Whoops?

Slughorn had found a new spell that randomly partnered up students and hasn't stopped using it since. So far Harry hadn't gotten anyone terrible but as Slughorn put the names on the board it looked like that was about to change. He was partnered with Draco Malfoy. Ron gave him a pitful look, but he was partnered with Seamus so he wasn't so well off himself.

Since eighth year started Harry Potter avoided Malfoy as much as possible. He may have spoken for him at his trial but he was still an annoying twat and that was enough reason to avoid him like the plague.

Harry grabbed his stuff and headed to the back of the class to Malfoys potions desk. Malfoy greeted him with a glare and a snarled "Potter."

Harry ignores him and listens to Slughorn's instructions on how to do the assignment. It was obvious Slughorn was running out of ideas for curriculum for the eighth years seeing as they had already made a dogbreath potion this year and that hadn't ended well any students ended up burning their throats so nobody looked eager for round two.

Once Professor Slughorn was done lecturing them everyone stood up to find the ingredients. Harry walked up while Malfoy messed with the heat under the cauldron. He grabbed the ingredients from his list and brought them back. Malfoy was still scowling at the flame beneath the cauldron and adjusting the temperature according to the board.

He turns his scowl to Harry and looked over the ingredients before nodding in aproval. Malfoy didn't seem keen on talking and Harry was okay with that.

Or he should be.

But the silence was making him antsy and he couldn't help but bounce his leg. Eventually Malfoy slammed his hand down on his knee and glared.

"If you don't stop that I'm going to hex you." Harry stopped, but soon after he started tapping on the desk.

Malfoy sighed and pushed over the baneberry plants. Harry quickly busied himself with plucking each individual flower and setting it off to the side. The potion was currently a light lilac color. Once Harry was done plucking the flowers from the plant and added them to the potion it would turn a deeper purple and would be ready.

When he was finished he dropped them into the potion with a satisfying plop but instead of it switching to the deep purple it was supposed to be it turned a dark navy blue.

Well, that's not right.

"Harry what did you just add?"

"Baneberry flowers?"

"You were supposed to use the leaves,"

"Whoops."

Suddenly the potion itself went up in massive flames.

Harry and Malfoy are thrown violently against the wall. Harrys entire body felt like pins and needles and there was an unfamiliar feeling at his core.

"You are so useless," Malfoy groans, rubbing the place on his chest where Harry felt the unfamilar feeling with discomfort. Harry has time to pull a rude gesture before he passes out from a sudden unbearable pain.

* * *

When Harry next is aware of what's happening he knows hes in a memory though its obviously not his own. For one he’s several inches taller than he typically is. For two he’s being addressed by Voldemort in the Malfoy manor. He feels panicked, but he can also feel the cold stoic mask on his face.

Voldemort is accusing him of sympathizing with muggle-borns and he's denying it calmly despite the desperate feeling inside of him.

“My Lord, I assure you I’m not-” Harry recognizes Malfoys calm draw and is surprised to see Lucias watching detachedly from the corner when the crucio hits.

Harry feels every second of the curse hit at full force but Malfoy takes it with a mere grimace and waits for it to be over. When it finally ends he gasps for air.

Voldemort excuses him and he walks calmly to the exit, but the second hes in his room he collapses into his bed heaving sobs and gasping for air.

The scene changes.

He’s much smaller now and he can tell Dracos much younger. Lucias is yelling at him for his posture at the table. Harry can feel the sting of tears in the younger Malfoys eyes when a painful spell hits him. Harry is shocked to see Lucias pointing the wand but he can tell Malfoy is used to it.

Narcissa watches with pain in her eyes while Bellatrix laughs delightedly.

Harry has never been so glad that Lucias is in Azkaban.

The scene changes.

Draco is talking to Dobby and Harrys mind flinches seeing the elf.

“You can’t let Harry Potter go to Hogwarts this year.” Draco says to Dobby determinedly, “If he comes he’ll die, and he's the only chance we have of defeating The Dark Lord,”

Harry does the spectral version of blinking in surprise. Malfoy told Dobby not to let him go to Hogwarts?

“But young master, didn’t you tell Dobby what a snot nosed brat Harry Potter is?”

Draco rolls his eyes, “Yeah but at least the Gryffindork is noble enough not to let the world go to shite.”

Dobby nods and disappears.

~~~

As Draco is thrown into the wall all he can think about is the fact that this was just his luck, getting partnered with Potter and Potter royally screwing it up. But soon his ability to think is removed by a flash a blinding pain and he passes out.

When he’s able to take in his surroundings, he realized he’s in a memory, and its not his own.

He’s in a graveyard watching Cedric Diggory die, moments later he’s being dragged to a grave stone and forced to bring Voldemort back. Draco realizes exactly whose memory this is within moments. Harry freaking Potters. Why is it always him.

He feels every emotion of helplessness Potter feels when he realizes the ugly thing was voldemort. The burning pain of the scar on his forehead. The desperation as he fought with his parents ghost by his side

Every.

Single.

Thing.

When the whole ordeal is over and he’s back at Hogwarts and he feels the full force of everything that happened and its overwhelming but before he can even come to terms with it, the scene changes.

Now he’s in a small claustrophobic space. He can tell he’s much younger now, 6 or 7 maybe. Maybe he’s playing hide and seek? But no, theres a sense of urgent panic coursing through him. Loud fist pound on the door of the- room? There's a bed but that's it. A large red faced man finally got the door open and little Potter cowarded in the corner.

“BOY,” He screamed into Potter's face, spit flying everywhere.

“Yes Uncle Vernon,” Little Potter stammered.

“YOU DISRESPECTED US,” Vernon yelled, “AFTER ALL WE”VE DONE FOR YOU?”

“Sorry Uncle Vernon,”

Vernon grabs Harry by the collar and throws into the cupboard forcefully, before locking the door to the cupboard. Time seems to speed by, days and nights pass but Potter doesn’t leave the cupboard and no one came to give him food. It was four days later when a women entered the cupboard and told him to go cook.

The scene faded and changed.

The next place he was was very obviously recent, just over the summer if the calendar in the corner is to be believed. Potter was approaching a scared little girl.

“Hey its okay,” He said kindly.

Suddenly the girl's limbs stretched out and morphed terribly. Harry didn’t seem surprised at all by this but despite being faced with a terrible creature who was posed to lunge Harry didn’t even flinch.

He had heard Potter had spent the summer studying to be creature specific healer in honor of Professor Lupin but he didn’t really believe it. After all Potter had a free ride into the auror academy why wouldn’t he take it.

“Its okay,” Potter said soothingly.

But it was in fact not okay. The girl lunged and bit him.

“FUCK,” Harry yelped in suprise before remembering the wolf in front of him was a little girl and he really ought not to curse in front of little girls.

Draco found this line of thought ridiculous seeing as the man had just been bit and he now, seeing as Potter is still alive, is a werewolf.

“Sorry Natasha force of habit,” The Gryffindor said.

The wolf really didn’t seem to care and lunged again. This time Harry sent a harmless stunning spell her direction.

He walked out of the room and addressed the man outside. Draco noticed the attempt to conceal his limp.

“She’s a wolf,”

The man wrote it down on a clipboard and Harry walked out of the building still disguising his limp from where the girl bit his thigh. As he walked out Draco noticed the sign, “Little Whispers Wizarding Orphanage,”