Mrs. Witherspoon was a stay at home mom. She had two children, Mary, who was seven, and Leo, who was four. She was proud to say that she was able to drag both of them to the shopping mall. The mall wasn't very busy. The only other people nearby were a family of four. A strange family of four.
The man was fat. Very fat. Mrs. Witherspoon grimaced at his bulging belly. One of the kids was fat too. He looked like a pig in a wig. The woman was skinny with a long neck and crooked nose. She was constantly glancing around her, seemingly afraid someone would attack.
The other child was small. He couldn't have been more than four. He was wearing the fat kid's hand-me-downs. That's probably why they were going shopping. Leo ran over to the kid to try and make a new friend, only to be pushed to the ground by the older child.
Mrs. Witherspoon rushed over to yell at the mother, who surprisingly wasn't admonishing her child. Mary glanced over curiously at the smaller boy. He looked to be about Leo's age. The fat boy was six, judging from the heated conversation involving the kid pushing her brother down.
"Hi," said Mary, looking at the smaller child. "I'm Mary."
"I'm Frea–I mean Harry," the boy responded.
'Did he not know his own name?' Mary wondered. "How old are you?" she asked.
"I just turned six," Harry said proudly. Mrs. Witherspoon turned from her conversation and gaped. There was no way that kid could be six! He looked like he was four!
"He has a disease that makes him tiny," stated the woman, and she quickly grabbed Harry by the wrist and dragged him towards some clothes, the fat child and father trudging along behind them.
A few seconds later they heard a slapping sound and a whimper. Mrs. Witherspoon knew she ought to investigate, but she got the sudden urge to have a lemon drop. She left the store.
Miles away in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sighed. "It was for the greater good. It was for the greater good," he muttered, popping a lemon drop in his mouth.