The Elixir Of Time

Chapter 2

Draco's POV

The room went utterly silent as all eyes landed on the scene in the back of the potions classroom.

Slughorn had finally strode over, the shock rolling off of him. "Weasley! To the Headmistress' office right now! I can't even begin to comprehend the damage you might've caused."

The Weasel was fuming and quickly darted out of the room.

No one spoke. No one even dared to move as we all stared at the pile of clothes that laid on the floor. Even Slughorn was waiting in anticipation to even see if Potter was still alive and with us.

An unfinished de-aging potion can have several nasty affects, if one is not careful. I have only heard a few stories, but some people have even disappeared from the potion spilling all over them. It causes a different type of reaction when uncompleted.

Slowly, but surely, there was tiny movements under the pile of fabric. A moment later and a head popped out. One of messy raven hair and bright green eyes that still had the rather large glasses falling off his nose. The clothes slipped passed his shoulders and exposed his chest and stomach, but luckily kept the rest of him covered.

My stomach turned at the sight of him. It was not just his small size that was alarming, but the sheer amount of cuts and bruises that laid across his bare skin.

"Potter?" I questioned, seeing as everyone else was still in shock. The boy looked over at me, he whimpered slightly as tears rushed down his face swiftly, taking in the scene around him and quickly growing terrified.

"I sowy!" He sobbed. He kept repeating himself over and over again. No one seemed to know what to do and everyone was gradually becoming more and more concerned of the current look of things.

Is this really Harry Potter? What's happened to him? He looks like he's been tortured.

I instantly felt bad for the little boy in front of me. This is not the Potter I knew and have spent the last several years with.

This is a scared, little boy, who's probably never even been held his entire life.

I knelt down only to have him flinch away, his sobbing only getting worse and he covered his face in his hands, trying desperately to stop the tears.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I said soothingly. He looks at me hesitantly. "What's your name?"

"Hawwy." He said after a few moments of continued crying and hiccups.

"Hello Harry, I'm Draco." I told him. I gave him a light smile, hoping to make him feel more comfortable. The people in the room seemed alarmed by my calm behavior, but it's not like I was going to bash a child. I'm not that evil. "How old are you?" I asked, but to be honest, I don't exactly know what I am getting myself into by being the one to step in. I even surprised myself by doing so.

"Fouw" He replied.

The people in the room seemed to gasp. There's no way he's four. He's so tiny and skinny. He looks more like a one year old, certainly not four.

"What mess have you gotten yourself into now, dear boy?" Slughorn said, now giving the child a pointed look. The boy looked at Slughorn and whimpered.

"I s'rry, pwease don' be mad!" He started crying again.

"Professor, you're scaring him!" I said. "Please don't cry, Harry! He didn't mean to frighten you." I tried consoling the boy. He wiped his eyes rapidly, his glasses finally falling to the ground. He slowly crawled towards me, his over sized clothes following him. "No one here is going to hurt you, so please don't be afraid." I whispered to the boy.