Baby's dont do potions ( Drarry )

Chapter 1 - Accidents in Potions

Hello my readers and shippers, I've started this new series because I was reading and I thought. 'Almost every (baby) Harry x Draco series doesn't continue until Harry is all grown up and stuff' so I decided why not! So we are. Enjoy, I hope you do! share my stories with your friends if you'd like!

Harry's P.O.V

"What time is it?" I look over to the clock that is placed on my night table. "IM LATE!" I rush out of bed and put on my robes and a red undershirt. I sprint out into the hallway not caring if my tie wasn't tied the best way. Okay I have potions. Snape will have my head for this! Why do I always sleep in? why didn't Ron or somebody wake my up?! oh wait... he did... I fell back to sleep.

 I reach the door and slowly open it and pass through, trying not to disturbe the class. I look back to the door as it slams shut. Here we go again. I think to myself. "Mr. Potter when must you learn to-." I fall backwards into a table. I can feel something cold but soothing pour onto my head. "Potter!" I can hear a voice but can't tell who it was.  I'm dizzy? why is everything so blurry? Those were my last thought until I black out for who knows how long.

Draco's P.O.V

What just happened? I'm working on my de-aging potion assigned to us. I finish early per usual. then potter bumps into my caldron! Today was already bad when I woke up and didn't have any coffee. This is just great.

I look down to see a pile of clothing. Did I make the potion incorrectly?  I see a little patch of raven brown hair pop out form under the robes, which looked huge in comparison to Harry's new figure. I can hear a small whimper come from him. Is he young again? I kneed down and reach my arms out to him. He looked a little cute crying as a kid.

"Shh its okay." I look to the little Harry. How old is he? Maybe three or four? Yeah that seems right. I pull harry close and caress his arms. "It's okay Harry, I'm Here." I can hear the whispers from around the classroom. 'What did Malfoy just say? He said Potter right?' 'Malfoy has a nice side?' I ignore all of the chatter. "Who are 'ou?" I can hear him say as he held back tears I his eyes. His eyes are really big up-close, and very green and silvery? They consumed everything that looked into them, it seemed anyway. 

"I'm Draco, call me Draco." I slowly try to pick up Harry but he hesitated to let me. I cradle him in my arms saying worthless words to confort him. Harry is really light, he weights as much as a feather. I put Harry on my waist and turn to my uncle. "I'm going to Madam Pomphrey. Okay?" I dont wait for a reply and leave, leaving all conversations pinned up in the air. I can hear a slight sigh though not a tired one, it was a 'finally' sigh. What was that for? Uh never mind I got to go now. I hear Harry whimper a little bit as I hold him making sure he doesn't fall from my grip.

I walk into the infirmary, and see that nobody was there. Perfect. Madam Pomphrey?! I have an issue. I see the woman step out from behind a curtain, holding a book, something about healing. "What is it dear?" I show her Harry and place him down on the ground. Harry runs and hides behind my legs. Why was he so shy?  "You can see the issue now right? Harry bumped into my cauldron during potions and a de-ageing potion spilled all over him. I think he's about three or four years of age now."

She tried to look to Harry but the boy just his behind me and held onto my robes, tightly like it was his life line. "Please place him on this bed." I nod and pick up harry and place him on the bed. "If you would Draco, could you please step out." I nod again but stop once I see little Harry jump off the bed and grasp onto my robes again. "What do you want?" I ask smoothly as to not scare Harry more than he already was. "Pweas' stay." 

Why is this boy so cute!! I pick Harry up and place him on the bed once again, but this time I stay right next to the curtain. In his view. "Potter dear can you please lift your shirt for me?" I hear the nurse say. Harry looks down to his lap. "Don' call me dat. Its a bad name." What does he mean it's a bad name?  I look to Pomphrey, she looks back. I shrug unknowingly. "Why would you think that dear?" Harry's posture shrinks. "Vernon said it was a bed name. Potter's are freaks, I dont think I'm a freak. Am I?" Harry looked up to me. I walk over out of instinct and rub his back. I could feel his back arch. "Your not a freak, that Vernon is for telling you that" I sooth Harry. he didn't deserve this. No child should. "Oh okay." Harry spits out as if he didn't care unless I said it didn't matter.