It must have been a strange site for poor Albus Dumbledore, to see two young boys appear out of nowhere in the middle of his office.
They were wearing a weird contraption around both their necks, holding their trunks in one hand and holding the others hand with the opposite, all while squeezing their eyes shut!
"Hello?"
Harry opened his eyes and quickly realized he was holding Malfoy's hand.
"Draco!" "What?" "We made it!" "YES!" "Oops, sorry Professor Dumbledore. You probably want to know who we are and why we are here." " Indeed I do."
Harry let go of Draco's hand, somewhat reluctantly, and opened his trunk.
He reached in and pulled out a large folder and an envelope before closing his trunk once more. He handed the papers to their Professor.
"These should explain everything."
Dumbledore opened the envelope and read the letter. After a moment of silence, he looked up chuckling.
"So you two are the time travelers Firenze told me about! How simply marvelous! You have a very difficult mission too."
"Well." Draco said. "The defeating Voldemort bit is more Harry's specialty. I'm here to help and be emotional support."
Harry scowled. And then stopped. His lips turned up in a sly smile.
"Oh yes! Whatever would I do without my emotional support ferret!" Now it was Draco's turn to scowl.
"For Merlin's sake Harry! Stop it with the ferret thing!" Harry just snickered.
Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly at their antics. "Oh yes, very good my boys. You'll be starting in your fifth year, correct?" They nodded.
"Very good! You'll be sorted into your houses at the feast tonight. I assume you know your way around the castle."
They both nodded once more.
"Perfect! I'll have the elves take your trunks and you'll be free to walk around until I summon you for your sorting."
As if on cue, two small elves popped in and took their trunks. "Thank you, Professor. We'll see you then."
They made their way out of his office, passed the gargoyles, and over towards a nice shady tree by the Great Lake.
They sat down together and lent back on the tree, watching the sparkling water.
They sat in comfortable silence for only a few minutes until Harry spoke up, his eyes still fixated on the clear waters.
"Out of all the trees here at Hogwarts, this one is my favorite." Draco looked at Harry in surprise, not expecting to hear about Harry's fondness for a tree. "Why is that?"
"Well, to begin, this tree has the most beautiful view of the lake." Draco had to agree with that.
"This tree is also filled with memories. Here is the place I used to study with Ron and Hermione. We'd sit under the tree, laughing and talking while Hermione tried to do her homework."
He smiled softly at the memory.
"Here is where I sat after Sirius died. Luna found me, and comforted me for hours after. She followed him two days later."
Harry's face was blank, but his eyes told of his pain.
"And here is where you sat on that branch, and teased me. It's also where you were turned into a ferret." "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Harry turned to grin at Draco, and he was relieved to find that the sparkle had returned to Harry's eyes.
"You know Draco," Harry began. "Our alibi is that we are close friends from a small school far away from here. And this school was attacked by Voldemort so we had to come here."
"Yes…? What does that have to do with anything?"
"We barely know anything about eachother!" "What do you suggest? Do you want to play a get to know you game or something?"
Harry beamed. "That's exactly what I was thinking!"
"You know, you really sounded like Dumbledore for a second there."
Harry's face turned to a look of pure horror. It was such a comical expression that Draco was almost in tears from laughing so hard. Harry pouted cutely.
"Hey!" "Sorry, sorry. Haha, ok." He took deep breaths to calm himself, successfully suppressing another laughing fit.
"What kind of game?" " Well, why don't we take turns asking each other truth questions about things we don't know about each other." "I'm down with that."
"OK! I'll start. Uhm….. what's your favorite color?" "Really, Pot- er Peverel. Is that all you could come up with?"
Silence.
" It's obviously green!" "……I knew that."
"Oh, did you really?" "Yes…?" "And I suppose yours is Gryffindor red?"
Harry smirked. " Actually, it's not red. It's midnight blue." "Oh! You look good in blue. Not as good as you'd look in emerald green of course. It would look amazing with your eyes-"
Harry looks at Draco amused. "Oh uhm anyways, do you have an animagus form?"
Draco hurridly asked, his face flushing brightly.
"As a matter fact, I do." "What animal is it?"
"First, you have to tell me if you have one, and I will only show you mine if you show me yours first."
Draco hesitated. "Only if you promise not to laugh at me." Harry smiled and held out his pinky. "I pinky promise." "Really Harry? You still do that stuff?"
Harry gave him a look that told him to just do it.
Draco side and looked around them to make sure no one saw them. He locked pinkies with Harry, making the others smile brighten.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this."
He pulled his hand away and took a deep breath before….. POP! Where Draco wants that was a small white ferret.
Silence hung heavily in the air as Harry gaped at the creature.
Soon, he scooped up the ferret and cuddled it to his chest. "Awww! You are the cutest thing ever!"
He nuzzled his soft fur, and ferret/Draco let out a tiny sigh of contentment.
After a while, he wriggled out of Harry's warm embrace. He transformed back into his human form and smirked when he saw Harry blush in embarrassment at his actions.
At the first impression, Harry looks quite intimidating. Tattoos and battle scars cover his muscular yet smaller frame. He stood at a height of about 5'8, much to his obvious dismay.
Harry also keeps a mask of hardness on his face so people couldn't tell what emotions he was feeling. One thing he had learned over the years is that Harry doesn't like showing any sort of vulnerability (Draco likes to brag that he is very observant). All this put together makes Harry seem very intimidating indeed.
But when you have gained enough trust from him, Harry was quite the opposite of his appearance.
Contrary to popular belief, Harry adores physical contact. That and words of affirmation are definitely his love language. He absolutely loves cuddling and can be quite clingy.
He loves kids and has a huge soft spot for anything cute and fluffy. He also has a terrible sweet tooth, which is definitely Dumbledores fault.
There was no doubt about it; Harry is literally epitome of soft. In a good way of course.
"It's my turn!" Harry cried joyfully. I rolled my eyes. Harry was such a child sometimes.
In the blink of an eye, a small, white and gray, fluffy wolf cub with sparkling emerald eyes appeared before me.
I ran my fingers through the soft fur in awe. The little cub padded over with his tiny paws and crawled into my lap, curling up in a small ball.
I gently stroked his fur, admiring his elegant coat. Soon, the little wolf's breathing evened out as he slipped into blissful dreamland.
The warm sun gently caressed our skin as drowsiness fell over me. Cuddling the little wolf closer, I closed my eyes and let Harry's tiny breaths succumb to the tender mercy of Morpheus.