First Place - Action/Adventure

Boom!

The loud explosion startled everyone in the potions classroom and many of the students shrieked or ducked for cover.

Harry allowed himself a moment of indignation when he realized that everyone immediately looked in his direction first, despite the fact that the sound hadn't even come from his side of the room.

It was only moments however when everyone's horrified gaze was directed to the Slytherin side of the room - to a rapidly shrinking Draco Malfoy.

Snape had immediately flown into action and with a couple flicks of his wand he had abolished the blue goo from Malfoy's body and purged the entire area clean except for what was left in the cauldron.

Everyone in the room had come to a shocked standstill. Even Snape seemed to be frozen in place after the mess was clean, watching along with all of his students as Draco Malfoy's body shifted over the next thirty seconds until Draco was left standing there as a small child in robes that were now enormous on him.

For a few seconds longer, the entire classroom was hung in silence. Draco lifted his head and stared fearfully at all of his classmates with huge silver eyes.

The horrified gazes of his classmates fell away into gales of laughter from most of those in the room. The Gryffindors, of course, thought it was hilarious that the Slytherin prince was finally getting what he deserved. And in a potions accident of all things. Most felt Malfoy deserved it after all the grief he'd caused them in potions over the years.

Unfortunately for Draco, all of his Slytherin classmates were laughing hysterically as well. They seemed to think it was hilarious that their esteemed leader had been reduced to a child. No one ever said that Slytherins couldn't be cruel, even to one of their own.

There were only two people in the room who weren't laughing at Draco's plight. One of whom was Snape who had rushed to the small room off the classroom where he was recklessly going through a cabinet of potion vials.

The other person, who was still staring horrified at the small child, was none other than Harry Potter. As he continued to stare, Draco was starting to cry. Draco looked scared, lost and alone as the tears flowed silently down his cheeks. He hung his head and his hair swung forward, shielding him somewhat from all of the laughing faces.

Harry's mind was whirling at a furious pace as he tried to figure out exactly what was happening.

Harry had been hurt and alone during the long days and nights spent at the Dursleys over the past summer. It wasn't like he'd really had anything else to do at the Dursleys, and it had been a difficult thought process getting there, but he'd ended up spending a tremendous amount of time in his lonely days thinking about Draco Malfoy. In fact, he'd spent so much time thinking about him, that 'Malfoy' had become 'Draco' in his mind somewhere along the line.

As Harry stared at the small child, he was forcibly reminded of himself. How many times in his past had he stood in the middle of a group of people laughing at him, head bowed, silently crying as he did nothing but stand there in clothes that were too big for him? And no one had ever stood up for him. No one had offered him a hug or any kind of comfort. They'd simply continued to laugh and tease him, or turn away, fearful of helping him because of Dudley's, or even Vernon's, threats. So, he would simply stand there, scared and alone - just as Draco was now doing.

He thought about the plans he'd had to try to befriend Draco once the summer was over and they were back at Hogwarts. Not a single one of his many imagined scenarios had included Draco being suddenly turned into a small child.

Several more seconds passed as he desperately tried to pull his swirling thoughts together. The circumstances may have changed from his imagined scenarios, but the thought flashed through his mind that Draco seemed to actually need him, someone at least, to be his friend right now.

Harry wasn't sure how much sense his thoughts would make sense to others, but he knew the seemingly disjointed and random thoughts made sense to him.

"Stop it! He's just a child!" Harry shouted.

Harry couldn't stand it anymore and strode over to the other side of the room and knelt down to be on eye level with the crying child. Harry held his arms open, silently offering to give a comforting hug to the small boy. No one may have offered comfort to Harry when he was a child, and he was a little unfamiliar with this, but he was determined to offer to Draco what hadn't ever been offered to him.

Draco hesitated only a moment before he flung his arms around Harry's neck and buried his face in Harry's robes.

The room reverted into shocked silence as everyone watched Harry Potter comfort Draco Malfoy.

Harry did his best to ignore the fact that once again people were watching him, knowing full well this would start the rumor mill in the school again. In a sense, he was actually somewhat prepared to be the topic of people's speculations again. When you're Harry Potter making plans to try to befriend Draco Malfoy, you know going in that you're going to be inviting a LOT of gossip.

Snape stalked back into the room to see why the room was quiet and froze himself when he saw Harry settling himself into a sitting position on the floor with Draco on his lap.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Snape snarled.

Harry looked up at the potions master in angry defiance. "He was scared with everyone laughing at him. Even his so called friends were laughing at him," Harry snapped, glaring up at the surrounding Slytherins.

"Give him here, Potter," Snape demanded. He stalked over and attempted to lift Draco from Harry's lap, but Draco held on tight.

"No, no, no," Draco began sobbing over and over.

Harry held onto Draco and glared at Snape. "You're scaring him," Harry snapped.

Snape glared at Harry, but took a deep breath and tempered his voice to speak to Draco. "Draco, come here," he commanded, but in a much calmer tone than what he'd been using with Harry.

Draco shook his head violently, his face still buried in Harry's robes.

Snape abandoned the two students sitting on the floor for the moment and commanded the remaining students to clean up their workstations and leave. Harry shot Hermione a grateful glance when she cleaned up his area as well and packed up his bag for him. She just looked at him worriedly as she packed up then left the room.

Harry even shot Blaise a grateful glance and said a quiet thanks when Blaise packed up Draco's bag for him. Blaise returned with a bemused look but didn't say anything. Soon he was gone, too, along with the rest of the students.

That left Harry still sitting on the floor with Draco and Snape examining Draco's workstation, the only station that hadn't been cleaned. Harry calmly rocked Draco back and forth and murmured soothing words that seemed to comfort and slowly calm down the crying boy.

As Snape took samples of Draco's potion and transferred the contents of Draco's workstation to his personal potions lab, Harry began cleaning Draco up.

Harry snagged a wrinkled handkerchief from deep in one of his robe pockets, wiped away the tears and helped the small boy to blow his nose.

"Draco? Are you feeling better now?" Harry asked.

The small blond boy slowly nodded. He was still extremely quiet and was also still slightly clinging to Harry.

"Draco, I need to take you to the Headmaster's office," Snape commanded. "Leave Potter and come with me."

Draco shook his head and started trembling again. Harry pulled him closer and rubbed soothing circles on Draco's back even as he glared up at Snape.

"For Merlin's sake! Potter, let the boy go," Snape growled.

"No! You're scaring him! I'll just go with you," Harry snapped.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a few moments. "Fine," he ground out finally.

Harry turned to the small boy he held on his lap. "I need you to stand up, Draco," Harry said softly. "We're going to go see the Headmaster and we'll see what he can do to help you. Alright?"

Draco looked up at Snape worriedly then looked back at Harry. "You'll stay with me?" he whispered.

Harry nodded and gave the boy a smile. "I'll stay with you as long as I can, okay?"

Draco nodded warily and tried to climb off Harry's lap only to get tangled his robes.

"Professor, can you shrink his clothes for him?" Harry asked.

Snape gave a long-suffering sigh but waved his wand, mumbling a couple of incantations. Draco was soon dressed in the same clothes and robes, but now they fit him properly.

Harry got to his feet and gave Draco a broad smile. "There, that's a lot better. Would you like to hold my hand?" he asked, holding out a hand to Draco.

Draco bit his lip and started to take Harry's hand. "Or I can carry you if you'd rather," Harry offered.

Draco looked up at Harry hopefully and that look melted Harry's heart. Harry already knew that he had feelings for the older Draco, and in the instant this small version of Draco looked at him that way, with such hope, Harry's feelings simply intensified. Changed a little, certainly, but definitely still intensified.

Amongst Harry's many thoughts over the summer regarding Draco Malfoy had been the conclusion that Draco looked like an angel with his pale skin, platinum hair, and overall gorgeous appearance. Harry may have likened him to an Angel of Death considering Draco's attitudes, but Harry thought he looked like an angel regardless.

This younger Draco gazing up at him looked even more like an angel to Harry, his gaze full of hope and a picture of innocence. Draco looked like a little cherubic angel, and that sweet, innocent face could have easily replaced any of the pictures Harry had ever seen of little angels.

Harry's thoughts transferred unthinkingly to his words when he spoke. "Come here, little angel," Harry said softly and gathered a willing Draco up in his arms. Draco wrapped his arms immediately around Harry's neck and laid his head on Harry's chest.

Harry grabbed Draco's bag and threw it over his shoulder and snagged his own bag as he went by to meet the impatiently waiting Snape at the doorway to the classroom. "We're ready," Harry said quietly.

It sounded a little odd to be pairing himself with Draco in even this innocent fashion, but Harry felt good about it regardless. This was not the way he'd intended to befriend Draco, but at this point he was willing to go with the flow. Harry hadn't been sure if any of his other ideas would actually work anyway. They did have an awful lot of history behind them.

Snape spun on his heel and stalked down the dungeon corridor with Harry hurrying behind him, holding tightly onto his small bundle.

Draco kept his eyes closed tightly but Harry saw all the stares directed their way as they followed the potions professor through the hallways. Draco's obvious fear, not even peeking to see his surroundings, worried Harry a little, but he didn't exactly have time to dwell on it right now. Harry was busy glaring at everyone staring at them, knowing that word was quickly spreading regarding what had happened in the dungeon classroom.

Soon enough, they were riding the staircase to Dumbledore's office. Snape knocked and entered when they heard the cheerful "come in" from Dumbledore.

Harry followed and was pleased to see Dumbledore's expression turn to shock for once. Even so, the shock didn't remain long and was quickly replaced by the ever-twinkling eyes as he smiled at the two boys.

"Come in. Have a seat, my boys," Dumbledore gestured to the comfy chairs in front of his desk. Harry dropped his and Draco's bags and settled himself into one of the chairs with Draco on his lap.

"Tea?" Dumbledore asked, conjuring up a tea tray.

Harry shook his head but looked down at Draco. He tipped the little chin up so he could look into Draco's eyes. "Are you thirsty? If you don't want tea, I bet Professor Dumbledore could get some pumpkin juice for you instead."

Draco looked warily over to the Headmaster, who with a wave of his wand had a jug of pumpkin juice and a small glass which he filled and levitated to Harry. "Here you go. Drink up," Harry said. "Sometimes crying makes me thirsty, so maybe it'll help you feel better too," Harry whispered.

Draco nodded and tentatively started drinking his juice.

"Now if the pleasantries are over?" Snape sneered at Harry.

Harry just glared at him. Harry was just as concerned about Draco as Snape was. The difference seemed to be that Harry was much more willing to try to ease Draco's fears in his current situation, while Snape was more focused on determining the problem and the subsequent solution.

Snape irritated Harry to no end, but he knew that Snape would do his best to help Draco, and he was relying on that fact. Harry couldn't help much there, and put his faith in Snape being able to help Draco. In the meantime, Harry obviously had more people skills than Snape did, at least, and he was doing his best to help Draco.

As Harry and Snape glared at each other, Harry wished that Snape could figure out that Harry was trying to help in the only way he knew how.

Dumbledore cleared his throat gaining both Snape's and Harry's attention. "Perhaps, Harry, you could introduce your young charge."

Harry smiled down at Draco. "This is Draco Malfoy, sir. There was some kind of accident in the classroom this afternoon. Draco, this is Professor Dumbledore."

Draco seemed to snap to attention with the introductions. "Pleased to meet you, sir," he said formally, in his little voice.

"I'm pleased to meet you as well, my boy," Dumbledore said, smiling kindly. "May I ask how old you are?"

"I'm four years old, sir," Draco said proudly.

"Wonderful!" Dumbledore declared. Then he turned to Snape. "Would you care to explain?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape described what had transpired in the classroom. Harry listened closely as Snape explained that without further testing he was still unsure of exactly what had happened, let alone how to turn Draco back to normal.

"Harry, how is it that you have come to bring young Mr. Malfoy here?" Dumbledore asked curiously. "I am admittedly much surprised."

Much to Snape's surprise, Harry glared at the Headmaster. "He's just a child and no child deserves to be ridiculed and yelled at. Even his so-called friends were laughing at him, and Professor Snape only spoke harshly to him."

"I was attempting to help him," Snape snarled.

"Yeah, but that tone sure isn't making Draco any more comfortable. He's scared," Harry snapped.

Sure enough, Draco was once again trembling in Harry's arms. Harry set the glass of juice aside on a small side table that appeared and cuddled Draco close. "It's alright, Draco. No one's going to hurt you," Harry said softly.

Dumbledore was gazing sadly at the two boys. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I did what I thought was best at the time." Harry knew the Headmaster was attempting to apologize for placing Harry with the Dursleys, but he wasn't exactly feeling very forgiving at the moment.

Thinking about all the affection and love he'd missed out on while living with the Dursleys, Harry placed a kiss on the top of Draco's head before turning his glare back on the Headmaster. "Yeah, well, I fully intend to do whatever I can to make sure that Draco isn't treated the same way I was. I know all too well what it feels like, and it broke my heart to see him standing there in the middle of the classroom surrounded by all of his classmates laughing at him."

Snape was eyeing Harry and Dumbledore suspiciously during their conversation. "Potter, what would you know about what it feels like to be ridiculed when you've always been treated like royalty?" Snape sneered.

"That's what you've always thought and knowing how you hold onto old grudges I don't see the point of even trying to explain it to you, since you'd never believe me anyway," Harry sneered back.

Dumbledore cut in before they could take their argument any further. "Harry, perhaps you would take young Draco to see Madam Pomfrey. Let's make sure that everything is physically well with the boy before we make any decisions regarding this matter. I would like to discuss matters further with Professor Snape and then we'll meet you in the infirmary shortly."

Harry nodded. He snatched the two book bags off the floor and picked Draco up again, walking out of the office without another word to the two men, but talking softly and reassuringly to Draco.

When Harry stepped into the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over and gestured for Harry to place Draco on the nearest bed, saying that Dumbledore had flooed her and told her the basics of what had happened.

There was only one problem. Draco did not want to leave Harry.

"It's alright, Draco. Madam Pomfrey isn't going to hurt you at all. She'll just wave her wand around you and say a bunch of spells that will tell her that your body is alright. It won't hurt at all," Harry explained gently.

Draco still had his eyes shut tight and was trembling violently.

Harry was eyeing the boy in his arms worriedly. "Would it be alright if I held him while you examined him?" Harry asked Madam Pomfrey.

Her expression gentled and she nodded. She spoke to Draco softly. "Why don't you let Harry climb up on the bed and you can sit down in front of him and lean back on him while I examine you. Would that be alright?" she asked.

Draco opened his eyes and eyed her suspiciously. Then he looked up at Harry who smiled reassuringly at the smile boy. "It'll be fine, Draco, you'll see," Harry said.

Draco gazed at Harry trustingly and nodded his head. "Alright," he whispered.

So Harry climbed up onto the bed leaning back against the pillows, placed Draco between his legs and put gentle pressure on the boy's shoulders until Draco lay back against him. With one hand still on Draco's shoulder, Harry's other hand softly stroked Draco's baby-fine blond hair, attempting to sooth him with his touch while Madam Pomfrey ran her scans.

Fifteen minutes later she pronounced that she was finished and Draco swiftly turned over and buried himself in Harry's robes once again. Harry was still sitting there cuddling Draco and talking to him reassuringly when Snape and Dumbledore entered the ward.

Harry listened as Madam Pomfrey explained her findings to the two professors. Harry didn't understand all of the technical jargon, but he did understand that physically Draco seemed to be in perfect health for a four-year-old.

Dumbledore sat down on the end of the bed to talk to Harry and Draco. "Harry, with his mother gone and his father in Azkaban, Draco's guardian is actually his godfather," Dumbledore explained.

"Well, who is his godfather?" Harry asked.

"I am," Snape spoke up.

Harry and Draco both looked up at the man in surprise.

"Sev'rus?" Draco questioned in confusion.

"Yes, Draco, it is I," Snape spoke in a mild tone, finally. A small smile graced his lips, which caused Harry's eyes to widen further.

Draco eyed the man suspiciously. "You don't look the same," he said distrustfully.

"He is your godfather, I assure you," Dumbledore reassured the small boy.

Draco looked up at Harry. "Is he really?" Draco asked Harry.

Harry was once again thinking Draco looked like a little angel, gazing at him so trustingly. Harry had heard people use a lot of different endearments when they referred to people they cared about and he was feeling pretty certain that 'angel' was likely to end up sticking when it came to Draco.

Harry gave the boy a squeeze and smiled. "Yes, angel, this man is Severus. I just didn't know until now that he was your godfather."

Snape was glaring at Harry for daring to use his first name, but his features softened a little again when Draco turned back to his godfather. Draco nodded decisively. "If Harry says it's really you, then it must be true. But why do you look different?" he questioned.

Snape rolled his eyes at Draco's first comment. Why was Draco so trusting of anything Harry Potter said - of all people? He hesitated, trying to figure out how to explain to Draco why he looked so different to the four-year-old.

"Draco, what is the last thing that you remember?" Snape asked.

Draco furrowed his brow. "I don't know. I guess I was asleep in my bed and then I just woke up in the middle of that room. All I really remember was going to take a nap and everything was fine."

"And where was your bed?" Snape asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow, looking at Snape like he'd asked a very stupid question. Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Obviously Draco had learned that expression at a very early age.

"Just answer the question, Draco," Snape snapped.

Draco cowered back a little once again, but answered as he was told. "I was in my bed at the Manor, sir," he said formally.

Harry glared at his professor for making Draco cower like that, but didn't say anything.

Madam Pomfrey spoke up. "From what I've been able to determine, he has no memories beyond the age that he is now. Once he's been returned to normal, his memories should be restored to him."

"I'm not normal?" Draco asked in a small voice, dropping his head down.

Harry tilted his chin up and gazed calmly at the little boy. "You are perfectly normal, Draco. You're a wonderful, intelligent, beautiful four-year-old boy. She didn't mean anything bad by what she said." Harry glanced briefly at Dumbledore and received a nod to go ahead. Harry went on with his explanation. "She only meant that normally you are a wonderful, intelligent, beautiful sixteen-year-old."

Draco stared at Harry wide-eyed. "I'm supposed to be sixteen?" he squeaked.

Harry nodded. "You've grown up and there was an accident in potions class this afternoon. Whatever went wrong with the potion caused you to revert back to being your four-year-old self instead of your sixteen-year-old self."

Draco's brow was furrowed once again as he thought about what Harry had said. The others were silent as they waited for Draco to process this information. Draco finally looked up at his godfather. "But how could this happen? I like potions and you wouldn't let something go wrong like that."

Snape stared at the boy as Harry and Dumbledore both chuckled.

"I think you know your sixteen-year-old self better than you realize," Harry laughed.

Draco looked at Harry curiously for a moment, but then turned back to his godfather hoping for an answer.

"I'm not sure how it happened, Draco, but I will do my best to find out," Snape answered.

"Which brings us to our current dilemma," Dumbledore said. "Draco, your godfather will be very busy working to find out what happened to you and working to find a solution."

"Does that mean I get to stay with Harry?" Draco asked hopefully.

"If it is alright with Harry," Dumbledore said kindly, his eyes twinkling merrily.

Draco turned wide, silver, puppy dog eyes up to Harry, pleading to be able to stay with him.

"You can stay with me," Harry said, grinning at the little boy who was melting his heart once again.

Draco's face erupted into a huge smile and he threw his arms around Harry hugging him as tight as he could. "Thank you!"

Harry hugged him back and looked over at Snape. Snape looked like he just sucked on a lemon, but didn't say anything.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore declared. "Severus and I already discussed this possible arrangement in my office earlier. Harry, do you think there will be any problems if Draco was to stay in Gryffindor tower with you?"

Harry's face turned hard and determined. "No, sir. I will make sure of it."

"And can you guarantee no harm will come to my godson?" Snape snarled.

"I can guarantee that I will do my utmost best to protect him from any harm," Harry said, his voice full of conviction.

Snape eyed Harry with suspicion for a few moments. "Why do you wish to take care of him? You are aware of your history, even if he is not," Snape asked.

Draco looked worriedly up at Harry. His chin began to quiver. "Harry?" he questioned in a small, shaky voice.

"Oh, angel, it's alright," Harry soothed, brushing a lock of hair away from Draco's eyes that were overly bright, threatening to fill with tears once again. "I want to take care of you because you're special. Don't you ever think otherwise. Yes, we've had plenty of arguments in the past, but don't you worry about that. I promise I'll take care of you. Alright?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded firmly. "Alright, Harry," Draco said with a smile.

Harry kissed Draco on his nose, causing the little boy to scrunch his nose and giggle. "It'll be alright, Draco." Harry laughed then turned back to his professor.

Snape was looking at him with obvious disgust, but Harry decided he didn't really give a damn. Harry didn't hold out much hope of ever gaining the man's approval, and this was about Draco, not Snape. Harry was willing to admit it was about himself, too. He'd never had someone treat him like he was now treating Draco, but he'd sure fantasized about it a lot while he'd sat by himself in his cupboard.

Harry understood that it wasn't likely to be just Snape to look at him oddly for how he was treating Draco. Harry wasn't exactly well known for his displays of affection, and he knew it. But this was about a child. Maybe motivating Harry even a little more was that fact that this was Draco as a child.

"Professor, I'm not sure that you will believe me, but I had already intended to try to get on better terms with Draco this year. I admit that I hadn't even told anyone and we've only been back at school for a day, so it's not like I've had much of an opportunity to approach him. There's not any reason for you to believe me, but that's okay." Harry closed his eyes.

"Even if this had happened last year, I still would have volunteered to do whatever I could to help out a small child, no matter what his history may be like. Or maybe even because of his history," Harry said thoughtfully. "Either way, I wasn't lying or exaggerating earlier when I said that I know what it's like being a small child and not having anyone to care for you."

Harry opened his eyes which were bright with their own unshed tears like Draco's had been just moments earlier. "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, sir."

Snape looked slightly taken aback by the intensity of Harry's words. "Very well then," he said, giving Harry a curt nod.

"Harry?" Draco asked tentatively. Harry tried to turn his head away, but Draco put his hands on either side of Harry's face and turned his head towards him. "I'll be here for you, too, Harry."

Harry closed his eyes again and a single tear spilled over. Draco wiped the tear away then got up onto his knees so he could kiss Harry on the nose. "It'll be alright, Harry." Draco parroted Harry's actions and words back to him.

Harry opened his eyes and gave Draco a shaky laugh. "Of course it will, angel."

"Harry," Dumbledore quietly asked for Harry's attention. The twinkles in his eyes had dimmed somewhat. "I'm arranging for an extra bed to be put into your dorm and there will be a trunk there with clothes and appropriate things for Draco at this age. Hopefully this situation will not last long, but for now Draco will stay with you essentially at all times. Meaning that he will not only sleep in your dorm, but he will also attend meals and even classes with you. I will talk with all of your professors and let them know the situation. If you encounter any problems, you know to come to either myself or Professor Snape."

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Harry. And I must thank you for taking on this responsibility," Dumbledore said.

"It's my pleasure, sir," Harry said softly.

"Well, I think by now that it is almost time for dinner. I suggest you two head on down to the Great Hall," Dumbledore said, the twinkle burning brightly once again.

"What do you say, Draco? Are you hungry?" Harry asked his charge.

"Yes, Harry," Draco said. "But don't I have to change for dinner first?" he asked.

Harry looked puzzled and Snape was the one to answer Draco's question.

"No, Draco, it will not be necessary for you to change for dinner here. You will find that things are more relaxed here at Hogwarts than they were at home," Snape replied.

Draco's eyes widened once again. "I'm at Hogwarts?" he asked in awe.

Snape allowed a small smile to show for his godson. "Yes, Draco. I'm sure Mr. Potter will show you around the school."

Harry grinned. "Come on, angel. Hop down and we'll go check out the Great Hall first and get some dinner."

Draco scrambled off the bed and waited for Harry. He was eyeing his godfather a bit warily. Suddenly he ran forward and wrapped his arms around Snape's legs, but before Snape had a chance to react Draco had released him and ran back to Harry. He grabbed Harry's hand in a tight hold.

Snape looked startled, a highly unusual look for the austere potions master. Harry recognized that he'd probably seen more expressions on his professor in the last couple of hours than he had in the entire last five years that he'd known him.

Draco looked slightly fearful, like he was afraid that he would be punished for hugging his godfather. Harry reached down with his free hand and tipped Draco's chin up so he could see him. "Good for you," Harry said with a wink.

The praise made Draco puff up proudly and he completely lost the fearful look when Snape gave him a genuine smile. "Enjoy your dinner, Draco."

Harry and Draco walked out of the infirmary hand in hand.

Malfoy's Child - Chapter 2

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