonna do now?" Harry asked the boy standing behind him.
"I dunno. Wanna scare some people?"
"Yeah!" The raven-haired six year old thought that plan was awesome. Dudley scared him all the time even though he never got to scare anyone. Scaring someone should be fun if Dudley like it so much. His cousin always had the best of everything, so surely if he preferred something like this is was good. Wasn't it?
The two boys wandered through the corridors of Hogwarts until they spotted a lone Hufflepuff walking along. Yeah, their first victim! Muffling chuckles of joy, they took a few steps towards the brown-haired girl of thirteen.
Draco opened his mouth and let out a loud moan which he thought was quite scary. The girl hardly blinked an eye. Frustrated, he growled at her. She simply looked around and sighed. "Peeves, quit it."
Peeves. Who was Peeves? Harry was confused, but knew his chance to scare someone was now. As loudly as he could, he stamped his feet and made funny noises.
The girl didn't look quite so nonchalant now. Grinning maniacally, the two boys ran forward and crashed into her. She fell down in a tumble, looking around wildly. "Peeves, is that you? Show yourself!"
Angry at being named for a poltergeist, Draco yelled at her in his deepest, scratchiest voice. "I am not Peeves!"
Harry added, in a high-pitched voice, "Who is Peeves?"
She screamed, her brown eyes widening in fright. Perceptively shaking, the Hufflepuff got up and ran down the hall and disappeared around a corner. This left the two little boys shrieking in laughter.
After a few minutes they were on their way again, wandering through the mostly empty corridors of Hogwarts. They scared a few more people, mostly first years. Then, finally, they found themselves in front of the gargoyle that stood in front of the Headmaster's office. One thought ran through the boys' minds, "CANDY!!!"
The gargoyle didn't move and that caused them to scowl. They wanted candy! Why wouldn't this stupid thing move?
"I want lemon drops," Draco wailed, crossing is arms across his chest mutinously.
Harry glared and said, "Well I want some Dum Dums."
"Dum Dums, what're those?"
The emerald-eyed boy stared at his partner in mischief with amazement. He didn't know what Dum Dums were? "They're yummy lollipops in lotsa flavors. They got blue raspberry and rootbeer and watermelon and strawberry and lots more!"
Little Malfoy's mouth watered as the other kid named each flavor. Rootbeer was his most favorite thing in the whole world!
While Harry had explained all about the delicious suckers, the gargoyle had conveniently started moving to reveal the staircase to Professor Dumbledore's office. Excitedly, Harry and Draco ran up the winding stairs until they reached the cluttered room. It was empty, and right in the middle of the Headmaster's desk was the largest bowl of candy they'd ever seen. It was five times bigger than the one from yesterday! Amazingly, it held lemon drops and Dum Dums. How awesome was this?
Like greedy, little monkey's vying for bananas, the two six year olds hurled themselves at the bowl and began stuffing candy into their pockets. They had to reach out from under the robe to get the candy, but they didn't care. Besides, the room was empty, wasn't it?
After their pockets were full and they had a pound of candy stuffed down the front of their pajamas, they began stuffing candy into their mouths. For a full ten minutes they stood their stuffing their faces with the hard candy. It was kind of hard to be shoving fistfuls of lemon drops into mouths that already had two or three Dum Dums sticking out of them, but they managed.
The sound of the Headmaster's muffled voice from behind a bookcase caused the little boys to freeze. Frantically, they ran out of the office and down the spiraling stairs. They didn't stop until they were three corridors away.
"Wow, I thought we were goners," Harry breathed, speaking around the lollipops in his mouth. To be exact, a watermelon and a blue raspberry lollipop.
His partner in crime nodded, too busy munching on his rootbeer Dum Dums to talk. They sucked and chomped on their candy for a couple minutes, silent except for the sound of their crunching.
Bored now, they wandered off in search of something else they could do under the safety of their invisibility cloak. It didn't take the two troublemakers long. Or rather, it didn't take long for the perfect victim to make its way towards them.
Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, made her way along the corridor calmly. No students were around and she was free to roam in peace. . .or so she thought. She didn't expect two mischievous little children to be hiding under an invisibility cloak not four feet away.
"Wanna hex her? Like make her cough up hairballs for a week?" a blood- thirsty Malfoy whispered to his comrade.
The raven-haired boy shook his head. "That sounds too mean. Maybe something not so bad."
Hmm. Now what could they do? "I know! Petrificus Totalis! It par-par- para. . .oh darn! It makes the person not move."
Neat! Harry grinned his agreement to the blond-haired child. This was going to be fun. "Where'd you learn it?"
"My father. I froze a house elf."
Mrs. Norris heard whispering and was quite concerned that Peeves was around somewhere. That darned poltergeist was the bane of her existence! Always pulling her tail and scaring another life off her. It was bloody annoying.
Both boys got out their wands, which they hadn't let go of when Ron and Blaise had put them to bed. They'd somehow become very attached to the smooth, polished stick and couldn't bear to part with them even to sleep. And so they were instantly ready to cause even more trouble.
"Petrificus Totalis!" they shouted in unison, somehow managing to not mangle the words of the spell. Quite a feat for young Harry, who'd never cast a spell in his entire life.
Oh crap! The cat immeditely fell over, paralyzed. She still breathed, but couldn't move a muscle. It must be those darned kids Filch had been muttering about earlier. Couldn't someone lock them up in a playpen or something? She hated being petrified!
The highlight of this particular stunt came when Filch himself rounded the corner. He caught sight of his precious Mrs. Norris and went white with fear. "Mrs. Norris!"
He ran over to her and collapsed to his knees beside the body of his cat. Oh, poor kitty! "Mrs. Norris, wake up!"
The cat inwardly sighed. Her owner was so stupid sometimes. Oh wait, he was always stupid. Why couldn't she have been the cat of a wizard or witch? Why did she have to be stuck with a pathetic squib as useless as those two goons in Slytherin?
"It's back! I knew it was too good to be true that that rotten boy killed that horrible snake. It's back and it's out to get Mrs. Norris! And I might be next!" Filch started rambling, terrified beyond belief. The very mention of the basilisk scared the shit out of him!
His breathing harsh and his gaunt frame trembling with fear, the caretaker of the school gently picked up the petrified body of his cat and started running towards the infirmary as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. And to him, his own personal hell was surrounding him.
Silver and green eyes were wide with laughter as they watched the ugly man running away. This was more fun than they'd thought! And they didn't have to feel bad about it. No one had gotten hurt. A little petrification never hurt anyone.
With a few final chuckles, the two boys wandered off again in search of other mischief to cause at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Back up in the Gryffindor Tower, Blaise Zabini and Ron Weasley made their way into the dorm room to find two important things missing. Their charges were gone!
"Shit! Where'd they go?!" Ron exploded, looking around the room with a white-faced expression.
"How the fuck should I know?!" Blaise was as stunned as the redhead. How could the two boys managed to sneak out?
A look of dread on his freckled face, Ron made his way over to Harry's trunk. It was open, which was not the condition in which it had been left. Harry never left his trunk open, and the youngest male Weasley was utterly sure that yesterday morning had been no exception.
"Zabini?" His voice was small and full of worry.
The caramel-haired Slytherin gulped at the emotion in Weasley's voice. He walked over to where the taller boy was standing in front of Potter's trunk. "What?"
"Harry's invisibility cloak is gone."
Potter had an invisibility cloak? Whoa! . . .oh shit. The implications of it being missing hit him full-on in the stomach and he gasped. Two troublemaking six-year olds were loose in the school under an invisibility cloak? Merlin, save us!
"We've got to find them!" They burst out at exactly the same time, terrified urgency in their adolescent voices.
With speed reserved only for Seekers on their brooms during a Quidditch match, the two teenagers raced out of Gryffindor Tower in search of the missing kids. Their worst fears were being confirmed with each person they passed. At least four people were practically crying in fear about the invisible things that had terrorized them. The Headmaster was pacing in front of his office, a dazed expression on his wizened face. He was muttering something like, "How could all my candy be gone? Just gone! It disappeared, every last lemon drop and Dum Dum! And I was so looking forward to a late night snack. . ."
"They ate all his candy?" Ron was incredulous. He had a voracious appetite, but to eat Dumbledore's entire bowl of candy? Especially the gigantic bowl that everyone knew Dumbledore snacked on each night?
The next sight they saw was enough to made their blood run cold. Filch was stumbling around with a petrified Mrs. Norris in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face and he was rambling on about the bloody snake was back and out to get Mrs. Norris.
That definitely wasn't good. How in the seven circles of hell had Harry and Draco managed to cast Petrificus Totalis on the poor cat? It was mind-boggling! These monsters certainly knew how to cause trouble, that was for sure.
Meanwhile, the two boys that were the objects of Ron and Blaise's search were on the grounds and heading towards the Quidditch pitch. The stands looked so majestic and pretty, and the six year olds wanted to see exactly how tall they were.
"Look! Green and silver! My father says those are going to be my colors," Draco pointed out, excitement in his pure voice.
Harry grimaced at the blatantly cold colors. He much preferred the red and gold, especially since Ron wore those colors. "I like red and gold better."
"You want to be a Gryffindork? Waste of talent, my father says."
"Slytherins are icky! They're mean and ugly."
Tears pricked the little Malfoy's eyes as he heard the cruelty in the other boy's voice. He was going to be a Slytherin, and he wasn't mean or ugly? Was he?
Harry realized what he'd just said and heard the sniffling of his partner in crime. Darn it! How were they going to cause more trouble if Draco got mad at him?
"I'm sorry," he whispered, clenching his little fists tightly. He didn't like apologizing to the blond, but it wasn't like him to be mean in the first place. So, he had to apologize or feel guilty for being bad.
The silver-eyed child bit his lip in surprise. Someone was apolozing to him? No one ever apologized to him. His father said being sorry was just a weakness. So why did his heart feel so much lighter at those simple words? Why did he feel so much better if it was supposed to be a weakness?
Completely going against his breeding, he smiled at the emerald-eyed boy and said, "Apology accepted."
They shared a quiet smile of understanding. It went against their nature to do what they'd just done, but somehow they felt better for it. Maybe they weren't so different after all.
A door slamming caught their attention and like a predator sensing its prey, they turned towards the sound. The door to the showers had been closed, and the troublemakers knew what that meant. . .another victim!
Anticipation ran through their three foot tall bodies. On swift feet, they made their way over to the showers and into the place that was slowly starting to fill with steam. Their eyes narrowed in glee as they noticed not one, but two piles of clothing on the benches.
One of the shower stalls was closed and steam escaped from the top and bottom of the square cubicle. Muffled sounds were heard from within and the two little boys stared in shock as they saw the two inhabitants engage in a passionate kiss.
"But they're both guys," Draco gasped, scandalized.
Harry couldn't take his emerald eyes away from the sight of the two males kissing. Only their heads and lower legs were seen, but that was more than enough. The two guys' feet were pretty close and by the passionate kissing, it was certain that they were very close. Very close. And if the muffled moans and groans of pleasure were any indication, they were doing something bad.
"Only married people can do that," Harry said, his forehead wrinkling with confusion.
"And guys can't get married."
Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, the two six year olds turned away and tried to find something else to focus their attention on. Fortunately, there proved to be something much more interesting than the two males locked in an amorous embrace. Two brooms were perched against the wall and the sight of them mesmerized Harry and Draco. An instinctual longing rushed through them and they wanted them with all their being.
Uncaring that the owners of those brooms would probably be pretty angry later, the two boys grabbed the lovely pieces of wood and hurried out of the showers. They found their way onto the Quidditch pitch and looked around in amazement. This was where they belonged. There was no doubting their feelings of such belonging and security the sight of those stands rising majestically around them gave the boys.
They flung off the invisibility cloak and ran towards the center of the field. Harry was clueless as to how to operate the broom so he watched his fellow troublemaker.
Draco straddled the broom and bit his lip in concentration. He pushed off the ground and amazingly the broom lifted him into the air. A grin instantly crossed his young features, pleasure infusing his cheeks with a rosy tint.
Not to be left on the ground, the raven-haired boy did exactly what Draco had done and soon found himself in the air, albeit a little unsteadily. The broom was a bit big, but that didn't matter. He was in the air!
His extreme happiness caused his broom to float even higher and he shot forward. Immediately, he clutched the broom with both hands and leaned forward a little. Instincts shot into play and he soared through the air as if he were born to it.
The other boy was a little put-out that Harry had managed to start flying so easily. It had taken him two tries to fly so well when he was being taught at the age of four. His natural competitiveness rose within him and he shot up into the air with a shout of happiness.
They flew circles around each other, laughing and showing off. This was so fun! How could they have not wanted to do this earlier? Flying through the air was the most amazing feeling in the whole world!
At that very moment, Ron happened to look out a window that faced the Quidditch pitch and felt his entire life pass before his eyes. Two figures were flying out there, and they were too small to be anyone other than six year old Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
"Oh fuck!" Blaise gasped, following Weasley's gaze out to where their charges were zooming around on borrowed brooms. They'd be murdered if anything happened to them! And the ambitious Slytherin really liked his life. He didn't want to die! He was too young!
With their hearts racing with fear and their faces pale with trepidation, the two teens ran through the corridors of the school as fast as they could. Death was on their heels, and he wasn't a patient master. Those two reckless children had better be saved or else Death would have four more servants. That scenario was something Ron and Blaise desperately wanted to avoid.
Reaching the Quidditch Pitch in time to see the two boys perform the Wronski feint in unison, Ron and Blaise froze in terror. "We're doomed."
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This is turning out to be one of my favorite stories, and I didn't even have to cut anything out due to mature content. Yay! The antics of these two little boys is so fun to write so I hope you guys like reading it! Please review, and I'll talk to ya later!