WARNING! HBP spoilers!

Disclaimer: A rose is a rose is a rose. This is J. K. Rowling's is J. K. Rowling's is J. K. Rowling's. Get it?

Hey people! This was written with my friend Mary. Her user name is Rupertsgrl479. Read her stories! (And mine!) Anyway, here's the story.

Dress-up

Background check/ Prologue thingy:

Between 6th and 7th year for the trio.

The trio's seventeen. Ginny's sixteen.

Harry and Ginny are a bit awkward around each other because of their whole Spiderman-type thing at the end of HBP.

Ron and Hermione are awkward around each other, because, well, when aren't they?

Harry's stressed because he's worried about Voldy and the Horcruxes, Dumbledore's death, Ginny, Ron and Hermione's new development, and being the Chosen One.

Ginny's stressed out because Harry's stressed out.

Ron and Hermione are stressed out because of each other, Harry and Ginny being stressed out, and all things that have to do with Voldy.

The Order decides to give them the day off, but they know that they won't relax unless forced. And what's more relaxing than being twelve years younger?

Dress-up

Molly Weasley was making breakfast with a huge smile on her face. Fleur Weasley was behind her, setting the table and stopping occasionally to stir the potion. Fleur looked up at Molly. "Ze potion eez done. Vould you like me to pour eet een?"

Molly nodded at her. Together, the two women made breakfast and waited for the four teenagers to come downstairs.

Ron Weasley stumbled into the kitchen after Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, rubbing his eyes blearily. He fell into his chair next Harry, who was across from Ginny, who was next to Hermione, who was across from Ron. The four of them looked down at their breakfast. Ron picked up his fork and knife and prepared to dig in…then stopped. "Mum? What the bloody hell is going on?"

"Don't swear, Ron," Hermione and Mrs. Weasley said in perfect unison.

Ginny looked up from her eggs and bacon. "Seriously, Mum, why do we have smiley face bacon and eggs…and syrup on our pancakes in the shape of hearts…and what's with the toast cut into letters spelling our names? I mean, I used to love breakfast like this when I was younger, but, really, why?"

"Why not?" Mrs. Weasley asked, breezily. "Just…tuck in! Eat all of it!"

"Mrs. Weasley, what's going on? There's some kind of a potion in here isn't there?" Hermione had joined the conversation.

Mrs. Weasley looked flustered. "Of course not, dearie. Why would I put a potion in your breakfast?" She received four sets of glaring eyes. "Oh, alright. There is a reverse aging potion in there. You'll all be twelve years younger, but only for twenty-four hours. We thought you needed a rest."

Ron shrugged, his cutlery still in his hands. "Well, then let's dig in."

"But why would we want to be five?" Harry asked, worried about Voldy's Horcruxes.

"Or four, in Ginny's case," said Hermione, who had just received a large book in the mail from her parents, and was eager to read it.

"Because she thinks we're too worked up and we deserve a day to be carefree. Isn't that right, Mum?" Ginny replied, taking a large bite of her toast.

"Exactly!" Mrs. Weasley beamed at her daughter. "Now why don't you two join Ron and Ginny? They'll be quite lonely. Ginny avoided Ron when she was younger because he bossed her around."

Harry snorted. "Ginny? Afraid of Ron bossing her around? I'm pretty sure Ron's more afraid of Ginny than vice versa."

"Well, he was older, and taller, and that is scary when you're young," cut in Hermione reasonably. "Now, Harry, we might as well eat. It could be fun! I loved being five years old! I got a pony for my birthday that year!"

"Okay, Hermione," Harry agreed. "Ready, let's eat!"

Mrs. Weasley beamed as, one by one, the potion went into affect and they fell asleep. She picked her wand up off the counter and levitated them into their beds.

Well, what'd you think? My friend Mary, who I am co-writing this with, came up with the story. She amazing! I never would have thought of this! Well, I'm going to sit here and hope that people review, now. Bye-bye!

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