Prologue

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"Be quiet, Memor, you idiot." A loud voice suddenly jerked Harry Potter awake. Harry fought hard to open his slowly dripping eye-lids, as his senses slowly came awake. Um… What happened, I feel like I've just been petrified. As his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight, Harry could make out just a few blurry objects. Where are my glasses?

It seems he's lying in a Muggle barn (Harry could see an old trucker parker near the arch doors.) Before Harry could even attempt to stand up, two men wearing black cloaks and white masks approached him. Death Eaters, every fiber of Harry's being is screaming at him to grab his wand and run, but Harry is struggling just to move his toes. He watched in horror as the men sat down beside him.

The taller man broken the silence, "Well, Memor, do you have any idea where we are?"

Memor snarled, "I don't know. You are the one that made the portkey."

"There's nothing wrong with the portkey! The wards on the Potter boy's house must have interfered, because now that same magic is preventing us from apparating or creating another portkey. Right now the meddlesome Order and Ministry must have started looking for the boy. How do you purpose we get back to Slytherin Manor?"

"Shh. I think the Potter brat is waking up."

"Don't be ridiculous. The Superalum Deaging potion we given him will not only change his appearance but also maintain his unconsciousness for a whole day. Meanwhile, why don't you make your self useful and go look at our options?"

Harry's head ringed with alarm. What, Superalum Deaging potion, if I remembered correctly, that's some very dark magic banned by the ministry. What did Snape say, "The potion is capable to temporarily change a person's age, appreance and drain his/her magical core, making a wizard appear like a Muggle". Why oh why do these things always happen to me.

Memor let out an evil laugh, "There's no one but two old Muggles living here, they don't have even have a fireplace." "What to do, great leader Donleawin," Mocked Memor, "Because the Dark Lord is always generous to failures."

Donleawin smirked, "Well, then you'll have to take the fall. Don't forget, I know your secret."

Memor narrowed his eyes and pulled out his wand. "Is that a threat?"

Donleawin also pulled out his wand, and commended. "You imbecile Ravenclaw, how dare you point… "

But before he had the chance to finish, Memor shouted "Avada Kedavra". A brilliant flash of green and Donleawin fell stumbling to the ground. At this same moment, Harry gathered just enough strength. He leaps up and tries to grab Memor's wand.

"What! Potter!" Yelled Memor as Harry's fist slammed into his face. Unfortunately, due to Harry's inferior body length (he was deaged after all); Harry has not successfully acquired the wand. In the confusion, Memor's wand was hurled across the barn and landed who-knows-where. Harry paused for a nanosecond, and then he turned around and ran for the door.

"No, don't you dare," Yelled Memor furiously while supporting his broken nose. Memor picked up Donleawin's wand. "AVADA KEDAVRA." Memor watched in shock as the green light speeds toward Harry, and then abruptly bounces back toward him.

"NOOOoooooo"

Meanwhile, our favorite hero continued to glow green as he slowly slip into unconsciousness.