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Boom!!!
One of the most horrible sounds that can grace the potions classroom.
When the smoke gave way, everyone gaped at the now turned boy-who-lived, in its place stood a small boy who looked no older then seven.
Harry looked around the room trying to understand what happened, when he spotted the cauldrons, the robes and the wands that some students held, his eyes widen and the thought 'magic isn't real' came to his mind, but when he looked down at himself he noticed the he too had robes on and a wand was laid at his feet.
All of those clues brought him to 2 conclusions; one- that magic is real and that he's a wizard, or two- Vernon finally caused him to lose his mind from all of those beatings, and now he was wandering of in La-La land.
"Potter" Severus Snape's voice cut throw the silence, Harry raised his head and looked at the greasy haired man "what do you want wizard?" he spat the last word as though it was a curse.
Snape's eyes widen "everyone out this instant" he barked. No one needed telling twice, and the only people remained were Harry, Snape, Ron and Hermione.
"I am so screwed" Snape moaned as he lowered his head to his table, banging sounds could be heard.
"We need to go to the headmaster's office" Hermione said as she looked at Harry and reached her arm out "go on Harry, take my hand" she cooed.
Harry looked at her and crossed his arms on his chest "do I look like I'm fucking four years old" he sneered "I mean, are all witches this stupid or is it just you in particular"
Snape snorted (he stopped banging his head on the table, the minute Hermione started talking), Ron on the other hand glared at Harry "Harry, mate, don't talk to Hermione like that, she is your friend"
Harry raised an eyebrow; there was no way that he will be a friend of someone like that.
"Oh sir can you fix it?" Hermione asked her teacher ignoring what Harry had said.
Snape gave her a glare, "of course I can fix it. I am a potions master, Granger, if I can't fix a simple de-ageing potion, then I would drink one of Longbottom's concoctions"
Hermione flushed.
"Wait a minute" Harry's voice rang throughout the dungeon "you're telling me that I'm a sixteen year-old wizard who de-aged himself to his nine year old self!?" he half asked half stated.
Everyone appeared surprised when Harry said he was nine instead of seven like they thought.
Hermione nodded her head in the affirmative to his question "yeah, that's true"
Harry stared at her before giving into his laughter "yeah, definitely in La-La land"
The others frowned at him "what do you mean?" Hermione asked.
Harry stared at her "what I mean is, that this is obviously a hallucination and I'm dreaming all about it. Or maybe I'm turning crazy" he paused at that "hack I'm probably already crazy as I'm talking to the voices inside my head" he gave a giggle.
The others stared at the boy-who-lived not sure what to do.
"Mmm, Harry" Hermione started "this is not an hallucination and you really are a wizard, magic really is real, and you really had an accident, turning you into you're nine year-old self"
Harry stared at her, with a smirk he said "really, I mean really really"
The girl flushed again.
"What proof do you have that magic is real" Harry asked not wanting to get into another chat with the girl. Snape seemed surprised that Harry believed that magic isn't real. But Ron and Hermione knew better.
With that in mind, Hermione turned the clock that hanged on the wall into a duck, and Ron changed it from white to red.
Harry stared at the fleeing duck with a shocked expression, before a smile appeared on his face.
"cool" he spoke.
Hermione and Ron grinned.
