Little Harry woke up to a high-pitched scream and a loud thud in front of his baby crib. His green eyes blinked lazily, and he tried to make out what was happening. As he moved to stand up, there was a weird, tingling sensation on his bare skin. Something was on his back, and it was moving…

His little fist immediately grabbed the offender and Harry eyed the creature with a relieved sigh. It was Mr. BooBoo, his cute little cockroach, given to him by an ancient man with a long beard for his first birthday. At least that's what his parents told him, as he didn't actually remember it happening.

With Mr. BooBoo still in his fist, Harry stood up to finally figure out what the scream was about, and who exactly dared to wake him up from his dream of eating a chocolate mountain.

His eyes scanned his cosy room but couldn't find anything suspicious. Well, except for a man in black robes laying on the floor, face down. That was new.

Harry turned his head to the other end of his crib, where a lever was. He just needed to pull it, and his parents would come running into his room. Sometimes even the weird old man would show up.

Harry pulled the lever with a smile and waited for someone to come. He petted Mr. BooBoo soothingly as an alarm rang throughout the house.

This time, the elderly man with a beard was first. He magically appeared out of nowhere and scanned the room warily. Harry gave him a thumbs up to indicate he was alright. The man sighed in relief and noticed the other man, who was still laying face down.

At this moment, Harry's parents opened the door and almost crashed into the old man as they ran inside. Harry waved at them with his left hand, his right still occupied by his pet.

They smiled back at him, then stared at the unconscious man with wide eyes. The ancient man, who was wearing pajamas with dancing carrots on them, turned the collapsed man on his back. As his face became visible, Harry's parents gasped loudly, and their faces paled unnaturally.

"It's him," James started. "It's really him."

The grey-haired man nodded. "It is. And he is defeated, as the prophecy foretold."

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord…" Lily whispered distractingly, her eyes turning to Harry's miniature form, still standing in his baby crib.

The old man also stared at the boy, his gaze calculating. "Yes. The only one he ever feared… Mr. BooBoo."

Upon hearing this, Harry's eyes turned to his favourite pet again. For the first time, the boy noticed that the cockroach had a tiny, lightning bolt-shaped scar on its head. Mr. BooBoo turned its head to him, and Harry could swear that the little pet smirked at him.

"Every wizarding child in the world will know this name. I wouldn't be surprised if years from now, this day would be known as Mr. BooBoo Day," the man in ridiculous pajamas said. "Alas, this is not the time for celebration yet. We need to take care of the body first."

After saying that, the old man disappeared again, this time taking the fallen man with him.

James and Lily smiled at Harry as they quietly left the room, but not before giving the Saviour of the Wizarding World a serious nod, which was not returned cause Mr. BooBoo has already fallen asleep.

Harry also went back to sleep, hoping that this time, his dreams wouldn't be interrupted, and he would finally eat the whole chocolate mountain.

A/N: I aged Harry up a little bit, so he's already around 3 years old when Voldemort tries to kill him.

This was written for the first round of the Houses Competition, year 5.

Team: Lions

Class Subject: DADA

Story Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Event] Waking up with a cockroach on your skin

Word Count: 609