grryffindor secret

Harry stared dumbfounded at what was happening in front of him. Malfoy was shrinking at a visible rate, his shoulder-length blond hair was getting shorter, and his angular silhouette was beginning to soften. Griffin poked its head out of Draco's shrunken hands, and Harry carefully lifted it out, letting it rest on his shoulders.

Draco's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes frantically opened, struggled in his oversized shirt, and sat up on his elbows. Harry knelt down to meet the little boy's eye level, and Draco noticed him and wrinkled his nose, "Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty, "Why am I here? Where is this? Where are father and mother? "

"Uh, nice to meet you." Harry restrained himself from screaming, a little Malfoy! "Well, you're at Hogwarts," he patted his hair irritably, and it got even more messy, "Your parents are at the manor, that's another long story, I'm—"

"I'm at Hogwarts?" Draco's eyes widened, and he looked at Harry seriously for a while, "Oh, I seem to have seen you somewhere..."

"Oh, I, my name is Harry Potter." Harry wanted to roll his eyes, he wasn't sure if little Malfoy had seen him in some shit wizarding magazine, "Do you want me to shrink your clothes for you? Then I can continue to answer you The question just now." He watched the little boy struggling to stand up, and suggested.

Draco nodded, and Harry drew his wand, changing seventeen-year-old Draco's clothes to fit his current size. "How is it?" he asked.

"Thank you." Draco said shyly, two blushes appeared on his pale face.He looked a little mesmerized by Harry's famous scar, but he regained some composure and extended his little hand to Harry politely, "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy." Harry was in a trance for a moment, his brain nearly shutting down Distracted from wondering why Draco in first year looked so condescending when he did the same thing on the train.In terms of manners, the younger Malfoy was clearly better.

"Hello, little gentleman, can you tell me how old you are?" Harry shook his little hand, then summoned a jar, filled it with the remaining potion on the ground, thinking that it would be too late anyway. Need to make a trip to the damn principal's office.Then he turned his full attention to Draco again.

"I'm five years old. But, have we never met before?" He answered Harry, but didn't let go of his previous question. Draco straightened up a little, and finally looked away from Harry's scar Open, and saw Griffin standing on Harry's shoulder. "God, is this Griffin...?"

Harry was surprised that five-year-old Draco would recognize Griffin too. "Want to touch it?" he said softly, partly feeling vaguely that he needed the little boy's trust and partly, more, that he really wanted to.So he lifted Griffin down with his arms, and held him in front of Draco.The little boy nodded eagerly, his obedient appearance made Harry couldn't help but smile, "Be gentle, I suggest you scratch the top of its head."

Draco touched Griffin cautiously. "It's beautiful," he said breathlessly, "but why is it wearing a Slytherin-colored bow tie?"

"Actually you did it," Harry explained dryly. "You're supposed to be 17, Mal—Draco. It's the work of a 17-year-old you, and it's a success."

Draco looked at him in surprise, "I'm supposed to be 17?" He looked down at the house crest on the small shirt he was wearing, and at the other wand Harry had just picked up in his hand. "oh……"

"Yes, the cauldron exploded, and then the potion hit you, so—"

"Explosion? I wouldn't let myself have that kind of problem," Draco shook his head in disbelief, folded his arms defensively, and pouted, "I never made a mistake when I was helping Uncle Sev. Never." .”

Harry made a grimace, brilliant, Malfoy, Snape's protégé.

"Well, it wasn't your potion that was the cause, and your potion was successful, given that you managed to turn back to five years old... I guess," he added flatly, "but we'll have to find out why in a moment, okay Is it?" He thought he couldn't sound more patient, and Harry was really surprised that he could be so patient with a child, let alone when the child was technically Draco Malfoy.

Draco listened to him with a raised eyebrow, didn't refute anything, and seemed to accept it - so he had already learned this damn expression at his age, Harry curled his lips.

"Don't you like this?" Draco asked again, pointing to Griffin's little bow tie. He noticed Harry's grimace when he mentioned it. "But silver and green are the best colors," he emphasized seriously.

"Well, well, they are indeed beautiful." Harry decided not to argue with the little Slytherin, and he planned to take Draco out of here, "Would you like to go to the headmaster's office with me?"

"The principal's office?" the little boy hesitated. "Do we have to go? I want to go home. Father and mother must be worried about me." Draco's little face fell.

"Um, we will, we'll meet Severus," Harry added, except the name was almost out of his throat, and he didn't know how to explain the Malfoys' observation period to a five-year-old, obviously Draco couldn't go back The manor, at least for now, "I think he can see what happened to you. If he is kind, he may give us the corresponding antidote..."

"Uncle Sev will be there? Okay." Draco was relieved when he heard the potions master's name, his attitude softened, but he looked at Harry hesitantly, "Then can you hold my hand, Harry?" ?" Draco asked uncertainly.

Harry felt that the boy's unexpectedly good manners had managed to catch him, and he got all his patience. Harry ruffled Draco's hair - he admitted he'd wanted to do that for a long time, and they were as soft as he could imagine, "Of course, or I could hold you, because that's a bit far. I think you could too." Hold Griffin for me?"

Draco's light gray eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly again, taking the Griffin from Harry - it was so natural to the little boy.Then Harry transformed Draco's robes, wrapping him tightly, and Draco obediently let Harry pick him up, sitting firmly on the dark-haired boy's forearm, securely held by his other arm.

Harry didn't know what made the little boy trust him so much, he called himself Harry softly, and he was being held in his arms.In any case, he is satisfied with the current status quo.Not so long ago, Harry thought he would never believe that Draco Malfoy had such a soft side.What's annoying is that he really, really likes him that way.

He wasn't wearing the Invisibility Cloak because he was holding Draco, and to hell with Filch and his cat, he had more important things to do.The two walked towards the principal's office quietly, Draco's small hand was tightly wrapped around his neck, Griffin also closed his eyes slightly, and curled up in Draco's arms to take a nap obediently.

After trying all the potion names he knew, Harry almost wanted to turn around and go back to the Occupation Room, missing Dumbledore again, at least back then when guessing the password for the Headmaster's Office required only calling out the names of Honeydukes' latest few candies.

Draco remained quiet throughout the whole process, watching in confusion as Harry gritted his teeth and announced the names of various potions he knew and didn't know, "Harry?" he tentatively called out.

"Oh Draco, it's okay. We need the password - if you want to get into Snape's damn office, it's just a game..." He reassured Draco distraughtly, "Okay, let me think about the other shit medicine……"

"Dragon's tusk," Draco said suddenly, and Harry watched in amazement as the stone monster spun open.

"What the fuck...uh I mean, what's going on here?"

"Uncle Sev's room password changes often, but he told me that whenever I say this, his room will open for me." Draco explained to Harry, in a tone of course, Harry couldn't believe it That cold potions master would really do that, unless he was crazy.

Pushing away those surprised thoughts, he led Draco up the steps, and then met a pair of obsidian eyes. The man in his black robe coat was staring intently at their strange combination of creatures, one large and one small.

"Good evening, Professor Snape..."

"You'd better, explain, all of this, Mr. Potter," Snape said dangerously, looking him up and down with eyes that seemed to see through everything. Harry noticed that the portraits behind the man were huddled together in the same frame and whispering, apparently awakened too.And the old man was watching all this with interest as before.

"Uncle Sev?" Draco looked troubled, he didn't ask Harry to let him down to find the godfather, but looked at Snape strangely.

"It's not like the Uncle Sev I know," Draco said suspiciously, looking at Snape's cropped black hair. "His hair should be longer, and he doesn't have the wrinkles here." He touched the corners of his eyes . Harry tried to suppress the laughter that had reached the corner of his mouth, and he failed, choking, and getting a glare from Snape.It had to be said that his relationship with Snape was a bit awkward now, there wasn't as much animosity between them anymore.And Harry couldn't find the right expression to face his Potions Master, and he ventured to guess that Snape was too, although the man still hated to meet his gaze, "He is indeed your godfather, Draco." He took said with a smile.

"Draco?" Snape frowned, looking at his godson who was clearly several sizes smaller. "Explain, Potter," he ordered.

Harry briefly explained how the incident happened, admitted his night tour, and by the way, confessed Draco's.As for Griffin, he tried to muddle through the Chamber of Secrets, but failed again under Snape's murderous gaze.He handed the man the bottle with the remaining potion, realizing that Draco's forearms were sore from holding Draco for so long, clamoring for fresh blood circulation.

"Can you summon two chairs for us, sir?" he asked.

Snape looked reluctant, but probably considering the boy was still holding Draco, so he relented and two armchairs appeared on the other side of the desk.

Harry went over to put Draco into an armchair, but the little boy refused to let go, so he sat in himself, and sat Draco on his lap with his arms crossed in front of him.

"Successful age-reducing potion." Snape put away his wand and looked at Harry from behind his desk. "You mentioned that Griffin's tears dripped into the cauldron and then exploded."

"Yes sir." Harry replied.

"Severus," Dumbledore's portrait joined in, "I'd venture to speculate that the little guy's tears mixed with leech juice broke the balance?"

Snape nodded slightly, "I don't have a better explanation, considering that the function of Griffin's tears has not been really studied, this creature is too rare."

"So now what can we do to fix it? Antidote? Or some damn spell?" Harry asked, "Now that we've figured out why."

"You don't have to do anything, Potter." The Potions Master said coldly, refusing to meet Harry's eyes, "Just wait until the potion wears off, obviously Draco's dose will not recover in an hour."

"Can I go home now, Harry? I'm a little sleepy." Draco rubbed his eyes. He insisted on concentrating for a while, but for a five-year-old, it was long past bedtime. up.

"Sorry, Draco. Your parents are attending an important meeting in France right now." The old man in the portrait told him gently, making up a little lie, "I'm afraid you need to stay here until the effect of the medicine wears off. But I Trust Severus to owl them and they'll know you're here."

Draco was visibly depressed, "That does happen a lot." He agreed under his breath, and Harry knew the little boy meant his parents were always too busy to be seen. "My mother told me that sometimes I need to learn to take care of myself, and I want to be a good boy."

"You can live here with me first, Draco," Snape said. "I'll inform all the professors about your absence from class."

"I want to be with Harry, Uncle Sev." Draco whispered, his little hands gripping Harry's robes tightly. Harry looked down at the little boy in surprise. Draco Malfoy said he wanted to be with Harry Potter?This may be a legend enough to be recorded in the history of Hogwarts school.

Snape pinched his eyebrows, and finally compromised, "Potter, your opinion."

"Um, I, I have no problem, Professor." Harry came back to his senses, he really accepted Draco, "Should I take him back to Gryffindor Tower?" he asked uncertainly, not convinced that Snape would allow him .

"No," the man said, "I expect this to last a week. I'll inform your headmaster that you and Draco will have your own dormitories." He turned and whispered to Dumbledore's portrait, adding Said, "Chamber and Griffin, we'll deal with it later. You can keep it."

"Good professor." Harry nodded, Draco had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and so had Griffin.

"Now, take him away," Snape said flatly. "There will be a house-elf to show you to your new dormitories."

The dormitory Snape had arranged for them was not far from the headmaster's office, and he couldn't believe that he had actually taken over Draco.On the premise of accidentally getting a Griffin, he tied a five-year-old child for himself. Holding the sleeping Draco in his arms, Harry followed the house-elf to a portrait of a treetop dragon.

Oh another dragon.Another dragon, Tree Peak Dragon, again. Harry rolled his eyes and lifted the dragon in his arms up.He bet Snape had done it on purpose.

"You only need to explain to this portrait, and then you can set a password, sir." said the elf.

Harry nodded in thanks, and the elf bowed and left, then turned to the dragon, thinking fast about the password to use.

Long live Gryffindor?He bet Snape wouldn't let him go.

Slytherin omnipotent? Ron would kill him, after he knew it.

"Okay," Harry recognized his barren imagination once again, "Golden Snitch." He finally tapped on the portrait and gave it the password, and the Horntail impatiently breathed fire, setting a fire on fire. Small patch of grass. Malfoy must like this, Harry thought.

The portrait opens, giving way to a circular arch.

There were two beds next to each other in the room, and he found that they also had their own bathroom. Harry picked the one near the window and gently put Draco down, and Griffin was close to him, squeezing into Draco's arms. Harry dug out his pajamas from the closet beside him, he wasn't surprised that his luggage had already arrived, and then he saw that next to his meager clothes, there were piles of robes and shirts of another person in stark contrast, even And there were all sorts of dainty serpentine brooches set with green or silver gemstones.Wrinkling his nose, he pulled out Draco's pajamas, shrunk them down, and changed into them for the little boy with as little movement as possible, even though it woke him up.

"Harry?" Draco asked vaguely, "Where are we?"

"In the dormitory that Severus arranged for us," Harry replied softly in a low voice, "I'm sorry to wake you up, Draco, go back to sleep."

"Will you be here?" Draco confirmed, resisting drooping eyelids.

"Of course, I'll be here." Harry smiled, recalling what he'd seen on TV, and bent down to press a kiss on Draco's forehead—although the next second, he began to doubt his attitude towards little Malfoy. Not too natural and soft.

Draco nodded reassuringly, closed his eyes and fell asleep again, he brushed away a strand of blond hair from the little boy's face, "Good night, Draco." He said softly.

Harry lay down on the other bed, and with Draco's steady breathing, his thoughts didn't build up as usual, and soon his consciousness faded away.

— No nightmares.