Baby Harry (Drarry)

Chapter 1

"Harry! Wake up already!" Ron yelled. Harry groaned and turned away. Why did Ron have to be so loud this early in the morning? "Harry! We're going to be late to potions!"

Harry jumped up cursing. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"I tried!" Ron cried defensively. Harry just ran as fast as he could to potions. Snape was going to kill him. He tripped on his robes twice before he made it to the room.

"Mr. Potter," Snape growled. "Ten points from Gryffindor for tardiness."

Harry put his head down and walked swiftly to his partner: Draco Malfoy. Harry has had a crush on him for ages but he couldn't tell him that. Draco would have a field day if he found out that the-boy-who-lived was gay.

But as Harry was walking he tripped over his robes and knocked into the cauldron, spilling the potion on himself. 

"Great job, Potter." Malfoy snapped. Harry would've responded but he felt dizzy.

It went black.

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Draco's POV

I turned around to clean up the potion but when I turned around Potter was gone.

"Potter?" I asked. Snape growled, he had seen the whole thing and was not happy. Suddenly there was movement on the floor.

There, looking up at me with curious eyes, was a baby Potter.

I, of course did the most manly thing to do in such a situation.

"Merlin, Draco! Stop screaming! You sound like a girl!" Pansy cried covering her ears. I stopped screaming.

Harry was cowering and crying, looking at the room with fear. I couldn't help it, I bent down and lifted the shaking child in my arms and tried to soothe him. The class stared at me in awe as I comforted Potter. "What?" I snapped. "Never seen a person comfort a baby, have you?"

"Class dismissed!" Snape growled. "Parkinson! Fetch Dumbledore and Miss Pomfrey!" Pansy nodded and scurried off with the rest of the students. The classroom was soon empty, silent save for Potters whimpers. 

I looked down to see he had stuffed his hand into his mouth to stifle his cries. His eyes widened as he saw that I knew he was crying. He cowered away from me in fear. "I sowwy. I be qwuet. I pwomise. Pwease don' huwt me." he whimpered. I froze and turned to see Snape matching a similar expression of horror.

"Oh no, kitten," I exclaimed, rubbing my hand on his head soothingly. "No one here is going to hurt you. It's okay." he looked at me in confusion. He then slowly nodded and looked around at the now empty classroom.

"Where awe we?" he asked. Potter looked about one or two so his english, save for the baby accent, was rather impeccable. 

"We're at Hogwarts," I said. "Do you know who I am, Potter?"

His eyes widened and he clapsed his hands around my mouth to close it. He looked nervously around the room. "Shhh. Potter bad word! Yoo can' say dat! Yoo get 'unished!" he said. I took his baby hands off my face in disgust.

"Alright, alright, Harry." I said. "Do you remember anything?"

Harry paled and nodded, tears forming in his eyes. "I was scawed." he whispered. "It was too dawrk." 

Suddenly the door burst open and Dumbledore, Miss Pomfrey and the mudblood and weasley ran into the room. Dumbledore looked at Harry sadly. 

"Harry!" the mudblood screamed. She raced over and pried Harry from my arms, ignoring the protests from said boy, and glared at me. "What have you done to him?" she cried.

"Nothing!" I sneered. "he did this to himself." 

"Yeah and I'm a natural blonde! Weasley shouted at me. 

"Children, calm down. Can't you see you're scaring Harry?" Dumbledore said calmly. Sure enough, Harry was terrified. The mudblood spouted apologies and began to comfort Harry. I'd be lying if I wasn't jealous. I did sort of have a crush on Harry. Not that I'd ever tell him that. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Harry? How old are you?"

"Six an' half." Harry said softly. I paled and I'm sure everyone else in the room was just as surprised. Harry could possibly pass for a three year old but only barely. Claiming he's six and a half...that was a stretch. 

"I see," Dumbledore looked around. "Well, I suppose we should send him back to the Dursley's while we find a cure."

"No!" Harry shouted, surprising everyone. "I stay wif him!" Harry pointed at me. I felt the blood drain from my face. The Weasley looked at him in surprise.

"Really mate?" he asked. "You wanna stay with Malfoy?"

Harry nodded his head and reached his arms out to me, waiting for me to take him. I walked up to him, uncertain, before I took the six year old in my arms. He smiled and wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and snuggled close to my chest. 

"Well, I suppose he'll be staying with you, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said. I sputtered.

"What? But what about my classes? Besides he hates me!" I cried, thinking of some sort of excuse. I couldn't stay with Potter. I just couldn't. I felt Harry sniff. He looked up at me, tears brimming over his eyes.

"I don' hate yoo. Pwease. I be good. I no loud. I don' make messes. Pwease. I be good." he said, his voice cracking in odd areas. I sighed.

"Fine. You can stay with me." 

"Now before you go, I'd like Miss Pomfrey to check him for any injuries." Dumbledore said. 

Miss Pomfrey stepped forward and raised her wand. Harry looked at it and gasped. He whimpered and squirmed out of my arms, and dropped to the ground running. He ran to the edge of the classroom and looked at Miss Pomfrey wearily. "Oh come now, dear," Miss Pomfrey said. "Come on. It won't hurt. I just want to make sure you're not hurting anywhere."

"I can tell yoo." Harry argued. "I don wike dat. I tell yoo where I hurt den yoo go away." he said. Miss Pomfrey looked hurt then nodded and reluctantly put her wand away. Harry visibly relaxed once it was gone. 

"Now," she said, approaching Harry cautiously. "Where does it hurt?"

Harry gestured to his back and his chest and his legs. "All ob dis hurts. My back hurts weally bad. Now, go away." 

"Harry will you show me your back?" Miss Pomfrey asked. Harry paled and shook his head. 

"NO!" he shouted. "Yoo can' see! I get 'unished if yoo see. Go away!" Miss Pomfrey looked back to the group for help.  Professor Snape and Dumbledore looked just as confused as Miss Pomfrey. The mudblood stepped forward.

"Let me try," she said. She then turned to Harry. "Harry, can you please show Miss Pomfrey your back? We just want to make sure you're okay. She's not going to hurt you. And no one is going to punish you for showing us. We promise."

Harry looked at her."I won' get 'unished?" the mudblood shook her head. "Otay...." Harry turned around and allowed Miss Pomfrey to take a look at hisback. She gently lifted up his shirt, and gasped. I looked at the reactions of everyone else, and saw they all wore expressions of horror. 

I stepped up to see what was on his back and gasped at the scene in front of me.

Harry's back was ruined. Marred by lashings, probably from a belt of some sort. And carved  across his back, on top of the lashings was the word 'Freak'. It looked new and it was starting to heal. Some of the letters were still bleeding. 

"What....is that?" I asked.