Disclaimer: I don't own it. Wish I did but I don't. Oh well, such is life.

Pairing: Harry/Draco eventually…

Spoilers: up to and including Ootp (I starting writing this before the 6th book came out, so I'm gonna do what I normally do to something I'm annoyed at – ignore it. ;P

A/N: Hey people! Hope you like this, I don't think anyones done anything like it, I could be wrong but if so I haven't read one. Hope you enjoy it, I'll let you get on with reading.

A/N2: oh if possible could you review and tell me if I need to fix anything? This is my first HP (and pretty much of anything) fanfic. So I'd be really grateful if you could.

Chapter 1 - Baby Shower

"Luciussss! You have displeased me, allowing yourself to be captured by Potter! Perhaps I should have left you to waste in Azkaban, since you seem unable to serve your lord. You have failed me for the lasst time Luciusss, your punishment shall have to be far harder then before won't it my pet?"

Lucius Malfoy, curled into a bloody ball at his master's feet could only wimper in response, his vocal cords already raw from screaming. This however was evidently the wrong answer as Malfoy was again subjected to the criticus.

"Your wife it seems has agreed with me, Lucius." hissed Voldemort. "She unlike yourself was quite willing to offer me your son in exchange for my favours. A son it seems Lucius that you have tried very hard to keep from me. A true servant of mine does not try to hide things from me Lucius! As such I feel it is fitting for you to watch as your son suffers your punishment, don't you Lucius?"

Luckily Voldemort did not seem to expect a reply as a few seconds later he called for Nott to bring in Draco. Lucius could only watch in horror as his son, his dragon was dragged in, bloody and bruised, it was evident that they did not expect him to attempt to escape, as his barely living carcass was dropped next to Lucius.

"Daddy..."

Lucius stared as one of his son's eyes cracked open, revealing the silver orbs within, so like his fathers. However before he could attempt to say anything his attention was drawn again to Voldemort, who was 'lovingly' explaining what, was to happen.

"You Lucius despite your failures shall be given a great privilege; I shall allow you to witness my masterpiece, one I shall use to finally destroy Potter! Your sson shall have the joy of being the first to tesst it. I believe thirty yearsss off should be sufficient. Your son will be de-aged Lucius, to before he was even conceived. You should be pleased Lucius in a few moments your son will no longer exist!"

His master was insane! How did he think that killing his son would convince him to continue serving him! Lucius couldn't let that happen, he may be a bastard but he wasn't going to allow Voldemort to punish Draco for his mistakes! After all in the end blood was thicker then water.

Voldemort seemed to find his dilemma amusing as he pointed his wand at Draco Malfoy curled up in a bloody heap next to his father, as if searching comfort from a man that to all appearances was incapable of giving it.

"DEDUCO AETAS TRICIES ANNUMSIUM!" shrieked Voldemort as a beam of purple light shot towards Draco.

In the seconds it took for the light beam to reach Draco, Lucius Malfoy's long forgotten parental instincts kicked in. Rolling himself onto top of his son, as the light hit, he allowed himself one pleased thought of the expression of shock on his ex-Lords face before blacking out.

Voldemort and his assembled deatheaters stared in shock and outrage as the once second in command started shrinking before their eyes, his tattered black robes falling around the small body and the blonde underneath him.

Chaos reigned.

As Voldemort started cursing his deatheaters left and right in anger, all one very sore Draco Malfoy could do was pull the little body of the four year old blonde closer and wish with all his might that he was safe at home in bed and that none of this had happened, his father wasn't really now a child, his mother hadn't betrayed them and mostly, that he still had a home to go too...

Magic is a funny thing. Although many witches and wizards believe themselves better then children, because they know more spells and believe they have no needs of such basic wants, in truth they have forgotten what magic's really like, a feeling of love and safety, a feeling of need. For a child, through just their emotions and wishes, they can achieve some of the greatest of magic's. And although Draco Malfoy may too have forgotten the true essence of magic, his subconscious had not. So when he made that wish to take his father and himself home, his magic did it's best to make it possible.

It was at least an hour before any of the deatheaters noticed the two missing blondes. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.

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