grryffindor secret

They hurried to the History of Magic classroom in the last few minutes.Oh it started again, Harry raised his eyebrows, everyone was staring at them.Apparently he and little Draco got the most attention.Even the usually reserved Slytherins were attracted by this scene, Blaise Zabini and the Gryffindor golden trio, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in his arms.

"I should be grateful now that there are three more days until Christmas break, right? I just have three more days to deal with this." Harry said in a low voice to Blaise, who nodded to Hermione that he was fine and she gave him a worried note. Eyes led Ron to the seat that technically belonged to the Gryffindor side. "So where do we sit?"

Blaise led him to the empty middle seat on the Slytherin side, "Usually Draco would sit here," he said, helping Harry pull out two chairs, deforming one to make it more suitable for a five-year-old Boy, Harry accepted, reassuring Draco that he would sit next to him, put the little boy in his chair, and he sat down on the chair to Draco's right, with Blaise sitting on Draco's left.The whole process was going on under the surprised eyes of the two colleges.

Harry was sure that there was really nothing to worry about for the Gryffindors, but they were all worried about him, and he had a group of loyal friends, even if he refused to communicate with them, snowballing more secrets.It was possible that the people Blaise was referring to were from the other two houses, he thought, and both Hufflepuff's obstinacy and Ravenclaw's ego could be the reason for the attack.He decided to keep an eye out, since he was going to take Malfoy's responsibilities.

"I think you can get some sleep, Draco. You really didn't get enough sleep yesterday..." Harry whispered to the little boy, "Honestly, this class isn't very interesting..."

And Draco seemed to think of something suddenly, "Blaise, you're here," he frowned, "We're at Hogwarts, why didn't I see Vincent and Greg?" Harry froze for a moment before realizing he was talking about Crabbe and Goyle, A sudden emotion overwhelmed him, and he was reminded again by Draco's unintentional question that they had just ended a damn war and many people had died, including those two Slytherins. Blaise's expression was blank for a second, he was gathering words, but everything seemed too pale at the moment.

"Well, Draco, I think they should be home now," Harry glanced at Blaise, and answered the boy instead, "They're injured and need to rest at home."

Draco's expression turned worried. "Are they badly hurt? They never are." He frowned. "They really don't."

"Um, I guess so, Zabini?" Harry asked for help, and he really didn't know anything about Slytherin childhoods.

"You'll see them when they're well, Draco," Blaise said, holding back his sadness and reassuring Draco patiently. "Remember it's Christmas soon? I'm sure you'll get their presents, okay?"

Draco nodded and accepted, although his expression was still worried, he leaned himself towards Harry, snuggling up against the Gryffindor, and Harry put his left hand around him protectively, "Go to sleep, Draco." He said softly. Draco hummed barely audibly, closed his eyes and put himself into a dream.

After Draco fell asleep, Blaise set up a silencing spell between him and them, so as not to wake him. "Draco's trust in you still impresses me," he said to Harry, opening up a new conversation, "Have you tried to find out why, Potter?"

"What?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"The age-reducing potion will reduce the age of the user, but it will more or less leave the emotions of a normal age in the body." Blaise explained in a low voice, Professor Binns was already giving a lecture, and his flat voice became their The context of the conversation, "Emotion doesn't go away, it's not like memory, it stays in the body."

Harry was completely confused, "You mean, Malfoy remembers me."

"No, it's just that his body remembers how it feels about you. Draco trusts you, very much, Potter. The stronger the feeling, the more it stays in the body." Blaise frowned at Harry's dullness, and he noticed Harry's sluggishness. The expression said, "Okay, of course he trusts you, and you were the only one who believed in his loyalty at that time."

Even more than his godfather? Harry felt as if he'd been given Snape's worst potion ever.

"Are you always this slow Potter?" Blaise asked curiously.

"Maybe I am." Harry replied frustrated.

Their statement about "seats" apparently worked.Everything seemed to be going very well, Gryffindors had learned not to question Harry's behavior, even though they had done it before, but too much had happened and now everyone understood that, no matter what, they needed him , he needs them too.When Professor Binns finally finished his long lecture, Harry gently woke Draco up, and walked out of the classroom quietly with the still bewildered little boy in his arms, Hermione and Ron walking behind them.There were no conflicts and everyone respected their presence.He even forgot for a moment that this was a class shared by Gryffindor and Slytherin, it was always noisy, but now it was incredibly friendly.

He really didn't have to deal with the Gryffindors, and Seamus and Dean even greeted Draco, who he was leading, during lunch.On the other hand, Harry didn't know if Blaise had clarified something to the Slytherins, at least they seemed relieved, and a few juniors would nod to Harry.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione asked, still worried, knowing that her best friend didn't want the attention right now.

"Of course," Harry replied absently, honestly still stuck in the message Blaise had given him, "my life needs to be this busy."

He took Draco by the hand and walked slowly towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Occasionally, the little boy would show interest in the portraits on the wall, and he would pick him up so that Draco could see them better. Harry found it a joy to watch little Draco, and he learned that Malfoy actually had a variety of expressions, too.

"They're really funny!" Draco cheered to Harry, hugging Harry's neck to steady himself, his big gray eyes shining brightly, "unlike the portraits at the manor, where they just sit there, and Father said something I couldn't understand."

Harry realized that he really liked the vivid Draco.He was even more sure that Draco would love the Horntail by the door of their dormitory, given that the boy had fallen asleep when they got back there yesterday and had left in such a hurry this morning that he hadn't had time to look at it seriously.

In fact, he was a little apprehensive. It was Ravenclaw who had class together in the afternoon.He wasn't sure about their attitude and could only hope they were wise enough not to provoke him, and he wasn't sure what he would do, and he wasn't sure Remus would be proud of his outburst.

"I still can't believe Snape actually allowed Remus to come back and teach this class!" Ron said suddenly, "He's always dreamed of that position, hasn't he?"

"He's still under the watchful eye of society, even though the Ministry of Magic trial ended up acquitting him because of Harry's testimony," Hermione replied, "apparently a werewolf loyal to the Order of the Phoenix and a famous ex-Death Eater with an outwardly tough look More suitable as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

"They should have realized how stupid they were, kicked Remus out of school, and brought in a fake Moody." Harry raised his eyebrows mockingly. "A true Death Eater, thanks Merlin."

The scene is repeating itself, but with some differences.When they opened the door and walked into the classroom, Remus was already getting ready for class, his head down, puzzled by the sudden silence, until he looked up and saw Harry and Draco.Then he gave Harry a warm smile.

Draco was shaking again from being stared at by everyone, he was held by Harry, turned his head away, and buried his face in Harry's neck, refusing to face it all. Harry patted him on the back, reassuring the little boy, and settled into the last row of seats without putting Draco down, with Hermione and Ron sitting protectively on either side of them.

"It's okay, it's okay, Draco," he whispered, the anger building inside him, he knew what it was like to be stared at, and Harry didn't, didn't want a five-year-old to take it. "Trust me, it's all good, okay? Remus' class was a lot of fun, and I bet you'll love it."

Draco shook his head violently, and Harry sighed.He glared at the Ravenclaws who were staring at them around him, he noticed a few unfriendly glances, he stood up with Draco in his arms, his eyes narrowed, Remus condoned his behavior, and was leaning against the podium quietly watch them.

"I know, some of you, are still wary of Slytherin." Harry stated flatly, his arms tightened, "I also know, some of you, did something to the first year of Slytherin behind your back." Disgraceful behavior." He managed to catch a trace of restlessness, "As you can see, now Draco Malfoy has some minor issues that need to be resolved, and in the process, I will hold him accountable." Harry said in an unquestionable tone Announcing, there was a commotion, and he looked back at them until it was quiet again, before adding, "Meanwhile, if anything happens to the lower classes of Slytherin, I will know. And some, will know the consequences."

Harry really didn't suspect that if someone did something to the little Slytherin in his arms, he would be furious.Look, he was really caught by this little hand.

He sat down again with Draco in his arms, believing that the little boy also understood his strong emotions to protect him, he stopped hiding his face and tried to look around.

"You're welcome, little Mr. Malfoy," Remus said gently.

"Thanks. Hello," Draco whispered, "—?" and he looked at Harry beggingly.

"You can call him Remus." Harry smiled.

"Remus." Draco finished his ritual.

Ron looked at him in awe, "You were so cool just now, man." He patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Sometimes I have to," Harry said dryly, as he settled a calm Draco into the transformed chair beside him, "I hate this, it's no easier than letting me kill Voldemort."

Ron let out a suppressed laugh, and Hermione poked him hard in the waist, but she was smiling too.They were all happy to see that their friend was finally talking to them, no matter how much, at least he wasn't silent anymore.

He was grateful that Remus had arranged for all of them to learn Invoke Guardian, most of them hadn't mastered it yet. Harry had a good reason to rest again, because of Draco, he had been pardoned as Remus' assistant teacher.Ron and Hermione, and those who had been in DA training before, weren't so lucky.All the tables and chairs were pushed away, leaving a large open space, and he took Draco to the corner of the classroom, transformed into a long sofa, and lazily nestled there observing the others.

"Harry, don't you have to practice with them?" Draco asked, looking up, his small body pressed against Harry.

"Oh, I've mastered it very early," he replied, and then he remembered a similar charm that Hermione had modified before, which could condense a silver mist, like a Patronus, but it could become anything you wanted shape, and it's not a Patronus. "Draco, do you like unicorns?"

Draco nodded, "They're really pretty!" The little boy knelt down on the sofa instead, "I mean, I saw it in my book."

Harry raised a mysterious smile, "Now, let's make one." Draco cheered in surprise, he carefully condensed the air into his hands, a dancing little unicorn, Draco smiled happily, eyes Bend, reach out and want to touch.

"Easy," Harry reminded gently, lowering the height of his palms to a more comfortable level for Draco.

The little Slytherin cautiously touched the transparent unicorn's horn, Harry flicked his wand slightly, muttered a spell, and a transparent little figure in Slytherin robes - obviously a smaller and smaller Draco - appeared in the unicorn. Beside the horned beast, leaning against it intimately.

"Wow..." Draco gasped, eyes widening.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Yes!" Draco replied loudly, his little face flushed with joy again, and he squeezed into Harry's arms and said coquettishly, "Can I be you again, Harry?"

"Of course." A little Harry appeared, just as he and he, little Harry and little Draco were snuggling up too. Harry looked tenderly at the child leaning against him, trusting his child completely.

—he thought he would do anything for him.