A/n: depression sucks. Basically lost all my friends. Cool. It's really effecting me right now and I'm sorry if I don't update as much. I've just lost the will to do everything. Also some people are wondering why I update this more than 'Damn His Eyes' recently. Well the answer to that is because the chapters in that story are much longer than this one. And this is sort of easier to write at the moment. But don't worry. An update is coming hopefully soon.💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧As we walk towards Headmistress McGonagall's office, I think about all the trouble I might be in. What if they give me detention every night for a year? What if they kick me out? What if they send me to Azkaban for almost murdering Harry Potter? No, no they can't do that. I didn't try and kill him. It's only de-age. He'll be fine. It seems like this walk to her office is taking forever. And Potter hasn't shut up at all since this mess happened. Stupid Potter. Stupid migraine.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Once we've arrived, she invites us all to sit down. She looks from the baby in Professor Slughorn's arms, to him, to me, then back to the baby.

"Sit down Mr. Malfoy. Horace, what seems to be the problem?" With that he uncovers the baby's forehead to reveal a lightning shaped scar. She gasped, looking horrified.

"How did this happen?"

"Ask him, Minerva. We were making a de-aging potion in class" He pointed to me, while handing her his now too-big clothes and glasses.

She looked at me, waiting for an answer as she put Potter's clothes and glasses in a drawer and charming baby Potter a blue onesie. *¿spelling?*

"W-well, Blaise and I had run out of bat spleens for our potion, and he-" I pointed to the whimpering Potter in Slughorn's arms. "- had plenty to spare. I asked him for some and he wouldn't give me any. So I took some and he tried to take them back. After I has gotten complete hold of them, Potter sort of-era stumbled back and hit into his work desk. The cauldron fell over him and now we have a baby Potter. It was an accident, Headmistress, I swear."

"What are we going to do about this, Minerva?" She looks at lost for words."You can't expel the boy, McGonagall. There is a cure for this. I'm sure there is a potion, but how long it will take to brew is unknown. I will provide the necessary assistance to get the Potter boy back to his normal state. Until then, perhaps there is another consequence for Draco." Snape's portrait said.

"I agree with Severus, Minerva. Perhaps Mr. Malfoy could look after Mr. Potter until he is returned to a normal age."

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Dumbledore!"

The three of us exclaimed to Dumbledore's portrait.

"Please excuse us, Mr. Malfoy, while my colleagues and I discuss the appropriate punishment and arrangement."

They all made towards to exit, including the portraits of Snape and Dumbledore. But before Slughorn left, he dropped baby Potter into my lap. I stare at them both horrified. He just gave me a look before joining the rest of them outside.

Everything was quiet, Except for the small whimpers of baby Potter and the urgent, hushed, arguing voices coming from outside.

I look down at Potter. He's looking around like a scared, lost puppy. I pick him up and held him to where he was looking at me.

"This is all your fault. You know that right?"

He just whimpered.

"You're an idiot Potter. This all could've been avoided. But no. You're too much of a prat to know when to stop."

More whimpers.

"Pathetic."

Tears start to well in his huge, emerald green eyes.

"No. No, Potter. Don't cry. They'll think I've hurt you. So shhhhh."

More tears and a whimper.

"Shhhhhh."

He let out a small sob.

"Shut it!"

He starts Full out crying.

"Shhhh!!! Oh God! Damn it! Shut the fuck up!"

Sobbing.

"Ugh!!!! Shhhhhh! Quiet you little pest! Oh fuck it!" I pulled the crying Harry to my chest and rocked him back and forth.

"There, there, you stupid prat. No one is hurting you."

For now anyways. Ugh. fuck.

"Shhh. Being quiet is good."

Soon, Baby Potter's sobs were reduced to muffled sniffles.

I rub the child's back, hoping he'll stop completely. He's getting slobber and snot all on my robes.

Eventually, he stopped completely. Now, Potter is laying against my chest looking all around the room.

Finally.

Gods I hope I don't have to look after him. He's just-ugh.

After a little while, they all came back in.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, while all of us work on a cure for Mr. Potter, you are in charge of him. Consider this your punishment. You both hated eachother, but he doesn't remember any of that right now. So you will be taking good care of him. You will not harm him in any way, shape, or form. And you will treat him like you would your own child or family member. We will be watching. Understood? Are we clear, Mr. Malfoy?"

Sigh.

"Yes, Headmistress."

"Take this as an opportunity to thank Potter for saving your life."

Urgh.

"And, remember where you could be... If it weren't for him-" she pointed to Potter. "- you would be in Azkaban. Be grateful you aren't there now."I swallowed.

"I am. Yes Headmistress."

"Good. Now Professor Slughorn will lead you to your private room. You were given one so that you can take extra good care of Harry without the interference of others."

With that I was escorted out of her office with Professor Slughorn, Harry still in my arms, head resting on my shoulder.

The private room was located in a secluded area. I've never known this hallway existed.

When we approached the door, I couldn't help but notice the engravings of a Lion and a Snake entwined together.

Hmm.

"Here we are Mr. Malfoy. The password is 'draconem et leonem protegit' *a/n: lol idk. It'll robustly change later.* you may change it to whatever you would like. But for this first month-"

FIRST month....?!?!??

"-I'd ask you to keep it as is. Afterwords you are free to change it."

I nod.

"Alright then. I'll leave you and Mr. Potter to it. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." With that he left.

Harry and I make our way into the room. I shut the door behind us. I take this time to look over the whole room. There is a huge sofa near a fire place in what looks to be a small living room. Then there is a little kitchen at one side of the room. It's got a small table and a high chair. It has everything we need. On the other side of the room, it's like a child's paradise. Stuffed animals, play pens, puzzles, paint sets, and thing a child would love to play with is in here. Harry picked up is head from my shoulder and looked around the room for himself. The little Harry gasped at the sight before him and started to try to wriggle free from my grasp. I set him on the floor and watch as he crawls over to his play area, giggling all the way.

Hmmph. Innocent little git.

I leave Harry to his playing as I go to take a look around the rest of the room. I walk down the small hallway, through a door to see a bedroom with a huge master bed. Nicely decorated if I do say so myself. It looks like my all of my stuff has already been moved to here. And then in the room right across from mine looks to be Harry's. It's got a nice sized crib with more toys inside and has painted, flying snitches all around the room. Another child's paradise. And in the other corner must be a small child's bed for when he gets a little bigger. And then at the end of the small hallway must be our bathroom. Again, very nicely decorated. Anything I'll ever need for Potter any myself is already in here. He even has new baby clothes. Everything is and looks do nice.

I could get used to this.

The squeal of a very amused child startles me.

Oh yeah, Potter's here and is a baby.

I walk back down the hall into his little play area to see baby Potter having a long, heated discussion with a stuffed seal and a stuffed horse. Of course it sounds like only babbling and squealing and laughing. But to him, it might as well be a sophisticated speech.

Potter looks up when he sees me. He looks up at me looking a little confused as to who I was.

He doesn't remember me.

He looks as if he's about to cry. I guess he doesn't do well with strangers.

"Erm." I kneel down in front of him.

"Uh- hi Pot-um- Harry. My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. You're name is Pot- Harry Potter. I'm not going to hurt you." Well at least I'll try. I'm hoping he can understand words.

He looks at me, a little less frightened, but still wary.

"I'm going to watch over you until we can get you back to your normal self."

Sigh.

His stupid, idiotic self.

Still quite not understanding everything, Harry lets it go. I guess he's deemed me alright, because after staring at me for a few seconds, a little grin appeared on his face and he started to giggle.

Hmm.

He drops his toys and crawls over to his pile of stuffed animals to retrieve two new ones. Once he selected the right ones, Harry crawled back over to me, still grinning, and squealed as he placed his two new toys in my lap. He then crawled back over to his previous spot, picked up his toys, and looked at me expectantly.

I don't know what to do. Ugh babies.

"Oh-erm- thank you Potter. What a lovely-er- whale and-uh- hippogriff you've given me. I love them." I say, trying to please the child.

Harry still was looking at me expectantly.

I'm so confused of what to do! I've never done this!

"Uhm-"

"P-pay! Pway!"

"What?"

"P-pway wiff hah"

It's obvious Harry is still learning to speak. I'll have to make a mental note to teach him later.

I set the animals on the ground, Ready to do.... Something... With them.

"Erm."

Good Merlin I haven't played with toys in years.

Not knowing what else to do, I sat the whale down and the took the hippogriff and made it start attacking the whale. I was remembering what the beast did to me in 3rd year.

I guess this please Potter, because he was laughing and squealing hysterically. I looked up, shocked. Maybe I'm on to something here. I then took the whale and made the whale fight back, like I wanted to do, by bouncing it on top of the hippogriff, crushing it with its weight.

This made Potter fall backwards with laughter. Little Potter was just laying on the ground laughing at the ceiling. When he tried to get up, he kept falling back again. This made him laugh even more.

"Boy, Potter. Never knew what joys falling would bring a baby." I said as I helped him sit up again.

He just giggled. He then picked up his toys again and walked them over to me. Potter started to babble; I guess that means he's trying to have his animals converse with my animals.

"Oh hello-er- Mr. Seal. My name is-uhm- blubber." I made the whale say.Harry lost it again.

"B-BL-BLOOBER HEHEHE BUBER!" Harry chanted. I just sat back and stared as he laughed and laughed and laughed. I don't think I've ever seen Potter so happy.

After a little while, he regained his composure and started to talk to my animals again. I had no idea what he was trying to say. So I just replied with things such as:

"Oh yes. The weather is quite nice."

"The hippogriff is named Satan."

"Oh yes, yes I did notice you've lost weight."

"I am the Hippogriff Satan. Fear me! I will kill you with my mighty hooves of death."

"You don't say?!"

"Oh no she didn't."

"You're way too good for him, Mrs. Horse."

And so on and so on and so on.

After a little while of senseless talk, I finally looked at my watch. I had lost track of time. From the looks of it I've been playing with Potter for nearly an hour and a half! At least he's having fun.

And I have to admit, it's kind of nice to play 'kid' again.

Looking at the time, it seems like a good idea to start to make dinner for Potter.

I haven't eaten much... Ever since... Well you probably know.

"Alright Mrs. Horse and Mr. Seal, Harry and Draco have to go and eat human foods now. We will definitely have to play again! Bye!" With that I walked my animals over to the large pile of other toys and put them back.

"B-buh- bye!" Harry cheered, crawling over to the pile and throwing his own toys on it. Potter crawled back over and sat in front of me. He just grinned at me before squealing with laughter.

"You love to laugh... Don't you,Potter?" I say as I watch him.

I, experimentally, took my right hand and ran my fingers over his stomach in a playful way. This made Harry laugh harder. I pulled away, then did it again. More laughter.

Next I took both my hands and began to tickle baby Potter. I couldn't resist. I have to admit... He's cute.... As a child of course.

Harry is rolling on the ground, squealing with laughter, his little face turning red and small tears forming in his eyes.

"HAHAHA! D-DA STUP EET!"

I will definitely have to teach him his words.

I remove my hands and help him sit up again.

"Now, since you are just a little boy, you need to learn how to talk. So that when you're older you can pronounce spells and all."

He just looked at me.

"Can you say your name for me?"

He looked at me again, more confused this time.

Sigh. I picked little Potter up and walked him and myself over to the couch. I set him down across from me.

"Repeat after me." He nods.

"Harry."

"Hah."

"No. Your name is Harry, ok?"

"Otay!"

Sigh.

"Harry."

"Hah."

"No... Try again. Harry."

"Hah-haw-hatw-hawey?"

"A little better. Try again. Harry."

"Hah-ha- hawey-Hawy-Hawwy!"

"Good, Harry! Now try to roll your 'r's so you can properly say your name."

"Hawwy!"

"Uhm. Almost. Roll your 'r's for me. Your name is Harry."

"R-ray-Ry-rry!"

Sigh.

"Harry."

"Hawwy!"

"Ok it's good enough for now. Can your try to say my name?" He nods.

"Draco."

"Da!"

"No. Try again. Draco."

"D-Da-Day!"

"Almost. Keep trying. Draco."

"Day-dway!"

"Closer... Draco."

"Dway.. Dw- DWACO!"

"Yes Harry! It's ok for now. Once you learn your 'r's it'll all work itself out."

He giggled and clapped his hands.

We spent a good part of the rest of the day. I taught him how to say his and my last name and he (sort of) got them right. It'll work out eventually. He's doing great for his first day. I taught him simple little words and he's speaking better than he was when he first turned into a baby. We will work on our words and speaking every night until he gets the hang of it. Now, he's using his name in a sentence.

"Ha-Hawwy wikes ta eeat chickun fow bweakfust." He burst into giggles.

"Good,Harry, good!" I clap my hands. I learned he likes that. It gives him a sense of success and a will to keep trying to be good. Likes to be praised that little git. He claps along with me.

He then holds out his hands. Looking at me, expectantly.

"H-haigh faive!"

Oh!

I give Harry a double high-five, with a grin on my face. He laughs after we finish our little celebratory high-five.

"Yay!"

"Yes, yay. You hungry?"

"Hawwy awlways hungy!"

I giggle. "Alright. How about a bowl of mashed potatoes and some juice?" Potter nodded animatedly.

"Ok then. Let me get changed first and then I'll make your food." Potter clapped his hands. I pick Potter up quickly and set him over by his toys.

With that, I make my way into my room to put on some more comfortable clothing.

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What in the world is this? I do see my clothes, but only my school shirts and all. Where the bloody hell are my night stuff? They've got to be in here somewhere.

Ugh. Whatever.

I'll just settle for something comfortable... And I'll find all of my belongings in the morning.

As I look through my drawers, I am not finding anything that would be suitable to wear to bed.

That is... Until I checked the next drawer.

...

To say I was horrified was an understatement. In the drawer was a pair of black sweatpants. Underneath it, however, was a blue sweater with the letter 'D' on it.

Bloody hell... This is like one of those sweaters the Weasleys got every year.

Oh Merlin.

Well... It'll have to do. I quickly change into these fresh clothes and dispose of the ones that I had on all day in the hamper.~~~~dressingdraco~~~~Once I'm decent, I head back down the hall to see what Potter was up to. I peak my head around the corner to see him playing with his toy train next to his little easel *¿spelling?* and paints.

When he saw me peaking, he started giggling at me!

"Hi Daco!"

"Draco." I remind.

"Dwaco!"

I smile faintly at him.

"Alright. I'm going to make you dinner now. Just stay there and don't get into anything. Don't make a mess. Just stay."

"I stay dake!"

Sigh.

With one last look in Potter's direction. I run into the kitchen. I've got to make this fast.

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Harry's POV ;3 *may be hard to read. Let me know because I intend to do this occasionally.*

Hmm. Dake is nice. He less me pway-play wiff toys.

Hmmmmmm.

Dis room iz so un-fun. Dwaco toll me not to do notin. But wha if dwaco dudn't like da woom colah.

Hmmm. Dwaco pway-played wiff me. I surpwise him. I make him hapee like he maded me hapee.

I gonna decowate!!! But wiff what??

....

'Whas dat?' I pik up a bottle uff colahful stuff.

Dis will be otay fow now. I hope Dwaco is supwised!

Ooooh an I dwaw him a pwetty pictoor too! Maybee he will hang it on da wall!!! Or da fwidge!

I hide it in ma bed so I give to him when he don't see it.

Yay!

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I'm a little nervous, I've never really had to cook for anyone before. Very few times I have, but it was mostly for myself. Why can't we use the house elves?!

Ugh. Oh well. He's a baby.... He won't judge.

Hopefully.

I move to the cabinets and searched for the things I needed to make Potter's dinner. Conveniently, there was a container of mashed potatoes in the cabinet. And in the fridge, a little tub of juice.

Perfect.

I quickly made and heated up the mashed potatoes, while pouring a small amount of juice in a small baby-sized cup for Potter.

I looked around the room until I spotted the little high chair for him to sit in and eat. I moved that right up next to the table.

You know... Just in case he would spill something.

Or choke.

Wouldn't want that.

Not that I'm concerned. Just because I would get in so much trouble, you know?

Ok whatever.

Once everything was finished, I put the food on the table temporarily. I'll put it on the high chair when I place Potter inside it.

So far so good. Now that I see that Potter's dinner is settled, I look around for something for me.

I'm not hungry. I'm barely ever hungry.

So I settle for a cup of tea. Merlin I cannot wait to head off to bed. It's been a long day.

Now where are the tea cups?

All of our cabinets are practically empty except for a few things here and there. But there are no tea cups.
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I finally get to checking one of the corner, where I find this hideous pink mug.

Well it'll have to do.

I look the mug over to see if there's any cracks, when I turn the cup around to see something worse than the colour.

This bloody mug says "Princess" with a little crown above it.

This is humiliating.

Sigh. Well it's better than nothing. And I could really use a good cuppa.
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I start to ponder what all has happened today as my tea brews.

Potter tried to speak with me.
Potter was turned into a baby.
I was given the task to take care of him.
Potter and I were given a new room, away from the Gryffindors... And the Slytherins.

That's one good thing about today. Now I don't have to worry about living in a place where I was no longer accepted. I don't have to worry about people throwing hexes at me when my back is turned. Or my roommates attempting to shove a sock in my mouth as I slept.

And so on and so on.

This is going to be interesting.

My tea was finished. I set my cup down on the table in front of my chair.

Just as I'm about to get Potter I hear squealing...

I quickly make my way into the other room... And I immediately stop.

Oh no...

"What in the world are you doing?!?!?!"

Potter freezes and turns to face me and I gasp.

The walls are covered in blue finger paint. It's on the couch, wall, the floor, had his hair is completely covered in paint.

Oh my God.

"Potter! What were you thinking?!"

I probably shouldn't have been so loud, because his lip starts to tremble and his eyes fill with tears.

"I-I wuz twynna r-rwedecowate.. I tought y-you didnit wike da colah."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try to calm myself down.

Oh if I would've done this when I was a child... What my father would've done.

I cringe.

I don't want to be my father... But I'm scared I already am.

"Daddy please stop!"

SMACK

"I am not 'daddy' I am 'father' and you will treat and speak to me with respect!"

SMACK

"You should feel lucky everyday I don't disown you. You will shape up... You have quite the future ahead of you. And you will do everything exactly as I say."

SMACK

"Come on! Take it like a man! Stop your crying. A Malfoy doesn't cry!"

I shudder.

That was the day I broke my mother's fine china.

Sigh... I'm so fucked up.

A small, broken, whimper breaks me from my thoughts.

I look to see Potter.

"I-I ssowwy Dwaco! I-"

I walk over to him and he flinches away.

Merlin I can't even walk up to a small child without seeming intimidating.

"Shh. It's ok. We'll get you cleaned up after dinner. For now just... Just stay blue."

I sigh and lean down to pick him up and lead him into the kitchen and place him in the high chair.

It's going to be a long night.

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"Dwaco!"

I scowled at Potter.

Just because I'm not going to punish him as my father would, doesn't mean I'm not irritated with it.

And besides... It's Potter.

"Yes, blue boy?"

"I finish-ed my food!"

"Alright then... Stay put while I clean up your art work."

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Bloody hell.

After what felt like forever, I finally was able to get the blue off of everything.

I hope.

It's good for now.

I almost forget about the baby when I hear a whimper from the kitchen.

Potter seems to be getting agitated in his hair chair.

"Not fun sitting in one of those for long is it, Potter?" I ask with a smirk. "Come on now, child, it's time for a bath."
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"Potter stop throwing water around!"

"Hehe sowwy! Is so fun!"

Weird.

Getting Potter into the bath was hard because he felt he didn't need one.

Getting him into the water was hard because he needed a specific temperature. Don't want to burn or freeze child Potter.

Now... He won't stop playing with the water.

Washing him, I think, was the worst.

Not just because it was Potter... But because it's a baby. That means it can get hurt easily. I don't want to hurt a child. I'm afraid.

But Potter didn't seem to be in pain.

It was also awkward.. Because it was Potter.

I quickly washed his body, scrubbing at all his blue spots, and trying to clean him properly.

Sigh.

Next I shampooed his little head, which was the hardest because his scalp was also blue.

That took a while.

Once I deemed Potter completely clean and blue-less, I removed him from the bath and dried him off, slipping him into another onesie. This one was red with flying snitches on it.

"Wha dat?!"

"Snitches."

"Sn-Sni-sniz-SNIZJEZ"

"Good, Potter, good. We'll work on more words later."

I carry Potter to his room and put him in his bed-crib thing.

"Alright, let's talk. I know your intentions were harmless in the other room... But having to clean up messes makes me sad. In the future if you want to do anything like this, ask me first. I will let you."

More like put a spell on the wall so it can be easily removed.

"But painting and drawing should stay on paper, ok? Are you understanding me?"

"Yes.."

"Ok.. Goodnight, Potter."

Just as I'm about to head out the door and shut off the lights, I hear his little voice.

"Dwake?"

"Yes, Potter?"

"You mad?"

"No... Not as much."

"Y'are!" His bottom lip starts quivering and tears well in his eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"You call me Pottee!"

Oh..

"I'm sorry, Pot- Harry. I didn't know that made you upset." I quickly try to wipe the tears from his eyes. I don't want him to start screaming.

"I-I made you sometin.."

"You did?" I asked, a little worried. His last present was quite-well-blue.

"It's in da other room." He lifts his arms for me to pick him up.

I do. And I carry him into the living room, near his art supplies. I sit down and watch.

I set him down and he crawls over and picks up a small piece of paper. He brings it back to me and place it in my lap.

"I sowwy, Dwaco."

I look from him to the piece of paper now in my lap. I open it up to find a picture of a lion and a snake, both with hearts for eyes.

It is quite cute, actually.

"I made it earliwer. Do ya wike it?"

"I love it." And it's true. It was a very sweet gesture.

Older Potter would be quite embarrassed though. When he's back to normal the gifts from Potter stop.

Sigh. Stupid Potter.

Older Potter, at least.

"Are you gonna hanged it on da fwidge?"

"Yeah. In fact.. I'll hang it there right now."

"Yay! Dwake liked my dawing!"

I can't help but smile as I put the drawing at the top of the fridge.

"Thank you, Harry." I say as I scoop him up and carry him to bed.

Once he's in bed again, I tuck him in and turn off the lights. I hear a small voice.

"Goodnight, dwaco."

From the doorway, I turn to look at his small form in the bed.

"Goodnight, Harry." And I left him to his sleep.

I didn't even make it to the bed that night. After the day I've had... I just crashed on the couch.
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A/n:

Hello! Hope you liked it. Hope it's not too bad. Idk.

For some reason some texts got weird and were in bold idk. And some parts were written a while ago.... So I can't remember what was supposed to be bold and what wasn't. Oh well I guess.

Fuck.

-TDTM78