Harry Potter the strangest 10 year old boy ever

Disclaimer: I have the power to bring the dead back but I don’t own anything.
Summary: a potionaccident puts Harry’s 10year-old-self into his 17year-old-body. Let’s see how he reacts to having a loving boyfriend, friends and Voldemort. 6-year was different and I will bring Sirius back (!just bad people should die!). Draco will be sometimes ooc and the rating is mostly for later chapters but the first contains kind of non-con.

9 Why am I crying

“Angel-- Draco wake up,” was the soft spoken plea that woke Draco. He turned towards the voice and blinked into the dimly lit bedroom.

“If you want me to wake up as long as it’s still dark outside, you have to get me off first,” The blond muttered and turned around again.

As Draco started to drift of, he noticed the apparent lack of any attempts to wake him. This confused him, because Harry loved to pester him, when the sleepyhead was awake before Draco.

“Hry?” Draco mumbled sleepily.

“Yes?”

“Why did you stop trying to wake me?”

“You looked tired and I didn’t know what “getting you off” meant,” came the shy response.

The now confused Slytherin sat up to see if his boyfriend had suffered any head damage over the course of the night. His eyes landed on Harry, who was uncertainly kneeling at the corner of the bed. This worried Draco, because the Gryffindor never wanted to talk when he was uncertain or unsure about something. When the Gryffindor bravery left him, Harry snuggled into Draco’s arms and hid from the world for a while.

“Kitten what happened? Why are you so,” Draco started to ask when the memory hit him.
The potion, the ten year old Harry, last night…

“Ooh! Harry! Sorry! I’m an idiot. I forgot. Stupid Draco! Come here baby. Give your stupid boyfriend a hug,” Draco pleaded with his arms held wide open.

Immediately he was rewarded with an arm full of relieved Gryffindor.

“The next time I rebuff you like this and you don’t understand why, you tell me to stop being an arse because no one has the right to treat you like that. Okay?” the blonde told the not-so-small bundle in his arms.

“ ’kay . . . Angel?” came the muffled response.

“Yes?”

“How did you expect me to get you off?”

“I’ll explain later. If you want to wake me up just do what you want, but jumping on the bed works best,” Draco said to the now smiling boy.

How cute. His smile is still the same. I’m so going to tease Harry about smiling like a child when he is normal again, thought Draco with a smirk.

“Now let’s get dressed. Dumbledore is waiting.”

When Harry started to get dressed it became obvious that he would need help because he had problems coordinating his unfamiliar long limps into clothes that actually fit. His problems might have something to do with the fact that Draco always shrank Harry’s trousers to get them to show Harry’s ass perfectly. Unfortunately, Draco couldn’t tell him that.

When the boys sat down at the Gryffindor table, they were surprised to see that Ron for once in his life had been unable to finish his meal. In addition to this strange occurrence he had brought books to the table.

“Hiya, Harry. How old are you at the moment?” asked Ron with a serious looking his eyes.

“I’m ten,” was Harry’s uncertain answer.

“That’s great. Now let me introduce you to the wonderful world of Quidditch.” After that statement Ron and Harry entered their private world.

For a few minutes Draco tried to interrupt them, to get Harry to eat something, but only when the blonde prepared a complete plate for the boy did Harry started to shovel some food into his mouth.

With similar resigned sighs, Draco and Hermione started their own meal.

When the dinner ended and after a short fight over the books, the Quidditch lesson ended with a grumpy pair of teacher and pupil following their better halves to the Headmaster.

In Dumbledore’s office everyone took a seat and waited for the headmaster to begin.

“Severus will join us later to give a full report about his results, but I will give you an overview now.

We believe that Severus will be able to create a potion to prevent Harry from changing uncontrolled but the duration of the effect cannot be determined yet.

We also presume that afterwards the changes will be more erratic then they are now for about the same period of time. That’s why the potion should be used just for important issues and we should try to let the effect fade when Harry goes to bed. As a final solution, we consider it possible that the destruction of Voldemort will eradicate the changes completely.”

Before Professor Dumbledore could continue he was interrupted by a knocking at the door.

“Oh, and now I think it’s time for a nice surprise. We worked on this project for about the last year, but we didn’t want to give Harry false hope, so we kept it a secret.”

“Harry!” With a scream, a dark figure rushed into the room and pulled Harry into a tight embrace.

At first Harry was shocked, but like with Draco, he felt secure in these strong arms. Quite a lot more alarming was for him that suddenly tears were welling up in his eyes and he couldn’t do anything against the urge to weep. Thick, hot tears were running down his face but he felt happier than ever before in his life.

“I’m sorry professor, but I couldn’t keep Sirius back anymore,” said a dishevelled looking man from the door.

“There is nothing to apologize for Remus. I don’t think that even Severus could have kept Sirius away from Harry for more than a few hours,” answered Professor Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eyes. “But now I think it’s time to explain some things to Harry and our two new guests. Please Remus take a seat, and you Sirius can sit with Harry on the sofa.”

After everyone was seated and Sirius had settled with Harry in his lap, Dumbledore started to explain about Harry’s potion accident and warned the two men that Harry didn’t remember them at the moment.

“How can it be that he doesn’t remember me when he is clinging to me and tried to drown me with tears just a minute ago?” asked Sirius bewildered.

“He doesn’t remember you with his mind, but he remembers you with his heart. It’s the same with me and those two over there,” snarled Draco, pointing towards Ron and Hermione.

“What the hell are you doing here Malfoy? Don’t you dare try to do something nasty to Harry! Or I’ll-”

“Don’t scream at my Angel! Why does everyone scream at my Angel? I hate that!” yelled Harry emphasising his words with hitting Sirius’ chest.

Sirius was too shocked to defend himself against the blows raining down on him. Draco on the other hand was more experienced with Harry forgetting his own strength. That’s why the blonde jumped out of his seat and tried to catch Harry’s fists before the Gryffindor could really injure his godfather.

“Stop it Harry you are hurting him. It’s not his fault the last time we talked, you hated me because I was acting like your cousin,” Draco tried to explain to Harry with pain in his voice.

“Why?”

“My father made me act like that.”

“Why?” asked Harry. He was getting more frustrated the more half-hearted answers he got.

“That’s a long story,” Draco tried to avoid the long and complicated answer.

“Stop that rubbish. I’m ten not stupid! You will give me the full story now. It’s my life and I hate to be the only one not knowing what’s going on,” demanded Harry looking everyone in the eyes daring them to say no.

After a short period of stunned silence, Dumbledore started the story about the prophecy and Voldemort. The others added information when they were involved. They stayed with the truth except for Draco’s behaviour. No one dared to tell Harry how nasty his Angel really had been.

Draco waited until the narration came to the last school year to give a humourless snort.
“I guess now it’s time for me to explain how Harry could forgive me after all I did to him. Firstly Harry, what your friends left out in their little story is that I was a bastard to everyone in this room. I insulted you and your friends and tried to harm you every time I got a chance.

“But what no one knew was that everything I did to you was an act. Don’t get me wrong. I hated Ron and Hermione, Ron for getting to be your best friend and Hermione because I thought that you liked her. I despised everyone you ever smiled at, because you never smiled at me.

“When we first met in Madame Malkin’s, I fell for the little boy standing awkwardly next to me. I thought you were answering so uncertainly because you were awed by me and didn’t want to be on my bad side,” Draco chuckled.

“It sounds so funny to say that now when it might have been true, judging from the way you acted when you first saw me two days ago. I had you in the palm of my hand, but then I made my first mistake. I opened my stupid mouth and ruined the picture. When we met on the train again, I rubbed salt into the wound and ruined every chance to make amends.

“It stayed like that until the summer before last year. At the end of the summer, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came to the Manor and explained to mother and me that he thought of a way to make up for Lucius’s failure. We knew that not taking the opportunity would mean our death, so we agreed.

“He told me to find a way to kill Professor Dumbledore and to get the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. As you can see, I quit the job.

“The reason I changed my mind was Harry,” Draco said with a smile, “He made me realise what I was going to become, if I continued to act the same way. I could explain to you what happened that made me realise what I was getting into, but I think it would be better to show you.”

Draco looked at Dumbledore, who nodded and moments later everyone gathered around the pensive.

Draco clutched the sink, watching himself cry.

“I’m going to die. To get to kill Dumbledore will cost my life and if I don’t, the Dark Lord will kill me. But if I give up, Mother will be killed too and the Malfoys will vanish. I have to do something, or die trying. No one can know what my next step will be and I can’t forget about Potter. He is always in the way. He might ruin everything! When I go to Dumbledore I have to make sure that Potter is out of the way or he will make sure I fail. He always does. Potter how I hate you!”

At this Moment the opening door of the bathroom interrupted his thoughts and there he stood.

Harry Potter!

All of Draco’s fears and frustration exploded into his next spell.

“CRUCIO”

For a moment it looked as if Harry would counter with his own spell, but then he doubled over and his wand skidded away from him. This had happened in the blink of an eye and Draco started to feel victorious. It felt glorious to see the golden boy lying at his feet. But before the thought of victory really settled into Draco’s mind, the most horrible thing imaginable happened.

A wail echoed through the bathroom that even caused the Grey Lady, who was passing through, to stop. To Draco, it sounded like the essence of pain and desperation. He had the sudden urge to help the person, who was screaming. But first he had to get rid of Potter or all his plans would be lost.

The wail had distracted Draco from his victim. When he looked down to Potter again, the blood froze in his veins. The boy had fallen to his side and curled up as if trying to protect himself from the magic. His limbs and head were twitching, the mouth opened in a scream. But the eyes were what shocked Draco the most. They were fixed on their torturer. Asking soundlessly for help and nonetheless succeeding in drowning out the wail with their accusation of betrayal.

For a second they were both eleven again and the little black haired boy was lying on the floor screaming for Draco to stop.

Draco’s legs gave away under him and his wand dropped to the ground. Immediately the wail ended and the Gryffindor’s body slumped down.

Slowly the real horror of what he had done seeped into Draco’s mind.

“I…I…I’m sorry, Harry. Please forgive me. Please don’t be injured. I didn’t want to…I didn’t meant to hurt you. I never…Please believe me!” stammered Draco.

“Fuck Malfoy. If this is you not trying to hurt me, I should really watch my back if you try,” groaned Harry, as he tried to sit up.

“Oh my god, you are injured! We have to get you to the hospital wing! You need to be treated! I’ll carry you, okay” screeched Draco.

“Malfoy, stop talking and start breathing again. You just surprised me with your spell, okay? I wasn’t prepared to face a Crucio at Hogwarts, but you are not the Dark Lord. I was more shocked than injured that you hated me enough to perform an Unforgivable. But I guess we both weren’t prepared to face that truth,” Harry explained matter-of-factly to the open-mouthed Slytherin.

“Don’t look at me like that, Malfoy. One Crucio won’t kill me. I’m used to worse. Voldemort makes my head feel as if it would split into peaces just by being angry. And of course, I believe you that you didn’t know what you were doing. Normal people who put a Crucio on someone don’t loose it when it works. I bet you are paler than me,” Harry joked.

Draco looked at Harry’s smirking face and his world started to become dark.

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Sorry I was gone for so long but university kept me busy.
Chapter ten is already with my beta and I hope I can continue to write more often.

I hope you stayed with me.