120 year old baby
Harry lay there, with his eyes shut tight. Mmm, he had had a very disturbing dream. He had been up on his broomstick flying around, looking for the snitch. Suddenly a dark figure appeared and made a dreadful cutting gesture over his neck. Harry looked at him, still on his broomstick. He tried to yell at the dark figure, but he only laughed.
The dark figure then pointed down to the ground. Albus was there, playing with his toys, unaware of what was going on above him. Before Harry could do anything, the dark figure was zooming towards Albus, stretching out his hand as he went.
Feeling suddenly afraid, Harry zoomed after the dark figure. Faster and faster he went, until, BANG.
Harry sat bolt right up in bed, panting hard like he had just run a mile. Dizziness suddenly wrapped itself around him, and Harry had a hard time stopping himself from vomiting. He could feel a great deal of pain in his head. He raised his right hand. Touching his head carefully, he could feel a huge lump developing under the skin.
"Oh, My Potter, I see that you are finally awake, you shouldn't be sitting up in your condition you know. Come on, lay back down now, come on". said the Healer, Madam Pomphrey, as she came forward from nowhere carrying vials of something yellow and blue.
Harry looked at her for a second, before trying to get up out of bed. "No Mr Potter, you stay right where you are, you are in no fit state to walk about anywhere" she said, trying to keep him confined to his bed. "No, I have to see Professor McGonagall, now, its urgent" yelled Harry in vain, still trying to get out of bed.
"Mr Potter please, you need to rest now, come on back in the bed with you, you can see the professor tomorrow" she said trying once more to convey him to his bed. "No I need to talk to her and now, I am not resting until I have" shouted Harry, looking furious about how the nurse constantly tried to restrain him.
He could see that Madam Pomphrey was not to pleased about his behaviour either. Seeing that he wasn't going to give in she stormed out of the hospital wing and out of his sight. Harry hoped that she had gone to find the professor, he had to tell her about the dark figure he had seen. He was worried that Albus was in danger now.
First Albus informed him that Malfoy had told his father about him being De-aged, then the constant glares and smirks in there direction, then the cutting gesture in the great hall, and then the dark figure at Quidditch Practice. It was all too much to just let slip by, he had to tell her now.
A few minutes later, Madam Pomphrey came in with Professor McGonagall. The Professor looked very concerned, but stern as usual. She settling herself down at the end of Harry's bed, and gave him a long and calculating look before asking…
"Now then Mr Potter, Madam Pomphrey just informed me that you needed to speak to me urgently about something"? Harry nodded, taking a deep breath, he started to tell his story.
All through his tale, he could see McGonagall, her face didn't show any sort of emotional concern. Harry could only tell that she was concerned by the look in her eyes. Once he had finished he sat back and waited for any reactions. Finally after a few moments, Professor McGonagall spoke, sounding rather annoyed.
"So, Mr Potter according to what you have just told me, the dark figure at your Quidditch Practice was Mr Malfoy" Harry nodded his head. "And he went for Albus when he was with Miss Granger" Harry nodded. "And a few times within the week, you have seen Mr Malfoy behave violently towards Albus" again Harry nodded feeling more and more ashamed of himself. "And Albus told you that he was sure that Mr Malfoy told his father about his circumstances".
Harry nodded for the last time, feeling very ill about himself. Damn it, he thought, I was meant to protect Albus not ignore the threats made towards him. Professor McGonagall on the other hand was looking more than livid now. "I do hope Mr Potter that you will in future tell me about the dangers that you face, you know full well that Albus is not safe while he is like this". she yelled.
Harry didn't say anything. Instead he just stared down at the soft, warm bright coloured blanket resting over him. Harry heard the professor take a deep breath before she continued to yell at him.
"Well Mr Potter, I hope that you will tell me about any problems you will have in future". Harry, nodded his again in shame.
"Now" Professor McGonagall stood up from her seated position at the end of Harry's bed. "I will go and sort out Mr Malfoy and ask him about all this. I also send in Mr Weasley and Miss Ganger, I'm sure they would like very much to see that you are ok. In the mean time, I want you to have a long hard thought about what could have happened to Albus if you had continued not to inform me". She paused a moment. "I am very disappointed with you Mr Potter". Throwing one last frustrated look in his direction he walked out of the hospital wing.
Once Professor McGonagall had left Harry hung his head. Letting out a great sigh, he hid his face in his hands. How could I have been so careless? What if Malfoy managed to get hold of Albus and hurt him in some way? It would be his fault. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself. I must be more careful from now on, he thought. I must tell McGonagall about things when they happen, not hours after.
"Hawee". Harry looked up from his hands and saw his two best friends, Ron and Hermione striding in carrying Albus. Both of them he noticed were looking very worried.
Albus however was looking very happily at him. Seeing that the boy was starting to squirm in her arms, Hermione put him down. Once the young lad was on the ground, he began to run up to Harry smiling.
Smiling as well Harry moved to pick up the young boy from the floor and place him on his lap. "Hello Albus" said Harry holding the boy close. "Did you miss me?" he asked. Albus nodded, while resting his head against Harry's chest.
"Wee missed you loads Hawee" said the little boy. Looking happy that he was with reunited with him again.
"Did you now?. Well I missed you too" replied Harry, holding the youngster close in his arms. "Have you been a good boy for Ron and Hermione"?. He asked glancing up at his two friends.
He could tell by there faces that they had had a trying and argumentative time looking after the boy. Although Harry suspected that Hermione did most of the work, since Ron wasn't keen on being a main carer.
Lifting his head from against Harry's chest, Albus nodded. "I been good boy, Hawee, I eated all my dinner today" he said looking pleased with himself. Harry smiled at him, glad that he was ok. "good boy".
At that moment Hermione moved forward, removing something from her bag. "Albus, look what I've got for you to play with". Harry saw that Hermione held some colouring books and some colour changing crayons in her hands.
Smiling up at her, the young boy moved forward, settling between them all, on the bed, with the colouring books. Once they were sure that there young charge was ok, both of them turned to him. "Harry mate, what happened at Quidditch practice the other day? Asked Ron before he or Hermione could say anything. "One minute you were ok, the next you were zooming off towards Hermione what was going on"?
Harry began to tell once again what happened during the Quidditch practice, careful not to disrupt or scare Albus in anyway. He told them about the dark figure in the stands, about seeing him take out his wand and go to point it at Albus, (as he said this he just nodded down at the boy so as not to bother the young lad) and about seeing the dark figure disappear before he past out.
Once Harry had told them both what happened, he sat back to watch their expressions. Just as he predicted, Ron looked Shocked and angry, while Hermione looked scared and alert. "But what makes you sure it was Malfoy Harry?" asked Hermione. "I mean didn't you just say that you didn't see his face? What makes you so sure"
"Oh come on Hermione" Said Ron before he could reply. "Don't you remember what Harry told us had happened earlier that day? About the throat cutting thing? Its obvious it was him, I mean who else could it have been?" finished Ron, whom was looking very sure of himself.
Hermione however wasn't sure. "Look all I'm saying is that we shouldn't jump to conclusions, just because Malfoy done that cutting gesture earlier does not mean that he was the one in the stands, I mean it could have been anyone, it could have been someone coming to cheer you guys on or something, it might not have been an attack, it could have been"……
Harry cut her off at this point. "Hermione, it was a dark figure with a hood, I couldn't see there face, he approached behind you holding out his wand, does that sound like someone that would cheer us on"? he asked now feeling annoyed.
Hermione bit her lip at this, she knew that he had a point. Seeing that she couldn't argue anymore she gave in. "Alright Harry, if you insist it was an attacker, ok, but you still don't know for sure if it was Malfoy do you".
"Alright then, no I don't know for sure if it was Malfoy, ok, but I wouldn't be surprised that it was him would you"? he said, trying not to disrupt Albus, who was busy trying to colour in picture of a phoenix, which was flying backwards and forwards over the page.
"Look" he said, "I'm 100 sure that is Malfoy ok, and anyway, McGonagall believes me, she's already gone to get Malfoy, so what more do you need"?
"Your right mate, we believe you, it was Malfoy, end of story" said Ron, who was looking between Hermione and Harry. All was quiet for sometime. They all sat around Albus watching him play with his books. Occasionally turning to one of them to show them what he had done so far.
Suddenly Professor McGonagall came striding in again, she was looking very agitated, Harry noticed, but she showed a bit more concerned now. "Well Professor, was it him? What did he say"? asked Harry before anyone could stop him.
No Mr Potter, it was not Mr Malfoy". she replied looking fixedly at him. "What!" yelled Harry, "But Professor it was him, I swear, he threatened Albus earlier that day, how could it not be him?" he cried looking annoyed now himself. How did he get over the Professor?
"Mr Potter please refrain yourself from losing your temper in front of the young man next to you" she replied sternly. Looking down at Albus, Harry saw that the boy was looking at him fearfully. Harry realised that his sudden outburst had frightened him. Feeling more guilty now, Harry held out his arms to the boy, hoping that he could calm him again.
Albus looked at him for a while, and for a moment Harry was afraid that he wouldn't go to him. After a minute or so, Albus moved forward into his arms and buried his face into Harry's shoulder. "It's ok Albus, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you" he cooed. Stroking the boys hair. After a moment he felt Albus begin to relax again.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy has an alibi, according to himself and Miss Bulstrode, they were together that afternoon in one of the unused classrooms". she said, with a look of strong disapproval.
"Now I have spoken with Professor Snape, and he has agreed to watch there actions from now on towards our young boy here" she said looking down at Albus, who was now sitting quietly on Harry's lap, holding a little red teddy bear that Hermione had just given to him.
"In the mean time Mr Potter, I expect you to be up and out of this bed as soon as possible, so I think its time that Mr Weasley and Miss Granger go back to their dormitory, along with Albus and get a pleasant nights sleep".
As she left, Hermione and Ron got up. "Well I guess we have to go now mate, will be back down here tomorrow ok, and don't worry about what she said, we know its Malfoy. Whatever he told her, it's a lie" said Ron reassuringly, while shooting a "keep your mouth shut" look at Hermione.
Turning little Albus towards him, Harry gave the boy a hug. "Now you be a good boy for Hermione tonight and get lots of sleep ok" he said, while stroking the boys hair. "I not seep with you tonigh Hawee"? Asked Albus. Harry shook his head. "No not tonight Albus, you can tomorrow ok"
Albus nodded at him silently. Giving the boy one last hug, and saying "see ya later" to is friends, Harry watched them go.
As soon as his friends left, he turned and saw that Madam Pomphrey was already walking over to him carrying a vial of something blue. It was obvious to Harry that she had been waiting for them to go.
"Now Mr Potter, will you please take the blue vial of sleeping draught (not dreamless sleep) so that you to can get a good nights sleep" she said while holding out the vial. Taking the blue vial from Her, he uncorked the bottle and drank down its contents in one gulp. Before Harry could hand back the vial, he was asleep.
"Now tell me Lucius, why have you come to me when I have not summoned you, you know I don't allow such actions to go unpunished"
"I know My Lord, please forgive me, but, My Lord, I have great news" said someone close by. Harry turned his head and saw Mr Malfoy in front of him. Harry was confused, why is Mr Malfoy in front of me? Why is he at Hogwarts.? "What do you have to tell me Lucius" asked Harry in a strange voice that was not his own.
Lucius Malfoy came forward suddenly from his right and bowed in front of him. "My Lord, my son Draco, he follows you in his heart my lord, he has told me that the filthy Muggle Loving Dumbledore has had a little accident in potions. My son has told me My Lord, that Dumbledore has been De-aged into a 3 year old"
Harry's eyes suddenly became wide with horror as he heard those words. Oh no, Voldemort now knows. He could feel fear swell up inside him like nothing else he had ever felt before. Albus is in trouble now for sure.
Although Harry felt terrified, he could feel himself laughing. A terrible high pitched laugh that was chilling to the bones. Its not my laugh, thought Harry, its Voldemorts I'm seeing what he's seeing again. "Who is looking after him at the moment Lucius"? questioned Voldemort. Harry felt himself tense up when he heard. "The Potter brat My Lord and his two side-kicks Weasley and the Mudblood Granger"
"You must receive your punishment Lucius" said Voldemort coldly. Harry saw Mr Malfoy become very still. "Yes My Lord". Harry felt some movement of his, or rather Voldemorts arms. "CRUCIO!"
Despite hearing Mr Malfoy scream in agony, Harry could feel that Voldemort was pleased. He could feel every ounce of his being laughing on the inside. No its not my being, thought Harry again, its Voldemort. After a moment, the curse was withdrawn and Mr Malfoy collapsed on the floor, panting hard after the torture curse had been taken off.
Harry, or rather Voldemort gave Lucius a few moments to recover.
Finally, he felt himself, or rather Voldemort speak again. "Tell me Lucius, your son, you say he's faithful to me"? Lucius nodded, "Yes My Lord, he's very loyal to your cause". said Lucius who was still trembling from the curse in front of Harry.
"Very well, I feel that your son could be useful to me Lucius, not, here is what I want you to do".
"AAAAhhhhhhhhhh" yelled Harry, as he sat bolt right up again in his bed in the hospital wing. Clutching his lightening shaped scar as he trembled in pain. He could feel perspiration all over him, under the twisted blanket over him.
No he, thought, still in pain, Voldemort knows about Albus, Voldemort. Knows.
Oh damn, now what's going to happen? I'm getting well into this now. I can't wait to get started on the next chapter.
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