Marauders age regression one shots

Manor

Draco sat cross-legged on the floor of their shared apartment, nervously chewing his bottom lip. His toy dragon lay limply in his lap, untouched. Harry stood by the door, arms crossed, looking at Draco with a concerned expression.

"We have to move back to the Manor," Harry said gently for what felt like the tenth time. "This apartment is too small, love. And it'll be so much easier than buying a new house."

Draco shook his head, clinging tighter to the plush dragon. "No," he whispered, voice trembling. 

"I don't want to go back. What if they find..." He glanced nervously toward his room—his crib, sensory blankets, and pacifiers neatly hidden but still there. "They'll think I'm a freak."

Harry's heart ached at the fear in Draco's voice. He crouched down beside him, taking Draco's hand. "They won't think that. But even if they do, it doesn't matter. I won't let anyone make you feel bad for being who you are."

Draco's throat tightened. "You don't know them. They'll be horrified."

Harry pulled Draco into his arms and kissed the top of his head. "It's going to be okay. I'll help you pack everything, and we'll be careful. But they love you. They're going to accept all of you, no matter what."

Despite Harry's reassurances, Draco was still tense when the day of the move arrived. They Apparated to Malfoy Manor, where Narcissa and Lucius were already waiting at the entrance. Draco's stomach twisted with anxiety. His parents welcomed them warmly, but the weight of his fear was suffocating.

Days passed, and despite his best efforts to keep his little items hidden, Draco's worst fear was realized. Narcissa walked into his room one afternoon and saw the crib tucked into the corner, along with his blankets, plushies, and other little items. Draco stood frozen, dread washing over him as his mother blinked at the sight.

He waited for her reaction, his heart pounding in his chest. Would she yell? Would she be disgusted?

But to his surprise, Narcissa's expression softened. She stepped further into the room, gliding a hand over the soft blanket folded on the crib. "Oh, darling," she said softly. "Why didn't you ever tell us?"

Lucius appeared in the doorway a moment later, his sharp gaze landing on the crib. Draco tensed again. But Lucius only raised an eyebrow, then gave a small nod, as though this was the most normal thing in the world.

"You should've mentioned it sooner," Lucius said in a calm, measured tone. "We could've had this custom-made for you."

Draco stared at them in disbelief. "You... you don't think it's weird?"

Narcissa gave a gentle laugh, brushing Draco's hair from his face. "Sweetheart, you've always been our child. This doesn't change a thing."

Lucius glanced toward Harry, giving a slight smile. "In fact, we'll order you more things if that's what you need—more toys, better blankets. Whatever will make you comfortable here."

Draco felt his knees buckle with relief, and before he knew it, Harry was at his side, wrapping him in a reassuring hug. "See?" Harry whispered into his ear. "Told you everything would be okay."

Narcissa stepped closer, cupping Draco's cheek. "We just want you to be happy, love."

Harry grinned and kissed the top of Draco's head. "Looks like you're stuck with us—and your crib."

For the first time in days, Draco let out a shaky laugh. The knot of anxiety in his chest began to unravel, and for the first time, he felt truly at home—not just in the Manor but in himself.