grryffindor secret

"Look, of course we won't be late!" Harry muttered childishly, pulling back two chairs with a thump, making a harsh noise, "Snape hasn't even come!" Blaise and he sat in the cellar with Draco still In the middle seat, Hermione and Ron sat with them this time, and they chose the seat behind Harry.

"With all due respect, Potter," Blaise whispered, his eyebrows raised, "you're acting like a five-year-old now, do you need me to transform a baby chair for you too?"

Harry settled Draco, squinted his eyes and was about to retort when a smooth voice came from his side, "Quietness is a form of etiquette, and in my class, it's a necessity, Mr. Potter."

"Uncle Sev!" Draco yelled happily, and Harry jerked his head up to meet Snape's searching eyes, and he was wide awake now. "I'm sorry, Professor," he said quickly, dropping his head again, Avoid any more eye contact with this man.

Snape's dark eyes twinkled, and he nodded at the little boy.He didn't say anything more, just took a deep look at Harry, and walked up to his podium.

"Your task today is to make a wound cleanser." Snape announced, waving his wand, densely packed small words appeared on the blackboard, "recipe and steps." He glanced around his students, everyone except Harry Looking at him intently, he added, "All finished products will be inspected by me and sent to the medical wing as supplies. You don't have time to waste, let's start in groups of two."

Almost everyone started to move at the same second, all the groups, one of them began to hastily set up the cauldron, while the other stumbled towards the material cabinet.

Harry looked down at the little boy beside him, he had noticed the child's eagerness for a long time, "Would you like to get the materials for us Draco?" He asked softly, but he knew he would get an affirmative answer.

"Can I?!" Draco replied in surprise, his big gray eyes starting to glow.

Harry couldn't help a smile, he nodded, "Of course, be careful. Blaise will stay here with me to make preparations when you come back."

The little boy slid off his baby chair and trotted to the materials cabinet, of course he knew where it was, and Draco had been staring at it for far too long, almost eagerly.

"Can you switch moods faster?" Blaise asked.

"He's always been this into potions?" Harry answered his question.

They all paid attention to the little boy not far away, who was actively collecting the ingredients they needed, and a Gryffindor girl helped him get the nettle and leech juice on the high shelf.

"As you can see..." Blaise grimaced, but he didn't stop setting up the cauldron. "When I was young, maybe seven or eight years old. Sometimes I would visit Draco's house. We spent A lot of time, spent in the basement potions room of the Malfoys' house - come, move your hand, Potter, and deign to light us a fire."

"You're equally keen on this?" Harry asked curiously as they waited for the water to boil.

"Frankly, no. But I'm a good friend, Potter, and I'll be with Draco, and he's taught me a lot about rare materials. You know, part of my potions grades are due to that..." Then Blaise looked at Harry suspiciously, "Tell me, how did you improve your Potions skills by leaps and bounds in sixth year?"

Harry took a risky glance at Snape, who was also watching them, when Draco was already on his way back to his seat, "I insist on my right to keep a secret, Zabini," he said, ignoring Blaise's disapproving snort, and Harry Standing up to meet his little boy, he bent down to take their materials from Draco's tiny hand.

"Good boy," he said softly to Draco, walking back to their places with the little boy, and Blaise put Draco in his chair again, watching the two older boys eagerly.

"Is there anything else I can do?" Draco asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Well, let me see," Blaise said, "maybe you can help us put the ingredients in order? It's not a good idea for you to chop them up because you're young."

"Of course!" Draco replied happily, and Harry placed the materials in front of the little boy.

Their cooperation was exceptionally smooth, and Harry was once again deeply aware of Draco's enthusiasm and talent for potions, as well as his rigor since childhood.The little boy even pointed out that he shouldn't be stirring in a clockwise direction, because Snape had noted on the blackboard that after adding the ginger root it needed to rest for a minute before stirring "counter-clockwise" for three and a half weeks.

—Of course he won't admit his carelessness.Brilliant, Draco Malfoy, Potions Prince of Slytherin.

"A five-year-old Draco is more serious than you?" Blaise folded his arms and said lazily, "Please Potter, read the instructions carefully."

He glared angrily at Blaise who was making fun of him, "Or you do it!" Harry squeezed out the words, but the Slytherin laughed even more.

Eventually they succeeded in brewing the perfect purple potion, which was smoking and smelling bad.

"I swear I'll never understand Draco's obsession with potions." Harry said wryly as they jard a small portion out to be examined, "...that's what it is." He stared at them. finished product.

Snape slid over, having inspected several sets of cauldrons, ordering them to start bottling the rest.He took the bottle Draco held up. "Acceptable." He said simply, "Mr. Zabini, bottle them."

Harry noticed that the little boy had been looking at his godfather expectantly, obviously wanting his personal approval for Draco, and he really couldn't pretend he didn't see it, "Draco helped too." Harry said suddenly, for various reasons, he Couldn't bear to see Draco disappointed.

Snape shot Harry a surprised look, then turned to his godson, eyes softening, "You're doing well, Draco. Just like you always have." Draco's little face flushed as he gave his The godfather gave a big smile.

He couldn't believe that at that moment he actually felt that everything was worth it.

After Potions class, they finally made their way down the hallway to Griffin's Chamber, with a small child with them. Harry asked himself repeatedly in his heart, did he really do the right thing?Maybe he really shouldn't be taking them on this adventure.

"Are you alright buddy?" Ron asked worriedly, noticing his absent-mindedness.

Harry shook his head, "I'm just not sure if I'm doing it right," he added bitterly, "I always push people close to me into danger, don't I? And now there's a five-year-old here."

"That's why I suggested just to leave Draco with Professor Snape." Blaise said dryly.

Draco was held by Blaise, and the little boy didn't really know where they were going, but he frowned a little when he heard Blaise say, "But I don't want to leave Harry," he said softly.

"You know it's only temporary, Draco." Harry persuaded him patiently, if the little boy changed his mind now, they would still have time to turn back and send Draco to the headmaster's office.

The little boy pouted, "No." He spit out a word.

Well, the expression was very Draco, and Harry chose to surrender.He felt more and more helpless with the little Malfoy.He always caught him easily, whether it was with his big silver-gray eyes or limp blond hair, and Harry suspected that the kid had magic in him (of course he had), and he was falling step by step, to a place named In the trap for Draco Malfoy.

With a large degree, he doesn't want to admit it, unconsciously willing.

It's too bad.

He didn't notice that both Hermione and Blaise were watching the changing expression on his face with interest, and Harry was lost in his own head, thinking about Draco Malfoy again for the number of times.

"Granger, is he aware that he's in Draco's hand? Is he always like this?" Blaise asked, referring to Harry mentally blocking out the others again and focusing on his own mind.

Even though Hermione might not want to, she nodded and couldn't hide a smile on her face, "You don't know, Zabini, these are the two days Harry has been most focused in talking." There was relief in her eyes , "I believe largely because of the one in your arms—his little responsibility."

They walked for a few minutes, and Harry suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he stopped.

"Potter, are you finally willing to get out of your brain?" Blaise said, "So where do we go?"

Harry looked around, and it was indeed the corridor from before, but there was no Griffin statue here, and everything he could see was empty. "It's here, I'm sure." Hermione looked at him suspiciously, and he had no choice but to pull out the Marauder's Map and wake it up in front of Blaise.

"What's this?" Blaise hugged Draco and leaned closer, "Oh magical Potter always has so many props."

"It can show everyone!" Draco said cheerfully to Blaise, "Look we're all here!" The little boy let go of Blaise's neck, leaned over and pointed with his little finger to a few small black dots, all marked with five of them. personal name.

Blaise stared at the battered parchment in surprise.

"Here it is," said Harry, holding up the map so everyone could see where he had magically marked Griffin's corner the other day, and they were standing here, on his mark, "yes it was here .”

"But..." Ron began hesitantly, looking around.

"It's gone."

Harry thought maybe it was necessary for him to tell Snape this information, but subconsciously he felt that the Chamber of Secrets wasn't really missing, there must be something he hadn't noticed.He needed a long-lost night out, and Harry had a hunch that he should take Griffin.Given Draco's refusal to be separated from him, this would happen after the little boy fell asleep.The five of them had lunch together, saying goodbye to his friends and Blaise, and Harry carried Draco back to their dormitory, they had an afternoon of free time, Draco was excited about the morning potions class, and by lunch time he was already Started to yawn.

He briefly washed Draco's face and hands, then changed into his little pajamas, and gently placed the little boy on his bed, "Sleep Draco, I'll be here." Harry said softly.

Draco nodded and rolled over on his side, wrapping his arms around Griffin who had been nestled against his neck.

Harry finished his History of Magic homework while the boy was napping, and then tidied his and Draco's wardrobes.Only his own part to be exact, he really wouldn't do it normally, his bedroom in Gryffindor Tower was always messy.Because Harry was surprised to find that the clothes in Draco's suitcase were stacked in different categories, and he knew it was moved directly from the wardrobe in the Slytherin bedroom.From this he had to admit that Draco Malfoy was indeed a man of order, unlike him, and he was pissed to realize that his rags were limp and rolled together.

He played with Griffin for a while after Draco woke up, and Harry reminded himself again that Draco really needed some toys and picture books for him. Griffin has learned to shake Draco's toy dragon around in its mouth. It grows fast and becomes more and more curious about the things around it. Harry takes Draco's dragon from Griffin's mouth again and again, and he finds that it seems I prefer the red Chinese fireball dragon.

"Okay Gry, be good." Harry said helplessly, pulling Draco back from the dangerous fireplace, "I guess you don't want to set yourself on fire, do you? Draco..." Feeling like a Nanny, he let himself wallow in this sad realization.

Everything went according to plan, and after dinner, he finally put an excited Draco to bed, and Harry was relieved that the children's shampoo in their bathroom had finally changed to citrus, which was fine, as long as it wasn't strawberries.It wasn't good being pushed away by Draco.

After confirming that the little boy was asleep, he picked up Griffin, tiptoedly opened the wooden door, put on the invisibility cloak, and went straight to the corridor.Just as he guessed, the statue appeared, still in that position, even the angle at which the mouth opened remained unchanged.

"Damn it..." Harry said to himself, he stroked the wall behind the statue, and with a bang, the Chamber of Secrets opened again.At this time Griffin screamed in his arms, "Griffin...the chamber...my blood..."

All the clues were strung together, and he vaguely formed a conclusion in his mind.

He returned to the dormitory with uncertain questions, and heard sobs as soon as he entered the door. Harry snapped off the Invisibility Cloak, walked quickly to Draco's bed, and found the little boy struggling in his dream, his little brow furrowed.

"Draco, Draco, wake up." He put Griffin aside, then knelt on the floor, waking Draco worriedly.

Draco stared blankly at Harry for a moment, then cried again, "Harry!" He opened his arms and asked for a hug, and Harry complied, sitting on Draco's bed, the little boy snuggled against his chest.

"You're having a nightmare, baby." He comforted softly, patting Draco's back regularly with one hand.Slowly the little boy stopped sobbing, and he hiccupped in Harry's arms, and Harry called for a glass of water and held it in Draco's hand.

"But it seemed real," Draco choked out, "I dreamed of a bigger Vincent and Greg, and they were hit by green and red spells." He started sobbing again, but Draco didn't Pausing his description, "I dreamed about you, Harry, you look terrible, you're bleeding."

The little boy trembled in his arms, and Harry's eyes widened as he realized that maybe it really wasn't a nightmare.