Harry Potter the strangest 10 year old boy ever

Hospital-wing

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"Speaking"
**“Thinking”**

To say that Madam Pomfrey was startled when Draco Malfoy ran into her hospital wing with a confused but serene smiling Harry Potter in his arms would be an understatement.
Not that she was surprised about the pairing, doing a midnight check on injured and dreaming seekers did that to you. Especially when the boys seemed to have the same, rather interesting dream, about celebrating a quidditch-match, with the winner riding the broom of the defeated seeker to cheer him up.
It’s unnecessary to mention that the midnight check was immediately postponed in benefits of the dreamers and listeners dignity. But she thought that both boys wear still in their cupboards or together in one cupboard how ever you looked at it.
Seeing the blond’s expression of horror/shame/confusion she immediately changed into nurse mode.

"What has happened Mr. Malfoy?"

"He is hurt. Harry is hurt. I have hurt him. I… oh my god I…"

And with that he collapsed leaving a confused and surprised Harry sitting in his lap.

"Are you Madam Pomfrey? Are you a nurse? I think he needs one. Is he badly injured? Did I hurt him? Surly I did, he wouldn’t have fainted if I didn’t, wouldn’t he? I Ahh…"

Unnoticed to little Harry, even unconscious Draco still had his hand on Harry’s arm and as he tried to jump up this hand tightened its grip and Harry quite ungracefully sat down again.

Those were shocking news to Madam Pomfrey. When Harry Potter could not remember the hospital wing and her, he must be seriously hurt. So she immediately started to perform monitoring spells while she questioned him.

"Mr. Potter where does it hurt and what happened? Was you-know-who involved? Did someone cast a spell on you? Why did...“

"No! Nothing freakish happened I swear! I didn’t do anything freakish to him! I just.. I just.. I want to wake up that’s not a nice dream anymore! Please!"

"Mr. Potter get a hold on yourself even if you don’t recognise where you are, that is no reason to act like a child and what is that “freakish” nonsense about? And now for the last time before I’m going to stun you: where does it hurt you?"

"Ahm, nowhere?" asked a rather confused Harry.

He just couldn’t get past the question of “where does it hurt you?” No adult had ever asked him a question like that. To be correct no one had ever cared enough about him to ask such a question, except the angel.

**“…!”**

"My angel is the one hurt! You have to help him not me!"

"Your angel?...?! Oh, Mr. Malfoy is not hurt he just over exited himself and carrying you running up the stairs is also nothing I would advise someone in his state of emotional overrun, at least as long as the person prefer to have enough air left to stay conscious."

Madam Pomfrey answered, slightly blushing at her realisation of what she considered a pet name.

This statement was able to calm Harry a bit but it also started to arouse a bad conscious. Seeing the first signs of self blame on the boys face Madam Pomfrey knew that she had to stop these thoughts or wouldn’t get any answer soon because of a potterish emotion crisis, which could last ages when it became serious. Despite the fact that she didn’t want to cause the boy any kind of pain, she wouldn’t want to be the one to tell the waking Malfoy that she was to blame for it.

"Oh no young man, do not blame yourself you didn’t ask him to be over protective and you of all people should know that you can not argue with a Malfoy who is determined to do something. And now please try to tell me what happened to you."

"I was working in the garden at home and suddenly I was here and then the angel came and…I don’t know what he did but it was nice and then it changed and I got scared and he tried to calm me and then I told him that I’m 10 and then he carried me here."

"…Ok, now I going to try to enervate Mr. Malfoy so you try to…stay as close to him as you can!"

And that appeared to be a good advice because the moment the spell hit Draco, he bolted up and held Harry in a death grip, determined to hold him save and protected and most important close to himself. You couldn’t say that Harry minded the closeness but he also had a need to breath and so he started to struggle after a moment. That got the blondes attention and as he realised that he was kind of strangling his treasure he loosened his grip immediately. Looking quite scared that he could have hurt his love again. But the moment Harry could breath he started to smile at his captor and forgot about any kind of discomfort his angel had caused him. Because from his point of view a pain that was caused unwillingly was no real pain because it just hurt outside but not within and the pain vanished immediately when you saw the sorrow in the others face. He thought that, when you asked him, sorrow about hurting you was the second best emotion in a person’s face, direct after smiling like the angle did. (He has no idea what is waiting for him hi hi)
While Harry was daydreaming Madam Pomfrey tried to get Draco to tell her what had happened.

"Mr. Malfoy would you be so kind to tell me what happened, what had caused Mr. Potters amnesia, why you claimed that he was hurt when he wasn’t and furthermore frightened him with fainting ?"

"He was not hurt and he was not angry with me or frightened of me?"

"No, quiet confused, disorientated and scared when you fainted but he is in no pain and after looking at him right now I would guess that you would have to stab him to scare him."

Draco locked down to the boy in his lap and saw him curled up and asleep with his face burrowed in Dracos shirt. When Draco moved a bit to get a closer view Harry turned in his sleep and the face that was revealed was so innocent and careless that it would have suited a child younger than 10.

**“He looks so beautiful when he is asleep. No sign of the pain and sorrow he had to suffer. If I could do it, I would keep him asleep until the war is over and than I would wake him and tell him that we can have our coming out. Of course after I told his friends, that I want to marry him and let them test me under Veritaserum. What a pity that he would kill me for something like that. I’m kind of lucky that he seems to have forgotten that he hates to be treated like a child. …Oh, I guess as a child he would have loved to be treated like one. I hate these Muggles and if I ever get my hands on them… I will make sure that Harry never finds out about it. He deserves to be treated like the little prince I presumed him to be. I will show him how his childhood should have been and…I have to treat him like a child 24/7! No kissing, snogging and no sex! No, I must not think about something like that when he is in this kind of state. I’m such a pervert. I kind of raped him minutes ago and now I’m mourning about a little lack of sex! I am such a horrible person! I don’t deserve a person like Harry! I…“**

At this point Draco was dragged out of his fit by a hand softly touching his face.
Harry had woken up because of Madam Pomfrey’s continually calling of "Mr. Malfoy!" He remembered that she had called the angel like that and raised his head to look into the others face. He didn’t liked what he saw. The angel looked sad and seemed to be somewhere far away, but where ever he was he didn’t liked it there and Harry was determined to make the angel return to him and to make him smile, with all he was able to do. He had no idea how to get the attention of someone who wasn’t already up to yell at him. So he tried the first thing that crossed his mind and that was to do what his hand had tried to do earlier and so he reached out to touch the beautiful face above him.

"Where have you been? You have to stay with me. When you stay with me I will try to make you happy and we can play again and you will…You did like the play until I…? You know, you surprised me but if we take it slow it will be a lot of fun I suppose!"

Now Draco was totally confused and retorted back into his mind tried to sort his thoughts out.

**“1. He gets hurt and panic.
Can be understood because he is a child and was surprised.
2. Than he sees me and is more trusting towards me as a stranger than he was when he knew who I was.
Strange but its Harry so telling him that I love him has this reaction on him.

Remember to hate his Muggles even more for that.

3. He worried about me when I faint.
He is Harry he is worried about everyone.
4. He is not hurt and liked what we did.
His body is quite used to sex and it was his idea and he was horny and his body is still 17.
So maybe he was an early one but it never surfaced because it was pushed back with all the pressure he was under.
5. He wants to keep me and is afraid of me going away.
Losing his parents got him hard and he is afraid of losing someone else he likes.

So he still likes me and is the same person just younger.

Could be worse and now we should worry about what made him change so we can turn him back and don’t have to worry about the danger he is in without his full knowledge for to long! “**

"I beg your pardon Madam Pomfrey but I was kind of confused but now I am ready to answer your questions"

And once more Madam Pomfrey was surprised with Draco’s strange behaviour, because suddenly he was back to his naturally composed self. He didn’t seem to be the annoying brat he had been yesterday, but there otherwise was no more sign of his panic attack from earlier.

"So what do you think happened to Mr. Potter?"

She asked still a bit confused, but in no mode to let an opportunity to get information about a patient go.

"I think his mind was turned back into its 10 year old state. I think we can consider it a fact that he was not spelled, because I was the only person present when he changed. But he had a potion accident this morning, even if Professor Snape considered the potion harmless doesn’t mean that it could not interact with his own magic. One have to keep in mind who we are talking about and the hidden possibilities of his magical potential. Of course we would have bin more careful if we would have expected anything to happen."

"Great! Please tell me that Harry at least didn’t put himself into this trouble."

"Not really. Professor Snape startled him while he was concentrating rather hared to get the potion right. He jumped up, hit his head against Snape’s and stumbled into the cauldron of someone in the row behind him and got a goo-shower. "

"What is it with this man? Have you been to quiet in the last time or why did he felt constrained to cause his own accidents? Go and get him immediately. I have to talk about his definition of harmless! And you Mr Potter sit on this bed, I have to investigate you one more time because I just checked for physical injuries the first time."

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