Once in McGonagl's office, Draco sat Harry down in the seat next to him. Harry looked up at the Headmistress. "Did I do somfing wong?" He asked. McGonagl smiled at him.

"No sweety." She said. "Now. Earlier you said that you half said the spell, correct?" Draco nodded. "And what age is he?" "I'm fwoe yairs oed!" Harry piped up enthusiastically. Draco snickered at this. "Yes, indeed he is." McGonagle nodded. "I see. Now, I know you said you had read into the vocal age spell, but I suspect you don't know much about this one." Draco shook his head. "No. But Why would I have to?" Draco asked.

"Well, it seems to me, you two have been doing this quite often. Seeing as how this is your fault, I would deem a fitting punishment would be You having to take care of your own mess." "W-What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked nervously. McGonagle cleared her throat. "It means You, Draco Malfoy, will be raising Mr. Potter until he's all grown up." "What! That's not fair! Why do I have to do it?! We don't even share a room. I share my room with Blaize, and he has Ron. I can't raise him. How long will this even last? What if it's permanent?" Draco protested. "Silence now! I will have preparations made for Mr. Zambini to swap rooms with Harry. This spell is a lot like the vocal version you meant to cast. It will wear off. Because you chose such a young age, it will take a while. He should be back to normal by the end of the year. I should warn you. Any injuries he got during his life he will get again, so if something pops up try not to worry. If he says it hurts to much, bring him to Madam Pomfrey. Okay?" Draco just stared at the desk taking it all in. Finally he nodded. "I guess I don't really have a choice huh?" "No. I guess you should have thought about that before you started dueling each other everyday."

"Now, if you don't have any questions, I'll send you two off. I'll have some clothes sent down for him." Draco picked Harry up bridal style. "Let's go Potter." He said. Harry gasped and covered his own mouth. "Done say dat!" He yelled. "What, Potter? Why not?" "My Uncul sad Pwoter's a bad woad." Draco eye'd the little boy. "Why?" Harry just shook his head. "Hmm, okay then Harry, how did you get the bruise of your cheek?" Harry shook his head again and looked down. "I'm not awoud to tawk abowt it." He said.

Draco walked into his room and set Harry down on his bed. On his dresser were tiny clothes. "These must be for you." Draco said picking them up. Harry lit up. "Rweally?!" He asked. Draco chuckled at the sight. "Can you put them on or do I need to get someone to help?" Draco asked. Harry should his head. "No. I can doo it all by my sewf" He said in that stubborn way 4 year olds did. Draco just smirked and tossed Harry the clothes. "Well, you put that on, met me in the common room when you're done." And with that Draco walked out.

Harry eyed his clothes for a moment.

15 minutes later he fumbled his way out of the dorm room. When he saw other people around Draco, he stopped and listened.

After Draco left Harry, it wasn't too long before everyone came rushing in. They had been informed of everything by the Headmistress, but they of course were still gonna panic.

"Okay. But what about Harry's education?" "Well, if what I was told is correct, he'll still remember everything. I'm gonna go to the library as soon as he comes down." "Alright mate, just don't tease him to much." "I won't." Draco sighed. "Harry! Are you done?!" Draco called. "Since when do you cal him Harry?" Pansy asked. "He won't let me call him Potter." The six of them gave Draco a strange look.

"I'm coming!" Harry said, shuffling his way down the stairs. He wore basic black robes that somehow fit perfectly. Draco suspected a fitting spell had something to do with it.

"Aww!" The girls said. Even Luna smiled at tiny Harry. They reached to pick Harry up, who quickly dodged them. Harry ran for Draco and hugged his leg. "Mafowy, who awr dese peopo?" Harry asked. Draco chuckled. "These are your friends, you just don't remember." "Huh?" Harry asked. He looked at Draco like he was going insane. Before anything else could be said, Blaize stepped in. "Wait, so you can call him Harry, but you make him call you Malfoy? How is that fair?" "Yeah, go on Draco, let him say your first name." Ron pipped in. Draco sighed.

"Dwaco?" Harry said hesitantly. Malfoy felt is heart melt at the little boy's attempt. "Yes, you may call me that." Draco said. "Weally?!" Harry lit up again. He's so easily excited, Draco thought. "Yes." Draco eyed those around him, returning to their previous conversation.

"Say Harry, can I call you Potter?" Harry shook his head again. "No, Powter is a bad word." Now everyone was surprised. "Why is that a bad word?" Hermione asked. Harry fumbled his fingers. "Because mommy and daddy were Powters. My Unca says dat day were uwsless fweaks." Harry said.

The room went silent. "I- I'm sowroy! Pwease don't tell." Harry pleaded. Draco picked Harry up and sat the boy on his lap. "Listen to me Harry, Your parent's were amazing people. They weren't freaks, okay?" Harry nodded smally. "Okawy." Draco nodded.

"Can you walk?" Draco asked. Harry nodded again. "Alright, let's go." Draco said, standing up and holding onto Harry's hand. "Awr you going to bring me back to bwing me back to Unca Vernon and Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked. "No." Draco shook his head as they left the room. "We are going to the library." Harry gasped in happiness and started to skip, still holding onto Draco's hand.

They received a lot of odd looks and stares as they walked down the hall. After a few Harry stopped skipping and hugged closer to Draco. "Dwaco? Why awr peopo staiwing at us?" "I'll explain when we get to the library." Draco said.

Finally at the library, Draco started scavenging for the books he needed. Harry sat quietly at a desk and watched. Once he was done, Draco dropped the books on the table with a loud thud. The loud, sudden noise made Harry gasp and cover his head. Draco eye'd the boy who had started to shake. "Hey." He said putting his hand on Harry's tiny arm. "Are you okay?"

Harry looked up and nodded, just before visibly relaxing. "I'm sowry." Harry said. "For what?" Harry just shrugged. After 30 minutes of reading, Draco realized that Harry was quiet. He may be an only child, but even he knew 4 year olds aren't that quiet for that long. He peeped over his book to see Harry was just staring at the table with hands in his lap. That can't be normal.

"Hey Harry?" "Yes?" The boy's head shot up. "Didn't you have some questions?" Draco asked, putting down his book. Harry nodded.

"Why were dose peopo staiwing?" He asked. "Because... well," Draco sighed. "First, I'm gonna have to tell it from the beginning. Think you can keep up?" Harry nodded.

"So, you and I were dueling with magic and-" Harry covered Draco's mouth in a panic. "What now?" Draco asked, a little irritated. "You can't say that word, if you do Aunty and Unca will get Verwy mad." "And?" Draco asked, unimpressed.

"Well, I down't want you to gwet dragged away and locked in the cupboard too." Harry said, as if that were perfectly normal. "What do you mean? Locked in a cupboard?" Harry nodded. "Yeah, whenever I say dat word, Aunty will swap me and Unca Vernon drags me by my hair and locks me in the cupboard." Draco was appalled. "W-why the cupboard?" Harry shrugged. "Because dat's where I sweep." "YOU WHAT!" Draco accidentally yelled. Harry's head dropped. "I- I'm sowry. Pwease don't be mad at me."

Suddenly, Harry started screaming in pain. Draco instantly putting a sound proofing spell around them. "Harry! What's wrong?!" He asked. Harry was crying and trying to hold back his screams. Suddenly, Blood came from his nose and his eye went red. "I'm swory! I'm sowry!" He yelled just before going quiet. Draco picked the young boy up and held him until he stopped shaking.

"What was that?" He asked gently. Silence answered. "Harry?" "I-I'm not suppose to tawk about it." He stuttered, clutching onto Harry with his tiny hands. Draco sighed. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

He cast a spell to clean up the blood and packed up the books in his bag. Then, he picked Harry up bridal style, carrying him to Madam Pomfrey.