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Prompt: Messy
"Teddy!"
"Teddy, where are you?"
Draco stopped running to search the sitting room. He couldn't find the little metamorphmagus anywhere. Harry called from up the stairs.
"Any luck?" he sounded hopeful .
"No," Draco replied in frustration. "I can't find him!" He pulled at his hair in frustration. He would never admit it, but over the last few months when he'd gotten to know the little tyke he'd really grown to love him. Knowing Teddy was missing and not being able to find him left him frantic.
He could only imagine how Harry, Teddy's godfather who had been helping raise Teddy since he was an infant, felt right now.
He hurried towards the stairs; Harry met him at the bottom. "What if he got outside?" Harry sounded panicked. "There are cars on the street; oh, Merlin, Draco, he could be dead." He was all but hyperventilating.
"Calm down," Draco ordered him. "Take deep breaths." He rubbed Harry's back, feeling helpless. "There are locking spells on the doors, remember?" he reminded Harry. "He can't get out, which means he's somewhere in this house. We just need to figure out where."
Harry nodded, gulping air.
Suddenly Draco heard a clatter coming from the kitchen. He turned to Harry, eyes wide. "Did you hear that?" he whispered.
"Hear what?" asked Harry, looking eager.
There was a loud 'BANG!' and a rustling noise from the kitchen, and both Harry and Draco rushed in at once. The sight that greeted them was comical.
Teddy sat on the floor, blinking, white as a ghost, covered head to toe in flour. The bag lay on the counter, tipped over, most of its contents on or surrounding Teddy. Teddy smiled at them and held up his hands.
"Messy!" he declared with a grin.