Marauders age regression one shots

Bandaged Daddy

The door to their cozy cottage creaked open as Harry stepped inside, kicking off his boots with a sigh of relief. The warmth of the fireplace greeted him, as did the faint hum of Draco playing quietly in the living room.

"Daddy's home!" Harry called softly, careful not to startle Draco.

A squeal erupted from the next room, and moments later, a small blonde blur came rushing toward him. Draco, barefoot and wearing one of Harry's t-shirts that fell to his knees, skidded to a halt.

"Daddy!" His wide, gray eyes darted over Harry, taking in his slightly disheveled appearance.

"I'm fine, love," Harry reassured him quickly, crouching down. He smiled and opened his arms for a hug. Draco, however, stood frozen, his lip quivering.

"Daddy's got boo-boos," Draco whispered, pointing to a small cut on Harry's cheek and a faint scrape on his forearm.

Harry reached for Draco, but the little one stepped back, his face stern as he held up a hand. "No hugs yet! You need doctowing!"

Suppressing a chuckle, Harry nodded solemnly. "Of course, Doctor Dragon. Lead the way."

Draco puffed out his chest at the nickname, grabbed Harry's hand, and tugged him toward the couch. "Sit, Daddy. I'll fix you."

Harry obediently sat, leaning back as Draco scurried off to fetch his "medical supplies," which consisted of colorful bandaids, cotton balls, and a plastic toy stethoscope.

When Draco returned, he climbed up onto the couch beside Harry, his expression serious. "Wots of boo-boos," he muttered, inspecting Harry's arm.

Harry smiled, letting Draco take charge. "You think you can handle it, Doctor?"

"Mmhm!" Draco nodded vigorously, carefully cleaning Harry's scrape with a damp cotton ball. "Daddy, dis might sting."

Harry bit back a laugh as Draco made exaggerated, soothing shushing noises while applying a bright bandaid adorned with little dragons. "All bettew now," Draco declared with a proud smile.

"Thank you, Doctor Dragon," Harry said, admiring the bandaid.

Draco's eyes flicked to Harry's cheek. "Anothew one," he said, climbing into Harry's lap for a closer look. Harry tilted his head, giving Draco full access as he carefully pressed a bandaid with tiny stars over the cut.

"There. No more boo-boos," Draco announced, finally leaning into Harry's chest.

Harry wrapped his arms around his little one, kissing the top of his head. "You're the best doctor ever, Dragon. I feel all better now."

Draco giggled, snuggling closer. "No mowe boo-boos, Daddy," he murmured sleepily.

"I'll try, love," Harry promised, stroking Draco's hair. He'd keep himself safe for many reasons, but his little doctor was always at the top of that list.