Summary:If you were the most feared wizard in the world, and one day you found out that you've been turned into a child again. What would you do?

And if you were looked after by a mudblood at Hogwarts…

Chapter one: My worst nightmare

Have you heard that there're worse things than death?

The gloomy sky was calmed when the twelfth bell rang. Within the forest a huge field lay beside the almost hidden mansion.

In spite of the antiquity of the house, it still conserved its charm. Around the Victorian building there was a big variety of plants and flowers in different shades of green, white and grey that gave the old structure a mystique touch.

All the balconies were completely closed, except one; in the middle, which was ajar letting see a masculine shade moving through the curtains of the room, on his right there was a hooded person kneeling down.

Mister, you were right. There're betrayers among us- a cold voice spoke- they can't ever imagine what is going on. All is going like you said.

Good job, Severus. It's time to show some of our guests how to behave in my presence.

The candles went out when the Dark Lord entered the dinning room.

All the Death Eaters were expecting him to speak when he surprised them by laughing.

Calm down my beloved followers, we're here to celebrate a party not to kill anybody- He- Who-must-not-be-named started- What more can I ask for?

My most loyal followers surround me. Who would never betray me. Because, who would be so silly to betray the Dark Lord? So, enjoy the meeting 'cause I have prepared a big surprise for all of you.

As soon as he finished the giggle between the women started as the men started looking around in a panic.

In the shadows two pairs of eyes were anxiously studying the entire place.

-------------------------------- Mental conversation-------------------------------------------

-"He knows! He will kill us"

- "Shut up! He only knows what we want him to know"

-" He's very clever, he'll find out"

-" That goes beyond his capacity. When he finds out, it will be too late, even for the Dark Lord. Even for him"

-" We will only have one chance, don't waste it"

-" It will be as easy as killing a child, talking about…- the voice took its time laughing before starting again- He was killed by a child, and he will die being a child"

- "Don't forget Dumbledore's advice"

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After the feast Voldemort stood up smirking. The shutters had been opened and the moonlight was illuminating the whole room. The harp was playing its last melody when Voldemort summoned some Death Eaters.

How dare you to betray your Lord, insignificant little bug? - He interrogated them – Did Dumbledore promise you protection from me? Where is the crackpot now?

All the room was shaking unconsciously, blinking, waiting for what was going to arrive.

Who said that we need protection? - Asked the bravest- maybe not everything is under your control.

Before he could end his sentence, everybody knew how it was going to finish. Although Voldemort had never let his emotions betray him, he was losing this war. His almost fully red eyes were betraying him.

What are you, lowly servant, talking about? - He hissed- everything is under my control.

Can you feel it? - The man whispered- the sensation of being destroyed, unable of doing anything…

As soon as the words left his mouth they started to have effect.

The most powerful wizard was shaking; his skin was turning paler and his arms heavy. The wizards were puzzled. No one could have imagined.

Suddenly, a brown dust wrapped his body and then… nothing. Voldemort had just disappeared.

An unexpected noise broke the silence of the night. All the Diagon Alley was deserted and the wind blew the dry leaves. The autumn had arrived in the magical word.

-What…? Where am I? - A child's voice asked. All he remembered was being at Riddle's mansion with his Death Eaters and now he was there at Hogsmeade.