AWDT Halloween Drabble-a-Thon 1
Title: Crazy Old Cat Lady
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word Count: 1140
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Author's note: Written for awdt Halloween Drabble-a-Thon prompt #1 - "I dare you to knock on that door." Dedicated to everyone who helped me with my Brit terminology! This is from my Undercover verse, but it can be read by itself.
Summary: Never send a man to do a boy's job.
"I dare you to knock on that door."
"Why don't you knock on the door, Potter?"
Harry giggled, causing his partner to raise an eyebrow. Harry couldn't help that his manly chuckle had been reduced to childlike giggling. He and Draco had taken a de-aging potion for this case, regressing them approximately twenty years. They looked like any pair of eight year-old scamps out trick-or-treating.
"Come on," Harry said, taking the lead on the walk up to the creepy old house. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back to the Ministry and take the antidote."
They had been sent to investigate Hepsebeth Hoofnagle at No. 11 Shadowfall Lane. Rumor had it that each year on Halloween, children who went trick-or-treating there were never seen again.
"When I suggested they send children to investigate, this isn't what I had in mind," Draco complained as he trudged behind his partner. It seemed they were always getting sent on the most ridiculous cases. As they approached the house, a few cats detached from the bushes to keep pace with them. Draco nearly tripped over a tabby that seemed determined to wind around his ankles as he walked.
Harry marched up to the house, leaned down to pet a calico cat, then reached up to knock on the door. It was answered by an old witch whose white hair stood in wisps about her face.
"Trick or treat!" Harry and Draco sang.
Mrs Hoofnagle cackled. "Oh my, what do we have here?" She was holding a black cat in her arms, and she set it down before swinging the door open wider and taking a step back.
Draco's nose wrinkled as an overpowering odor of cats wafted from the house.
"And what are you lads supposed to be?" asked the elderly witch. An orange tabby peered out from behind her skirts.
"We are Aurors, Madam," Draco announced. It had been he who had insisted on going on this fool's errand in full uniform. Never mind the fact that their uniforms had needed to be magically altered to fit their smaller frames.
The woman laughed in delight. "You look just the part, don't you, dears! Come in, come in, and I'll find you a treat. Wouldn't want the big, bad Aurors to trick me by arresting me now, do I?"
Harry and Draco exchanged a nervous glance and followed the woman into the house. She led them to the kitchen, and the two Aurors automatically fanned out. Harry skirted to the left, and Draco to the right.
"I've some fresh-baked biscuits in the tin here," Mrs Hoofnagle muttered as she stretched up on her toes to retrieve a biscuit tin. "Must keep it out of the kitties' reach, you know," she tittered.
Harry felt himself relax. Maybe Mrs Hoofnagle was simply a lonely old woman who kept several cats for companionship. Perhaps something else had befallen the children who were said to have vanished after visiting her home. Lost in thought, Harry didn't react quickly enough when Mrs Hoofnagle drew her wand from the tin and pointed it at him.
"Felis Existo!" she cried.
"Stupefy!" Draco shouted, getting the drop on the old woman as she was bringing her wand to bear on him. "Incarcerous!" he added for good measure.
Mrs Hoofnagle toppled over, nearly squashing a cat as she fell.
Speaking of cats...
"Harry?" Draco whispered. His partner had been transfigured into a black cat when the spell had struck him. The only problem was, there were now at least four black cats milling about the kitchen, along with an assortment of tabbies and calicoes.
"Harry!" Draco tried again. One of the black cats hopped up on the counter beside him and bunted him with its head. "There you are," Draco sighed in relief. "Don't worry, Harry. I'll fix you." Draco winced as several of the cats laid their ears back and hissed. He aimed his wand at the cat on the counter. "Finite Incantatem!"
A little dark-haired girl blinked at Draco from her perch on the counter. "I'm...I'm me again!" she squeaked.
Draco goggled at her. What if all of these cats were the missing children? He glanced down when another cat pawed at his leg. This one was a skinny black kitten. "Harry?"
"Purrip?"
"Harry, is that you?"
"Meow!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your tail in a kink," huffed Draco. He stepped back and pointed his wand at the cat. "Finite Incantatem!" Draco grinned when his partner was restored to normal, or at least as normal as an eight year-old Harry should be.
"Thank you," Harry sighed. More cats had come to the kitchen and were now prancing around the Aurors and yowling. "I daresay we've found the missing children."
~*~
Once additional Aurors arrived on the scene to take charge of the prisoner and the cats, Harry and Draco were able to return to the Ministry. Shacklebolt had insisted on meeting with them immediately, and Harry couldn't shake the feeling the Head Auror was trying not to laugh as he and Draco delivered their report in squeaky little voices.
When they were able to return to their office, Draco and Harry re-sized one another's uniforms before downing the potion to return them to normal.
"Thank Merlin," breathed Draco, running his man-sized hands down his muscled chest. He surreptitiously cupped his bits, relieved to find them completely restored, as well.
"I had forgotten how cute you were as a boy," teased Harry. However, he much preferred the adult version of his partner.
"And I had forgotten how scrawny you were," Draco said. "You even made a scrawny kitten."
Harry crossed his arms and glared. "I was underfed, you prat."
"Would you like a dish of cream?" taunted Draco.
Heat sizzled through Harry's body. "What sort of cream did you have in mind?" he all but purred.
Arousal arrowed straight to Draco's groin. He and Harry had been dancing around this mutual attraction forever, it seemed, but perhaps tonight was the night they could satisfy all that sexual tension. Draco swayed closer and licked his lips.
Harry's eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned toward his partner.
"Malfoy! Potter!" someone called while banging on the door of their office. "There's a disturbance near the Forbidden Forest, and all available Aurors need to report there!"
Harry stepped back and speared his hands through his hair in frustration, while Draco groaned and slammed his palm against the wall. "One of these days..." Draco growled, allowing the threat to trail off.
Harry gave him a pained grin. "Yeah," he sighed. "One of these days."
Come play with me at awdt! All fandoms, pairings, gen and even original fic are welcome there.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word Count: 1140
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Author's note: Written for awdt Halloween Drabble-a-Thon prompt #1 - "I dare you to knock on that door." Dedicated to everyone who helped me with my Brit terminology! This is from my Undercover verse, but it can be read by itself.
Summary: Never send a man to do a boy's job.
"I dare you to knock on that door."
"Why don't you knock on the door, Potter?"
Harry giggled, causing his partner to raise an eyebrow. Harry couldn't help that his manly chuckle had been reduced to childlike giggling. He and Draco had taken a de-aging potion for this case, regressing them approximately twenty years. They looked like any pair of eight year-old scamps out trick-or-treating.
"Come on," Harry said, taking the lead on the walk up to the creepy old house. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back to the Ministry and take the antidote."
They had been sent to investigate Hepsebeth Hoofnagle at No. 11 Shadowfall Lane. Rumor had it that each year on Halloween, children who went trick-or-treating there were never seen again.
"When I suggested they send children to investigate, this isn't what I had in mind," Draco complained as he trudged behind his partner. It seemed they were always getting sent on the most ridiculous cases. As they approached the house, a few cats detached from the bushes to keep pace with them. Draco nearly tripped over a tabby that seemed determined to wind around his ankles as he walked.
Harry marched up to the house, leaned down to pet a calico cat, then reached up to knock on the door. It was answered by an old witch whose white hair stood in wisps about her face.
"Trick or treat!" Harry and Draco sang.
Mrs Hoofnagle cackled. "Oh my, what do we have here?" She was holding a black cat in her arms, and she set it down before swinging the door open wider and taking a step back.
Draco's nose wrinkled as an overpowering odor of cats wafted from the house.
"And what are you lads supposed to be?" asked the elderly witch. An orange tabby peered out from behind her skirts.
"We are Aurors, Madam," Draco announced. It had been he who had insisted on going on this fool's errand in full uniform. Never mind the fact that their uniforms had needed to be magically altered to fit their smaller frames.
The woman laughed in delight. "You look just the part, don't you, dears! Come in, come in, and I'll find you a treat. Wouldn't want the big, bad Aurors to trick me by arresting me now, do I?"
Harry and Draco exchanged a nervous glance and followed the woman into the house. She led them to the kitchen, and the two Aurors automatically fanned out. Harry skirted to the left, and Draco to the right.
"I've some fresh-baked biscuits in the tin here," Mrs Hoofnagle muttered as she stretched up on her toes to retrieve a biscuit tin. "Must keep it out of the kitties' reach, you know," she tittered.
Harry felt himself relax. Maybe Mrs Hoofnagle was simply a lonely old woman who kept several cats for companionship. Perhaps something else had befallen the children who were said to have vanished after visiting her home. Lost in thought, Harry didn't react quickly enough when Mrs Hoofnagle drew her wand from the tin and pointed it at him.
"Felis Existo!" she cried.
"Stupefy!" Draco shouted, getting the drop on the old woman as she was bringing her wand to bear on him. "Incarcerous!" he added for good measure.
Mrs Hoofnagle toppled over, nearly squashing a cat as she fell.
Speaking of cats...
"Harry?" Draco whispered. His partner had been transfigured into a black cat when the spell had struck him. The only problem was, there were now at least four black cats milling about the kitchen, along with an assortment of tabbies and calicoes.
"Harry!" Draco tried again. One of the black cats hopped up on the counter beside him and bunted him with its head. "There you are," Draco sighed in relief. "Don't worry, Harry. I'll fix you." Draco winced as several of the cats laid their ears back and hissed. He aimed his wand at the cat on the counter. "Finite Incantatem!"
A little dark-haired girl blinked at Draco from her perch on the counter. "I'm...I'm me again!" she squeaked.
Draco goggled at her. What if all of these cats were the missing children? He glanced down when another cat pawed at his leg. This one was a skinny black kitten. "Harry?"
"Purrip?"
"Harry, is that you?"
"Meow!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your tail in a kink," huffed Draco. He stepped back and pointed his wand at the cat. "Finite Incantatem!" Draco grinned when his partner was restored to normal, or at least as normal as an eight year-old Harry should be.
"Thank you," Harry sighed. More cats had come to the kitchen and were now prancing around the Aurors and yowling. "I daresay we've found the missing children."
~*~
Once additional Aurors arrived on the scene to take charge of the prisoner and the cats, Harry and Draco were able to return to the Ministry. Shacklebolt had insisted on meeting with them immediately, and Harry couldn't shake the feeling the Head Auror was trying not to laugh as he and Draco delivered their report in squeaky little voices.
When they were able to return to their office, Draco and Harry re-sized one another's uniforms before downing the potion to return them to normal.
"Thank Merlin," breathed Draco, running his man-sized hands down his muscled chest. He surreptitiously cupped his bits, relieved to find them completely restored, as well.
"I had forgotten how cute you were as a boy," teased Harry. However, he much preferred the adult version of his partner.
"And I had forgotten how scrawny you were," Draco said. "You even made a scrawny kitten."
Harry crossed his arms and glared. "I was underfed, you prat."
"Would you like a dish of cream?" taunted Draco.
Heat sizzled through Harry's body. "What sort of cream did you have in mind?" he all but purred.
Arousal arrowed straight to Draco's groin. He and Harry had been dancing around this mutual attraction forever, it seemed, but perhaps tonight was the night they could satisfy all that sexual tension. Draco swayed closer and licked his lips.
Harry's eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned toward his partner.
"Malfoy! Potter!" someone called while banging on the door of their office. "There's a disturbance near the Forbidden Forest, and all available Aurors need to report there!"
Harry stepped back and speared his hands through his hair in frustration, while Draco groaned and slammed his palm against the wall. "One of these days..." Draco growled, allowing the threat to trail off.
Harry gave him a pained grin. "Yeah," he sighed. "One of these days."
Come play with me at awdt! All fandoms, pairings, gen and even original fic are welcome there.