The summer of Harry's eleventh birthday, he got his letter from Hogwarts.
"Mail for you, Cub," Remus was going through the mail, bills and all. He was smiling.
Harry read it quickly and started to yell and jump in his seat happily.
"What's it say, Pup?" Sirius grinned from across the table.
"I got in! I got in to Hogwarts!"
"That's my boy!" Sirius praised, high-fiving him.
"I'm so proud of you, Cub," Remus hugged him tight.
They were on the platform saying goodbye, Draco helping Harry onto the train, as they had set it up so that Draco was Harry's provider at school.
"Call us, Angel," Remus reminded Harry as he hugged him one last time.
"I will."
"Be good," Sirius ruffled his already messy hair.
Harry giggled.
The conductor called the "All aboard!" and with Draco carrying Harry onto the train, they waved goodbye one last time.
With Draco hired as a provider at the school, Harry could get all he needed. Including baths in the Perfects' bathroom.
Harry sighed in relief as the warm water covered his body from the waist down.
"Feel good Harry?" Draco asked as he gathered Harry's discarded clothes.
"Yes..." Harry sighed, closing his eyes.
"Good. Want to relax or wash up and get out?" Draco knelt by the tub.
"Can you wash my hair?"
"Sure."
After the bath, Draco made sure Harry was safe in his two-person room with a first-year named Ron, who all but ignored him, before going down to the staff quarters.
Three hours later, the magical intercom they had set up glowed and Draco answered it to see a hologram of Harry sitting up in bed, crying.
"Harry, what is it?" no other answer other than more tears, "Harry, it's okay. Do you remember where you are?" a nod, "Take a deep breath. That's right, lay down."
"I want Siri and Remmie. Draco..."
"I'm right here, Sweetheart, just relax."
"My feet hurt, Draco..."
Draco processed this information. Harry needed a painkiller or he wouldn't be able to sleep, if Draco remembered all the times he had babysat for Sirius and Remus.
"Okay, I'm coming Harry. Just hang on."
Cutting off the connection, Draco slipped on his robes and went to Gryffindor Tower. As he approached the room, he heard angry hissed words on the other side from Ron.
"Shut up! Stop being a baby! Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Draco unlocked the door at that point, effectively hushing any further words from Ron.
"Draco..." Harry reached for him, face tear-streaked from pain.
"I'm here, Sweetheart," Draco crossed the room.
As he went to Harry, Draco cast a silencing charm on the room itself and then on Harry's bed.
"Now, what hurts?"
"My feet..." a few crocodile tears slipped from Harry's emerald eyes and landed in his lap.
"Oh, Harry. It's okay," Draco got up and walked to the cabinet in the bathroom, getting the pain potion that was inside, "Drink."
Harry did as he was told, with nothing more than a grimace at the taste. As he began to fall asleep, Draco laid him back on his pillows.
"I love you Draco..."
Draco smiled, running his hand through Harry's hair affectionately, "I love you too, Harry. Get some sleep. You have classes in the morning."
The only response from the half asleep boy in the bed was a sigh of contentment.
AN: I'm in college, and I did have a provider that would make sure I didn't slip in the shower. On occasion, my muscles do get very tight. I don't use medication though.