Too Young

Christmas was coming quickly and Harry was in dire need of a sitter if he was going to go out and be Santa. He wanted Draco to come with him, so he started by asking Ron and Hermione. Both of them had plans so he went to Remus next. No such luck. Dobby had told them that he would gladly cancel his day off to stay with his Miss Livvie, but the boys had felt too much guilt about taking the elf’s already limited free time.

Dobby, however, had other ideas. He was not going to take the day off, but he would instead see how Miss Livvie was getting along with her sitter. In the end, it was Snape that got trapped into sitting.

He really did adore the child, despite her annoying enthusiasm. He was hoping against hope that she had inherited her potions ability from the Malfoy side of the family or he was going to invest in a cauldron company.

He thought it would be fun to teach Livvie her first potion, much as he had taught Draco. Thus he arrived with a table top cauldron set, and a box of supplies and utensils.

Harry looked on in horror as he saw Snape explain to his daughter that they were going to make a potion while Daddy was out.

Trying to speak without an edge to his voice he asked, “What kind of potion are you making, Sir?” He asked, hoping he sounded respectful.

Draco was looking over the ingredients that Snape had bought and he placed reassuring arm on Harry’s waist. “Don’t worry Harry, it’s impossible to make this harmful and he is a professional, both with potions and children.” Once he finished he bent over, gave Livvie a kiss and a hug and turned to leave expecting Harry to follow, and he did, after he had also given his love to his little girl.

When the two boys got back, they were shocked to see Snape and Livvie surrounded by a bunch of floating bubbles. They were both laughing as the little girl ran around the room trying to catch the big ones on her wand. When the bubbles fell to the ground and popped Snape took the bubble wand and blew another batch. Harry was shocked to see hundreds of bubbles form from that one blow.

“Wizarding bubbles Harry. This was the first potion I ever made, why do you think I love them so much? I know all of the fun ones.” He gave Harry a cheeky smile as he spoke.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh along with the others, especially when a large bubble popped on the side of Snape’s head. He still couldn’t get over how well he dealt with the tiny girl. Draco assured him that Severus loved children; he just took his potions and the safety of the class very seriously. He had spent years teaching Draco fun potions at the manor, it was the only fun that Draco was allowed because it was under the guise of learning.

***

Christmas morning found Livvie pouncing on her father earlier than usual. Looking at his bedside clock he saw that it was six in the morning. With a groan, he got up out of bed and put on his robe. He made his way over to Draco’s door and walked straight through and into the boy’s bedroom where he decided to be silly and pounced on Draco much the way that Livvie did on him.

It turned out to be a bad decision, as he soon found himself embraced and kissed by Draco. He was enjoying the kiss but thought that he had better wake Draco up before the scene became too embarrassing.

He kissed the sleeping boy for another minute before he raised himself up and started to gently shake Draco. The blond slowly fluttered his eyes open and saw Harry’s face. His expression quickly changed from sleepy to confusion as he tried to reconcile the dream he had been having with reality. Harry was in the bed with him, laying on top of him as he had been in his dream. They stared into each others eyes and may have kissed again when they heard a whine from the door.

“Coco, get up!!!! It’s Chwistmas.!!!” Livvie said, stomping her feet for emphasis.

Harry reluctantly got off of the beautiful blond and held out his hand to help the other boy up off the bed. Draco sat up, making sure to keep the blankets covering his lap. He told Harry that he would need a minute, Harry being a sixteen year old boy understood and grabbed Livvie and went to order some hot coffee for them to have as they opened gifts.

Five minutes later Draco, also in his robe, joined them to open presents. He again had the wizarding camera. Harry insisted he set it up for at least one group shot. When the picture was taken it was sure to be a keeper. The three humans along with Dobby posed for the photo, waiting and waiting for the flash. When the flash finally went off it found all of them moving about trying to fix this and move that before the picture was taken.

They took a second more serious photo and then a begging Olivia was finally freed to open her gifts. Draco sat on the floor and passed them to her as Harry took pictures and watched. This was the first Christmas he had gotten to spend with her and it was bittersweet. His daughter wasn’t talking about missing her Mama yet, but he was sure when she was no longer distracted by new toys she would.

The boys were also distracted momentarily from the kiss that they had experienced. Draco was still trying to figure out what was dream and what was real. Harry was hoping that Draco was asleep enough not to realize he had been really kissing.

Both felt a bit awkward around the other, and neither wanted to be the first to broach the subject, so they just pretended nothing had happened.

***

The final feast of Yule was a wonderful evening for the group of friends. The center of the table now had all three ladies in the center and each person at the table bowed their heads in reverence as Dumbledore said the final blessing. The feast that followed left them all full and sleepy.

One by one the crowd said their goodbyes and left Harry, Draco and Olivia alone in the Potter’s quarters. Draco carried Livvie in and got her ready for bed. When he came back out into the commons he found Harry lost in thought.

“Knut for your thoughts?” Draco asked the boy.

“Oh, uh, nothing really.” He replied, blushing a bit.

Draco sat next to him and put his legs up on the low table in front of him as they faced the fire. He was thinking about the dream he had on Christmas morning and wishing it had been real.

He slowly leaned in and put his head on Harry’s shoulder, hoping he would not be rebuffed. Harry sighed and sunk further down on the sofa letting Draco use his shoulder as a pillow. He reached down and took the blond’s hand in his own as they sat quietly. Despite his calm outward appearance, Draco’s heart was hammering hard in his chest, his breathing had quickened and his mind was in turmoil.

What did Harry mean by the hand holding? Did Harry like him? Was he even gay? Maybe the brunet was bi? The confusion was driving him mad.

“Harry?” Draco questioned.

“Yes Coco?” Harry answered him, squeezing his hand as he spoke.

“I had a dream on Christmas morning that you were kissing me.” Draco knew he was going out on a limb, but he liked the Gryffindor so much that he just had to take the chance.

“That’s strange, because I remember kissing you on Christmas morning,” Harry said. He was feeling brave, as if beginning this new relationship tonight was the right thing to do.

“You did?” Draco gasped. He sat up to look into Harry’s eyes. The kiss was real, he thought. It was real.

“Yes I did, or rather you kissed me and I kissed you back.” Draco turned bright red at the thought of kissing Harry. However, Harry didn’t seem upset about it so he dared to try to do it again.

He leaned in and captured Harry’s mouth in a soft, affectionate kiss. He slowly massaged Harry’s lips with his own as Harry started to kiss him back.

Harry let out a tiny moan when Draco started to use his tongue. The boy tasted so good and he kissed like a god.

Draco couldn’t hold back the responding moan as he got his first taste of the boy he had liked for months. He brought his hand up to cup Harry’s cheek as he pulled out of the kiss.

“Do you want this Harry?” He asked.

“Very much Coco,” Harry replied. He knew there were issues that he had to work out with the Slytherin, but they could wait just a little while.

***

Later that night after Harry had gone to bed he found himself wide awake and lost in thought about the new twist in his relationship with Draco. He trusted the boy and he felt sure that he could fall in love with him very easily. He was beautiful, sweet and caring and most of all he loved Livvie. He felt content with his life for the first time since he was eleven years old and found out he was a wizard.

He had a beautiful daughter and the beginning of what could be a wonderful relationship. He could still feel Draco’s lips on his own and the stirring of fairies in his stomach at the thought of a relationship with the other boy. It was pretty obvious to all that Harry Potter was no virgin, but he may as well have been one. He had one terrifying sexual experience that had ended with his baby girl. He slowly let his mind drift from thoughts of Draco and the kiss to thoughts of everyday things; Transfiguration papers and playing Santa for the first time. Before long he had finally calmed himself down and fallen asleep.

Hours later found Harry tossing and turning in his bed covered in sweat. His dreams were full of a beautiful, blond-haired boy.



Draco came back into the room after he had put Livvie to bed. He sat next to Harry on the sofa and took the remote control to click off the television they had bought two weeks earlier.

“Livvie is in bed love, it’s time for the grown ups to play.” He said to his lover of three years with a smirk.

Harry smiled back at the blond and leaned in to place a scorching kiss on his lips. “Is this the kind of play time you had in mind Coco?” He asked his love.

“Uh hmmm” Draco hummed back into the brunet’s mouth. The Gryffindor was in an aggressive mood and moved his lover down on the sofa so that Coco was lying beneath him. He pressed his body against the other boys and ground their erections together.

Harry took his time, working the blond into a frenzy of passion before he began to slowly remove his shirt. Before too long skin met skin and each boy groaned at the feel of it.

Harry wanted more, needed more. He pulled his tongue from the eager mouth of his partner and started trailing kisses down his neck, across his collar bone and then down again towards his left nipple. The raven-haired boy wanted to taste every inch of his lover and he was well on his way to doing that. Just as Harry was set to take a pert nipple into his mouth he instead detoured back up to Draco’s beautiful shoulder, licking and sucking, kissing and moaning.

Draco almost cried out in frustration. He felt weak from the assault on his body. His cock was hard and his balls ached. He desperately wanted and needed release.

“Merlin Harry, please, please.” He begged. Harry decided that perhaps there had been enough torture and again began to make his way down his lover’s body.

When he finally took a swollen nub into his mouth Draco cried out. The pleasure shot right through his body and straight to his straining dick.

Harry turned and gave the same attention to the other side and then slowly made his way down to the stomach. He was in heaven. He had never imagined the blond tasting so good. More, he wanted to taste more. He hadn’t wanted to rush but now the need was too intense.


Draco’s soul nearly left his body when he felt the bliss that was Harry’s mouth on his cock. The suction was perfect and the pressure delightful. He didn’t think he could imagine a better feeling than this, until Harry lightly slapped his balls. He almost lost his load right then and there. Several more light taps and then the strength of them increased.

He was sure that he was going to humiliate himself any second here, coming in under two minutes, but he didn’t care. This felt too good. He never thought there could ever be too much, but he was almost there.

As he was still slapping gently at Draco’s balls, he slowly slipped a finger from his other hand inside the blond boy. As he did this, Draco came screaming out Harry’s name.
Harry still needed more. He slowly prepped his lover, who was lying still, boneless, attempting to recover from his orgasm.

“I want you Coco. I have to feel myself inside you. Can I take you?” Harry asked the boy beneath him.

Draco couldn’t speak; he could barely nod his acceptance and smile at the raven-haired boy above him.

Harry finished his preparations and slicked his cock, and then, right there on the living room sofa, he took his blond lover.

It was incredible, tight, warm and wet. He was so far gone he didn’t think he could make it gentle for his lover. He began pumping slowly at first but quickly increasing it, faster, longer strokes. He pushed Draco’s legs further up on his shoulders and began to slam into the blond below him. Feeling his orgasm coming he reached down to grab Draco’s already hardening cock.

He began to pump the boy fast and hard, hoping that he would come a second time before Harry did. Draco’s head was thrashing from side to side. He was insane with passion and pleasure. “Please, faster…more, please more, “He begged his counterpart.

Harry was more than happy to oblige and he began to pound into Draco with an intensity he had never before felt. He grabbed Draco’s hips and helped Draco match his rhythm. Sooner than he thought he felt Draco tense and begin his orgasm. The erotic sight of the boy coming beneath him sent him over the edge and the two crooned their pleasure into the room and fell sated onto the sofa.



Harry woke sweaty and sticky. He was a bit confused. The dream had felt so real. He was about to flip off his blankets and get cleaned up when two shadowed figures came hurtling into his room.

“Harry, are you okay? What was all that screaming?” Draco asked his friend.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” His crying daughter yelled as she leapt onto the bed to grab her father and make sure that he was okay.

Harry sat there shell shocked. He didn’t know what to say. ‘I was having a wet dream about Draco don’t worry about it,’ didn’t seem to be the right thing at this moment. He didn’t dare get out of bed or his soaking wet trousers would give the game away.

“Uh, um, bad dream?” He tried to stall. He tried to give subtle signs to his friend so that he would take Livvie to the living room for a few minutes.

“Coco, why don’t you take Livvie out into the living room for a bit of hot chocolate?” He asked.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could stay with you?” Draco replied.

“No, uh, no thanks; I’ll be fine and I’ll be out in just a minute.” He stuttered.

Draco gave him a strange look and pried Livvie out of Harry’s arms. He slowly made his way out into the living room, closing the door behind him. He got the feeling that Harry wanted privacy for some reason. Whatever it was he couldn’t fathom.

Draco was about three-quarters of the way through his chocolate when he finally realized what had been going on in the bedroom. He colored up just in time for Harry to walk out of the bedroom door and see the red flush on the blond’s face.

‘He knows,’ was all that Harry could think.

“Well, now that things are all right again, do you think we could all get some sleep?” Draco said in an attempt to keep everything normal between them.

“Uh, Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” Harry said, not making eye contact with the boy. He instead focused on his daughter who was starting to fall asleep on the sofa next to him, her glass of chocolate long forgotten.

The next morning had been awkward for the young couple. Draco was embarrassed to mention anything about the night before, and Harry was mortified that his new boyfriend had caught him in such a situation. However, both were short lived as they got into their daily routine.

***

Harry threw himself straight back into his class work as soon as the holiday was over. It was still a week before the rest of the students came back, but he needed all the extra time he could find to get his work done. It was hard for him to keep up in class with all the extra work he had to do taking care of his little one.

Draco also took advantage of the time. He studied, but he also spent time playing with his favorite cousin. They played hide and seek, they played exploding snap junior, which didn’t really explode but made sounds as if it did. Draco found that his favorite times were spent here, inside the Potter’s quarters.

***

The holidays passed and Harry’s friends returned to the school. Ron and Hermione still had trouble dealing with “Harry the Parent” but they were better. They simply had trouble understanding the responsibility of having a child. To be honest, anyone their age would.

So it was with plastered smiles that they spent their first day back with not only Harry but his tag-a-long daughter and the ever present Draco Malfoy.

They were all together in the Potter’s apartment. Draco was playing stuffed animal tea party with Olivia on the floor in front of the fireplace. Harry was sitting in the armchair serving tea and smiling at his family there on the hearth, and Hermione and Ron puzzling out the new undertones they felt in the relationship between Draco and Harry.

Hermione took her tea, no sugar with lemon, from Harry and tried to figure out what was new. Something most definitely was.

“So Harry, anything interesting happen after we left?” She asked her raven-haired friend.

“Not much. We had a great Christmas. Very peaceful and Father Christmas left Olivia lots of toys.” He smiled in memory of the wonderful morning they had together.

“Oh, is that all?” She queried.

“I guess, why do you ask?” Harry was now the one puzzled by his friend.

“I was just looking at you and you seem so happy. You seem lighter somehow.” She answered.

“I guess I am. I’m just not ready to tell you why. I will be soon, but not today.” He proclaimed. He hoped that she would stop digging, but knowing Hermione she would give him the impression that she was, and then go do some research on her own.

Hermione looked at her friend thoughtfully and then nodded her head. She had learned this year that she didn’t know everything that there was to know about Harry, and that she would just have to deal with that. She was nosy, concerned, and strong-willed, but she also knew when to give up.

Ron had remained clueless of this entire conversation instead staring incredulously at Draco Malfoy playing dollies. It was a sight he never expected to see in his life. Kicking puppies? Check. Torturing children? Check. Experimenting with strange, man-eating poisonous plant life? You bet, but playing Dollies with a two and a half year old girl? No way.

Draco for his part was doing his best to keep Olivia occupied so that she wouldn’t interrupt Harry and his friends. It was important that she be here, but he wanted to show the trio that they could still have “grown up” time with her in the room.

He was a bit unnerved when Livvie had started bringing her stuffed animals out to have a tea party. To be honest, his pride was severely damaged by Ron Weasley watching him play tea party. However, for Harry he would do this; only for Harry.

Harry, for his part, was doing all he could not to get up and take a picture of the two of them playing there. He had almost given up when Livvie had shouted “Oh, oh, oh!!!” and run into her bedroom and come out with two beautiful, white straw hats, complete with ribbons for them to wear; after all a proper lady wore a hat to an out-of-door tea.

He was able to divert his attention to his friends after a short while and have a great afternoon talking, joking and gossiping with them.

Lavender Brown, it turned out, had come to their compartment on the train hoping to run into Harry, not knowing that he hadn’t left Hogwarts for Christmas. She had sat down and shared all of the news she had gathered in her trip down the train.

Pansy Parkinson’s parents had arranged a new betrothal for her, to Vincent Crabbe. She was beyond angry with them. However, there was nothing she could do to get out of the betrothal as they had much lower standards than the Malfoys did. They only wished a body in their son’s bed. They didn’t care what state she came to him in.

Cho Chang had been caught snogging Michael Corner in the prefects lounge, in an extreme state of dishabille. There was mention of missing pieces of clothing even.

Sarah Coventry would not be returning to school for the second half as it had been discovered that she was pregnant. Her parents felt that it would be a mistake to send her back to a school that obviously was lacking in its supervision of the children. They blamed Harry Potter, not for once believing his “married” story.

Many people were raising a fuss over the fact that Harry refused to even let the minister of magic see his marriage certificate. There was even going to be a hearing with the Board of Governors. Dumbledore was trying to figure out what to do and had held a meeting with Harry to try to figure out what he was willing to do in this situation.

They had finally decided to place the Minister under oath. He would swear a wizard oath to Harry Potter not to reveal any of the information in the document. His penance, should he not keep his word, was to be stripped of his magic. Even still, they had also placed a timed Obliviate on the document so that after a few hours he would not remember what he had seen.

This was for his own protection. There were worries that Death Eaters would attempt to get this information out of him through the Imperious curse. The Minister had actually suggested this option himself. He would remember long enough to have a press conference and tell the public that he had seen the original document and performed several spells on it to validate it. However, he would not release any information gained from said document, per his agreement with Mr. Potter.

To say that the Minister was shocked when he found out that there were squibs in the Malfoy family line was an understatement. He was even more shocked that they had by chance come upon Harry Potter. The Minister had even gone so far as to suggest that it was all a setup. However, he could find no way that it could be used against Potter. After all, Lucius Malfoy had barely escaped prison himself. He was at this moment on House arrest and without his wand. Obtaining custody would be impossible; particularly after he had publicly disowned his own son for being a homosexual. After all that was not a reason any family would disown a child. Most knew it for the excuse it was.

***

Harry was sitting at the coffee table writing his potions essay while Coco put Livvie to bed. He did it often now, enjoying reading the little girl her bedtime story. She had never heard about Hansel and Gretel from the witch’s side of things.

She didn’t know that the reason that Sleeping Beauty had been cursed was because the witch in question was responsible for providing the fertility potion for the king and queen only to be shunted aside as soon as the child was born.

The tales really did have a second side to them. Although all Draco could say about Snow White was that her step-mother really was evil and had loaded the apple with Draught of the Living Death. How the prince had managed to wake her with a kiss he did not know. He suspected that in the real tale, he had given her the antidote before he had kissed her. However, the person writing the story thought this way was more romantic.

Harry was working so hard trying to remember the five uses of Shrieker Slime that he didn’t hear Draco come back into the living room and approach him from behind. It wasn’t until he slid down next to the raven-haired boy that he was noticed.

Harry smiled warmly at his new boyfriend. He leaned in for a quick kiss and then returned to his essay. Draco leaned over to see where he was stuck and whispered “page 349” in his ear before he wandered over to the other side of the room to call for Dobby to bring tea.

***

There was yet more snow on the ground as they got up on Saturday morning. It was a quite late when Harry rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was shocked to see how high the sun was in the sky, estimating it to be about ten o’clock in the morning. He jumped up in a panic. Was Livvie sick? Why hadn’t she woken him at 6am as was her habit?

He rushed out of his room and into hers so fast that he didn’t see the two blond heads bent over tinker toys on the floor in front of the fireplace. He kept himself from yelling when he saw his daughter’s bed was empty and made up by the house elves. And he ran straight from her room to the door to Draco’s apartment, shouting “Coco!! Coco!!!” all the way.

Draco looked up amused that Harry had not seen what was in plain sight. However, he lost the smile on his face when he saw the look of utter horror and complete panic on his boyfriends face.

The blond boy scooped Livvie up in his arms and rushed over to the panicked father. “Harry, she’s right here! We were sitting on the floor over there, calm down,” he said as he deposited the little girl into her Daddy’s arms. Harry clutched her to his chest thanking the goddesses that she was here and whole and demanding to be put down so she could go back and play more.

It was then that he saw the sly smile on his blond beauty’s face. He looked into grey eyes with a sheepish smile on his face, and then leaned in for a three-way hug. Harry breathed in the combined scent of his daughter’s baby shampoo and mild soap and the odor of sandalwood that was Draco and he could only think “home”.

***

It was a week later that Harry woke to the scent of sandalwood for the first time. He and Draco had stayed up late into the night kissing and cuddling on the sofa in front of the fire. Eventually they had fallen asleep.

Harry lay beneath the blond, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand playing with his hair. He breathed in deeply enjoying the smell and the warmth coming from the body on top of him.

For his part, Draco had woken up at about the same time as Harry but refused to move even an inch. He was in heaven; laying here on top of the man that he wanted, the child that he loved with all of his heart, in the room behind them.

It was only a moment later that a cry from Olivia had them both up and moving into Harry’s room. She was yelling for her Daddy. She had never come into his room and seen his bed empty.

Harry scooped her up off the floor by the bed where she was sobbing for him and carried her back to the sofa. Draco rang the small bell and asked Dobby for some hot chocolate and a fruit plate to nibble on if they were hungry. Then he strode over to sit beside Harry, pulling both of them into his arms. There were tears all around. Olivia, because she was scared; Harry because he felt his daughter’s trauma deeply and Draco because he couldn’t stand to see his family in pain. It would take time for them to heal though.

***

The good times didn’t last for them. Shortly after school started, Olivia had an uncontrolled episode of wild magic. She was sitting at dinner with her father when suddenly the plates on the table began to shake. No one knew what was happening and many of the students were scared. Had the twins still been in school Harry was sure that all eyes would have been turned to them.

Harry was amused at the panic among his friends. He simply tightened his grip on the tiny blond in his arms and kept on eating. She tried to follow his lead when her plate leapt straight into the air and came to land with a crash between the Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw tables. She screamed, not knowing what had happened to her dinner at all.

No one paid attention to the episode except to wonder what had caused it. Harry had suspicions that it was his daughter, but no evidence to back that up. Having not been raised in the wizarding world, he just kept those suspicions to himself.

The next episode happened while she was in Dobby’s care. This one was slightly more dangerous. She had been playing her favorite tea party game by the fire with Dobby when she demanded that he get her chocolate biscuits. When Dobby told her that he could not do that because her father had not told him that sweets were allowed today she got angry. It was at about the fourth stomp and the start of the fifth scream that the fire in the fireplace flared up and out, burning several items on the mantle.

This made Harry stand up and take notice. He talked to Draco about it and together they decided to ask someone with more experience then they had. Mrs. Weasley had assured them that some accidental magic happened when a child hit the “terrible two’s”. Harry had told her that he would never think his child terrible, but had accepted her advice that it was normal for a magical child her age.

A week went by before it happened again. This was again in the Great Hall. They had served brussel sprouts, one of Olivia’s most hated vegetables. She was upset just to have them on the table, even if she weren’t being made to eat them. When Ginny placed the platter in front of her, it being the only open spot, Olivia got angry and let out a tiny huff and a pout. It was only seconds later that every sprout in the hall rose into the air and began to zoom around the room smashing into the walls and windows and creating an awful mess.

This time the main suspect was indeed Olivia Potter. Several teachers offered suggestions for helping her control these outbursts. Some suggested punishment, others more structure to her day. Several teachers suggested that she needed to spend time with children her own age and should be enrolled in a boarding school for elite pureblood tots. Harry just tuned those out. Still, he held the impression and rightly so, that this was a deliberate act set to gain attention and vent frustration.

Olivia was confused. She knew that everyone kept telling her that she was doing these things, but she had no idea how she did it. When she did, she could feel energy leaving her and she felt so tired afterward. She would have told her Daddy but she didn’t want to make him angry.

***

It was four weeks later when the episodes had risen from two a week to almost daily that Harry again approached Mrs. Weasley. He wanted to know what he could do to decrease the number of episodes. He had never seen any evidence that Olivia was intending to do magic, in fact there was no sign that she was the one doing it except for when and where it happened. Mrs. Weasley agreed with him that even for a child throwing tantrums often, this was an excessive amount of magic and had to be draining on Olivia. She began to question Harry about other changes in Olivia’s routines and habits.

Has she been sleeping well dear? Going to bed on time and waking up at the usual time? She asked him.

“Yes, Dobby did say she seems to be napping a bit longer in the afternoon though.” Harry replied.

The red-headed witch then asked if there was anything else out of the ordinary with the little girl, and Harry could think of nothing.

“Well it could be nothing, but if I was her mother I think I would take her up to see Poppy. Just let her know what has been happening and see what she says. It can’t hurt” the matronly woman advised.

Harry made an appointment with the witch for later that afternoon. He had not wanted to waste any time if there was something wrong.

***

AN: Thank you to my Beta Keikokin : ) And big thanks to all those that reviewed : ) Just to let you all know, this story is and has been finished since before I started posting. It's all beta'd and ready to go. Just separating chapters and posting as I have time. No worries that it won't all be posted. I don't post them if they aren't finished.