The Light Brings Truth Brings Joy [HIATUS]

Normal Is An Opinion

In all scenarios made up in his head, none of them ended up with him having this problem. Not a single one. He had never asked to feel this way but it happened. Harry Potter, the leader of the golden trio, the chosen one, the boy who lived was in fact a little. Not that he knew what that meant, exactly. Neither did a lot of people in the world. But with what you can come up with, it always exists.

See, Harry had these, let's call them, desires. Desires to be treated just as a child would. After all, he never got that treatment before. He longed for it. Needed it.

Let's be more specific: Harry Potter's childhood was taken right away from him by his family. The Dursley's. Serving them all his life like their own personal servant. What Harry wanted more than anything was to get that back. The only way he could find was to simply pretend he was still young. It seemed practical enough. Better than going back in time at least. But all the same he found it odd. Irregular. Not. Normal.

He was sure he could ask someone about these desires however they would likely think it just the same as he does. Most people have their childhoods already. They dont need a second chance like he does. It just didn't seem normal to him and yet, he still wants it.

Harry is truly confused about it all. Although, there are few things he knows about himself and these thoughts. He knows that he wants to be treated like a small child. Dummies, onesies, bottles, stuffies, etc. But he could get all of that on his own account.

What Harry really wanted was someone to take care of him. Dress him, cuddle with him, give him toys to play with and more. Almost like..a Dad to thier baby. Thats what he wanted. A Daddy. Not in a kinky way though. More as just being a kid and having your parents take care of you. He was figuring things out slowly but surely. This was just another step to getting what he needed.

Even with knowing all this, the boy still doesn't know why he's feeling this way. Like he wants to be treated like a kid. Like he doesn't want to grow up. He can't let people find out he feels like this though. It would destroy his reputation at Hogwarts. Especially if that news got to him.

He's the one that would tease Harry most about it. He's the one that would make his life a living hell for having these thoughts and desires. And his name is Draco Malfoy. The biggest git in school. He's bullied Harry ever since first year. All because he didn't shake the prat's bloody hand. Harry hates him entirely what with his ridiculously perfect hair, his stormy grey eyes, the slight smile he has on his face after he's done something he's proud of and- wait. These thoughts again. They were getting more constant. He hated Malfoy and that was final. At least that's what he told himself.

Harry didnt exactly despise him. He can't despise him no matter how much he bullies him. The boy can't help but feel like he has a reason for it. It surely sounds insane but the way he acts coming back to school after the summer is all too familiar. It's the same way he looks after spending the summer with the Dursley's. Tired and worn from all the yelling, being thrown around, treated like a slave. Abused. But he wondered who could make Malfoy so upset. So broken.

But in his mind, even with hating the other man so much, he couldnt help but wonder what it would be like to get close with him. Become friends. And he wouldnt admit it to himself but he even wanted more than that. But Harry strayed away. He was sure Malfoy wasn't into guys, much less Harry frickin' Potter. He hates him. They're enemies. And that's all he ever sees them as being.

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