Chapter Six
Hermione, Ginny, and Neville met up at the corridor that led to the infirmary. Hermione and Neville were escapees from the study hall that had taken the place of potions since Professor Snape was still sick with the flu, and Ginny had faked an illness. They hadn't included Ron in their plan to meet. He was still sulking.
But Hermione knew what Ginny said yesterday at breakfast wasn't true. Ron didn't think Harry was faking it, his attitude stemmed from his frustration that his friend was in trouble and he couldn't do anything. But giving in to his emotions like that made him useless if there was a chance to help Harry, and especially useless while undertaking the task of actively seeking a chance to help Harry while going against Dumbledore to do so.
"Are you sure about this?" Neville questioned quietly. His voice was steady. He wasn't nervous or backing out, but just wanted to be sure they were firm in their decision.
"I respect Dumbledore," Hermione answered back grimly, "but I don't think he is capable of making decisions about what is best for Harry in this matter. He was seriously wrong before and that's what led to Harry's condition now. You saw him back in his office. He looked like he would shatter any moment. I'm not listening to his advice to not visit Harry. He won't get better that way."
"I agree." Ginny nodded. "Dumbledore has too many other things taking up his attention to see every little angle to what has brought Harry to this. And without recognizing the cause, he can't truly help."
"But it's Snape that is in charge of Harry's treatment, not Dumbledore." Neville pointed out.
"Dumbledore leans hard on Snape." Hermione frowned. "I haven't seen to my satisfaction that he is capable of knowing what's best for Harry either."
"And he's a spy on top of being a teacher on top of having Dumbledore as his mentor and boss." Ginny said tiredly. "He has almost as much on his plate as Dumbledore. Harry needs constant care."
"And we've been with him through it all. We know what he's been through. We can help." Hermione said with utter confidence. "He needs us."
"Then let's go." Neville led the way to the doors. "I'll distract Pomfrey and you two slip in to see Harry."
"Thanks, Neville." Ginny kissed his cheek soundly.
The boy smiled back at her and went to push the doors open. His hands met something halfway there. There was a startled gasp and an invisibility cloak slid off of Pansy Parkinson. Her brown eyes went wide and she quickly hushed them with frantic gestures of her hands. Hermione abruptly shut her mouth. She wasn't sure what it was about her, but Pansy seemed to sincerely need them to keep silent.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked in a breathy whisper, her constantans muted somehow. Her voice barely carried the six inches or so to Pansy's ears.
In answer, Pansy slowly reached toward them with her wand. The Gryffindors tensed, but the look on her face made them stay still. The blonde Slytherin didn't look like herself. In fact, if they didn't know better they would never have recognized their fellow classmate, for in that moment Pansy's face was open and vulnerable, all her masks fallen. The wand touched each of them, and suddenly they could hear voices in their heads. Pansy pointed to the infirmary door meaningfully. Hermione nodded in understanding. They were hearing the conversation within.
"….called me Daddy, so he can't remember everything." Snape's voice said tiredly. "But he knew we aren't in Malfoy Manor and mentioned his mother. He said she was at home, and it sounded like a guess more than anything."
"So their memories haven't been wiped completely clear." Pomfrey said thoughtfully. "But both of their minds have been altered drastically, so trauma is expected. Maybe their memories will become clearer when they adjust to the effects of the spell gone awry."
"Or they could only remember the basics and build from there." Dumbledore said hopefully.
"You shouldn't hope for that." Snape snapped irritably. "At least not in Draco's case. My godson worked hard this summer to rebuild himself. All that work to grow and become a person worthy of respect shouldn't be thrown away so lightly."
"But if it erased the memories of what Harry endured," Dumbledore said gently. "Surely it's worth it."
"It's murder in a way." Pomfrey said softly, almost reluctantly. "Who they were could be gone forever. They won't ever be the Harry and Draco everyone knew. They will be different people."
"No. It is still them." Dumbledore said firmly. "Their souls are their own. What makes them who they are deep down inside is as it's always been, will always be. It is just the outer shell of the soul that has changed; their personalities unmolded, ready to be shaped again by their environment and how they choose to interact with it."
"They didn't choose for their minds to be wiped to the level of four year olds." Severus ground out.
"It is for the best. Everything happens for a reason. Especially around Harry."
"This might be a pointless discussion." Pomfrey cut in reasonably. "They could remember everything already or it could all come back with time."
"You said the spell can't be reversed. All traces of the spell have gone completely, and that means nothing to try and unravel or correct." Severus' voiced sounded closer and the four teenagers tensed, but none made as if to move.
"Nothing like this has ever been done before, and if it has no one recorded the results." Pomfrey snapped back. "I have no idea if it's permanent or if their minds will grow at the same rate a normal child's would. Or if they will just wake up with the spell worn off and be back to their normal sixteen-year-old selves."
"I'm going to check on my students." Snape said, voice getting closer with each word.
"Don't forget to pretend to be sick." Dumbledore called, and there was no mistaking the amusement in his tone.
"Albus, I can't shirk my duties much longer." Snape growled threateningly.
"You will have to." Dumbledore said calmly. "At least until we find a second adult who will be able to watch over Harry without terrorizing him. He can't handle that kind of fear for long periods of time without permanently scaring his now childish mind. Even I know that. Surely you do as well."
Snape snarled. Pansy grabbed the Gryffindors and threw them to the side; somehow getting them all covered with the cloak just as the door slammed open with a bang as it crashed into the wall. Professor Snape strode down the corridor, his robes swirling around him threateningly. But before he turned the corner, he slowed. He slumped his shoulders and subtly altered his body language to appear stiff and weak. The man really was very good at what he did.
The teenagers stared at each other and then without needing to say a word, bolted down the corridor. They ran straight to the library. Madam Pince eyed them suspiciously, but they had slowed and calmed before coming in, so she had no reason to kick them out or bother them. They took a table in a shadowed corner and Hermione opened one of their school books to give credence for them all being there, should anyone look their way.
"What do you make of that?" Ginny breathed, wide-eyed.
"What was said before we got there?" Hermione asked the blonde.
"Nothing but small talk. I was there for maybe three minutes before you guys showed up."
"You're being forthcoming." Neville said suspiciously.
"Damn right!" Pansy snarled. "I want what you've got on Potter so I can find out what's wrong with Draco. It sounds like his mind got warped when they were messing around in Potter's head! What's going on? And why is Draco involved at all?"
"We can't tell you." Hermione said seriously. "Nothing about Harry and nothing about Malfoy."
Pansy stood abruptly and had her wand trained on the brunette.
"We'd tell you everything we knew about Malfoy." Ginny said calmly. "But we don't know anything. Honest. We didn't know he was helping with Harry's treatment."
"Or Snape for that matter." Neville piped up. He knew that if this Slytherin girl was a Death Eater, finding out that Snape was helping Harry would mean the Professor's death. And no one ever thought Neville could lie with a straight face. It was the best protection he could offer their teacher. As much as he was frightened of Snape, he knew that he was a huge asset to their fight against the Dark Lord. "We only knew Harry was in Pomfrey's care, overseen by Dumbledore."
"Pomfrey kept us away from Harry since Sunday." Ginny added. "We didn't even know she was planning on doing a spell at all."
"And I'm sure you can understand that we can't tell you about Harry." Hermione said calmly, not even flinching under the weight of the Slytherin's gaze and unwavering wand.
"I understand." Pansy answered. "I understand that my best friend has been damaged, and I will be told the circumstances so I can decide if something can be done. I understand that I can't trust the adults to tell me this information. So I understand that you will tell me all you know about the Golden Boy because Potter has once again dragged innocents into trouble and possible death. That is what I understand."
"I sympathize." Hermione said as she stood, both hands on the table. "But the answer is no. We will tell you no more. You are a threat to our best friend. We will not make your position any stronger to be used against him. And no offense, but you have no way of forcing us into cooperating with you. If you cast a spell right now, one of the three of us will hit you back. Not to mention you will be caught by the teachers and brought to the Headmaster's attention."
Pansy lowered her wand, eyes wide with surprise and reluctant admiration; "How very Slytherin of all of you."
"How very Gryffindor of you." Ginny responded with a wry smile. "Swinging your weight around with wild threats, revealing information before ensuring something of equal value in return; reckless, impatient."
"Shut up!" Pansy snarled, face hot with shame.
"I only meant that when it comes down to it, Hogwarts' Houses mean very little." The redhead said gently. "We are all people. Not cookie cut-outs of the Hogwarts founders."
Pansy spun without a word and stalked from the library. The three Gryffindors relaxed, tension bleeding away only to be replaced with worry. Ginny tugged some of her long hair over her shoulder and began playing with it. Hermione flipped the pages of the book in front of her absentmindedly, not even looking at it. And Neville began to chew on his bottom lip.
"I'm starting to think Harry was right. This House thing does more harm than good." Neville smiled nervously. The girls ignored him.
"So something has totally fucked up Harry's mind. Draco's with him somehow." Hermione murmured thoughtfully. "I guess we need to keep tapping our Slytherin sides because not only do we still need to get to Harry, but now we have to find out what spell they used, how it was messed up, and what it was they had meant to achieve with it in the first place."
"Why in the world would they bring Malfoy in to help Harry and keep us out?" Ginny demanded angrily.
"I don't know, but we better come up with something fast." Hermione told them. "I have a feeling time is of the essence. Not only to help Harry, but to move before the Slytherins. Pansy's not out of this yet, and she might spill the beans, so to speak, to the public if she blunders through to the truth."
So the three put their heads together and began to plan, while Pansy rushed to the dungeons to do the same with Vince and Greg.
Draco woke and stretched fully. He felt much better. And he was hungry and thirsty. He turned his head and found two brilliant green eyes staring into his own. He smiled and kissed the baby. The baby smiled and cuddled down more into the blankets.
"Wanna play till Daddy comes?" He asked as he sat up. The baby nodded his head slowly. "Don't worry. I get toys. You want train?"
The boy nodded again, smiling widely and showing his little baby teeth. Thus encouraged, Draco stood and grabbed hold of the railing. He looked down. It was a far way, but he wouldn't fall. He gripped the railing and climbed over sideways and on his belly. His body went over the edge and jerked hard on his hands. One came off and he gave an 'ooof.'
"Ray!" The sweet boy cried out, frightened.
"Is okay, Baby." Draco assured, voice strained. He reached up and grabbed the railing again, then slid down. He reached the end of the railing and let go without hesitation. He dropped only a couple inches before hitting the floor. He promptly sat hard on his butt and looked up. The baby was leaning over the rail, looking down at him with large worried eyes.
"See? I is okay." Draco smiled and turned to the toy chest. He trotted over and found the train pieces. He couldn't carry them all, so he grabbed the caboose and the engine and trotted back to the bed. The baby eagerly grabbed them as Draco handed them up, and then the blonde went back to get the middle piece. The baby took that too.
"Ummm…Don't think I can get up." Draco said thoughtfully. "But that's okay. I'll go get Daddy. Wait there, kay, Baby?"
"Okay, Ray." The baby said softly.
Draco felt really special that the baby talked so much to him and not anyone else. He puffed out his chest and turned back to the door, saying over his shoulder, "You just play wi'v the train. I be back."
He trotted over to the door and pushed. Nothing happened. Frowning, the boy shouted for it to open. Still it didn't move. Stomping his little foot, the blonde called for Dobby. There was a loud pop and the house elf appeared. The baby screamed and burst into tears. Draco jumped, startled, and then glared at the house elf who stood about five inches taller than him.
"Bad, Dobby!" He smacked the elf's head lightly. "You scared Baby!"
"Draco, sir?" The elf squeaked, big eyes wide in confusion. Then he turned his head to the wailing, terrified child and his eyes got impossibly wider. "Master Harry Potter, sir! What has happened to you?"
"Go way!" Draco yelled. "You scare him!"
But the elf didn't listen. Instead he ran over to the bed. The baby's screaming went higher as the elf got closer, and before he could even think about it, Draco was running and tackling the elf. Dobby struggled for a second under the angrily screaming Draco before lifting his hand to cast magic. And that's the scene Severus walked in on.
Severus had been in the dungeons when his button vibrated. He finished his conversations and feigned nausea before striding quickly to his rooms. His House was in disarray, upset by both his and Draco's presence. He had assured them that Draco was at home tending an urgent business meeting, but he knew that excuse wouldn't wash for much longer. With a sigh, he flooed to the infirmary. He could hear the screaming as soon as he stepped out and charged into the boys' room.
He was shocked to see the elf struggling with Draco, who was miraculously out of bed, but didn't waste time questioning them. He ran to the bed and scooped Harry up. The boy quieted into ragged sobs, clutching at Severus' robes hard. Rocking and rubbing the boy's back, he then turned his eyes to the floor. Draco sat, face red and streaked with angry tears. Dobby stood with his mouth hanging slightly open with shock.
"What is going on?" He demanded, consciously keeping his voice mild so as not to scare the boy in his arms further. "How did you get out of bed, Draco?"
"I climbed down to get Baby toys. I'm hungry and went to get you, but couldn't open door. So called Dobby, but he scared Baby and wouldn't go 'way!" The boy screamed the last part, pointing an accusing finger at the creature.
"What has happened to Master Harry Potter and Draco, Professor Snape sir?" Dobby asked, wringing his hands fretfully.
"And here I thought house elves were really good with children." Severus drawled, but then turned serious. "Dobby, they've been effected by a spell, but you are ordered never to speak of this to anyone. Not even other house elves. If you do, you could get your precious Harry Potter killed. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." He nodded vigorously. "Dobby will help as much as Dobby can to help kind Harry Potter."
"Good. Then can you bring up some food for them? I'm not sure what they can eat."
"I can do that, sir!" Dobby cried out joyfully and disappeared with a pop.
Once he was gone, Harry's crying died out, but he still clung firmly to Severus and was now sucking on his thumb. Severus sighed and knelt, calling Draco into his other arm. The blonde ran over without hesitation and wrapped his arms around his neck. He stood, surprised at how light the two boys were, and carried them to the two highchairs. He maneuvered Draco into one, but didn't bother trying with Harry.
"The house elf will be coming back with your lunch or whatever this meal is." Severus told the green eyed boy. "I'm going to hold you and keep you safe. Don't be afraid."
"I sorry, Daddy." Draco said meekly.
Severus looked over at him and patted his head, "It's okay. I know you didn't mean to scare Harry. But don't try to leave this room. I have magic to tell me when you wake up and I was coming as fast as I could."
"Okay, Daddy." Draco answered seriously. "Won't try to open door again."
"Good boy."
There was a pop and Harry whimpered, burying his head into Severus shoulder. Dobby put the plates on each of the highchair trays. There was macaroni and cheese, some small green apple cubes, and a small handful of Cheerios. He also brought two sippy-cups.
"Can Dobby get you anything else, sir?"
"No. That's all." Severus nodded, but stopped the elf before he could disappear. "But don't come back into this room unless I call you. If one of the boys call you, come straight to me."
"Dobby understands, sir." The elf said and then disappeared with a pop.
"Are you okay, now, Harry?" Severus asked. "The elf is gone and won't come back unless I'm here. Are you hungry? Do you think you could eat some?"
Harry nodded, still clinging to Severus. He was obviously not ready to be let down. Severus sighed and conjured a chair in front of Harry's highchair. He sat and picked up the spoon, scooping up some of the cheesy noodles. Harry sat in his lap, hands tangled in Severus' robes, refusing to let go. Severus brought the bite to Harry's mouth.
"Come on. It's really good." The boy opened his mouth, allowing Severus to feed him.
"I sorry, Baby." Draco said quietly. "I won't call Dobby. I promise."
Harry nodded and ate the next bite. Severus scooped up an apple bite and admonished both of them to chew it well. After ten minutes, Harry was feeling good enough to be sat in the highchair to finish by himself. Severus frowned when he noticed how much Harry was squinting. Maybe the boy needed glasses even at this young age. He'd deal with it later. Right now, he had some questions to ask.
"Draco, how did you know to call Dobby?"
"Don't know. Knew he was here and not at home. Think Mommy's okay wi'v out him?"
"I'm sure she is." Severus assured him. "But why did you call him and not me or medic Pomfrey."
"You don't come when I call." Draco giggled. "Only elves do that."
"True." Severus sighed. "What do you remember about Dobby?"
"He my elf, but now he's here. Is he still my elf?"
"No. He's the school's elf. You're at Hogwarts."
"Oh yeah." The boy smiled.
Severus got out wizarding pictures. The first was of Lucius. "Do you know who this is?"
"Bad man!" Draco said instantly. "Bad!"
"This is your father." He said carefully.
"No!" Draco shoved his plate off the tray and the little left on it splattered on the floor. But then Draco's furious face melted into tearful sorrow. "You my Daddy, right, Daddy?"
Severus opened his mouth to explain, but saw out of the corner of his eye Harry's green eyes watching him solemnly. He was suddenly hit with an intuition. If Draco remembered this much, then Harry most likely knew that Severus wasn't his 'Daddy' and had only called him such because Draco did. If he refuted Draco, he'd be refuting Harry and the trust the child had placed in him. Without that absolute trust, Severus couldn't help him.
"Of course, Draco." He said tightly. His heart began to beat faster as the two small boys stared deep into him, demanding him to take up a responsibly so great and fragile it sent his heart slamming against his ribs. "I'm your Daddy still."
Draco smile beatifically and wiggled in his seat, "All done! Wash?"
"Yes, let's get you washed up. Then you're going to come back in here and clean up your mess." Severus lifted him, again the blonde kept his hands away from Severus' robes.
"But, Daddy!" Draco whined.
"No. You did that in a fit of temper. You will clean it up." Severus said firmly.
"Yes, Daddy." Draco sighed and then ran to the bathroom. Severus followed.
They came back and Severus conjured rags and water. He placed them beside the mess and pointed. Draco pouted, but began trying to mop the mess up. Harry reached for Severus. The dark haired man gently took him out and set him on the floor. Like Draco, he ran as fast as he could to the bathroom. Severus chuckled and went to wash the boy clean. As soon as he was done, Harry ran back into the room. Curious, Severus followed. He was surprised when the dark haired child sat next to Draco and began trying to help.
"Thank you, Baby, but I do it." Draco told the smaller boy.
"Help Ray." Harry said in a soft, firm voice. Severus knew small children had trouble saying Dray-co, and wasn't surprised to hear the nickname, but was surprised at Harry's adamancy to help. Though once he thought about it, he really wasn't. This was still Harry after all. Even if he was much smaller than normal.
Draco looked at him for a minute before nodding, "Okay."
Severus smiled broadly, pride swelling in his chest. He didn't even scold them when the cleaning descended into play. Instead, he gently shooed Harry off to play and kept Draco. With a swish of his wand, the mess, rags, and water disappeared.
"I want to talk to you more." He told the curious blonde. "Do you remember these people?"
Draco looked at the pictures of Pansy, Vincent, Gregory, Hermione, and Ron. Then he tapped the Slytherin pictures and said, "They look nice."
"Do you know them?" Severus pressed.
"No?" Draco scrunched his face, uncertain.
"It's okay." Severus patted his head. "You're doing great. Do you remember why this is a bad man?"
"Bad!" Draco said again, but could tell him no more than that. Last he pulled out a picture of Narcissa. Draco's smile grew wide and he yelled, "Mommy!"
"Yes." Severus laughed as the child hugged the picture to his chest.
"When will Mommy come?"
"I don't know, but you'll see her soon." Severus told him. It wasn't such a bad idea. Narcissa was really good with Draco as a child and it was her influence that knocked Draco back on the right path. She'd have to be told soon in any case so that she could deal with the Malfoy businesses, since Draco was obviously unable to. Dumbledore did say he was going to need help during the day. The only problem was Harry. But if the boy had accepted Severus on Draco's say so, then he might do the same to Narcissa.
"Why don't you show this to Harry?" He suggested. "Tell him how much you love your Mommy so he won't be scared when she comes."
"Okay!" Draco ran over to Harry and began excitedly telling him all about 'Mommy'. Severus watched and again noticed Harry squinted before looking at the picture. He sighed.
"I'll be right back. You two play nice." He told them and went to find Pomfrey. He didn't have to go far. She was working at her desk. She smiled when he stepped out of the room.
"How are they?"
"Fine. We had a bit of a situation when Draco called Dobby. Seems he remembers the elf had been his, but had been uncertain if he still was."
"Wow. So they do remember everything."
"I'm not sure. The details seem to be beyond Draco's capability. He seems to only know about things that had strong emotional connections. The less he felt about a certain thing, the blurrier the memory is. And even with the knowledge attached to strong emotions his memories aren't exactly precise."
"Well, they are only four years old." Poppy said thoughtfully. "A four year old mind can't grasp too fine details. As they age, things might slowly get clearer."
"And also less immediate as they have newer, fresher memories of playing and eating as children."
"So this is good?" Poppy asked.
"Actually, if what I think is happening, is, then I think this is very good indeed."
"That's great!" She smiled. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes. I think Harry needs glasses. How can we find out?"
"There's a special spell. I can do it easily."
"Good. Let me prepare Harry first. Five minutes?"
She nodded and Severus went back to the boys. They were laughing as they chased each other around the room. Severus strode forward and quickly scooped up Harry. The boy laughed loudly. Draco crashed into Severus' legs.
"Me, too!" He cried, grinning. Severus put Harry down and tickled Draco. The blonde laughed and pulled away. "Play wi'v us!"
"Later." Severus promised. "First Harry needs to get his eyes checked. He can't see very well and I want to fix it."
"Oh." Draco turned to look at Harry.
"Medic Pomfrey is going to come and find out what kind of glasses you need, Harry. I'll hold you the whole time. Do you think you can let her check your eyes?"
Harry looked up at him and put his thumb in his mouth. Draco went over and hugged him.
"Is okay, Baby. She won't hurt you. Make your eyes all better, right, Daddy?"
"Exactly." Severus promised and opened his arms. Harry walked into them without hesitation. "Come. I think we should do this in Medic Pomfrey's office. I fear you're going to feel like this room is unsafe if people keep coming in and out, and we don't want that. You're safe here with Draco."
"And wi'v you, Daddy!" Draco yelled helpfully.
"Yes, and with me." He smiled. "Do you want to come, Draco? You have to be well behaved and not go running off."
"I'll be good." Draco promised.
"Okay." Severus carried Harry to the door and they went out. Harry tensed, but didn't cry. Draco followed at Severus feet, one hand holding to the man's black robe. Pomfrey saw them and smiled warmly. Draco smiled back and waved hello.
"Well, let's see what we can do about your eyes, Harry." Pomfrey said gently. She came over and Harry turned his head into Severus' chest.
"No, Harry. You have to look at her so she can see what kind of glasses you need. I won't let go. You have to trust me."
"I here, too." Draco said, and Harry looked down at the blonde. After a moment, he nodded and turned his green eyes to Pomfrey.
"Good boy." She cooed. "Now, I'm going to lift my wand and say some words. You won't feel a thing, okay?"
Harry was stiff as a board, his thumb firmly in his mouth, and leaning back as hard as he could against Severus chest. But he nodded. Severus praised him softly, murmuring calming words. The witch raised her wand and began to chant. Harry stared at the tip unblinkingly, trembling a bit. Severus held him tight and Draco watched it all solemnly. It was over in three minutes, but it seemed to last a much longer time. When she lowered her wand, Harry immediately turned away and began crying.
"You did so well, Harry." Severus said soothingly. "I'm so proud of you."
"Up!" Draco demanded, his arms reaching toward Severus.
He knelt and lifted Draco in the other arm. The blonde immediately began patting at Harry's back and saying how he would get a sweet now since he did as the medic asked. Pomfrey quickly jumped on that and got out a small chocolate square. She tried to hand it to Harry, but the boy was having none of it.
"Thank you." Draco said politely and took the chocolate for Harry. Pomfrey smiled and backed up a bit. Draco got Harry's attention and gave the boy the chocolate. "Is really yummy. Chew it good cause can choke, but is really yummy. Here, Baby. Eat it."
Harry opened his mouth, thumb sliding to the corner. Draco giggled and slipped the chocolate in. Harry smiled tearfully and chewed a bit. Draco laughed again and leaned comfortably against Severus' shoulder.
"See. Is yummy." Draco said contentedly and Harry nodded.
"You both did so well." Severus told them. "Why don't we go back and play?"
"Yay!" Draco clapped excitedly. And Severus took them back to their room.
Chapter end.
A/N: Man! I tallied the votes and options 2 and 3 tied. Please bear with me. I'm hoping the few people who voted for the 1st option can tip the balance. So PLEASE! VOTE again! Here are the choices and a better explanation of each!
1)They spend a week in each age from 4-15. They will be sixteen again in about three months. This will allow a strong foundation for recovery for Harry. But this doesn't mean they don't remember their previous lives. In this option, the past will seem like a past-life or a dream; the vivid parts from their previous lives will be remembered, good and bad. As for bonds, he will feel very close to Draco either way. Either choice will lead to them becoming lovers when they hit teenage years. Some people feel this will be hard for me to write; some people get writers block on certain ages. I will do the best I can, but it is possible I might just summarize certain days instead of put you right there with the characters. Another concern is a few people said this option is cliché and has been done too many times before. Take that in consideration when you vote, but don't let it stop you from picking this. I will try and make it unique. And sometimes the option done over and over again is because it is a good read.
2)They spend a month as 4 year olds, then a month as 8 year olds, then a month as 12 year olds before turning sixteen again. They will remember their past, probably be confused a few days after the four year growth as they deal with having a drastically more mature mind overnight. A few people feared this would be too much for them to handle, growing too fast, but this is a wizarding society and I can deal with that if you still like this option. This option will probably make their past lives closer, more of it remembered. No, Harry won't hate Draco when they jump to twelve. Just because he did hate him when he was originally twelve, doesn't mean those feelings will come back. They didn't go back in time. This is like being 4 years old and such over again for a second time. In other words, this is adding to their experiences, not rewriting them. The Harry and Draco they were before will seem like different people to them, but not. At the heart of it, they will be able to recognize themselves. If that makes sense.
Hope this helps,so PLEASE vote again. I'm really sorry! And thanks a lot, everybody. I hope I get as good a response as I did originally.
Sensibly Tainted.
