grryffindor secret

Draco became interested in his 17-year-old self, and when he returned to the dormitory, he kept asking Harry all kinds of questions about himself.Unfortunately, regarding Draco Malfoy, Harry thought he did have some say.

"Of course you're in Slytherin House, the Sorting Hat has just touched your head and you've made a decision... You're a Seeker for the house team like me..."

"You got a good grade in Potions, I have to admit, you're such a genius at it that even Hermione would be jealous - wait, did I mention magical creatures in Year [-]? That's probably going to be a nightmare for you , you were wounded in the arm by a hippogriff..."

"How could I?" Draco said in disbelief. "I like them."

"Well, Draco, you were a little disrespectful to it... that's it." Harry weighed his words.

"Oh, that shouldn't be..." The little boy frowned, and he muttered, "How could I do that?...What about my friends?"

"The ones who are always with you are Crabbe and Goyle, and Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, I think you are a small group."

"...Pansy." Draco's tone became tense. "I don't like her."

—No one likes her. Harry added mentally, but that shouldn't include Malfoy. "Why?" he asked.

The little boy didn't answer, he just shook his head, remained silent for a while, then looked at Harry again, "Then we, you and me, are we friends?"

Are they? Harry asked himself that during the first six years of Hogwarts, his relationship with Malfoy was by no means friendly, and certainly bad. "We, not at first, then, then I guess we were... um, friends?"

"I feel familiar with you," Draco said suspiciously, "I mean, from the beginning, Harry." The little boy pointed to the emergency room that night, "You told me I should be 17, but I'm five, but I feel like we've met and I want to be with you...it's not right. Is it?"

"Well, I guess, that's what Zabini said the potion doesn't erase the memory in your body, the 'feeling' stays, you know…" He left out the point that only the strong parts would stay , Harry's brain was screaming that he needed to stop and think, this conversation with Draco was spiraling out of control, "Of course we've met, and many, many times, we're actually classmates at the same level, Draco, maybe you can't be nice now I understand—here, now, in your 17th year, a war has just ended—”

"war?"

"Yes war, almost everyone is involved, including you, your parents, your friends. We need to fight against one of the most evil wizards in centuries." Harry took a deep breath, calming his emotions, those Unpleasant memories could no longer affect him as they did in the past, and he tapped his finger lightly on Draco's heart, "I was the one chosen to defeat him...and you, in the end, chose to side with me, we won together won."

The little boy looked at him half-understood, "You're great, Draco, I'm serious." Harry smiled and said, he knew clearly that if he faced the 17-year-old Draco, he couldn't do it even if he was beaten to death. Those who said these words fluently and sincerely, without reason, "You have helped me a lot."

"I really did?" Draco asked, looking happy to hear that, his silver-gray doggy eyes curled into crescents.

"Of course, I thank you very much, Draco." He replied seriously, and then Harry lifted Griffin from his lap, put him on the armchair, and pulled Draco to stand up, "So, young man, what do you want for dinner?" What to eat? I can tell you a little more about you on the way, to be honest, we have a lot of "wonderful" memories..." Harry gestured, "When you were in first grade, you and I've been to the Forbidden Forest together, and we've seen unicorns, uh, and some nasty stuff... and in second year, you summoned a goddamn snake to deal with me (Draco: Really?!)... oh Draco ..."

—Harry didn't know he could really ramble like that, as Draco said.He believed that if time allowed, he could go on and on about Malfoy for a day, maybe even two.

Frustratingly, he realized that his life had really, all the way been taken up by Slytherins to the fullest.Literally - Tom Riddle, Snape, and the Slytherin part of himself... but that's just a small problem - and, from the moment he stepped into the wizarding world, throughout his seven years as an opponent, always caught Draco Malfoy caught his attention.

"I think I should really talk to Hermione and Ron..." Harry said to himself.

Hermione and Ron went back to school early after the holidays as promised - Remus provided the fireplace in his office, and they arrived shortly after breakfast the next day, looking dusty, especially Ron, who was literally in a mess , the tip of the red-haired boy's nose got another little dust, and Harry thought for a moment that Ron got another Ford from somewhere.

Hermione brought Draco a new gift - actually it was from the Weasleys, they heard about what happened to little Malfoy, and Mr. Weasley brought out the Muggle toy he was most interested in recently, unopened, brand new Lego bricks, stuffed into Ron's hands. (Arthur: Don't worry, I bet he'll love it! Oh Molly, never mind Lucius...)

— this is unbelievable, Harry thought in a daze as he watched Draco hug the big box excitedly.

He invited his best friend over to his and Draco's bedroom again, Ron jumped (screamed) to avoid Griffin's friendly swoop - Hermione accepted it, and he looked around the brightly colored room, eyes finally locked on On the window next to Draco's bed.

"God, Harry, what are those? Two... paper cranes!"

"Yeah, it's the paper cranes. Seriously, don't make such a fuss, Ron... how was your Christmas?"

"You should be glad you stayed here, man, I'm Fred and George's guinea pig, you won't believe it..." Ron sank into an armchair, rubbing his hands on his cheeks and making a weird expression , stared at Griffin for a while, he has two serious dark circles, "they have a new product, it's a puff like thing, they run after you, pop out of the corner, and it's awesome turned into a horrible creature..."

"He's been experimented with a little neurotic, in fact," Hermione explained, with an unintelligible smile, leaning against Ron's calf, nestling on the cushion with Griffin, "that thing would turn into a twitch when it came into contact with Ron." Spiders, whether they mean it or not."

Harry laughed. "I guess that pleases you," he said teasingly.

"Given that he actually yelled at me at the ball, yes." Hermione's smile widened, and Ron rolled his eyes, burying his face in his palms and sighing. "Draco, why don't you come with us and see how this block works?" She turned to the little boy, who, as before, quietly listened to the conversation of the older children, huddled tightly with his temporary guardian, On a deformed two-person mat, and he was still holding the big box of blocks.

"Yes, we can study it together, would you like to?" Harry asked gently with his head down.

"Yes!" Draco replied happily, winning all his attention back, and then with Harry's help, he unpacked and dumped the colorful bricks onto the carpet in one go.Under the "threat" of Hermione's eyes, Ron slid out of his armchair too, and they formed a small circle with a pile of blocks at the center.

They had a good morning together, which even Ron awkwardly conceded, even though he was technically with Draco Malfoy, and even he played with the little boy pretty well, yes, "pretty much" .

"Admit it Ron, in some ideas, you and Draco get along well." Harry patted his friend on the shoulder and explained flatly. At the same time, he took the building block he was clutching from Ron's hand and handed it to the aggrieved Draco , "Strictly speaking, you are the only ones here who grew up in the wizarding world, be friendly—"

"It would be better if you didn't fight a five-year-old for the last red block, Ron." Hermione folded her arms. "I thought you were at least a little more mature."

"I just need to finish my Gryffindor flag - hey! I saw you sniggering! Draco Malfoy!" Ron shouted exaggeratedly, punching Draco, who quickly ducked behind Harry.

Beside them, Harry and Hermione laughed mercilessly.

With a good atmosphere, they went to the hall to have lunch together. Harry didn't forget that he wanted to talk to his friends about it, and he decided to make the most of Draco's nap time again later.so now--

"You're going to have to take a nap today, Draco." Harry announced, putting another fried egg on the little boy's plate, "You haven't had enough sleep these days, remember? Whether you want it or not... no conditions You can talk."

Draco pursed his lips and nodded, poking his little fork around on his fried egg, expressing dissatisfaction, looking full, "Okay, I will," the little boy said muffled.

Harry sighed, inserted the nearly broken fried egg into his mouth, "No food, Draco." He tried to look serious, unsuccessfully, while Ron's mouth opened wide. Enough to fit an apple into.

He put his hand under Ron's chin and closed his mouth expressionlessly before getting up and stepping off the bench, at which point Draco turned and opened his arms towards him, waiting to be picked up.

"I really turned you into a little slob, didn't I?" Harry raised his eyebrows, but he picked up the little boy nonetheless, and Draco wrapped his neck naturally.

"You like me," Draco said cheerfully.

"Hmm... I think you're right." Harry replied with a smile.

Ron finally couldn't help grimacing, and Hermione gave her boyfriend a rude look, who threw up his hands in resignation and took a step back.

The four of them returned to the dormitory slowly. Harry settled Draco expertly, and Griffin settled down on his pillow again, as if guarding him.After Draco fell asleep, he placed a Silencing Charm next to the little boy's bed to make sure he wouldn't wake him, and joined his friends sitting by the fireplace.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Glad to see you're finally willing to talk to us, Harry," she said sincerely. "You know how worried we are about you."

"I'm sorry," Harry felt guilt filling his chest, thanking his friends for their patience, "I thought I'd be able to figure out, uh, something for myself."

"You should have told us, buddy. We've always been able to work it out together—" Ron said, his fingers twisting together, revealing that he was habitually worrying again. "What's going on Harry?"

"First the Chamber of Secrets, I mean, the Griffin's one." He thought of the slimy one in the basement, and with a nausea, Harry suppressed it forcefully, and continued, "That night, I took Griffin down that hallway again." , as I guessed, the statue and portal reappeared."

"Griffin." Hermione caught the point, and Ron looked at them blankly.

"What?" he asked.

"Griffin," Hermione slid into her lecturing mode to Ron, her tone becoming urgent, as if she wanted to spread all the information in her head on the table at once, "Harry means, Griffin is the key. It's like a...key, yes! The key!"

"Should we tell Snape?" Ron said, looking genuinely thinking about it. "Hey! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We can mess with him later," Harry announced, dragging the conversation back to that night again, "Key, not sure. Griffin isn't the only variable..." His thoughts suddenly became clear, as if Merlin was at the top of his head Turned on a Muggle light, "And you weren't there, the complete restoration of that night should be just me, and Griffin."

"You mean, it's absolutely unique," said Hermione in awe, and she took a quick look at Griffin, who was sleeping next to Draco and showing his belly, "it's not like the key to the Slytherin chamber is Reptilian, you just have to say that - it's different, Harry, it's like you claim it..."

"...my blood," he said.