Forever? (Part Two)
Part One. Thank you for everyone who had been interested in more of this story. I’ve edited this twice but I am in a hurry so if there are mistakes, I apologize.
“What happened?” A woman with worried eyes and thin lips asked harshly, looking between Harry and Draco as the healer waved her stick. Wand. Harry’s mind whispered the reminder to him, but he still wasn’t believing in that. No matter what these colorfully dressed people told him otherwise.
“And you are sure magic exists?” Harry asked doubtfully, eyeing both women with suspicion. Magic. He could barely wrap his mind around the concept of that. It went against everything Uncle Vernon said. It didn’t matter that they had showed him with their sticks that magic was real. His mind just didn’t believe it.
Before they could respond, Snape spoke up. “Why are you so determined to think we are lying?” The walking teacup Weasley had conjured was still walking around the room. Zabini’s talking pillow had been used as a demonstration as well.
Harry figured that telling the angry man that all adults lie was probably a bad thing. So, he decided to go with the safer option. “Uncle Vernon says that there is no such thing as magic. He says that believing in such nonsense will have me being a bigger freak than I already am.” It hurt to voice, but he was worried about not answering the question. This man was clearly capable of being mean. There was an anger to him that frightened Harry. Being honest here was going to determine how he was treated.
Draco scrunched up his face, worry flaring up inside him. “He’s lying to you.” He watched Harry turn to him with what he thought looked like hope. “Magic does exist. If you can see the school and all of us in here, then that means you have magic. You are a wizard, Harry.” He paused to smile as Harry looked around the room, as if reassuring himself that he could see it all. “If having magic means you are a freak, then so am I. We can be freaks together.”
The sincerity in Draco’s tone had Harry nodding before he realized what he was doing. No one had ever stood up for him, or believed in him like this. Draco was unlike anyone he had ever met.
“Because we are team?” Harry asked shyly, peeking up at Draco through his lashes.
“Yes!” Draco agreed readily, throwing his arms around Harry, knocking the healer’s wand out of the way in the process.
“Okay.” Whispered Harry, hugging Draco tightly. “I believe in magic.”
“Just like that?” Severus asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Draco says it’s real and you believe him but not the five of us? The ones who showed you actual magic?”
Harry shrugged once, not meeting anyone’s eyes. He didn’t know how to tell them that they made him uneasy. Adults weren’t people who had ever showed him they could be trusted. Mrs. Figg seemed nice enough on the outside but he knew that she was aware of how mean the Dursleys were. His teacher seemed like she cared about her students but when he tried to talk about Dudley and his gang of mean children, she didn’t want to listen to him. Even the police officer he talked to about the Dursleys hadn’t believed him. Adults weren’t okay. They just weren’t.
“It’s okay.” Draco whispered. “I understand.”
And wasn’t that nice? Someone was actually willing to see him. Harry was worried. Because not only was Draco becoming the best person he has ever met, he was also becoming an attachment. One of the first lessons Harry had ever learned was not to get attached to anything. When it became apparent that Harry liked to read, Dudley ripped out the pages to his books. When he admitted that he liked to color, his crayons were snapped in half and given back to him melted. His interests had to become a secret or they would get taken away.
What would happen if he became attached to Draco? Would someone take him away?
“Don’t leave.” Harry whispered, not caring about the way his voice shook. He needed Draco to understand that he was not only his friend but that he also cared about him too.
Draco shook his head, realizing that Harry’s relatives were as nice as his father. “Forever Harry, remember?” He knew he was sounding repetitive, but he would repeat this over and over until his new friend understood this.
“Forever.” Harry choked out, closing his eyes tightly. He didn’t understand how his life had twisted so drastically. He always thought that only fairytales had a happy ending, but he had somehow managed to teleport himself from the Dursleys to a world full of magic and Draco. What had he done to deserve this? Would it last? Would he really get to keep Draco for forever?
Ron sighed heavily as he watched Harry and Malfoy talk in whispers that they couldn’t hear. Things had just gotten complicated and he had no idea how to help.
“How did this happen?” McGonagall whispered angrily to everyone else who had taken a step away from the small boys.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have the answer to that.” Snape began in a voice that still made Ron wish to turn around and never come back. He knew that the man had done a lot for the war effort, but Snape would always be his rude teacher who unnerved him with a simple glare. Oh, he admired him for the strength the Potion’s Master would’ve had to have had. But Ron just wanted to admire him from a safe and respectable distance. One where preferably, there was little verbal contact.
“I had the students working on enhancement potions. Which are nothing even remotely similar to a de-aging potion.”
“But you did yell at them before it happened.” Blaise pointed out, ignoring his Head of House’s glare. “Were they adding something to it?”
Severus nodded once. “Yes. Potter had been arguing with Draco while he grabbed things out of his bag. That bottle had been something he set to the side. I have no idea if that was what he had desired to find. Draco unfortunately, chose that moment to continue their disagreement.”
“Why yell?” Ron asked before he froze at the glare the man released at being interrupted. “I mean, he was just holding it, wasn’t he?”
“You are aware of what the fumes of an enhancement potion can do to any substance that is not sealed in an airtight container?” Snape was using the tone that made Ron feel as if it was his first day at school.
“If that had been even a simple healing potion he was holding, the enhancement potion could have warped the healing vial drastically. If taken, it could not only heal any small ailment, but the potion could go further, getting rid of bacteria that is needed inside the body. It could destroy antibodies that work at fighting off pathogens or viruses. The enhanced healing potion could annihilate an immune system entirely by simply trying to heal better.”
There was a moment where Ron let out a shaky breath, trying to fully comprehend the situation.
“That is just one example, Mister Weasley.” Snape continued, shaking his head. “From the distance I was at, it was impossible to tell what was in the potion he was holding. The bottom line of the matter is, that any potion Potter brought out was an impending disaster. It matters none if it was a healing potion or a hiccup solution. The fumes alone would have been dangerous. But Potter dropped the whole bloody vial in the cauldron. There’s no telling what kind of lasting consequences will arise from this.”
“I did something bad?” Harry squeaked out, trying not to flinch when they all turned to him as one.
“It was an accident!” Draco piped up before anyone can say anything.
Despite the situation, Ron couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch at the way Malfoy was glaring at them. As if daring anyone to argue his statement. He watched the little Slytherin’s arms tighten around Harry and he had to marvel at the odd change to their dynamic. He honestly didn’t know what was going to happen once the two were back to their normal age. But one thing was for sure, everything would be different.
“I’m sure it was.” McGonagall soothed, shooting Snape a dark look. “We just are trying to figure out exactly what happened. That way we can get you both back to how you were.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked before biting his lip. Was she going to send him back to the Dursleys? “I want to stay here.” There was a slight pause before he amended his statement. “With Draco.”
Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, sighing when both children narrowed their eyes suspiciously. “Harry. Draco.” She looked between them. “As of this morning, the both of you were eighteen not five.”
Everyone watched them furrow their brows before sharing looks that clearly said she was crazy.
“With all due respect ma’am.” Draco began hesitantly. “I think I would remember if I was an adult.”
Blaise and Ron snorted into their hands, trying to withhold a full laugh at her dumbstruck expression.
“She speaks the truth.” Severus informed him with a frown appearing. “A potion accident caused the two of you to de-age.”
Draco frowned heavily before looking to his godfather. “Well fix it. You are a Potion’s Master, aren’t you?”
Ron looked to the ceiling as he bit his lip. Merlin, little Malfoy was turning out to be one of his favorite people. He could feel Zabini’s shoulders shaking next to him and he knew if he looked at the other man, he would lose it.
The way Snape took in a heavy breath had Ron standing up straighter. That was never a good sound from the Slytherin Head of House.
“Draco, this won’t be an easy solution. I have to dissect the potion the two of you were making. I have to separate the vial from the cauldron, and I have to figure out what the secondary potion was before figuring out a way to fix it all. There is no saying how long this will take. Or if there even is a solution.”
“Wait.” Ron spoke up, finding himself proud of his bravery. Because the outraged expression on Snape’s face had him wishing he was talking to a dragon instead. “Harry might be stuck this age forever?”