A certain gryffindor golden boy runs late for potions. He bumps into a desk with a clatter Harry is drenched with the contents of the cauldron. Moldy voldy died the first time and stayed dead. Please be nice and don't judge me to harshly! this is my first story and I want feed back about things I can make better! Also anything 'Harry Potter' related in this story is not mine! The idea for this story is mine tho! Thanks to @The_Awesome7 for the cover edit💚

I was aiming at the frog and shouted: "subtraxerim utilium!" Everything went in slow motion. Ron pushed Malfoy, who caught himself from falling right in front of my wand. At the horror of everyone, my spell hit him and he disappeared, his black robes in a pile on the ground. Professor McGonagall was the first to react after a shocked silence. "I warned you about NOT hitting any students! Where is Mr. Malfoy, Potter?" She was looking worried and I slowly made my way to the Slytherin's robes. I stopped myself when a little blond headed boy, not older than 2, stood up, clothes way too big around him, making him stumble forwards before he caught himself and asked in a confused tone: "Hawwy?"

Draco and Harry once again find themselves fighting, but what happens when Draco's spell goes wrong, and he has to take care of an even younger Potter? (I want to say that this isn't my book i'm just rewriting it for the one who had it posted on their account for they deleted it.)

a one shot book for bungou stray dogs cause my other one got deleted :)) contains: → fluff → smut → angst → requests: CLOSED ←