Baby trouble.

Baby trouble five


Later on that evening Harry and Ginny, along with Hermione and Ron were sitting in the Gryffindor common room near the fire in high back over stuffed scarlet chairs, as they did their potions assignment.

Harry scowled as he looked down and noticed his feet were no where near the edge of the chair. He wasn’t even tall enough to dangle his legs over the edge for Merlin’s sake.

And that the fact Ginny had had to lift him up and place him in the chair as he was too small to get upon on the chair by himself, that for Harry was the last and final straw.

“ARRRG” Harry screeched in frustration at his current and unwanted predicament. Oh sweet Merlin would Malfoy pay dearly for this. He threw his potions text book and parchment followed by his quill violently to the floor.

Everyone in the common room turned to look at the currently miniature boy who lived. It was clear to see that he was seething, as his tiny hands clenched and unclenched, until his tiny knuckles were stark white from the pressure Harry was using to clench and unclench his fists. Ginny turned her gaze along with Adelle and Sacha worriedly.

Ron and Hermione were eyeing Harry with knowing and sympathetic looks. They knew that Harry was pissed over the fact he was restricted to having to have certain things done for him until the potion wore off. They knew how independent Harry was, and the fact he was reduced to being lifted into a chair because he was far too small to do it him self was more then Harry could stand.

No one in the common room bothered to say anything because they all knew what was bothering their famous house member. They all realised they really couldn’t blame Harry he was just doing what any normal human being in his situation would do. He was merely let off steam, something all of them could relate to.

Harry hissed venomously loud enough for everyone to hear “Malfoy is going down, and he’s going down hard. I’ll teach that fucking little prick to cross me.

He’s gone too far, just because his precious fucking scum death eater of a father his rotting in Azkaban. That bastard should not be in Azkaban he should have been ministered the dementor’s kiss.

At least then you’d have one less murderer out there that is waiting to escape. I wasn’t even the one who turned that murdering shit over to the aurors thank you very much.”

Later that night in bed Harry lay in his four poster bed staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. He was far to consumed with rage to do anything that resembled relaxing.

Sacha who could sense his master’s rage was curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed lying rather quite comfortably on top of the soft bed spread.

Having sensed his master’s mood, he slowly rose and then stretched before padding over to Harry and snuggling up to the teen turned child.

At first Harry froze at the contact of the soft and warm body but soon relaxed when Sacha sent a soothing energy to his master.

Harry snuggled closer and sighed as he was surrounded in the soothing energy. It wasn’t long before Harry was sleeping soundly, not a dream in sight.