"Potter! Get back here!"
"Or what Malfoy?"
"Something so painful I haven't even managed to think of it yet!" Came the yells from the staircases outside the Great Hall, in which lunch was currently taking place. Shocked silence reigned inside the Hall, then the sound of many running feet echoed around the castle as the people inside raced to the corridor outside to watch the shouting people.

The sight that greeted them stunned them. Draco was chasing Harry, sporting bright blue hair, up and down the corridors, in and out of classrooms. Harry was laughing his head off, and Draco looked ready to kill. "Stupefy!" roared Draco. Ducking, Harry raced ahead, down the stairs Hermoine and Ron were climbing, and hid behind them, laughing maniacally.

"Potter! I am going to bloody kill you if you don't change my hair back now!"
"Now, now Malfoy. Threats aren't going to get you what you want." Harry replied through his giggles, peering out from behind Ron, who was currently in shock.
"POTTER!" came the angry response.
"I can't."
"What the hell do you mean." Whispered Draco threateningly. Harry burst into fresh peals of laughter, collapsing into a heap. "It's... It's... It's muggle hair dye. It stays in your hair for about six weeks...." he gasped out. Draco paled, then went pink in fury. "YOU PUT MUGGLE HAIR DYE IN MY HAIR, WHILST I WAS ASLEEP, THEN WOKE ME UP, SHOVED A MIRROR IN MY FACE AND LEGGED IT!" He yelled, going white again. Harry stood up, and backed away, taking refuge behind Hagrid, who was silently laughing. "Yeah, pretty much." He replied, before taking off down towards the lake, quickly pursued by an enraged Malfoy.

They ran along the outskirts of the forest, Harry laughing still, Draco calling him every known name in the history of humanity. They sprinted to an old ash tree, and Harry started to climb up, quickly followed by Draco.

"Oh my God, they are going to kill themselves!" whimpered Hermoine as the two boys leapt from one tree to another. "Yeah... I think you are right." Said Ron, watching them make a daring leap from an old willow to a cedar.

Suddenly, the two leaping boys found themselves being dragged out of their current tree and held in front of the first ash tree. "Ok, not what I was expecting to happen..." said Draco, finding their current situation rather puzzling. "No shit, Sherlock." Replied Harry, smirking. But that was quickly wiped off his face when they started to glow.

"What the hell!?!" shouted Fred and George in chorus. An odd, disembodied voice echoed out from the forest, saying something in an old language. It then switched to English, saying words that would change the future for good: "Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter. You futures are as entwined as the past and present. There cannot be one without the other." At this, Draco and Harry started to protest violently, but their arguments were cut short by the branches that wound themselves around their faces, covering their mouths.

"As I was saying" continued the voice, sounding rather peeved "there cannot be one without the other. Your petty squabbles has damaged the future, beyond repair if this carries on."
"Trust Potter to damage the future, possibly beyond repair" said Snape, shaking his head in amusement. "Excuse me?!?" snapped McGonagall furiously "I believe there is also Mr Malfoy hanging up there."

"So, with this in mind, myself and fate have decided to... de-age you."
"WHAT!?!" shouted Fred.
"You have got to be kidding!" yelled George.
"You shall be turned back in time eleven years, to the age of three. Your state of mind will be of a three year old, and your physical welfare will be how it was eleven years ago. It shall be the job of your friends and teachers here at Hogwarts to keep you safe and well." Throughout the voices speech, the dangling boys' eyes' got wider and wider. "Good luck."

The glow surrounding the boys got brighter, until the watchers could no longer see them. Then, in a final pulse of light, it went. There, on the floor, lay two small forms. One with blonde hair, one with dark.

"Ow." Whimpered the blonde haired one, Draco, they assumed, struggling to his feet. He was clad in a grass stained white shirt and too long trousers. "Oh no! I'm filthy! Father is going to kill me!" he said in a horrified, hushed voice. "hang on... where am I?" turning, he saw the people watching him. "Bum..." he said slowly, earning several snickers. "I'm lost." Snape, with much reluctance, cautiously approached to terrified boy, unsure what to do. Draco gave a loud yell, and sprinted towards the forest, yelling "Vampire!" chased by a very irritated Snape.

The second boy gave a small moan. "What did I do this time?" he said in a shaky voice. He staggered to his feet, back turned to he quickly horrified audience. His baggy jumper was ripped and torn, with blood staining the material. He was skinny, and when he wheeled round they saw he had a black eye and hand shaped bruises on his face. He gave a loud gasp.

"Please don't hurt me." He pleaded, backing away quickly. "I'm a good freak, I promise." His unnecessary pleads enraged McGonagall, and she walked slowly towards the obviously petrified boy, who froze. She stopped and sat in the grass, shooing away the others towards the castle. Only Dumbledore, Hermoine, Ron and Blaise remained, the latter of which ran to help Snape capture Draco, who had climbed, somehow, the whomping willow.

What do you think? Should I continue? Just a random thought in my head, and decided to write it down. So, abandon or continue? Honesty is welcome. R&R please!