Marauders age regression one shots

Malfoy Christmas

Draco knew something was wrong when Harry gave him that awkward shrug about Christmas. They were sitting on the couch, hot cocoa in hand, when Draco brought up their plans. "I dunno," Harry muttered, swirling the marshmallows in his cup. "I've never really had... you know, a proper Christmas." Draco blinked, his heart sinking. "What do you mean? Never?" Harry gave a small, embarrassed nod, avoiding Draco's gaze. "The Dursleys never did much. They'd give me something like... socks or an old newspaper. Mostly just left me in my cupboard while Dudley opened everything." It took everything Draco had not to let rage boil to the surface. He squeezed Harry's hand gently, grounding himself. His poor boy. Harry deserved the world, not scraps from those awful people. "Well," Draco said softly, tipping Harry's chin up with a finger, "that's going to change. You're coming to Malfoy Manor this Christmas." Harry blinked at him, wide-eyed. "Malfoy Manor? With your parents?" Draco grinned. "Exactly. And they're going to love you." ---The days leading up to Christmas passed in a blur of anticipation. When they arrived at Malfoy Manor on Christmas Eve, the grand entrance was already draped in twinkling lights and festive greenery. A large tree stood in the foyer, glittering with enchanted snowflakes and silver baubles. Narcissa Malfoy was waiting by the door, her expression softening the moment she saw Draco holding Harry's hand. "Darling, you must be Harry," she greeted warmly, pulling him in for a delicate hug before he could even react. "We've been so excited to meet you." Harry was flustered, cheeks flushing under her kind attention. "Um, hi, Mrs. Malfoy." "Oh, no need for formalities, sweet boy," she said with a light laugh. "You can call me Narcissa—or Cissy, if you like." Harry gave Draco a look, a bit overwhelmed, but Draco just squeezed his hand reassuringly. "See? I told you they'd love you." And then Lucius appeared, sweeping in with the air of someone trying very hard not to seem excited. He gave a polite nod to Harry but there was a flicker of something softer in his gaze, almost... approval. "It's good to have you with us, Potter," Lucius said in his usual drawl, though Draco could tell his father was oddly pleased to see Harry here. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Harry mumbled shyly. Draco leaned down, whispering in Harry's ear, "See? Told you. Even my father's being nice—and that's a Christmas miracle." ---The evening was filled with warmth Harry hadn't known he'd craved. Narcissa fluttered around, making sure Harry had everything he needed—from a cozy jumper enchanted to always stay warm to a mountain of sweets that she insisted he sample. When they settled in by the fireplace, Harry's small self started to peek out without him even realizing it. His fingers toyed with the ribbon on one of the presents, and he wriggled closer to Draco, feeling safe and comfortable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. Narcissa noticed almost immediately, her eyes soft with understanding. "Would you like to open a present early, love?" she asked gently. Harry looked at Draco, who gave him an encouraging nod. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Pick one." Harry picked a small, neatly wrapped box with green ribbon. His hands fumbled a little, but Draco helped him tear away the paper, revealing a beautifully hand-carved wooden snitch. "It's enchanted to fly around," Narcissa explained softly, "but only just out of reach, so it can't get lost. I thought you might like it." Harry's face lit up, his small self shining through fully now. "Thank you, Cissy," he whispered, clutching the snitch to his chest. Lucius watched from his armchair, a rare flicker of warmth crossing his normally stoic expression. "You're part of the family now, Potter," he said quietly. "Get used to it." Harry's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but Draco pulled him close before he could get overwhelmed. "C'mon, baby," Draco whispered, nuzzling Harry's hair. "Let's get you some cocoa and maybe we can find you some fuzzy socks." Harry gave a little giggle, burrowing into Draco's side as Narcissa fussed with the blankets, ensuring Harry was perfectly comfortable. This was what Christmas was supposed to feel like—safe, warm, and full of love. And for the first time in his life, Harry knew he had found his family.