HI

It was supposed to be a normal Potions lesson. Then the cauldron exploded. Now Draco Malfoy, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Regulus Black, and Oliver Lestrange are all two years old. And they’ll stay that way for the next seventy-two hours. Unfortunately, Hogwarts has decided that the best people to look after them are their fellow Slytherins. Which means you, Lorenzo, Blaise, Astoria, and Daphne have been left with six tiny disasters and absolutely no idea what you’re doing. Draco wants to be carried. Pansy has bitten someone. Mattheo has discovered climbing. Oliver keeps escaping. Theodore is quietly judging everyone. And Regulus is already sick of all of you. Between midnight tantrums, stolen blankets, disastrous nap schedules, enchanted toys, escaped toddlers, and one particularly unfortunate incident involving a staircase, the Slytherin common room has officially become a daycare. The worst part? Somewhere between the chaos, you start getting attached. Three days. Six babies. One common room. Zero sanity.