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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2397633/1/Lucius bent down to inspect this oddity of magic. "Is really that scar all that the curse did to him?" He lifted the sheet of newspaper and was looking at the fifteen month old's legs and feet. He moved his eyes upwards towards his belly and chest.
Young Harry decided this was an excellent opportunity to play and proceeded to pee straight up in the air. Directly into Lucius' open mouth.
The blonde man jerked up quickly and began spitting every bit of moisture he could out of his mouth. He was pissed. "Why you little!"
He yanked out his wand and cast a very dark and nearly unblockable castration hex at the offending baby.
The other Death Eaters were a bit shocked to see the deep red of the curse wash over the young boy and recollect around the baby's midsection before rocketing straight back at Lucius.
Lucius was completely unprepared for this and took the spell head on. He quickly doubled over and fell to the floor screaming and clutching his own bloody crotch.
Narcissa rolled her eyes and muttered, "Well I guess Draco is an only child."
Peter Pettigrew who never credits thinking quickly as one of his useful assets snapped into action. He snarled in his rage and cast "Imperio!" at the baby.
The spell went straight into the young Potter and came shooting out his eyes back at Pettigrew. Peter had time to flinch before his head snapped back with the force of the spell. Peter brought his head back forward and he had a maniacal grin on his face. He dropped his wand and said "heh-heh-hehn yah-dah-yah," while clapping the base of his palms together.
Little Harry was immediately joining him in squealing with glee and clapping his palms together as well. Peter was using his index finger now to do some nasal cavity exploring and Harry loved every minute of it.
Narcissa was beginning to take stock of the situation and wasn't sure what to do. Her husband was blabbering a bit and apparently still bleeding. And it appeared Pettigrew was under the influence of the baby.
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