Chapter 1
Prometheus glares at his reflection as he stands in his narrow hallway. He knew that he shouldn't have let Harry talk him into covering for him for the day but he knew it was rare for Draco to get time off. So he had agreed and now he was bleeding all over his nice carpet.
"You didn't have to do that." A small voice said behind him.
"I did." He counters bluntly as he magics up a washcloth and a bowl of water. He could have magicked the blood away but he always hated the dry itchy feeling it left to muggle cleaning it was.
"He hurt you." The small voice says, a little stronger than before but still containing that scared undertone he hated.
"And?" He counters again as he dips the, now red, cloth into the water. His forehead is clean now and it doesn't look bad at all so he moves on to cleaning his cheek.
"And?!" The kid squeaks. "My dad tried to stab you in the face and all you can say is and?!"
He looks at the child through the mirror, still trembling but looking more shocked than scared now. Good, if he can keep them calm then this next part will be a lot easier. "Lots of people have tried to stab me during my life, it's a side effect of fighting in a war. They were worthy reasons then and apparently they are worthy reasons now. All that matters is that you didn't get hurt."
"But I'm..." The kid starts before cutting themselves off.
"You're what?" Prometheus presses stoically, this is entering 'Harry's past' territories quite fast and he's starting to think that it was best that he ended up being the one to approach the Meriegolds about their child accidental magic outburst.
"I'm a freak." The kid whispers as they curl in on themselves, and there it is. Well fuck, now he wishes he'd gotten a few more hits in before he'd taken the kid into magical custody.
"Well, my little brother was called a freak for most of his young life for his magic and now he runs the child protection and relocation sector of the Ministry of Magic, which is why you're here with me right now." He points out. "However, once we do your blood test you'll be settled with some of your distant cousins where you'll get an extra two years to learn more about magic than your fellow new-bloods which is... neat." Merlin, this is why he prefers his job, books can't judge you on your rusty feel-good speeches.
"I'm not a freak because of my magic." The kid says softly. "Dad actually liked that about me..." That is said in a tone that tells him that it was the only thing the kid's dad liked. "I'm a freak because I like dresses! And skirts! And make-up!"
Oh... OH! So the kid's dad was one of those muggles, got it. Phew, he was much better at this talk. He drops his bloody cloth into the bowl before vanishing both, a quick look at his cheek tells him that he's going to need to get it checked out at St Mungo's. Draco is never going to let it go. Then he turns to face the kid and crouches. "Then I guess I'm a freak too. Small world, huh."
The kid's eyes go wide. "You... you like dresses too?"
"Oh no, in fact, I hate them, skirts too." He complains. "And the whole nonsense with having breasts? A complete waste of time if you ask me, they just made everything harder for me. Threw everything off balance."
The kid blinks in shock. Processing everything he had just blurted out... okay, so maybe Ron had been right and he had been spending too much time around books instead of people but can you blame him? They had found the Great Library of Alexandria! Why more witches and wizards hadn't volunteered to help catalogue and translate it was a mystery for the ages. "Y-you had breasts?" The kids chokes out finally.
He nods, glad he hasn't completely traumatised the poor thing. "I did, they were awful. Made me feel sick every time I looked at them."
The kid is quiet for a few moments. "I hate looking at myself whenever I go to the toilet." They say finally and he nods along again.
"I did too, and it took me a really long time before I realised what was wrong. I spent the whole time I was at Hogwarts, the magical school in Britain, feeling awkward and sick while trying to fit in. Not fun at all."
"But... you're a boy now? And it's better?" The kid asks.
"I am and it is." He says as he ruffles the kid's hair. "Which leads me to a very important question that I need you to answer truthfully, no fear, no voice in the back of your head second-guessing. Just you and what you feel in here." He lightly pokes the kid in the chest, right above the kid's heart. "Can you do that?" The kid nods. "If I could give you a potion to turn you into a girl but there was no way to reverse it would you take it?"
"Yes." The kid says with disbelieving but hopeful eyes. "Yes!" She says again, even stronger.
"Okay, we'll head to St Mungo's for the switching potion today then to Gringotts tomorrow for the blood test. You'll have to stay overnight since the potion works while you're asleep but I promise to be there when you fall asleep and when you wake up, alright?"
"I... you're serious?!" The girl gasps.
He looks the girl in the eyes and grins. "Deadly. Now hold on tight so I can apparate us." The girl practically jumps on him which makes him grin.
A second later the only proof the two of them were there was the bloodstain in the carpet.
"You do know that you don't have to sit here all night, right?" Draco drawls as he walks into the room, he picked up the girls chart before grabbing Prometheus' chin and forcing his face up so that he could check the healing cuts. Harry lingers in the doorway looking guilty.
"I promised." He answers before turning to Harry. "And this isn't your fault."
"A man took a knife to your face! On a job I was supposed to be on!" Harry cries as he finally enters the room. "And I would have never known about it if Neville hadn't stopped by to water your plants and saw all of the blood on the floor! If Ron hadn't..."
He narrows his eyes. "If Ron hadn't what?"
Harry looks away and doesn't answer so he turns to Draco who never pulls his punches, not since he learnt that Prometheus can hit back just as hard. "Ron abused his Auror badge and had a recording spell placed on your hallway mirror," Draco tells him bluntly as he looks over the progress of the girl in the bed. "Because you somehow get stabbed a lot for someone who just reads books all day, Nevile cried, you should apologise to him. Or don't, I don't care." Harry gapes at Draco in betrayal.
"Ron put a recording spell on my mirror," Prometheus says slowly, dangerously. "Anyone can come into my house and watch me eating dinner and crying over sad movies?"
Harry immediately hooks his arm through Draco's and drags the smirking blonde from the room. "Well you're fine and it's late so we're going to go! Bye Prometheus!"
He huffs at them before settling in his chair so he can continue to wait for the young girl to wake. It was almost amusing that the cowards thought running would save them.
P. Granger is typing in the 'Bros before hoes' group chat.
P. Granger. Dead.
H. Potter is typing in the 'Bros before hoes' group chat.
R. Weasley is typing in the 'Bros before hoes' group chat.
N. Longbottom is typing in the 'Bros before hoes' group chat.
D. Malfoy is typing in the 'Bros before hoes' group chat.
P. Granger has logged out of the 'Bros before hoes' group chat.
R. Weasley. Fuck.