Authors Note: Harry gets de-aged! I love these de-aged fics, but there aren't a lot where de-aged Harry is taken care of by like...normal peole LOL anyway, hope you like! ~JOLW
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that is JK Rowling's beautuiful master piece.
"Professor, what happened, why are we here?" Hermione Granger asked Professor Dumbledore as she entered his office, along with Ron Weasley. "Ah, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, sit."
"Well, your friend Mr. Potter...He has been in an accident." They gasped. "Is he okay?" Ron asked worriedly. "He is fine, it's just...He has been de-aged. To five years old."
They gasped again. "He will be back to normal in two months." At that moment, a little five year old boy with big green eyes and black hair came in, holding Professor McGonagalls hand. "Harry!" the two other members of the trio gasped and flew over to him. "Oh my gosh...Your so precious!" Hermione sqealed.
Ron snorted. "If he remember you called him 'precious' I'd sleep with one eye open." he said. "Oh he will remember all that happens in the two months." "Who awe you?" little Harry asked. "I'm Hermione Granger." "I'm Ron Weasley." "Won, and Herm-Hermyny-" he said struggling over Hermiones name. "You can call me Mione." she said smiling at the little boy. "Won and Mione." he said smiling at them.
Then Ron noticed there was a big bruise on his wrist. "Harry, where did that come from?" he asked pointing at it. "I-I fell down the stairs." he stuttered looking worried. "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing Dudley. "I-it was m-my cousin, he p-punched me." Harry stuttered.
"M-my aunt and uncle t-t-told me not to tell any-anyone or-" he broke off looking like he was fighting tears. Hermione hugged him. "It's okay, you can cry." she whispered in his ear, but he shook his head.
"Anyway, we thought, you two could take care of him, if that's all right with you." Dumbledore said. "But what about classes?" Hermione said. "You will be brought all your homework, and you can stay in the Room of Requirement." "Er...Ok." they both agreed." "Alright, have fun!" he said cheerfully, and they walked out, both holding one of Harry's small hands.
They went to the Room of Requirement, and entered. It was basically a little living room, with three beds off to the side. "Well, it's late, we should go to bed." Hermione said. She and Ron climbed into bed. Harry did as well, and he muttered. "I never had a bed." Harry whispered, but Ron and Hermione heard him. "You never had a bed Harry?" Ron asked. "I-I-I wasn't supposed to say that!"the boy said fearfully.
"Harry, it's okay, your aunt and uncle can't do anything to you." Ron said. "I-I sleep in- in a-a cupboard." Harry said, whispering the last word. "A cupboard?" Ron asked deadly calm. Little Harry nodded. Hermione and Ron stood up. "We'll be right back." they said. Harry watched them go in fear. 'They're bringing back a belt or something, or they'll go get Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.' Harry thought fearfully. But they came back, red in the face, and angry looking, but their faces softened at the fear on the boys face.
"Harry, they had no right to treat you like that." Hermione said hugging him again. He yawned. "Alright, now lets really go to bed." she said, and she ruffled the little boys hair, then climbed back into her bed.