O , yeah can't forget to say that , Harry potter is not mine Dammit!!!
Authors note: The boys age approximately a year each night while they are sleeping...
Draco woke to the sound of someone humming a sad tune. It reminded him that something was missing. ( Harry? yea he always sleeps in my bed.) He turned around reluctantly and stared to his right, where the sound was coming from.
He noticed Harry staring out the window. 'So- that is where the humming is coming from!' He watched Harry's breath fog up the window with each note he hummed. The child was now 4 ½ years old and was gazing longingly out the window. "Morning." Draco said as he slid off the bed and padded toward Harry.
Harry looked at him sadly. Being in the infirmary was beginning to irritate Draco to the point he couldn't stand it any longer. "What's wrong?" Draco asked as he felt sadness radiating off of the younger boy.
"I'm tired of being in here, Draco. Can we go outside and play?"
Draco looked a bit startled. He had never heard Harry say anything before about missing the outdoors. Draco threw his arm around the smaller child. "Ya' know what?" He whispered to Harry, a mischievous look on his face. "Let's try to sneak out."
Harry's eyes lit up when Draco brought his finger to his lips to indicate the need to be quiet.
Harry and Draco both noticed sets of clothes that had been left at the bottom of Harry's old bed. They quickly put on the warm sweaters, jeans and Hats. Whoever had left the sweaters had color coordinated them with the boys' eyes. Harry's sweater was green and Draco's was silver.
Hand-in-hand, they quietly tip toed from the infirmary. Considering it was quite early in the morning, somewhere around 6ish, there weren't any students on the grounds or wandering around in the hallways. Actually, the whole place was dead silent. Draco pointed to a door, "I think that leads to out side."
Harry nodded, he was walking with a slight bounce in his step, knowing that he was finally going to go outside where he could explore uncharted territory. He pushed the door open for Draco with all his five-year-old strength.
Suddenly a cold blast of air hit their faces and made them shiver, both at the coldness and with delight. Harry made a little squeak and lightly walked through the door. He looked around, amazed by the winter wonderland and smiled brightly.
Draco just watched him contently. He felt that Harry was his to protect. Conversely, he remembered a dream he had had the other night. He remembered himself and Harry as their older selves, seeing him and Harry fighting and hating each other. He couldn't believe the dream. He didn't want it to happen. Harry was his best mate and nothing was going to change that. He was determined to protect Harry and try not to argue too much. He would make sure that his dream wouldn't come true.
Harry picked up some snow and looked mischievously at Draco. "No, oh no, don't!" Draco shrieked. A mouth full of snow was what he was landed with. Draco got that evil glint in his eyes and started to lunge for Harry. "Revenge!" He screamed in a battle cry.
Harry made a squeaky noise and ran from him, waddling because the snow was almost up to his waist. He didn't get far before Draco tackled him and shoved a fist full of snow down his shirt. Harry let out a scream as he felt the freezing cold ice melt over his body. Pushing Draco off of him he grasped another hand full of snow and retaliated.
They played the rest of the morning; running away from each other, throwing snowballs, and squealing in delight. They were happy that they were finally able to go out side.
In the infirmary office Poppy was up and just getting ready when the Headmaster dropped by. The medi-witch looked startled by Dumbledore's twinkling eyes.
"How are my two favorite students?" The Headmaster asked as he twinkled brightly. He found this whole thing amusing. Considering the other day and how Draco was acting toward Harry- all affectionate like, the whole situation plainly amused the old man. The only thing he didn't like was the fact that two of Voldemort's men came after Harry and had not been detected. Well, technically, they were two doxys. But still they where after Harry and that meant Voldemort would probably send more of these magical animals after him once he had placed them under his spell. He would have to go to the dungeon and try to get some more information about them before others destroyed them. Somehow he would have to keep an eye on the two of them.
The other thing that scared him was 'what was the liquid in the muggle needle?' Before he came to see his two students he made sure to ward a part of the dungeons so they couldn't escape and no one but himself and Snape can go in there to interrogate the two young men.
Poppy looked up and smiled. "They didn't wake up last night so they missed dinner. But you should have seen it, Albus! They were both snuggled in the same bed sleeping so peacefully together." She rambled answering Dumbledore's earlier question. She smiled happily and whistled as she began grabbing potions and healing salves for the other patients who were also occupying the infirmary.
"Last night I went to check on them because little Harry was having a nightmare. At least that is what I think was going on." She stopped and furrowed her brow as she looked straight into the Head masters eyes. "They grew right in front of my eyes. According to my theory, which I worked out last night, they just aged a whole year older. I believe Little Harry and Draco are now somewhere around 4 ½ to 5 years old."
Dumbledore nodded his head. He believed her. Then an idea struck him. "You don't believe that they think they have been here for a year do you?" Dumbledore's insides turned into a cold frigid winter. If they thought they have been here for a year he know that they would be longing to get out.
Seeing as the Headmaster and Poppy were boths on the same channel, they ran. More like Dumbledore glided and Madam Pomphrey stumbled towards their separate beds. "Oh!" Poppy said as she saw their empty beds. She didn't want to panic. Maybe they went to the bathroom. No, wait! They couldn't have gone to the bathroom because they didn't know where it was. She didn't see Dumbledore go past her as she stared at the beds hoping the answer to where they were would suddenly become clear to her. When she heard a chuckle she quickly went to the headmasters side. "Headmaster, I assure you this is not a laughing matter!"
"Yes, Poppy, I believe it is." He said as he indicated the two children outside with the wave of his hand. Harry just got plummeted with a snowball and began crying because he had fallen on his butt at the same time.
Outside, the boys were still playing. Swoosh! One of the snowballs narrowly missed Draco's left ear. He laughed freely and taunted Harry that he had missed. He sent a gust of wind that brought a light puff of snow to Harry's face. When it hit his face, Harry sputtered, "No fair! You used your magic."
Draco shrugged his shoulders and sent another burst of raw silver magic to make the snow sweep up and hit Harry in the face again. Not expecting the wind to be strong enough to push the child over or a piece of ice to come with the wind. He jumped when he heard a small cry. "What's wrong?" Draco ran to the younger boy. He saw a tiny cut above the emerald eyes that where about to shed tears. "Oh come on, don't cry."
Harry huffed. "I'm not gong to cry."
Draco rolled his eyes and wiped the blood away for Harry then smiled and poked Harry's nose in triumph. "Yes, you were!"
"No huh."
"Yay huh."
"nohuh!"
"Ya huh!"
"No way!"
"Yes ser!" Draco stared, disbelieving, when suddenly Harry's own raw magic copied his and sent a cloud of snow into Draco's face and up his nose. "Hey!" He was about to retaliate when he noticed that Harry was no longer in front of him. Draco felt his whole body prickle up and looked around fervently.
He was searching frantically when he heard a giggle. Knowing that giggle any where, an evil smirk spread a cross his face. Slightly to his right he saw the snow move as if it were alive and breathing at the moment. He tiptoed to the pile and jumped on it forcing Harry to lose his breath..
"Found ya!" Draco said as he lay down beside Harry and began making a snow angel.
Harry pouted and started to make one also. "How did you find me?" He asked curiously before closing his eyes as the sun peeked brightly from out behind some clouds.
"Very easy. I never heard snow giggle or move before." Then as a long shadow descended on the two of them he added, Did it just get darker out here?"
"Ahem!" Dumbledore said as he looked down at the children. He laughed as Draco 'epped' and Harry blinked, too surprised to say any thing. "Come in children. It is getting cold."
Harry was very reluctant to obey. He had been in the infirmary for ages and didn't want to go back in. He was about to voice his thoughts but Draco beat him to the point. "I don't wanna, we've been in that stupid infirmary forever. Why don't you ever let us out?" Draco pouted and crossed his arms.
"But you're going to start classes today ,we don't want you to fall behind in your studies." Dumbledore turned around and began to make his way back inside the castle, fully expecting them to follow. Reluctantly they did.
Harry remembered something Draco said, he was sure that they didn't start Hogwarts for a while. Then why were they going to fall behind in their studies, it was getting confusing. Draco also thought that this was slightly confusing. He looked at Harry and shrugged his shoulders.
The headmaster led them to the hall. Harry immediately began staring at the ceiling. He was filled with awe and delight with how it sparkled and imitated the outside. He smiled blissfully as the pretend snow fell but disappeared before touching the ground. He loved the way it vanished half way through the fall.
Draco smiled at Harry and looked up at the wonder too. When they finally stop admiring the spectacle they noticed that a lot of people were looking at them curiously. Some girls giggled in delight when Draco reached over and grasped Harry's hand.
"You may sit where ever you like." The Headmaster waved at the four long tables then let them to make their choice.
Draco nodded to the headmaster then looked around the room. He recognized some faces: like the girl with bushy brown hair. He remembered he hit her with his raw magic about a year ago. Then he saw his uncle sitting at the high table looking down at him. He knew his uncle wasn't sneering at him. He saw the kindness in his eyes. He turned back to Harry and asked, "Where would you like to sit?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders unsure of what to do. There were a lot of people staring at them.
"All right then, what is your favorite color?" Draco asked as he looked at the different house colors.
"White, grey and green." Harry answered attentively. That narrowed it down to the back table- the Slytherin table. The table, which in Draco's opinion, consisted of blocky men, fat women, and only occasionally lithe normal looking people. But generally Draco didn't care. He thought if he could get some of those people in his side, which would mean a little more protection for him and Harry because he didn't like the looks he and Harry were garnering from most of the school.
He tugged on Harry's hand and moved towards the table. The table went silent, but no one said any thing when Draco made room for him and Harry to sit next to a Black haired girl. She reminded him of some one, but he didn't comment. He looked around and grabbed some eggs from the plate in front of him and passed it to Harry.
When little Draco and little Harry entered the hall Pansy's fork dropped as she started at the two little boys in awe. She figured that the two of them would have been cured by now. Her best friend was turned into a little boy, and she knew that if Lucuis should find out all hell would break loose. She watched the two kids as they headed for her table and noticed the Weasley gaping at where young Harry was headed. She was in mild shock that Draco sat next to her and was even more confused that the Slytherins moved without being told.
The whole table was silent, unsure of what to do. "Hello, Draco." Pansy was not sure if she was going to scare the child or not. She noticed that Draco's eyes widened considerably as he looked at her.
When Draco heard her speak his name he automatically knew who she was. "Pansy?" He asked as he took a careful look at her. He examined her features, trying to make sure it was really her. When she nodded he stated, "Ok, it really is you." He wasn't quite sure of what to make of this: his childhood best friend was now looking as if she was 16 years old. Much, much older than he was!
"Umm, yes, Draco. It is me." She acknowledged, not too sure how to precede with this conversation.
"You're so old!" Draco took the sting out of his words though by putting his hand on her face and caressing it affectionately. He was in awe of the change in his life long friend. .
"Thanks, Draco. That's definitely what I wanted to hear. Yes I am older." She could see the confusion stirring in Draco's eyes. She noticed that Harry had also abandoned his food in order to stare at her curiously. She could tell that the two boys where holding each others hand under the table.
"But why?" Draco finally asked after a long moment of silence.
Pansy smiled sadly when she noticed Professor Snape signaling her not to answer the question "Unfortunately, that is not my place." She was relieved when the bell rang twice indicating that classes would begin in 10 minutes. All the students were slowly getting up, groaning and heading out..
Professor Snape approached Pansy and to the two boys. "I hope you don't mind Ms. Parkinson, but could you please escort these two children to your classes? They will be following the same class schedule as you until they both grow older."
Pansy nodded her head then wished she hadn't. Her head began hurting while doing said action. It hurt way too much with a fleeting headache coming her way!
"And Ms. Parkinson, after lunch break, I would like for you to bring them to my office. We need to have a discussion regarding your new role in their lives."
Pansy groaned. She knew what Snape was hinting at. "Yes, Professor Snape, Sir."
While this conversation went on Harry and Draco where having their own conversation. "So who is she?" The worried look on Draco's face had prompted Harry to ask the question.
"She is my friend! My best friend when I was younger... I've known her longer than I known you. But now she is so old! I'm confused about why too."
Harry looked slightly 'put out' that Draco had a best friend and it wasn't him. But he quickly stored that information in the back of his mind for later. "Yes, I've been getting that to. I am beginning to wonder if this is really our real age. I woke up last night from a nightmare- it had to do with some creepy old guy named Lord Vorledmartis ??? I don't know but he was so... like "I'M GONNNA KILL YOU!" and all that junk. It was weird 'cause I didn't see his face but it felt real enough."
Draco looked thoughtful. "Lord Vorldemortis? Hmm... sounds like a cereal box."
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"Yep Lord Voldies. 'O's They are magically delicious." Draco said with an Irish accent. (or is that Scottish ??) (Beta says, "Yes, it's Irish.)
Harry didn't know why but he laughed until he had tears in his eyes. "What a stupid name." He finally gasped out.
Draco nodded his head in agreement while wiping his own tears away. "you are right ... ha ha... It must stink to have that name."
Snape looked down to hear what the two children where talking about. When his 'nephew' said Lord Voldies ... he almost couldn't contain his own laughter. 'Oh, that was a good one.' he thought. He would have to put it on his list of 101 ways to make fun of He who must not be Named.
I will update sooner if I get more reviews , I really don't care which ones. In the next chapter, There will be more discussion about the two doxys. So don't forget about Tiedashi and Sniper..