Draco
I hear shouting from down the corridor. Pansy and Basile are walking behind me. I raise an eyebrow to Basile at the sound of Potter's and the Weasel's raised voices. So they're finally able to have a fight after all this time, I think as we continue our way down the corridor.
Then silence.
I stop and turn to Pansy and Basile, they both shrug.
"If they've done something stupid, we can get them in trouble." Pansy says with a shrug.
"But if they've hurt themselves, we've gotta take them to the infirmary." Basile says as he looks between us. We all nod and Pansy opens her mouth to speak. She's cut off by running feet and the Weasel runs past us with a glare. "What the f-" Basile's cut off by a baby crying and my eyes widen. Surely the Weasel didn't use that spell on Potter. I turn and rush towards the sound. I stop infront of a small bundle of crying clothes. I kneel down and unwrap the bundle. It reveals baby Potter, about one years old, crying his heart out. I shrug off my sweater and lay it on my legs.
"Draco?" Pansy questioned but I keep watching Potter. I brush my hand over Potter's cheek before I lift him and hold him to my body. I wrap him in my grey sewater and I rub his back as he cries. He clings to the collar of my black button down dress shirt. He has his thumb in his mouth and his head burried in my shoulder. "Draco?" Pansy says in a worried voice. I look up and smile softly at her. She gasps at the sight of the baby in my arms. "Draco is that-?" I nod and she looks worried. "Did the Weasel use the same spell as Vodemort used on you?" I nod again and began to comfort Potter.
"We should take him to Madam Pomfrey, shouldn't we?" I nod and Basile helps me up.
"Please pick up his things off the ground." Basile nods and quickly folds them and begins to follow me down the corridor. I enter the infirmary and sit on one of the beds with Potter in my arms. Pansy sits next to him.
"He'll remember everything, but he won't respond to last names, so we've got to start calling him Harry." Harry looks up at his name and looks down blushing. He squirms and I smile. "Can you get Madam Pomfrey please." She nods and sets off the the office. I stand quickly stand and conger up a diper. I lie him on the bed and begin to change him. I smile down at him when I'm done. He smiles and reaches for me. I lift him and craddle him in my arms. I sit back on the bed and he snuggles closer.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"Draco?" I look up to see the med-witch standing next to Pansy.
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey?"
"What has happened to Mr Potter?" I open my mouth to answer but the infirmary door opened with a bang, startling Harry. He begins to cry and I lift him so his head rests on my shoulder, my arms wrap around him protectively and I glare at them. Harry clings to me again and my face softens. I pet his hair and kiss his forehead. I feel him relax and I open my eyes. I see an angry Weasel, Granger and Weaselette.
"What did you do?" I hear the Weaselette ask me. I look at her. Pansy turns to her and glares.
"Draco didn't doooo anything, aside from comfort Harry. It's your bloody brother who cast the spell. Draco's helping Harry because-"
"Pansy." I warn and her mouth snaps shut.
"Sorry." She mutters and Granger turns to me.
"Draco?" Granger asks and I look up at her. "It's happened to you, during the war, didn't it?" She asks and I look down. "Answer me." My head snaps up, my eyes wide, fill of fear. I hear them gasp. Pansy rushes over as tears spill from my eyes.
"Shh, Draco, shh, he's not here, he can't hurt you anymore." Her voice soft. The door opens and Pansy turns.
"What the bloody hell did they do to him?" Basile shouts and Pansy takes Harry out of my arms. I jump off the bed and run towards the door. I feel arms around my waist and I struggle against them. I'm carried back to the bed. "Draco, stop." I freeze at Basile's voice and curl in on myself. Pansy begins to explain to Basile what happened. Basile turns to the Weasel's and Granger. I slip off the bed and begin to creep around them, thumb in my mouth. My body changes into a baby and I crawl to the door. It's still wide open. I'm just about out the door when it goes quiet.
"Draco?" Basile rushes over and picks me up. Granger walks up to me and Basile. I put my thumb in my mouth and stare at her. She takes me gently out of Basile's arms and I take her hair.
"Malfoy too? What the hell?!" The male Weasel shouts. Harry whimpers and hides his face. I put Hermione's hair in my mouth.
"Draco, no." I look up at her, hair still in mouth. "Draco." Her hair falls from my mouth and I put my hand in my mouth instead. I point at the Weaselette and giggle. She smiles and walks forwards.
"May I?" She asks. I reach out and touch a crystal pendant she's wearing. I'm taken into her arms and I play with her pendant. The Weasel clears his throat and Ginny turns.
"Draco." I look up at Ron and stare. "Gin, put Draco on the ground, please." Ginny complies reluctantly. "Now step back and watch." Everyone takes several steps back. Harry, who's also on the ground, crawls over. I suck on my fingers as I look around. I see the door open, I turn and look up. I end up falling back and I hit my head. My lip wobbles and tears stream down my face. I feel the presence on Harry becoming older. I feel myself being lifted and held close. I feel myself being snatched away and I whimper. I learnt not to make loud noises. I stretch towards Harry and he looks around.
"Harry." I hear Pansy from behind me and Harry looks at me, as though I talked.
"Yes?" I squirm and the person puts me down. I stretch to Harry, my lip wobbles and tears build in my eyes. He stares at me before picking me up and cradling me gently.
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A/N I have no idea where or how to continue the story oneshot thing so yeah I'm gonna leave it for a while I'll come back to it promise
