DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. My intellectual property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, and new developments. Glorioux

A/N This revised edition, besides fixing the mess created by unknowns, oh well.

The Healer Pixies

The mirror

Unknown to everyone someone in the future was looking at their lives on a mirror stolen from the deep vaults at the MoM, hoping to determine what happened. Though the cloaked someone remembered a lot, for unknown reasons forgot much, and didn't know all the facts, nor knew the time when all changed. There had to be a way to avert a terrible tragedy. The one watching was convinced there was a traitor along the way and wanted to warn Lucius before the tragedy happenes. Dumbledore had made many mistakes, maybe the key was to make him see the error of his ways. Dumbledore's biggest sin was his attraction to 'bad boys,' which he later regretted, driving him to terrible decisions.

Harry's Monsters, and Healing

Harry's dreams came and went, his body felt hot, and it hurt to breathe.

In one dream, he had been very sick. Uncle Vernon was furious at him for wetting his pants, and it made him afraid. He couldn't help it; he was very ill and couldn't get up. Earlier Uncle Vernon had hit him with the belt buckle and thrown him against the wall for borrowing one of Dudley's books. He had hit him again and locked him in the dark cupboard.

Maybe this wasn't a dream, he hoped not. He was almost sure that he no longer lived with Aunt Petunia. Remy and Miss Elly had taken him out from the darker cupboard and away from there.

They brought him to a good place, and he now lay on a huge something, maybe a bed, it wasn't a cot. Uh huh, it was a bed, maybe like Dudley's but bigger and softer. He had nice, soft P.J.s, and someone gave him drinks of water and of something delicious.

The nice lady, the one you couldn't see well, came to this new room. She kissed him and whispered, "There you go, all is well, and you are safe and will stay so. I know they will take care of you. Ah, uncle Remus and your godfather are here as well. Rest my son." He thought that the lady was his mommy because she always called him my son.

He was still feeling poorly and not hungry. Regardless, someone fed him warm broth with soft noodles, other times yummy sweet porridge or warm apple sauce. There were many nice people here, they all looked like angels, and maybe also like little dolls, short, with the long ears, and bug eyes.

Dobby, he was so funny, and Mipzy was very nice; and there was the tall scary man who touched his forehead, caressed his hair, and held him tight to his chest when he thought Harry slept, it felt very good. They call him Sederus, and he had often cried for Lily and her son. His mother was Lily, so maybe he was his mommy's friend, or perhaps his daddy? Harry liked him, even though he pretended he was mean but he wasn't.

Earlier, he'd felt better, and he'd liked his new two friends, who came to say hello and stayed with him. They were the first friends he ever had, They weren't a dream, they were real. She was Mimi, an angel, but maybe not, she was beautiful and funny. And there was a boy, Dwaco; she called him Troco or something like that. They slept with him, held his hand, and sat by him when one of the grownups read stories. Dwaco had said his hair was messy and tried to brush it, but it didn't work, then the doptor had said not more of that. When they were with him, he wasn't scared, and the pain wasn't as bad. He wished that he could be with them all the time. They weren't like Dudley who had called him a freak and a dummy, and he'd never wanted to play with him.

He really liked Dwaco best and wished that his hair was pretty and not messy, just like Dwaco's, not so messy. The only problem was that Dwaco didn't want to share Mimi; it was strange because he said that they were all friends, so why the no sharing? He wished Dwaco and Mimi were his brother and sister, and he never had to go anywhere.

He wished that he felt better and that he wasn't scared and nobody hit him ever again, and he also wanted he had somebody that loved him a lot, and called him my son and my baby.

And there was Uncle Remy, who sometimes looked like a dog if you looked at him carefully, and he was very nice. He could be his daddy; he told him all the time, "I love you Harry; I will take care of you; you are my little boy." And he wasn't scared when he slept with him at night, but he was very grumpy today, and he heard him growling, the doggie inside was very scary today.

Mimi was what? A kid like him, a girl; she must be what a mommy looked when she was little, it is just he hadn't seen any little girls but on T.V. They were very pretty like Mimi was and maybe one day, he would have his own Mimi since Dwaco told him that she was his. How did you get girls? Or maybe Dwaco could be a good boy and share like they said in the telly. Only thing was bad with Mimi, she wanted to tell her two darlings what to do all the time;maybe girls were like that.

Today, Mimi and Dwaco had been on the bed with him most of the day. The healer, Mr. Muctis was very quiet and gave him drinks to make him better, he'd said. So why did he have pain all over and his head still hurt a lot?

He was afraid of being alone because Uncle Vernon would come and get him, or maybe he'd call the police to take him to the place where they kill bad children. He'd told him of that place.

He wanted to stay here, maybe if he were very quiet, they would let him stay. Nobody had called him a dirty little freak, or 'munster,' or all the bad things, and they gave him hugs and kisses, like her Aunt they gave Dudley.

They'd all said that he was a good boy, and Uncle Remy patted his head and rubbed his feet. It felt very nice, and he also kissed him. Kisses were very nice, and he hoped to get more. Uncle Remy wasn't here today, and he felt very sad and afraid, maybe he was tired of the little freak.

There were other mommies and daddies, but none for him. That had made him sad because they were Dwaco's mommy and daddy and Mimi's parents. He thought that the two mommies were very, very pretty. He forgot that they had told him that he could call them mommy. Imagine, he had two mommies, his own. He hoped it was more than a GOOD DREAM. And the great or grandfather and his wife, maybe a king and a queen, they wanted to be called Pépère and Mémère. They kissed him, and both said he could to come and live with them in a castle. He was lucky if it weren't a dream.

But maybe something was terrible, and if they didn't like him anymore, he would prefer never to wake up. He didn't want to go back to his mother's sister. He was terrified. Uncle Remy was gone, and Dwaco and Mimi were gone as well, he wasn't feeling well, and a nasty dark thing inside his head was telling him that he was a freak, and they hated him.

Sometimes, he couldn't tell who were the people coming into the room, his head hurt, it hurt to breathe, and he was boiling. He could hear voices, but they were far away. He was afraid because the bad thing was telling him, the men who take bad children to be made into dog food are coming. He opened his eyes and saw a strange man with a scary eye. He was very quiet; maybe they didn't want someone so sick. Both of the men were very angry, and he was very afraid. They called one Moody.

The Healing Pixies

Draco was still arguing with Hermione, "I'm not dear, you also tolds Frankie, dear Frankie," Draco said pouting. Jeanie and Cissy were smiling, nearly laughing. Draco was just too adorable in his jealousy, crossing his arms and stomping his foot. He reminded Cissy of her Lucius.

"You silly, that is an axsprision, right Daddy?" She looked at her father for support, but Grant refused to the take the bait. Who knows what example she had ready to pull out her magic hat and decided to steer her away.'

"Mimi, you two quit arguing and go and visit with Harry," Jeanie suggested, she to hear about Lucius' visitors.

Draco, resigned, followed Hermione with Dobby right behind them. By the time, they had reached the first level, they were holding hands, and Mimi gave Draco a big hug and kiss on his cheek. "Frankie is my cousin, and you are my Traco, ok?" Grant rolled his eyes, and Jeanie pinched his arm.

"That pinch is going to cost you a pretty penny. You will need to be paying in a coin of the realm, and I mean a heavy payment." Grant whispered.

Jeanie giggled, "We will see," she answered.

They came to the room, and Dobby opened the door for them. Muctis was happy to see the children. The last three hours had been worrisome. The better potions were helping, but he was still not responding well enough. His breathing was shallow, and the fever would not subside. It was true that the little girl had a healing air about her. Muctis had noticed she had a faint glow whenever she touched the boy. Maybe she was a natural healer? He had heard of her fantastic magic, probably a mage, how had this happened was a mere guess. Lucius had indicated his suspicions, and Muctis was about to believe it. Mages were rare, he had read about a handful of them.

Hermione jumped up to the bed, "Mimi, don't jump on Master Potter," Severus ordered her.

"I'm not jumping on him," Hermione said. She was already trying to open Harry's eyes, while Draco kept his eyes on his witch. He might liked Harry, but Mimi was his, not Harry's, and now they took naps with Harry as well.

Hmm, he was not sure he liked all the boys wanting to share. Now Harry also wanted to share. His father didn't share naps, hmm. He was too young to understand his possessiveness; however, the creature inside was that type of creature. Whereas his love was innocent and the creature was as well, the creature's instinct was to protect his mate for when he would be ready; it was a matter of survival.

"Mimi, wait for me." Draco also tried to climb, and Muctis helped him up; both children had a good effect on the little wizard.

Harry's eyes were fluttering open, "Mimi, you're back, and Dwaco too; I am a little sick." He said in a thin voice.

Muctis couldn't believe the child was talking, just minutes after he had been so concerned for Harry. Hermione rubbed Harry's forehead, and Draco followed her lead. They had played this game earlier, they were playing house, and their baby was sick. Harry was the baby.

Harry

Harry did not really want to go but couldn't resist it, until he thought Mimi was in the room and could hear her voice. "Arry, Arry," she couldn't say his name, but it was okay; and Dwaco was also here. They were back; but, the bad man was telling him that he wasn't waking up this time. The bad man had no face; he had a dark sheet over him, red eyes, and liked to scare him.

"Let's play that we make Arry all bedderr. Like in your book the Healing Pixie, remembers she puts the hands all over the almost smashed birdie. And with the love-healing, she charmed the red-robin-boo, and he got all bedder, remembers?" Hermione asked.

Mimi asked Draco who nodded affirmatively. Severus and Muctis were quiet, both had felt something about the little witch.

She got in her knees, and repeated the spell the Healing Pixie had cast, "Ai, Ao, blue, gold, and white, erase the hurt away. Ai, Ao, white and gold, blue and silver, water and gold, happiness, love, and blood, and so Mote it be." Hermione had memorized it.

She drew a few symbols across Harry. They were nonsense, or not, the book said that she had written the world LOVE over the red-robin-boo, and that is what she did, but since she was not a good speller, yet, she drew a heart, for love, and she knew the D, and the H, for Draco and Hermione.

Mimi was doing something funny, and Draco was doing the same. He felt a cooling breeze all over his body, and the pain started to go away, it felt good. He could hear little cracking noises inside his body, and the pain turning into a ball. He could listen to a screeching and could feel some nasty thing coming up his throat and further up to his head.

He giggled a minute later; he could see a tiny flying Mimi and Dwaco inside his head, they looked like the Healer Pixie, with wings and little wands and sharp ears. They were wrapping the nasty monster, he had a sheet and red eyes and was glowing angrily. The Pixies had ropes made out color sparkles, he knew the color red, and gold, and blue, they were those colors. Then they rolled it inside

a long bar of a black gooey mess, and it was trapped.

The Pixies went around his head and found some smaller creatures hidden. The things had long white hair and beards and swords to block and slice little shiny glowing blobs. They ran when they saw the Pixies who threw the ropes at them. It was hilarious because the ropes would find them, then wrapped around them, and covered them with the gooey mess. He felt the nasty things coming out of his ears, it felt good when they were coming out, and then there were no more dark places. Now he felt better than he ever remembered; it felt nice and clean, and his hands were tingling with sparkles.

"I will be." Severus said as Hermione and Draco repeated what the Pixie had done in the book; each pulled something out each ear, and a stream of black, smelly sludge, like a soft rubber band, came out, and both of the children giggled, "Gross, gross," and they flung out whatever it was, the thing moved like it was alive and kept going towards Severus.

Snape didn't want it to touch it, and he pulled his wand to zap it. Instead of burning it, he changed it into a dried up house fly. He pulled out a vial from his robe's pocket and with his wand guided it inside the vial, which he sealed and cast a charm so 'it' would stay inside.

"Mr. Snape, you need to keep your eyes open," Muctis called his attention. Draco and Hermione kept repeating the little charm, which was not really 'magical,' as they verified later on. The children' magic combined was powerful, and they believed in their words. Of course, it was later found out that Hermione had natural healing powers, as so did other members of the Granger family.

They, Draco and Mimi, still ran their hands over Harry, his body was glowing. They were giggling, probably believing they were 'pretending.' Harry broke out in an intense sweat, and he started shaking. Severus intervened, "Children, enough, let him rest."

Muctis jumped in, he pulled out his wand and other diagnostic tools, his temperature was written above him, it was at 102, around 39 , and in less than five minutes was down to nearly normal. His color got better, and most of the bruises in his face were gone.

To Muctis and Severus amazement, Harry opened his eyes and smiled.

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